<?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-16610337</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:00.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a spoon and a fork. what more could u want?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113698704259236750</id><published>2006-01-11T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T05:44:02.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved blogs&lt;br /&gt;got tired of this one&lt;br /&gt;too much of him in it&lt;br /&gt;and he is disgusting&lt;br /&gt;a man whore and nuthing more&lt;br /&gt;check it out : &lt;a href="http://indulgent-muffin.blogspot.com"&gt;http://indulgent-muffin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love. xoxo, marlene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113698704259236750?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113698704259236750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113698704259236750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113698704259236750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113698704259236750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2006/01/moved-blogs-got-tired-of-this-one-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113665416599659687</id><published>2006-01-07T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T09:16:09.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every blown out candle on the birthday cake,&lt;br /&gt;every fleetin second of a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;every broken eyelash,&lt;br /&gt;every god forsaken prayer,&lt;br /&gt;would never make me trust in myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the golden muse played the song so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;Down to the last wanton note,&lt;br /&gt;down to the last deceptive lyric.&lt;br /&gt;it was all so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;it was all so rushed.&lt;br /&gt;it was all so imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of chipmunks underwater&lt;br /&gt;And a floating bra.&lt;br /&gt;I had new socks on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113665416599659687?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113665416599659687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113665416599659687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113665416599659687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Kudos to robbie for eating so much wasabi instead of delivering a lame apology. But ur still my man servant. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/6f8fh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/6f8fh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/6f8fh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And thats for you Mr Alex from Conneticut. Lose the cheeseball routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/azjp52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/azjp52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the question i find myself asking so often.  PLUS a hott pic of johnny depp. sigh. lovelyness! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113628040172537178?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113628040172537178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113628040172537178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113628040172537178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113628040172537178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2006/01/kudos-to-robbie-for-eating-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113604172747460458</id><published>2005-12-31T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:08:47.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy...shit. Its 2006.&lt;br /&gt;For real you guys, its one whole year.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if 2005 has been a gd yr or not. I honestly dont.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has kind of lapsed into one whole mass of years. A whole sequence of events.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if Ive moved forward from 2004 or backward or perhaps I am exactly at the same place....&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I cant figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;I barely remember all of what happened yesterday or the day before that for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;I have one resolution for 2006, savour life. Live it slower, not to rush things, and realize whats actually going on before ruining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if she'll notice that shes lost all power in the relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He holds all the cards, He has the control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she'll grovel with her heart broken and her tail between her legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she'll lose all dignity and respect for herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wont noe what 2 say 2 her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once in my life I will not know what to say to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I told you so" would be too cruel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"better luck next time" would be too nonchalant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He loved u" would be me just lying 2 her face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I worry about her cos shes lost her head already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shes sunk into obsession and further into him than before, if that was even ever possible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I dont get their complex relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or the fact that everyone makes a mockery of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dont get how she could trade in her power, her control, her deck of cards just to be with someone who threw her aside like trash before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i have too much pride and shes really the one i should try to be like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but right now she just seems like a babbling moronic fool,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even a hopeless romantic has more integrity but shes surpassed that and gone straight to fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like i once did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if she'll ever realize that he has the whole hand of cards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wonder if she'll ever realize that her imaginary wedding in her head right now that i noe she has so intricately planned out will never take its course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if she even notices my disdain 4 him is becos i dont want to be the one picking up the pieces, left with the uncomfortable lines to say to her at the end of it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im a selfish biggot but at least im not in "love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113604172747460458?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113604172747460458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113604172747460458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113604172747460458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113604172747460458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113583172514094423</id><published>2005-12-28T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:48:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. When u looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? "ugh"&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?: $190&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"? rest&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet? venus&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell? soren&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring on your phone? my phone vibrates :)&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?: A pink tee that says "Where wild things come from"&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you label yourself? I dunno. Alex Simmons says I'm a prep so I'll go with that cos hes my "emo gangsta"&lt;br /&gt;9. What brand of shoes you are wearing right now? topshop shoesies&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? bright&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey? i luv her, shes mon petit furet!&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? Can you come out tonight? I haven't seen yous in agessss! Miss ya loads and love ya baby!&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11? The one by far east plaza which is 5 mins walk frm my place&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a saying that you say a lot? "oh em gee" and "are u serious?" and "thats so fucking hilarious"&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you they loved you last? soren&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched? Hari's dog&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you taken in the past three days? uhhhh one kinda pills.&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? none?&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far? 2&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? i dont really have enemies, i just have ppl i dislike&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture? me and niki with a fuzzy hat on being gangsta'&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone? "did u c where i put my new undies?"&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which would you choose? A million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to? Vagina song - bloodhound gang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113583172514094423?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113583172514094423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113583172514094423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113583172514094423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113583172514094423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113574399205183814</id><published>2005-12-27T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:29:22.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/Img_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/Img_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4g6sll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4g6sll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vociferous staleness that inhabits the air&lt;br /&gt;The silent treachory that has been beseeched&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wear your pretty promise ring&lt;br /&gt;It represents us -&lt;br /&gt;A melange of my deception and your devout adoration&lt;br /&gt;An air of cool reserve that forms as my carapace&lt;br /&gt;A shield to the unsaid and our fabrications&lt;br /&gt;The sopofiric merry-go-round of ceaseless whispers&lt;br /&gt;My occasional subterfuge that throws you off course&lt;br /&gt;Let the merciful incantation serve to you an anondyne of paranoia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113574399205183814?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113574399205183814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113574399205183814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113574399205183814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113574399205183814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/vociferous-staleness-that-inhabits-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113543498361253602</id><published>2005-12-24T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:36:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A JOHNNY DEPP PICTURE SIGNED BY HIM!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is tt?&lt;br /&gt;my aunt got me his autograph&lt;br /&gt;id like 2 take this time 2 firmly announce&lt;br /&gt;that he is the MOST GORGEOUS man alive&lt;br /&gt;and hes absolutely perfect&lt;br /&gt;and hes a god!&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN IS A GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Id marry a man like tt in a heart beat and im not one for commitment!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.im a happy muffin queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113543498361253602?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113543498361253602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113543498361253602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113543498361253602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113543498361253602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/oooooohhhh-i-got-johnny-depp-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113539353934447534</id><published>2005-12-23T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:05:39.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from brisbane&lt;br /&gt;i missed like monumental  things it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little squirrel, u r to tell me of ur fight with the slag&lt;br /&gt;ive decided i dont quite like her very much&lt;br /&gt;especially after how she told me she bitched abt me just 2 fit in and still pretended 2 b a friend&lt;br /&gt;though i doubt my friendship means enuf 2 her 4 her 2 grovel&lt;br /&gt;but thats how low she is, shes so low she needs to grovel&lt;br /&gt;and im not bitching here cos im not at her level&lt;br /&gt;but shes so low cos of what shes done, shes put herself at grovelling level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brisbane was aweomse&lt;br /&gt;i loved biscuiting&lt;br /&gt;if u guys wanna have a look at the pictures just go to my album: &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/marloosh2"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/marloosh2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was more than ready to get home&lt;br /&gt;the shoppin was really bad&lt;br /&gt;and the bugs were more than massive&lt;br /&gt;however i must say its nice 2 noe ive been missed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got all my xmas shoppin done yesterday&lt;br /&gt;spent a few hundred on buying pressies 4 every1&lt;br /&gt;i hope they like it&lt;br /&gt;i dont quite enjoy xmas&lt;br /&gt;in fact the only celebration i do enjoy r birthdays&lt;br /&gt;particularly my own lol&lt;br /&gt;im such a narcissistic bugger&lt;br /&gt;but at least im very open abt my self indulgent love&lt;br /&gt;and my new found vocabulary: &lt;em&gt;pashing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is just such an awesome word. sounds mucho better than  makin out dont u agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im off 4 a pre xmas luncheon&lt;br /&gt;hte only part i love abt it is gettin all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113539353934447534?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113539353934447534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113539353934447534' 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hard 2 believe a whole yr has gone by&lt;br /&gt;alot has changed since january this yr.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a completely different person since then. kinda freakish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda cool tt i sorted stuff out with her i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;i still dont trust her and i told her tt 2 her face when we talked&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad seeing that hurt look on her face&lt;br /&gt;cos id never wanna cause her pain cos she used 2 b one of my best friends&lt;br /&gt;but i reckon it needed 2 b said&lt;br /&gt;she betrayed my trust, our trust and so she shd noe she aint gettin it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my lil acorn loving squirrel, well all is forgiven. not completely forgotten but most definitely forgiven. her intentions and heart were always in the right place, she never did it 2 hurt any1 and i have so much respect 4 sum1 hu has enuf pride and dignity 2 actually apologize 4 sumthing she didnt mean 2 happen. gonna miss the squirrelness sooooo much while in brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im off 2 blow my nose into a kleenex,&lt;br /&gt;marly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113487774114329027?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113487774114329027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113487774114329027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113487774114329027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113487774114329027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-leaving-to-brisbane-2nite-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113465381101149962</id><published>2005-12-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T05:36:51.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1178590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1178590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1178590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1178590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z4360011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z4360011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/broke%20inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/broke%20inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/793291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/793291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Don't have sex man. It leads to kissing and pretty soon you have to start talking to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I'm glad I'm not bisexual. I couldn't stand being rejected by men as well as women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Men are simple things. They can survive a whole weekend with only three things: beer, boxer shorts and batteries for the remote control.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world. I know because I've done it thousands of times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"I would never do crack I would never do a drug named after a part of my own ass, okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"I drink to make other people interesting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113465381101149962?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113465381101149962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113465381101149962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113465381101149962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113465381101149962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-have-sex-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113370076263616714</id><published>2005-12-04T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T04:52:42.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Theres something about having older men fight over u that is so intriguing. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercept this billet-doux and save me from the mockery of my naivety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a brilliant end to a shitty week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113370076263616714?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113370076263616714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113370076263616714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113370076263616714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113370076263616714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-something-about-having-older.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113318203470831460</id><published>2005-11-28T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T04:47:14.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The trojan mind now, an unclasped diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her baffling description, her mortal funk&lt;br /&gt;Her Exposure condemned to darkness&lt;br /&gt;Her truth banished to scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanton incantations are abandoned&lt;br /&gt;They assume nothing of the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Blind reception, it lies dormant&lt;br /&gt;Within her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes of the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pocket of solitude she is now.&lt;br /&gt;No longer the quidnunc,&lt;br /&gt;No longer their coquette&lt;br /&gt;Her sanity, or what she thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;To meld Leering minds and droning speech&lt;br /&gt;It bequests the right hand of God himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer each others myrmidon of a cliched love&lt;br /&gt;Of a bitter sweet fabrication&lt;br /&gt;Now leaving an amusing self massacre of guilt and loathe and suspicion&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia and bombastic absurdities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden muses and the time bomb&lt;br /&gt;You fool,&lt;br /&gt;You stupid girl,&lt;br /&gt;It was just Satan's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frail like the dandellion in her book&lt;br /&gt;Encrusted by ticking seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Savoured by passing minutes&lt;br /&gt;Dminished by flashing hours.&lt;br /&gt;Taken by pulsing days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She falsifies in truth,&lt;br /&gt;Demystification lying as her own fault&lt;br /&gt;Unable to withstand her quaking courage&lt;br /&gt;Fearing not the subtleties of this mere passing&lt;br /&gt;But instead the brutal realities that do not&lt;br /&gt;Disguise and covet themselves in her presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a duck, seized in a storm of thunder&lt;br /&gt;Surging up the wind and harrowing up the soul&lt;br /&gt;It always,&lt;br /&gt;makes her audience,&lt;br /&gt;Plant Struck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113318203470831460?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113318203470831460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113318203470831460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113318203470831460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113318203470831460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/trojan-mind-now-unclasped-diary-slag.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113299550100811612</id><published>2005-11-26T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:58:21.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z4844575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z4844575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1zvqyr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1zvqyr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/bff.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/bff.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A night of glorification, absolute bliss, uncomplicated bliss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She loved it. She ate it up like a warm brownie on a cold winter morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dancing on the bar top, all eyes on them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men pouring into puddles of sheer lust at their feet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Telling her she was pretty and amazing and all the little happy words she loved to hear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweat, cigarettes and booze, pulsing music, attention, flashing lights, ice down ur top, VIP treatment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The little ornate things that she thrived on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the power, OH the power, that it brought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The power over the men, the whole place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The power they had, the authority, the sexual ooze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A night of adoration, total bliss, simple bliss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She loved it. She ate it up like a warm brownie on a cold winters morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113299550100811612?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113299550100811612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113299550100811612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113299550100811612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113299550100811612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/night-of-glorification-absolute-bliss.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113284200637748588</id><published>2005-11-24T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T06:20:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be my intricate little design&lt;br /&gt;Be my divine little pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Be my capescular sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Be anything but mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113284200637748588?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113284200637748588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113284200637748588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113284200637748588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113284200637748588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/be-my-intricate-little-design-be-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113274696903555987</id><published>2005-11-23T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T03:56:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4utq86.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4utq86.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And your "I love you" was your biggest lie yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited for him to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;But he told no more lies&lt;br /&gt;He weaved no more intricate tapestries&lt;br /&gt;She played the role of the ingenue&lt;br /&gt;Or so she tried.&lt;br /&gt;This was her most beautiful act of failure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited for him to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;But he told no more lies.&lt;br /&gt;Their story book fell into a mundane lull&lt;br /&gt;Her beliefs were so panglossian.&lt;br /&gt;So pliant and foolish.&lt;br /&gt;She was the inamorata,&lt;br /&gt;In disguise.&lt;br /&gt;She was the lolita,&lt;br /&gt;Under cover.&lt;br /&gt;This was her most silent surrender to bitter sweet revelry yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited for him to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;But he told no more lies&lt;br /&gt;The rouge of the lovely story turned into a pallor of untruths&lt;br /&gt;The story was no longer fascinating now that it was revealed&lt;br /&gt;They both lionize each other&lt;br /&gt;Deceived each other&lt;br /&gt;Preyed on each other.&lt;br /&gt;Monogamy was the scary fetter on her feather light captivation&lt;br /&gt;No amount of tumid expressions of glory&lt;br /&gt;No amount of tumid lies or uproars would resurrect their grave of pretense.&lt;br /&gt;Like the jargon of a drunk,&lt;br /&gt;This was her most callous beseechment yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113274696903555987?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113274696903555987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113274696903555987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113274696903555987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113274696903555987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-your-i-love-you-was-your-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113264565531363206</id><published>2005-11-21T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:47:35.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Write 5 statements about people you know or TO people you know, Do not write who it is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You were the fuck buddy of the century. The fuck buddy that remained in my mind, in my thoughts, in my dreams, in everything I could possibly do. When Im around u, I hate u, I imagine that you are looking at me again with those eyes of yours. Those gorgeous eyes. Those eyes at one point I contemplated saying I love you to when u said it to me. I could rant and rave and call life unfair but that wouldnt do me much good either. Id imagine that ur still not over me and fall into the ridiculous predicament that love conquers all and ur first "love" never dies and that love and soulmates are fated. But ur not love, what we had wasnt love, and Im aware of this and that. U werent my soul mates and u still arent. Theres 2 much abt u that doesnt fit with me. But its nice 2 dream and wish and squander away days at a time isnt it? It is very lovely. And you r my little lovely dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;You are so completely and utterly annoyingly selfish. I love you to bits like a sister and Id give my life for you but u r so self centred and self pitying and the worst part is that ur so content being that way. You demean and devalue yourself so much by choosing people that will mistreat u. It hurts me that you CHOOSE to do that to yourself and you choose 2 put urself thru this agony and thru this pain and here we r picking up the pieces. you r gorgeous and sweet and kind and u wouldnt ever hurt a person intentionally ever so y do u let people hurt u? u dont deserve that shit and i wish i could b ur little heroin and save u all frm this horrid massacre. wish i could just make u smile when u cry cos ur so beautiful when u smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You are absolutely complex. So intelligent and intricate and fragile and yet so strong at the same time. I admire you really, for being the things I can never be, for being the things i try to be but fail at. I admire how you protect urself from the hurtful tale of "love", from the deceased lives of people who really did love or thought they did. Completely intelligent and talented and beautiful like a porcelain doll. Im so afraid that sometimes u'll b broken but then u say the smartest things and all my lil worries just vanish. You shock people with ur passion, that which they dont have, that which they'll never ever posess. You get me most cos u've been thru it like I have, You've endured the bullshit like I have and you just dont c how wonderful u r and how meaningful u r to so many people. I could never put into words what u've given to me. But I love the way you tick, the way your mind works in scary loopholes that are so intellectual and beyond our years. I love it and I love you so u shd have an acorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Its absolutely amazing to think abt it and realize how much we've put each other thru. The amount of crap as we grew up as kids and then the amt of crap we got into as adolescents. I hate the fact that he has you now and you have him I cant believe ur gonna trust sum1 hu hurt u so much jsut a few months before. i hate that i love u so much that when ur gone im gonna b insanely lonely, maybe just insane perhaps. Ur completely intelligent and fine, so u surpass me in years and years of intellect and u may sometimes be quite witty OR annoying and show-offy i have such a fear of u actually leavin me. id kill myself b4 u found out though. god knows ur so attached to everything else, the last thing u need is me caving. though i do suspect a year frm now, when ur finally leaving ill bawl my eyes out and all the secrets im keeping from u. wouldnt that b an interesting little show mon chou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I really liked you for a certain amount of time. Approximately a week. The secret was fun and well kept honestly. but the fire sizzled out. the passion was gone. it really took my mind off things when i was in ur arms and i smelt ur scent. but then it got boring. it  got predictable and the friendship we had was so much more exciting, the tension tt friendship brought seemed so much more enticing and the fights that we had never seemed so final or unsettling. I loved what we had and I really do feel stupid for ruining it. i shd have known myself, i shd have known better. I shd have known that one doesnt mix friends with the other little erratic notion of something more than just friends but i didnt. well i did know better, i jsut chose 2 act stupidly. act immaturely and dishonestly, i indulged in my wants and needs cos i was so selfish and self concious of having lost ur undyin affection, but that worked out well didnt it? I guess u cant agree with me on that... I want 2 tell u so much the truth, that im over u and i just wanna go back 2 being friends but i fear u'll hurt me with more words for havin gotten over u so fast, for maybe perhaps never ever being that into u, for maybe perhaps using u... u wouldnt like that very much but at the end of the day, right now, u dont like me very much. and i hate that im fine with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113264565531363206?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113264565531363206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113264565531363206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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any more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Its pure stupidity to cry over the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard walls a prison do not make,&lt;br /&gt;nor do iron grills a cage&lt;br /&gt;Souls seeking and empty take&lt;br /&gt;that for a hermitage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113223063155204742?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113223063155204742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113223063155204742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113223063155204742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;em&gt;"love"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had retracted years of careful planning&lt;br /&gt;And cautious living for moments like those&lt;br /&gt;She broke her rules etched into the stone of her mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to her first as a fling&lt;br /&gt;Then as a lover, an ideal,  a kobold even. perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps if she wished hard enough&lt;br /&gt;he would still be coming to her.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a loose detritus of thought&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the memories are too evil&lt;br /&gt;Too unbearable, too possesive of her&lt;br /&gt;They wont let her free&lt;br /&gt;They wont let her live&lt;br /&gt;They wont let her grasp another hand!&lt;br /&gt;They wont let her taste anothers lips!&lt;br /&gt;They wont let her..&lt;br /&gt;they wont let her forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to her presenting &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; love  &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love&lt;br /&gt;No, their LUST&lt;br /&gt;Their DESIRE&lt;br /&gt;Anything but love&lt;br /&gt;Their attraction,&lt;br /&gt;Their sin,&lt;br /&gt;was their own laconic lingo&lt;br /&gt;Her careless ways and jocund demeanor&lt;br /&gt;Ended with them entwined in a massacre of past affliction&lt;br /&gt;Past affection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to her first when she dejected him&lt;br /&gt;And again and again after she grew tired of him&lt;br /&gt;As fast and sudden as those 3 misleading words came&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to deliquesce into another charred fairytale&lt;br /&gt;She remained adamant not to be taken THE fool&lt;br /&gt;Not to be taken THE child&lt;br /&gt;Not to be taken!&lt;br /&gt;She remained adamant that he was true&lt;br /&gt;That he was honest and kind&lt;br /&gt;That he was hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to her smelling  and acting masculine at first&lt;br /&gt;It tooks hours, days, weeks, months&lt;br /&gt;For the sumptious scent to leave her mind&lt;br /&gt;The fetid stench that so so so mingled with everyone that passed her&lt;br /&gt;It took hours, days, weeks, months&lt;br /&gt;For her to cleanse herself of his undeserved attention&lt;br /&gt;The stain of his very glances marred her and made her glow so slightly&lt;br /&gt;She hated it, she detested him&lt;br /&gt;But she never hated him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to with a planned speech at first&lt;br /&gt;The onus of his actions fell upon her&lt;br /&gt;They controlled her every thought&lt;br /&gt;Her every word&lt;br /&gt;Her every tear and outburst!&lt;br /&gt;She cant help herself now&lt;br /&gt;Writing this and crying and counting the many times she believed him&lt;br /&gt;Now she &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; the abjured one.&lt;br /&gt;She knows she will take it out on her new thing&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know what to call it&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt want to be a his or a her anymore&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt want a fling anymore&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt want a friend anymore&lt;br /&gt;Hes a thing, they are a thing&lt;br /&gt;He takes her mind off him when shes in his arms&lt;br /&gt;He takes the hurt away with his words&lt;br /&gt;The story sounds so hauntingly familiar&lt;br /&gt;But his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;His hands.&lt;br /&gt;His smell&lt;br /&gt;They plague her&lt;br /&gt;They plague her so!&lt;br /&gt;She'd never ever ever let him see her hurt&lt;br /&gt;She'd never ever ever let him know he had her hooked&lt;br /&gt;Doped up by the falacy of his security&lt;br /&gt;High on the dillusion of his fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Shes disgusted with her own obsession&lt;br /&gt;Shes disgusted with her own weakness and flaw&lt;br /&gt;SHES FUCKING DISGUSTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to her in lust the first time&lt;br /&gt;Lust as sheer as her panties&lt;br /&gt;By the second time he had perfected the trade&lt;br /&gt;He had matured a hundred fucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113215373446347343?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113205990892702558</id><published>2005-11-15T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T05:05:08.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sussurus of whats around her&lt;br /&gt;Sweet innocent child, blinds herself to the thorns&lt;br /&gt;They beg themselves to be recognized&lt;br /&gt;But they are hardly worth the realization&lt;br /&gt;Weave her a beautiful tapestry of tales&lt;br /&gt;Lie to her, deceive her, make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;Sweep her off to an oneiric land&lt;br /&gt;Tell her winsome tales&lt;br /&gt;Transform her melancholy face&lt;br /&gt;To that of a virago&lt;br /&gt;She'll condescend you with her own glances&lt;br /&gt;She'll beseech you with her soft murmurs&lt;br /&gt;Perfection, such a malediction.&lt;br /&gt;Such a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Such a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Baffles them with her loquacious banter&lt;br /&gt;Immolate the traces of her left behind&lt;br /&gt;Extinguish any clues of her past identity&lt;br /&gt;Abbleviate her piety, her grace, her turpitudes.&lt;br /&gt;The sussurus of whats around her&lt;br /&gt;The circumambient social dysfunction&lt;br /&gt;She searches for that familiar face&lt;br /&gt;But returns with the mutilation of self realization&lt;br /&gt;Shes seen it all now&lt;br /&gt;Shes seen perfection&lt;br /&gt;Shes seen true horrendousness&lt;br /&gt;Shes seen herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113205990892702558?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113205990892702558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Covet whats inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Dont look at me too long for you'll see my flaws unravel&lt;br /&gt;Puissant past that percolates my soul&lt;br /&gt;Ebullient secrets that inhabit me&lt;br /&gt;Simple, embryonic secrets.&lt;br /&gt;My mind dappled by memories of you&lt;br /&gt;Your lingering touches&lt;br /&gt;Your clinging scent&lt;br /&gt;Your propitous incantations&lt;br /&gt;I take umbrage now against your love&lt;br /&gt;Disdain at how you've ruined me&lt;br /&gt;How you've tarnished my mind&lt;br /&gt;With your sinfully sweet I love yous&lt;br /&gt;Like the precarious summer clouds&lt;br /&gt;You came to me&lt;br /&gt;And I left you&lt;br /&gt;I came to you&lt;br /&gt;And you left me.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind was an open book once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;You held me like i was your world once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;And after all of that, it meant nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing nothing nothing nothing NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see that desire in your eyes again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see passion in your eyes again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see some form of you in your eyes again&lt;br /&gt;Your so foreign to me now.&lt;br /&gt;We mite as well be strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Treat me like an ornament&lt;br /&gt;Adorn me in ur incriminating subfusc&lt;br /&gt;Drench me in your crimson tears&lt;br /&gt;Drench me in my own withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;Covet that which i never wish for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Covet whats inside of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113197519534364989?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113197519534364989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113197519534364989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z44015436fg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I betray myself&lt;br /&gt;By telling u things id never tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;Especially not u&lt;br /&gt;I demand parley&lt;br /&gt;I pay gold for this statue of silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113197247622879398?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113197247622879398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113197247622879398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113197247622879398'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes we cant really live life by the rules&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Especially our own rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I broke so many of my own rules for him. And I got insanely hurt and I probably still am but I wouldnt change a second of it. I wouldnt trade any of my mistakes or breaking any of my rules. I guess I only lived thru breaking my own rules and thats sometimes all u need. You and I have so many similar rules, possibly for different reasons cos of different experiences but trust me, its worth it even if it makes u cry or scream or yell or hit him or laugh uncontrollably. every second of it is worth breaking those rules. I guess everything tt ur going thru now is happening 4 a reason, its hard 4 ppl like u and me 2 find sum1 we can truly hate so much tt we love, sum1 we can obsess abt, sum1 we just wanna b with even if it means comprimising the guide lines we have lived our entire lives by. Dont let him pass u by. I love u 2 death and id never want 2 c u hurt but i think its worth the risk right now, the risk of gettin hurt is the only way 2 live life happy. take him on a lil joy ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113187600465828011?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113187600465828011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113187600465828011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113187600465828011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113187600465828011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113153414675507947</id><published>2005-11-09T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T03:44:38.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First word that I think of when I hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radish -&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; turnips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost -&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cat - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lillie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Car -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;trunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closet - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;summer nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;kinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;electricity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic-tac-toe - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;llamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113153414675507947?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113153414675507947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113153414675507947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113153414675507947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/alknqd_th.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/alknqd_th.0.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my knee is scraped :(&lt;br /&gt;so is my chin :(&lt;br /&gt;this is just not my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113145764426001716?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113145764426001716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113145764426001716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/5obm1h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4puvwo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4puvwo.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna think of the thousand possibilities of whats goin thru ur mind&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna recall the thousand conversations we've had abt nuthing and everything&lt;br /&gt;bye bye pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna noe what u think of me&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna feel the intensity of ur stares anymore&lt;br /&gt;bye bye pretty boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hear your sweet incantations anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be plagued by ur incestant tainting touches&lt;br /&gt;bye bye sweet nights.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna feel your hands around my waist anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna rest my head on ur chest and breathe with u&lt;br /&gt;bye bye pagan statue.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna sucuumb to your longing words dripping in irony&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be your fool and let you hurt me once again.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye innocent surrenders&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna tingle from your fingers brushing through my hair&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna awake to a sweet kiss and have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;bye bye panglossian deceptions.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna...&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113135569814052216?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113135569814052216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4rqdzn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4rqdzn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/9a4uw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/9a4uw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z4504729.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z4504729.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/33b22ad0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/33b22ad0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy again&lt;br /&gt;my kinky squirrel angharad has made me feel mucho better&lt;br /&gt;and so has my kinky rake fetish friend niki hu is finally back frm chiangmai!&lt;br /&gt;love u 2 soooooooooooooooo mucccch... thanks loads babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113125725154541252?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113125725154541252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113125725154541252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113125725154541252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113125725154541252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-happy-again-my-kinky-squirrel.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113124782798392584</id><published>2005-11-05T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T19:30:27.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went too far with him&lt;br /&gt;with the games&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep all last nite&lt;br /&gt;the guilt kept me awake&lt;br /&gt;the guilt screamed out in the startling silence&lt;br /&gt;the guilt was blinding in the complete darkness&lt;br /&gt;how do i show u how sorry i am 4 everything i did 2 u?&lt;br /&gt;how can i apologize with out being selfish and makin u remember it all?&lt;br /&gt;that stupid summer where i had too much fun&lt;br /&gt;where i took too much from u.&lt;br /&gt;where everything i said or did was never never never thot thru&lt;br /&gt;where i stumbled along , dragging u with me.&lt;br /&gt;where i hurt u so much and still u came back 2 me&lt;br /&gt;and u thot of me as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;but 2 me u were just a buddy&lt;br /&gt;one of the guys i had my way with&lt;br /&gt;and right now i cant repent&lt;br /&gt;cos i cant say sorry&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything 2 make it all better&lt;br /&gt;u were so god damn innocent and perfect&lt;br /&gt;i damaged it so much&lt;br /&gt;i tainted everything u said to me with cynicism&lt;br /&gt;and i hurt u so much so u'd never be close enuf 2 hurt me&lt;br /&gt;that didnt work out did it?&lt;br /&gt;no it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;it never did.&lt;br /&gt;tormenting u cos u never could say no 2 me&lt;br /&gt;and i wish the thousand sorrys i said b4 meant something&lt;br /&gt;but i never knew what i was doing and now i do&lt;br /&gt;and i fear that this one real sorry wont cut it.&lt;br /&gt;ill repent for every bit of torture i put u thru&lt;br /&gt;ill repent for the amazing person i screwed over&lt;br /&gt;ill repent under this veil of secrecy right now&lt;br /&gt;or the guilt its just going to engulf me&lt;br /&gt;ive never felt so bad about it, really.&lt;br /&gt;ive never given u  a second thot&lt;br /&gt;but u were a friend and i wish we could still be friends&lt;br /&gt;without the complication of kisses and hugs and those 3 silly words&lt;br /&gt;those 3 silly words u murmured that made me hate u even more for being so endearing&lt;br /&gt;i hate that u said those words 2 me&lt;br /&gt;i hate that u looked at me like that&lt;br /&gt;i hate those nights&lt;br /&gt;i hate those hours we spent talking&lt;br /&gt;i hate what i did to u&lt;br /&gt;but what i hate most&lt;br /&gt;is that i cant hate u&lt;br /&gt;cos u never ever did anything wrong but let me treat you that way.&lt;br /&gt;oh god the guilt hurts more than the fact tt i ruined sumthing tt could have been pretty gd for me&lt;br /&gt;u shd have taken ur cue when she told u tt u were 2 gd 4 me&lt;br /&gt;u shd have paid heed everytime i went off with the other boys&lt;br /&gt;u shd have hurt me before i hurt u&lt;br /&gt;u shd have understood how wrong it would be when i said id never love u back&lt;br /&gt;and tt was the one time i was ever honest&lt;br /&gt;i really could never love u back&lt;br /&gt;even now, i dont love u.&lt;br /&gt;even now, i think of u as only a friend&lt;br /&gt;even now i think it meant nothing&lt;br /&gt;im so wrong and how is it that it wasnt even a month later did i have another boy saying the same things u did?&lt;br /&gt;ill never learn... i noe i wont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113124782798392584?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113124782798392584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113124782798392584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113124782798392584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113124782798392584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-too-far-with-him-with-games-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113119186005807653</id><published>2005-11-05T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T03:57:40.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so tired of lookin at the past for meaning&lt;br /&gt;I know Im over you&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhole month to get past it&lt;br /&gt;So y is it now that he mentions you&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shit abt every morsel of pain I put u thru?&lt;br /&gt;Y do i feel so guilty abt every single game I played with ur mind?&lt;br /&gt;Y do i wanna yell at u 4 never yelling at me?&lt;br /&gt;4 never stopping me instead of just sayin u loved me?&lt;br /&gt;y do i feel so hurt tt i brought this on myself?&lt;br /&gt;tt i hurt u so u wouldnt hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we both got screwed over by me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113119186005807653?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113119186005807653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113119186005807653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113119186005807653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113119186005807653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-so-tired-of-lookin-at-past-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113117802731156008</id><published>2005-11-04T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:07:07.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/973919aayourlucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/973919aayourlucky.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your scent still on me&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me was something I could never see&lt;br /&gt;Who do i have 2 b 4 u 2 love me again?&lt;br /&gt;Im not the girl u knew so many months ago&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye still, if i told u so?&lt;br /&gt;Im not the same person hu toyed with u cruelly&lt;br /&gt;Im not the same girl hu flirted with danger ceaselessly&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me you fool. Kiss me like you once did&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;What we had, it was different, its just not there.&lt;br /&gt;If your words just have any meaning at all&lt;br /&gt;Whisper them in my ear once more.&lt;br /&gt;Just once more, Tell me that its me you adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after all of this&lt;br /&gt;Ill tire of you once again&lt;br /&gt;Im not promising you an eternal moment of bliss&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you again.&lt;br /&gt;I just want your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands on my waist.&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me go&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me fall&lt;br /&gt;Lets not ever take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;Lets not ever rethink what we did&lt;br /&gt;What I did.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be in your arms again&lt;br /&gt;And I know you want to hold me again&lt;br /&gt;Ive seen it times before in your glances&lt;br /&gt;Ive heard it times before in your non chalant advances&lt;br /&gt;Ive felt it times before in your static touches&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt love&lt;br /&gt;I still wont admit that it was&lt;br /&gt;I probably never will&lt;br /&gt;It was a silly little fling&lt;br /&gt;Passion filled.&lt;br /&gt;You were just my play thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll string you on&lt;br /&gt;And cut you off once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113117802731156008?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113117802731156008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113117802731156008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113117802731156008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113117802731156008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-scent-still-on-me-way-you-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113102707363592401</id><published>2005-11-03T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:11:07.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips&lt;br /&gt;Screaming infidelities, taking its wear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113102707363592401?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113102707363592401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113102707363592401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113102707363592401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113102707363592401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-this-awkward-kiss-that-screams-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113084757554781837</id><published>2005-11-01T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T04:19:35.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_support.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_support.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/pride178.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/pride178.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY LOVELIES U HAVE TO CHECK THIS OUT: ITS SO FUNNY! ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funpic.hu/swf/numanuma.html"&gt;http://www.funpic.hu/swf/numanuma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113084757554781837?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113084757554781837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113084757554781837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113084757554781837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113084757554781837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-lovelies-u-have-to-check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113066191701467765</id><published>2005-10-30T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T01:45:17.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe she did the things she did because of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;She was so unsound, so dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Yet would it be foolish to say that&lt;br /&gt;the last time he was with her, was the last time he felt safe?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it would be very foolish&lt;br /&gt;Yet it makes perfect sense to her&lt;br /&gt;Because he was so safe, so enamoured by her&lt;br /&gt;the last she was with him, was the last time she felt so reckless and self loathing.&lt;br /&gt;His eager insignificance&lt;br /&gt;Her lustful damaging flaws&lt;br /&gt;It was heartbreak waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;Yet hes still around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue why I felt like typing that out but i did&lt;br /&gt;it has nuthing 2 do with any1 4 those of u that think it does.&lt;br /&gt;they r just words.&lt;br /&gt;words words words.&lt;br /&gt;mouth them with me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113066191701467765?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113066191701467765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113066191701467765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113066191701467765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113066191701467765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-she-did-things-she-did-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113056699886520403</id><published>2005-10-28T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:23:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/flirt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/flirt.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/phrase16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/phrase16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z5453506.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z5453506.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z5653146.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z5653146.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z5934304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z5934304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back!&lt;br /&gt;I feel my old self taking over. which is pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;Cos im not emo anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Ive been bouncing arnd and dancin and talkin all morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;Absolute brilliance!&lt;br /&gt;I love today.&lt;br /&gt;It feels free and just shockingly refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt. Mistakes not to be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;Ive fixed me now i gotta fix other things.&lt;br /&gt;They really r looking up... they really are. :)&lt;br /&gt;If u cant figure sumthing out, it isnt worth the figuring out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113056699886520403?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113056699886520403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113056699886520403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113056699886520403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113056699886520403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back-i-feel-my-old-self-taking-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113051700088727576</id><published>2005-10-28T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:30:00.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There really is no fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;His mind is made up.&lt;br /&gt;Its clear in the obvious absurd awkwardness in his cold responses&lt;br /&gt;I got what I deserved&lt;br /&gt;Theres nuthing else 2 do but pick up the pieces. again.&lt;br /&gt;And revert to my old rules.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever get too close.&lt;br /&gt;Never get too close where ur emotions become involved and you'll never get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Stop putting urself on the line&lt;br /&gt;Stop considering monogamous serious relationships&lt;br /&gt;Stop falling for their "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Stop believing it! Stop it! STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;Stop obsessing.&lt;br /&gt;Stop self loathing and guilt trips&lt;br /&gt;I just need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it wasnt so final&lt;br /&gt;But happy. thats what he deserves to be right now&lt;br /&gt;And i dont make ppl happy,&lt;br /&gt;Im too selfish for that.&lt;br /&gt;It really is true.&lt;br /&gt;U screwed up this time marlene. And theres no fixing some things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113051700088727576?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113051700088727576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113051700088727576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113051700088727576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113051700088727576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-really-is-no-fixing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113048934224742426</id><published>2005-10-28T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:49:02.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/image_59680.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/image_59680.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4g6sll.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4g6sll.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/azggeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/azggeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1fvcis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1fvcis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im tired of breathing&lt;br /&gt;Tired of running&lt;br /&gt;tired of lookin at the past 4 meaning&lt;br /&gt;tired of searching&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;but im not tired of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont say you love me and make this harder than it has 2 be.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe this is so difficult 4 me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought id be so sucked in&lt;br /&gt;I dont even noe what happened&lt;br /&gt;But it did&lt;br /&gt;We ended what never started&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt feel this way but I do.&lt;br /&gt;Just dont say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you hate me please&lt;br /&gt;So I can hate you&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me your choice was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Cos hope will be such a waste on me.&lt;br /&gt;And why do i want to be with you so much now tt you arent here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113048934224742426?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113048934224742426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113048934224742426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113048934224742426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113048934224742426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-tired-of-breathing-tired-of-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113024087885939248</id><published>2005-10-25T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T04:47:58.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was talkin 2 hari today&lt;br /&gt;and i realized why i was so hurt the last time&lt;br /&gt;was cos i broke my number 1 rule&lt;br /&gt; rule number 1: NEVER believe a guy when he says I love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose 2 believe the previous guy tt said tt. and it wasnt true. it took him a month 2 get over me and get it on with sum other hussy. I broke my special rule 4 him cos of the intensity of everything he offered me. Stupid stupid stupid. Absolutely foolish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im at a loss&lt;br /&gt;i said id never break tt rule again&lt;br /&gt;and im presented with another i love u.&lt;br /&gt;i noe i cant return it ever cos i dont believe in love&lt;br /&gt;so y is there a complication there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule number 2: NEVER say I love u to a guy&lt;br /&gt;Its just a sign of weakness&lt;br /&gt;and im not gonna be the weak one in a relationship. ive never broken this rule and im much proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule number 3:NEVER fall/cry/obsess all over a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Ive done the first two. I may obsess a little too. I must be working on this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I bend my own rules 2 much.&lt;br /&gt;Why cant i just play by my own rules 4 once and stop putting myself out on limbs?! ugh ugh ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113024087885939248?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113024087885939248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113024087885939248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113024087885939248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113024087885939248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-talkin-2-hari-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113014393438726601</id><published>2005-10-24T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:52:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/thd29ebd53.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/thd29ebd53.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z5198160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z5198160.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z5070293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z5070293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z7207190.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z7207190.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sum people in school.&lt;br /&gt;just loathe em&lt;br /&gt;despise em&lt;br /&gt;they seriously need 2 grow up and fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this theory&lt;br /&gt;tt clowns will eat in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;especially the evil demonic clown tt roams the school.&lt;br /&gt;hes so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another theory i have&lt;br /&gt;is tt i shd own a llama&lt;br /&gt;and i would name it after a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theories r veyr gd and well thot out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113014393438726601?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113014393438726601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113014393438726601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113014393438726601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113014393438726601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-sum-people-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-113005266395137842</id><published>2005-10-23T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:31:03.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/52etki.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/52etki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/17z22c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/17z22c.gif" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in my own little reality of twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Im happy. Really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;U could leave me here in my own little reality.&lt;br /&gt;Id be happy. Really, I would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-113005266395137842?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/113005266395137842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=113005266395137842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113005266395137842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/113005266395137842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-live-in-my-own-little-reality-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112999885606895770</id><published>2005-10-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:34:16.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today wasnt very gd 4 me&lt;br /&gt;im feeling mucho needy and emo&lt;br /&gt;and i hate tt&lt;br /&gt;y am i such a girrrrll?!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;double ugh.&lt;br /&gt;im too clingy&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go my little detox spree&lt;br /&gt;detach frm ppl ive gotten 2 close 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112999885606895770?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112999885606895770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112999885606895770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112999885606895770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112999885606895770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-wasnt-very-gd-4-me-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112989229766165157</id><published>2005-10-21T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T03:58:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/60853411.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/60853411.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z3377944.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z3377944.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/hurtanyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/hurtanyon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_dance5wz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_dance5wz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/comma4ra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/comma4ra.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4274830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4274830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/5cfx1f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/5cfx1f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random mood tt can only be expressed in icons...&lt;br /&gt;dont gimme tt lk.&lt;br /&gt;i love my hot pink pumps.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get all dolled up 2nite and b a gd girly girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112989229766165157?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112989229766165157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112989229766165157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112989229766165157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112989229766165157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-mood-tt-can-only-be-expressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112982273472370243</id><published>2005-10-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:38:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/s4376255.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/s4376255.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/knight4pk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/knight4pk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4ujll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4ujll2.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z5276577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z5276577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/91m0cy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/91m0cy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;-- for hari, my little squirrel friend hu i spent an awesome time with today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was worried abt her cos she fell in love with sum1, for their mind and their body.&lt;br /&gt;thats a dangerous thing.&lt;br /&gt;sex is completely an act devoid of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want her 2 confuse both and get hurt&lt;br /&gt;and yet im having trouble distinguishing them both too now.&lt;br /&gt;this cant b gd news.&lt;br /&gt;but read my lips&lt;br /&gt;i have but one word 4 u&lt;br /&gt;"whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint worth the time&lt;br /&gt;it aint worth the effort&lt;br /&gt;and i called u a friend.&lt;br /&gt;tut tut marlene. dont mix pleasure with friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112982273472370243?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112982273472370243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112982273472370243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112982273472370243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112982273472370243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-hari-my-little-squirrel-friend-hu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112965012447185019</id><published>2005-10-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:42:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/First_Kiss_by_CorrespondingxShapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/First_Kiss_by_CorrespondingxShapes.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/P5270033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/P5270033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/P5270037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/P5270037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z9274970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z9274970.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was different this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I dunno why or how or what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I was different. We could all sense it. The shoot on sunday went as figured. Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quite a nice amount of fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with hari my little squirrel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112965012447185019?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112965012447185019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112965012447185019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112965012447185019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112965012447185019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-different-this-week-i-felt-it-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112956141095691163</id><published>2005-10-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T08:03:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need 2 catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;have a look at my new pictures on my webshots&lt;br /&gt;the username is: marloosh2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webshots.com"&gt;www.webshots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112956141095691163?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112956141095691163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112956141095691163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112956141095691163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112956141095691163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-2-catch-up-on-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112935303314156600</id><published>2005-10-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T22:10:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/95vrxf1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/95vrxf1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4q2yk31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4q2yk31.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/73ie1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/73ie1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so nervous 4 u sumtimes&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna c u hurt and used by womanisers&lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out that u dont have the complete control over them they have on u&lt;br /&gt;and i cant always be here 4 u picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;i want to always be there 4 ya but i cant&lt;br /&gt;i have my own pieces 2 pick up and i have other people's shit 2 work out&lt;br /&gt;and though u mean the world 2 me, i cant swear ill always be this available or accomadating&lt;br /&gt;im practically shittin myself wondering if u have any clue wat ur doing&lt;br /&gt;and the weirdest thing is i do tt shit all the time&lt;br /&gt;and its so acceptable when i do it cos i think i have the control on them&lt;br /&gt;but ur a best fren to me so i just get defensive and weird and scared shitless 4 u&lt;br /&gt;haha i probably scare my sister shitless like this too anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112935303314156600?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112935303314156600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112935303314156600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112935303314156600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112935303314156600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-get-so-nervous-4-u-sumtimes-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112930345899207261</id><published>2005-10-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T08:24:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/6hulfq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/6hulfq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/919898771.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/919898771.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw skeleton key today&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;a little freaked out 2 nite&lt;br /&gt;im having one of those nites i wanna be hugged lol!&lt;br /&gt;its so odd&lt;br /&gt;but im like this after watching horror flicks&lt;br /&gt;but then again im also like this after watchin chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shd just stop watching both.&lt;br /&gt;and i shd stop asking dumb questions abt love tt wont b answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112930345899207261?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112930345899207261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112930345899207261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112930345899207261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112930345899207261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/saw-skeleton-key-today-it-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112918299472340847</id><published>2005-10-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:56:34.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/wantyou2ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/wantyou2ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/wantyou2ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/wantyou2ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z7026532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z7026532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/800450df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/800450df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/vbjhjhgj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/vbjhjhgj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/675e2q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/675e2q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/53rbcz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/53rbcz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came across this on someone's site, heres my edition of the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 THINGS MY BOYFRIEND MUST HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)A bad streak&lt;br /&gt;2)A very sexy smelling cologne/scent&lt;br /&gt;3)Either really nice eyes or a really nice body (e.g strong arms, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;4)The ability to play wrestle me without gettin too rough (cos thats just sexy sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;6)passion and tons of it (if im gonna yell i want him 2 yell back at me)&lt;br /&gt;7) a quirk (something tt sets him aside frm other guys)&lt;br /&gt;8) guts. (thats right he needs 2 have balls 2 come up 2 me and make me weak in the knees)&lt;br /&gt;9) intense true feelings 4 me (i refuse 2 waste my time on flings tt pass 4 relationships)&lt;br /&gt;10) enough time and tolerance 2 put up with me and my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im becoming such a hopeless romantic&lt;br /&gt;im off 2 dig a hole and hide in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"save sumthing special 4 the very end&lt;br /&gt;i got sumthing special 4 my bad boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;c'mon baby be my bad boyfriend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112918299472340847?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112918299472340847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>it hurts when u werent tryin 2 hurt a fren but thats what happens anyway&lt;br /&gt;especially when u truly love tt same person&lt;br /&gt;and u keep sumthing frm them cos u dun wanna hurt them&lt;br /&gt;and in the end they just get even more hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when u tell sum1 u trust with ur life abt what u think&lt;br /&gt;and they tell tt sum1 else&lt;br /&gt;and its such a twist and so ironic&lt;br /&gt;cos u feel so betrayed and observed and discussed&lt;br /&gt;and yet u cant help trusting tt person after tt&lt;br /&gt;even if u noe they just took out a whole part of ur life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when thye call u a liar&lt;br /&gt;and despise u and the entire time&lt;br /&gt;ur intentions were gd and true and meant to keep ppl frm hurting&lt;br /&gt;even if it hurt u&lt;br /&gt;so how did things get so screwed up?&lt;br /&gt;how did it get so misconceived?&lt;br /&gt;how did things go so askew and y am i so hooked tt im trusting this person again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just setting myself up 4 more hurt feelings&lt;br /&gt;but the whole friendship means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;and seeing her hurt especially knowing i hurt her&lt;br /&gt;its just unbearable&lt;br /&gt;i wanna call her and tell her how sorry i am&lt;br /&gt;i want everything 2 b ok again&lt;br /&gt;with him&lt;br /&gt;with her&lt;br /&gt;with us&lt;br /&gt;just everything 2 go back 2 being ok.&lt;br /&gt;even if i have 2 say a million sorries 4 it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112912941099208300?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112912941099208300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112912941099208300' title='0 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style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/Dance3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/post-14-1103064042.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/post-14-1103064042.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/ushouldaskmeout1rd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/ushouldaskmeout1rd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/91989877.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/91989877.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/80a4cc3d.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/80a4cc3d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think u shd ask me out again&lt;br /&gt;they say third times a charm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112909623137875808?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112909623137875808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112909623137875808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/5fjcjt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/alknqd_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/alknqd_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/msndollzu_1294949780.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/msndollzu_1294949780.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/334fcfc6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/334fcfc6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z7542701.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z7542701.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im in my little romantic gushy mood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some body, any body, shoot me now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112904691979327609?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112904691979327609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112904691979327609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/37187.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/3da39f44ec3d1d31c6e5cc5ce6233d2e186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/3da39f44ec3d1d31c6e5cc5ce6233d2e186.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye is poofy and swollen&lt;br /&gt;prepare 4 humiliation? oui oui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112901066522701451?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112901066522701451/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112894577110061978</id><published>2005-10-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T05:02:51.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>were u wearing an armedillo hat when u said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo armedillo hats!!!&lt;br /&gt;check out pictures from today on my webshots account&lt;br /&gt;my username is: marloosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webshots.com"&gt;www.webshots.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye is swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya'll have a gd day ya hear?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112894577110061978?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112894577110061978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112894577110061978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112894577110061978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112894577110061978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/were-u-wearing-armedillo-hat-when-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112886425551228951</id><published>2005-10-09T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:24:15.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mommy was right when she told me she gave birth 2 a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;this yr started out so quiet&lt;br /&gt;and normal and average&lt;br /&gt;but now ive attracted the drama sumhow again&lt;br /&gt;i make drama, im addicted to it&lt;br /&gt;im absolutely stuck on the melodramatic turn of events that pass 4 my life&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong my lovelies,&lt;br /&gt;i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt ask 4 more&lt;br /&gt;well i could but i wont&lt;br /&gt;cos i guess im really lucky&lt;br /&gt;but maybe thats y i bring drama&lt;br /&gt;cos im not satisfied with gd&lt;br /&gt;im not satisfied with the word average or normal&lt;br /&gt;or quiet&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the quiet&lt;br /&gt;for the quiet gives me time 2 think and reflect&lt;br /&gt;so i bring on drama and pandemonium&lt;br /&gt;to take me away&lt;br /&gt;away from my normal wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;with its little lavish luxuries&lt;br /&gt;and i taint and mar it with heartbreak and reasons to scream and yell&lt;br /&gt;and reasons to bitch and moan and cry&lt;br /&gt;im filled with so many flaws&lt;br /&gt;and the dramas i loathe and yet am so addicted to, take my mind off those flaws&lt;br /&gt;but im really hurting ppl in my little dramas&lt;br /&gt;and its so self absorbed of me&lt;br /&gt;to want 2 c ppl cry so i can cry so i dont realize my flaws&lt;br /&gt;and in the haste of my dramas hopefully in my mind i think no one sees my flaws&lt;br /&gt;no one sees the me that crawls up in bed on a rainy day and lies there for hours just watching the drops of water.&lt;br /&gt;no one sees the me that cries in chick flicks or dreams of having a very own Aidan of my own (think of sex and the city, yes, that aidan)&lt;br /&gt;and theres the me that no one else sees when i obsess abt someone or sumthing&lt;br /&gt;there r so many parts of me tt no body sees and i dont hide it intentionally i just get caught up in my own little brought abt drama.&lt;br /&gt;my life would b so boring without them&lt;br /&gt;my life would b so much more perfect without them&lt;br /&gt;im such a twat sumtimes&lt;br /&gt;such a little drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;mommy was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112886425551228951?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112886425551228951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112886425551228951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112886425551228951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112886425551228951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/mommy-was-right-when-she-told-me-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112878297843059686</id><published>2005-10-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T07:49:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im such a girl&lt;br /&gt;and that is more than embarassing&lt;br /&gt;its humiliating and mortifying&lt;br /&gt;but im loving every second,&lt;br /&gt;every hormonal instinct,&lt;br /&gt;every mood swing,&lt;br /&gt;every little bit of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112878297843059686?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112878297843059686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112878297843059686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112878297843059686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112878297843059686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-such-girl-and-that-is-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112867872340296725</id><published>2005-10-07T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:52:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/auf9xc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/auf9xc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/31823.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/31823.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z3985827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z3985827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z8492038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z8492038.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im liking alice very much&lt;br /&gt;very much indeed&lt;br /&gt;alice is a boy, btw. lol just thot 4 all u stupid uwc ppl hu still think im a lesbian lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh and ummm lets c&lt;br /&gt;i love hungy hippo commercials&lt;br /&gt;they r spiffy! :D&lt;br /&gt;thats my new fav. word.&lt;br /&gt;spiffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112867872340296725?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112867872340296725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112867872340296725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112867872340296725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112867872340296725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-liking-alice-very-much-very-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112860843805915933</id><published>2005-10-06T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:20:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/green%20socks.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/green%20socks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/mr%20ostrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/mr%20ostrich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/my%20idol%20is%20a%20spork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/my%20idol%20is%20a%20spork.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/maybelling%20johnny%20depp.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/maybelling%20johnny%20depp.gif" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UN nite was awesome&lt;br /&gt;helped out the coffeee bean store&lt;br /&gt;and danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;until i got so dizzy i fell over&lt;br /&gt;but i loved every second of it&lt;br /&gt;most of it anyway&lt;br /&gt;im a bad friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112860843805915933?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112860843805915933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112860843805915933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112860843805915933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112860843805915933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/un-nite-was-awesome-helped-out-coffeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112851720654683244</id><published>2005-10-05T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T06:00:06.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_thforkyourself3vt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_thforkyourself3vt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_thforkyourself3vt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_thforkyourself3vt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/hug%20an%20emo%20kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/hug%20an%20emo%20kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/hott%20llama.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/hott%20llama.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/opposites%20attract.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/opposites%20attract.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/suicide%20notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/suicide%20notes.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/too%20short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/too%20short.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/sporks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/sporks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words sting and burn like a bad tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Its like all u ever want 2 do is hurt me and make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Opposites may attract but my opposite will never love me for hu i am even if he says he does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112851720654683244?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112851720654683244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112851720654683244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112851720654683244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112851720654683244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-words-sting-and-burn-like-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112843091495594692</id><published>2005-10-04T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T06:01:54.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/b4247854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/b4247854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/2879691ic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/2879691ic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/2879691ic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/2879691ic.gif" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/53rbcz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/53rbcz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1dzk7s1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1dzk7s1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1zvqyr1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1zvqyr1.gif" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pilates today after skool&lt;br /&gt;awesome workout&lt;br /&gt;things confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;i got a pretty flower today&lt;br /&gt;it was white&lt;br /&gt;and i put it in my hair. i was so proud of it but then it fell in the toilet bowl. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112843091495594692?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112843091495594692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/a0c6iw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/a0c6iw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/dm61s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/dm61s4.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/drinksmorkyter2gd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/drinksmorkyter2gd.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/deb9fc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/deb9fc.gif" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/8036.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/8036.gif" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/6i5nxf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/6i5nxf.gif" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Random icons, random mood.&lt;br /&gt;   Im scaring myself shitless&lt;br /&gt;   I enjoyed being in his arms partially.&lt;br /&gt;   I enjoyed being looked at like that again.&lt;br /&gt;   How scary is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112833336886490825?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112833336886490825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112833336886490825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112833336886490825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112833336886490825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-icons-random-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112825125758743317</id><published>2005-10-02T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T04:07:37.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Im back frm sofia's&lt;br /&gt;it was sehr fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kinda scary when sum1 u just meets&lt;br /&gt;looks at u a certain way&lt;br /&gt;the way sum1 hu previously was in love with u looked at u&lt;br /&gt;its scarier when they give u hugs and hold ur hands barely knowing u&lt;br /&gt;its the scariest when u fall so acceptingly into this without tt much discomfort&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really am becoming a clingy needy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112825125758743317?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112825125758743317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112825125758743317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112825125758743317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112825125758743317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-im-back-frm-sofias-it-was-sehr.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112815505111822143</id><published>2005-10-01T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:24:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bonjourno my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna sleep over at sofia's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;im like at an adrenaline high 4 sum reason&lt;br /&gt;im liking this! :)&lt;br /&gt;im feeling deprived of talking to the freak.&lt;br /&gt;lol IM WORKING ON MY INNER CLINGY/NEEDY GIRLNESS!&lt;br /&gt;soon ill b able to act like a girl and b all like needy and emotionally available&lt;br /&gt;isnt that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;hahah oui oui i agree.&lt;br /&gt;ok im off to color co-ordinate my sock collection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112815505111822143?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112815505111822143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112815505111822143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112815505111822143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112815505111822143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/10/bonjourno-my-lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112800136557999443</id><published>2005-09-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T06:42:52.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Temptress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of temptresses, one is the&lt;br /&gt;flirty type who is outgoing and loves flirting&lt;br /&gt;and if she likes what she sees she goes after&lt;br /&gt;it. The second is the temptress who is is very&lt;br /&gt;discreet about her doings. She keeps it on the&lt;br /&gt;downlow if she likes someone, but eventually&lt;br /&gt;always gets her way. When she is alone with&lt;br /&gt;someone she is not afraid to make the first&lt;br /&gt;move and dominate over her mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Temptress, you are usually in control,&lt;br /&gt;in your relationships. You tend to be the type&lt;br /&gt;of person who likes things a certain way. You&lt;br /&gt;may be a major flirt and outgoing, or you are a&lt;br /&gt;very subtle person and wait until your behind&lt;br /&gt;closed doors to let that side out, either way&lt;br /&gt;your still in control. You are not one to be&lt;br /&gt;tempted to do something, you are the one&lt;br /&gt;tempting them. You are probably a tease at&lt;br /&gt;times but thats cool, your just being you.&lt;br /&gt;You most likely love being on top during sex so&lt;br /&gt;that you can control everything. If you are not&lt;br /&gt;sexually active, that would most likely be your&lt;br /&gt;fav position along with others.^_~&lt;br /&gt;Your color is red, firey and sexy. Your clothing&lt;br /&gt;would be leather or tight and revealing&lt;br /&gt;clothing unless your the controling person on&lt;br /&gt;the low. In that case your clothing is a sheer&lt;br /&gt;stuff that tends to tease the eye ever so&lt;br /&gt;slightly. Fishnet and net clothing is also you,&lt;br /&gt;it tends to lead the mind to think wonderful&lt;br /&gt;things.^_~&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF TEMPTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Temptation&lt;/a&gt; Quiz *Lengthy Answers &amp;amp; Gorgeous Pics* ( EVERYONE, Guys and Girls)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112800136557999443?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112800136557999443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112800136557999443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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grade.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;oh the confusion and amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really bored lately with life and like everything.&lt;br /&gt;someone gimme exciting&lt;br /&gt;and juicy&lt;br /&gt;and entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED ENTERTAINMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh he has such beautiful green eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and he gives me the most beautiful stares&lt;br /&gt;so y dont i like him if he likes me?&lt;br /&gt;there is something seriously like wrong with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112798617010134099?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112798617010134099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112798617010134099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112798617010134099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112798617010134099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooooo-la-la-niki-i-didnt-write-u-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112790419489604750</id><published>2005-09-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T03:54:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed my little freak.&lt;br /&gt;hee hee&lt;br /&gt;i love jewish ppl&lt;br /&gt;and jewish things&lt;br /&gt;and hanukkah&lt;br /&gt;and llamas.&lt;br /&gt;ooo yes i do love llamas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112790419489604750?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112790419489604750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112790419489604750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112790419489604750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112790419489604750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-missed-my-little-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112783304933007840</id><published>2005-09-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:57:29.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/iconyeayeaitalktomyself3ls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/iconyeayeaitalktomyself3ls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/95n7uf2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/95n7uf2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/675eo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/675eo7.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;a new obstacle course&lt;br /&gt;i love mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its absurdly hard 2 show how much u care abt someone when ur me&lt;br /&gt;just as it is...&lt;br /&gt;absurdly hard 4 a fat kid to lose weight and grow up normal&lt;br /&gt;just as it is....&lt;br /&gt;absurdly hard 4 me 2 say i love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112783304933007840?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112783304933007840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112783304933007840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112783304933007840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112783304933007840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-beginning-new-obstacle-course-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112782326867061365</id><published>2005-09-27T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T05:14:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All entries having to do with my mom or personal life have been deleted&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is not happy&lt;br /&gt;and when mommy is not happy, I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want 2 live life like normal ppl&lt;br /&gt;I just want 2 b able 2 cry like normal ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112782326867061365?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112782326867061365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112780853905523134</id><published>2005-09-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:08:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>works of poetry by me&lt;br /&gt;take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angharad-rapes-llamas.blogspot.com"&gt;http://angharad-rapes-llamas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kirstie-likes-penis.blogspot.com"&gt;http://kirstie-likes-penis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/niki_likes_rakes"&gt;http://xanga.com/niki_likes_rakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112773182755439482</id><published>2005-09-26T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T03:50:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poem to niki 2 cheer her up cos shes having a gloomy day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penises are green&lt;br /&gt;Rakes are blue&lt;br /&gt;One day ill fuck ur spleen&lt;br /&gt;and then ill fuck u.&lt;br /&gt;with a rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE IT MADE YOU FEEL BETTER MY KINKY FRIEND AND IF IT DIDNT JUST REMEMBER I WANT 2 HAVE UR BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i desire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)perfection&lt;br /&gt;2)sex and lots of it&lt;br /&gt;3)my hp to be fixed&lt;br /&gt;4)my mp3 to be fixed&lt;br /&gt;5)a rake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112764902897116193</id><published>2005-09-25T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T04:50:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;my weekend has been somewhat uneventful&lt;br /&gt;i saw christian on saturday&lt;br /&gt;he got rid of the glasses&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how annoying he was lol&lt;br /&gt;but i gave him a hug all the same&lt;br /&gt;he returned it alot warmer than i deserve nor did i like it&lt;br /&gt;he kept me in a bear hug for what seemed like forever&lt;br /&gt;that when i said "ok chris, u can lemme go now..."&lt;br /&gt;i dont think he got the hint.&lt;br /&gt;but i could tell he was nervous&lt;br /&gt;from how fast he spoke&lt;br /&gt;and told me tt the girl he was with was his god sister and he was single&lt;br /&gt;lol. hes so predictable even after ages.&lt;br /&gt;the gd old days? lol&lt;br /&gt;god life has gotten so boring.&lt;br /&gt;even the drama in my life is boring&lt;br /&gt;cos i control it most of the time&lt;br /&gt;im just a control freak really.&lt;br /&gt;lol i control every aspect of my life and some aspects of other people's lives&lt;br /&gt;i hate that about me.&lt;br /&gt;gah i have so many flaws&lt;br /&gt;and too little time 2 correct them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112764902897116193?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112764902897116193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112764902897116193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112764902897116193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112764902897116193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello-my-lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112754325070478646</id><published>2005-09-23T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:27:30.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a piss.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha awwwww my little toy has turned against me&lt;br /&gt;he got insulted.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;pfft men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men need midol more than women do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112754325070478646?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112754325070478646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112754325070478646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112754325070478646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112754325070478646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-piss.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112748746928387693</id><published>2005-09-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:57:49.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh La La....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me niki, here is ur love poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tampons are purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Midol is pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You have wild orgys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In your grandmother's sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee heee heee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girlies. Im not gonna c em all weekend long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a rugby ball 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was gd and very chest flattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you love the fact tt ill never b above an A cup?&lt;br /&gt;I do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112748746928387693?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112748746928387693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112748746928387693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112748746928387693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112748746928387693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/ooh-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112746506310898640</id><published>2005-09-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:44:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like throwing rotten grapes at people.&lt;br /&gt;or banana muffins. u noe the ones they sell at toscana in our canteen?&lt;br /&gt;yeah those banana muffins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112746506310898640?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112746506310898640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112746506310898640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112746506310898640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112746506310898640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-feel-like-throwing-rotten-grapes-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112739898715251602</id><published>2005-09-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T07:23:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/flirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/flirt.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/8ywf0m.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/8ywf0m.gif" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/4puvwo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/4puvwo.gif" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/pen17ud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/pen17ud1.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night is so shockingly clearly embedded in my mind&lt;br /&gt;So absurdly etched into my memory&lt;br /&gt;So inconveniently marring my dreams, tainting them into nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;That night screwed us up so bad, didnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112739898715251602?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112739898715251602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112739898715251602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112739898715251602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112739898715251602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-night-is-so-shockingly-clearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112738275914371343</id><published>2005-09-22T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:52:39.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say too much&lt;br /&gt;Yet I say too little.&lt;br /&gt;I shudder at the thought of being immured in my own words&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt feel this way I really shouldnt. But then again when did I ever do things I should do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112738275914371343?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112738275914371343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112738275914371343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112738275914371343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112738275914371343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-say-too-much-yet-i-say-too-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112721471234378765</id><published>2005-09-20T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T04:11:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z7701500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z7701500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z68121131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z68121131.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z48445751.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z48445751.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_dance5wz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_dance5wz2.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z15776011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z15776011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_thinkingsex2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_thinkingsex2.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z4309858.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z4309858.gif" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im in such an icon mood its freaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and i wanna dance and dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;till these hunger pangs go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;im a highschool lover and ur my favourite flavour, marly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112721471234378765?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112721471234378765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112721471234378765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112721471234378765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112721471234378765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-in-such-icon-mood-its-freaky-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112695530297284959</id><published>2005-09-17T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T04:08:22.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH EM GEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt like tt.&lt;br /&gt;random outburst of emotion&lt;br /&gt;dont u just love it?&lt;br /&gt;i need rain.&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain 4 me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addiction is such a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;bad, marlene...&lt;br /&gt;reowr.&lt;br /&gt;i love addiction.&lt;br /&gt;i love bad things.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just addicted to the drama tt addiction brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to twirl&lt;br /&gt;i want to dance&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream&lt;br /&gt;i want to just go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whammy. haha i like the sound of it too.&lt;br /&gt;but ur still the freak joshua caroline imran!&lt;br /&gt;in ur face sucker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i need 2 grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112695530297284959?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112695530297284959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112695530297284959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112695530297284959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112695530297284959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-em-gee.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112692769859126149</id><published>2005-09-16T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:28:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/2c6ef61894c328ea2f986fe74de1da2a4935219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/2c6ef61894c328ea2f986fe74de1da2a4935219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh im so pissy now&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna say sumthing like&lt;br /&gt;stay 4 me and b all clingy and girl-like&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna let u go either.&lt;br /&gt;oh well time will tell i guess.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go off twirling&lt;br /&gt;and lose this stupid stupid feeling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112692769859126149?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112692769859126149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112692769859126149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112692769859126149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112692769859126149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/ugh-im-so-pissy-now-i-dont-wanna-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112679238612361916</id><published>2005-09-15T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:53:06.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z1724092.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z1724092.gif" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/5cfx1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/5cfx1f.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/dance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/dance.gif" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_ANTI-LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_ANTI-LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/1277993.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/1277993.gif" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z1577601.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z1577601.gif" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/6qaza9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/6qaza9.gif" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/9vgrp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/9vgrp4.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im so in an icon frenzy mood and i feel like being kissed, i wanna b kissed. its so romantic. i need the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;                                                                                                             razzle dazzle of romance. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112679238612361916?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112679238612361916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112679238612361916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112679238612361916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112679238612361916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-so-in-icon-frenzy-mood-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112678756506429475</id><published>2005-09-15T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T05:32:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/acyc94.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/acyc94.gif" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/3843568.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/3843568.gif" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/70dqpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/70dqpg.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/211phg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/211phg.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_3831465g.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_3831465g.gif" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_fat.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right. I have so many emotions all conveyed in icons.&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up and kiss me. thats right. i dare u 2 kiss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112678756506429475?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112678756506429475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112678756506429475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112678756506429475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112678756506429475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112660170829850160</id><published>2005-09-13T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:55:08.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Im totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;Completely and utterly fine.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I enjoy seeing the pounds shed off, but that doesnt mean I have a problem or disorder&lt;br /&gt;It just means Im self concious&lt;br /&gt;every1 is a lil self concious&lt;br /&gt;and i dont appreciate being treated like a case study&lt;br /&gt;being discussed behind my back&lt;br /&gt;i love u all so much still&lt;br /&gt;but dont discuss me like im a child and i cant comprehend&lt;br /&gt;i hate being discussed&lt;br /&gt;there goes honesty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112660170829850160?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112660170829850160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112660170829850160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112660170829850160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112660170829850160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-is-nothing-wrong-with-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112660225581674962</id><published>2005-09-13T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:04:15.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_Im20so20fat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_Im20so20fat.gif" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/thugly_beautiful.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/thugly_beautiful.gif" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/weight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/weight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/ak8q452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/ak8q452.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/5tswfp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/5tswfp3.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112660225581674962?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112660225581674962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112660225581674962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112660225581674962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112660225581674962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112652488651745345</id><published>2005-09-12T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:34:46.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/me%20and%20sofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/me%20and%20sofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/me%20and%20sofia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z3734061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z3734061.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/z3075869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/z3075869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/07eb9309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/07eb9309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/th_quodmenutrit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/th_quodmenutrit.gif" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/hate%20my%20body.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/hate%20my%20body.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the first pic is me and sofia today in skool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im disappointed in myself and my uncontrollable eating today. its raining i want to dance in the rain so much but theres so much lightning and thunder. I feel like a little kid again, cringing everytime the thunder comes. Im loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quod me nutrit , me destruit - what nourishes me, destroys me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112652488651745345?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112652488651745345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112652488651745345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112652488651745345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112652488651745345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-pic-is-me-and-sofia-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112651580917159155</id><published>2005-09-12T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:03:29.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/fatkids1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/fatkids1.gif" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/1600/us1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4289/349/320/us1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niki, hari, riane and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112651580917159155?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112651580917159155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112651580917159155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112651580917159155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112651580917159155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/niki-hari-riane-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16610337.post-112651540236411408</id><published>2005-09-12T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:56:42.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It felt time to move again. My old website was &lt;a href="http://snafu-blasphemy.blogspot.com"&gt;http://snafu-blasphemy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures to start off this dreary blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16610337-112651540236411408?l=i-love-sporks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/feeds/112651540236411408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16610337&amp;postID=112651540236411408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112651540236411408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16610337/posts/default/112651540236411408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-love-sporks.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-felt-time-to-move-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Marly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03834245335547173845</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
