<?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-4825959170524593988</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:43:06.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.T.C.H</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-8643773372818567093</id><published>2008-09-05T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:16:12.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new ipod</title><content type='html'>today i got my new ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS STICKERSSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also a new webcam and a armband so when i go running i dont have to hold it in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already filled it with songs.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm jamming.&lt;br /&gt;god bless this kid victor, for loving me as lil as he does, but still giving me an ipod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-8643773372818567093?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/8643773372818567093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=8643773372818567093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/8643773372818567093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/8643773372818567093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-ipod.html' title='new ipod'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-5822608840819408827</id><published>2008-09-03T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:28:42.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year Begins.</title><content type='html'>Today was my last first day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to start, until the min i walked into my hallway.&lt;br /&gt;High School is easier then we make it seem. Everything is giving to you, pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;Or basically just made soo easy for you. UGH! it's kinda of upsetting. after this year,&lt;br /&gt;i must do everything for myself. set goals and complete them cause it's my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics from the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/23w4jr4.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during an assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/34qtpif.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2e67cd1.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period 5 lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2u4lvud.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2j0c9x0.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after this i didn't take anymore pictures.&lt;br /&gt;but i will be throughout the year. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-5822608840819408827?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/5822608840819408827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-4021606311111594227</id><published>2008-09-01T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:53:39.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar Disorder Linked To Older Fathers</title><content type='html'>lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just heard this on the news.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/09/01/health/main4405168.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-4021606311111594227?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/4021606311111594227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but mouth and his shorty are out,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm happy for nathan and haley and jaime. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-5523287166200397270?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/5523287166200397270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=5523287166200397270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/5523287166200397270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/5523287166200397270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;stickz (3:17:31 AM): ur probably sleepin&lt;br /&gt;stickz (3:17:43 AM): cuz its late as hell over there&lt;br /&gt;stickz (3:17:48 AM): buh its only 10 45am&lt;br /&gt;stickz (3:17:51 AM): over here&lt;br /&gt;stickz signed off at 4:58:01 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/vaxap.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-8111506917537918418?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/8111506917537918418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=8111506917537918418' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-1765246899764287059</id><published>2008-08-30T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:29:30.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shwayze</title><content type='html'>this dude is a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave him props on his Corona and Lime song.&lt;br /&gt;it made me singalong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i listened to a song called "My Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;it' ridiculous. he's talking about his girlfriend giving great head. and that she dresses like a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;is he proud of this? because why else would he sing about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shwayze stick to your DAY JOB son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics for "my Girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;         (CHOURUS)&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;shes a ten&lt;br /&gt;shes real tan and she hits the gym&lt;br /&gt;she wears red lingerie to bed&lt;br /&gt;her daddy's rich and she gives great head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend got a bit ol butt &lt;br /&gt;daisy dukes with the seams ripped up &lt;br /&gt;crazy dudes like to whistle at her&lt;br /&gt;because she looks like a stripper for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she likes to shake it&lt;br /&gt;but she won't make it&lt;br /&gt;she dress like a hoe but talk like a lady&lt;br /&gt;but lately shes been acting kind of shady&lt;br /&gt;coming home late with the makeup looking crazy&lt;br /&gt;hair messed up hickey's on the neck &lt;br /&gt;i think i see pussy juice dripping down her leg&lt;br /&gt;i grab her by the head&lt;br /&gt;you know what i said?&lt;br /&gt;who you been riding with in the hood little red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby its not what you think&lt;br /&gt;a couple drinks led to some things&lt;br /&gt;im not sure how to tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;im a lesbian.. lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;shes a ten&lt;br /&gt;shes real tan and she hits the gym&lt;br /&gt;she wears red lingerie to bed&lt;br /&gt;her daddy's rich and she gives great head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend drives a benz&lt;br /&gt;shes got alotta pretty best friends&lt;br /&gt;they all like to experiment&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend is a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh my my ohh hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;baby like to take off her party dress&lt;br /&gt;i say don't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;i walked in a double-sided dildo love affair&lt;br /&gt;they were bumpin chair dressed in leather&lt;br /&gt;breathin heavy and whippin eachother&lt;br /&gt;they looked at me like their mommy just caught 'em&lt;br /&gt;cause johnny rottom put my seat up in their apple bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it all got weird&lt;br /&gt;the other chick had a beard&lt;br /&gt;i got scared and ran out of there&lt;br /&gt;busted on my dick down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarzan met jane one day&lt;br /&gt;and jane met janet and moved away&lt;br /&gt;and left tarzan with noboday&lt;br /&gt;sad all day so he plays all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;shes a ten&lt;br /&gt;shes real tan and she hits the gym&lt;br /&gt;she wears red lingerie to bed&lt;br /&gt;her daddy's rich and she gives great head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend drives a benz&lt;br /&gt;shes got alotta pretty best friends&lt;br /&gt;they all like to experiment&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend is a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girl is now her girl&lt;br /&gt;and her girl is now here man&lt;br /&gt;say it in french le lesbian say it again le lesbian&lt;br /&gt;i like girls who like girls?&lt;br /&gt;as long as they like me&lt;br /&gt;but my girl just liked girls&lt;br /&gt;and now her girls wants to fight me,&lt;br /&gt;punched in the eye by a girl named butch&lt;br /&gt;pushed me in the bush  stole my kush&lt;br /&gt;took me for a fool took my girl too&lt;br /&gt;right hook now i got to move schools&lt;br /&gt;nicce looking with the basketball shoes&lt;br /&gt;tied tight every night is ladies night&lt;br /&gt;wild night when your dating a dyke&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i guess you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;shes a ten&lt;br /&gt;shes real tan and she hits the gym&lt;br /&gt;she wears red lingerie to bed&lt;br /&gt;her daddy's rich and she gives great head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend drives a benz&lt;br /&gt;shes got alotta pretty best friends&lt;br /&gt;they all like to experiment&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend is a lesbian (X3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-1765246899764287059?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/1765246899764287059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=1765246899764287059' 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Gone</title><content type='html'>When i say HE i'm referring to my ex.&lt;br /&gt;He was deployed to iraq today, :[&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i was going to react the way i did.&lt;br /&gt;i got hysterical. i guess that proves i'm not really over him,&lt;br /&gt;like i thought i was. :[ or mayb that just means i really care about him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo scared for him. but then again god is watching over him.&lt;br /&gt;but now i can say i know how it feels when some1 you really care about&lt;br /&gt;leave to war. it's a stressful worrying feeling. it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;ughhh. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sticky, be safe. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-6063260593078581518?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-2372564119125572577</id><published>2008-08-24T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:45:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>i finally realized it, it's time i'm most afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;not having enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not being able to find out who i'll be,&lt;br /&gt;or if i'll be anyone.&lt;br /&gt;being afraid of what i'll miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a couple of years now, i've tried to kinda plan a future ahead.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, NO ONE CAN TELL THE FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;but i've liked to look at it as setting some goals.&lt;br /&gt;for example, what i want to be, how many kids i want in the future,&lt;br /&gt;what age i would liked to get married at, where i want to live.&lt;br /&gt;but now that as of 2:38 am today, i was dumped for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;all i am left saying is time still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that brings me to something else,&lt;br /&gt;everyone at least once in their life has wanted to stop time,&lt;br /&gt;rewind time, change something. ughhhhh if that were only possible&lt;br /&gt;i would have prevented mad shit. i'm so angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-2372564119125572577?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/2372564119125572577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-6626795142376452265</id><published>2008-08-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:40:25.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets harder everyday.</title><content type='html'>i really &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; about him.but i think thats all it is. : /&lt;br /&gt;it gets harder everyday, since he's so far away.&lt;br /&gt;i dont love him more. i only love him the same. &lt;br /&gt;he also agrees that it's harder for our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to grow,&lt;br /&gt;since we can't be together. i just can't give up though.&lt;br /&gt;if i can make it through this, i can go through it all with him.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, it's just now since it's the beginning i want to be in his arms,&lt;br /&gt;i want his warm kisses. i miss the way he looks at me, when he knows something is wrong. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. "true love can&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; survive&lt;/span&gt; any amount of distance or time" right?&lt;br /&gt;thats what i was told. even tho i'm also told, that what i'm doing is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but love itself is crazy. i more then care for him. i can see me falling in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh, thinking about him brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;hearing his ringtone makes my heart skip a beat. thats why i cant let it go.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i "hear" my phone beeping. but it's just me hearing things. lol&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to rush things. hopefully everyone plays it fair, and&lt;br /&gt;w.e. is suppose to happen happens. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-6626795142376452265?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-4118344709268752321</id><published>2008-08-21T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:39:54.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lil sister.&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;ride or die.&lt;br /&gt;i cant get rid of you. lol (even if i wanted to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jasmine C.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2aig0vd.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up with you is fun.&lt;br /&gt;even tho you get me mad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes on your birthday and others to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-4118344709268752321?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/4118344709268752321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=4118344709268752321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/4118344709268752321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/4118344709268752321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-jasmine.html' title='happy birthday Jasmine'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2aig0vd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-6736672610102235736</id><published>2008-08-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:56:01.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been ghost</title><content type='html'>odee, crazy ass weekend.&lt;br /&gt;went camping then white water rafting.&lt;br /&gt;first things first is never again can it just be all cousins.&lt;br /&gt;cause we almost killed each other.it took us an hour to get to the state we were going and then we were lost for an hour going in circles. then when we finally got there&lt;br /&gt;it took us an hour and a half to put up a tent.&lt;br /&gt;then we couldn't sleep with all the bugs cracking, and i couldn't sleep once they told me there were bears and coyotes :[ trying to keep our fire on was a drag. ugh!!! we eventually did it.&lt;br /&gt;and this was only Saturday night. Sunday morning we woke up to like 50 degree weather, on hard tent floor. -_- to eat and then put down the tent to then find my cousin luis, size 13 water shoes, because his smart ass sister lucy bought  him a pair but then brought them inside the house and forgot them. then to find the white water rafting place was extreme. and after 5 hours of rafting. i couldn't lift my arm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the night, was that i finally got to talk to my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;and we cleared some things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would do it again, except with more ppl next time. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-6736672610102235736?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/6736672610102235736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=6736672610102235736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/6736672610102235736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/6736672610102235736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-ghost.html' title='i&apos;ve been ghost'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-379121947974597401</id><published>2008-08-15T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:57:53.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joe Jonas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2v2eez6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Joseph Adam Jonas,&lt;br /&gt;happy 19th birhtday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;future bf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to my good friend EFREN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-379121947974597401?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/379121947974597401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=379121947974597401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/379121947974597401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/379121947974597401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-joe-jonas.html' title='Happy Birthday Joe Jonas.'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2v2eez6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-1774863253873328709</id><published>2008-08-15T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:00:30.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>yes, i got a response from my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;finally!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-goodmorning soldier. hows the best bf in the world doing today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;-i'm ok i guess.....soldier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-just trying to be silly sorry :( but lately it's liking i've been texting a ghost. if your upset so am i. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-can i have the honor in recieving a call today? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;-lol......yea...ill call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;-oh lol? does that mean a smile? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;- i am still your girl?main squeeze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;-:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-1774863253873328709?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/1774863253873328709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=1774863253873328709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/1774863253873328709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/1774863253873328709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-6245740080433263026</id><published>2008-08-14T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:21:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we work our butts off, so everything can be as close to perfect as possible&lt;br /&gt;and these assholes are out there not giving a FUCK. when that doesn't include my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;but ughh, you basically got to know how to choose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now,&lt;br /&gt;he's a marine. and it's a hard job.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i say job. cause other boyfriends that live in your town or live in the town to the right and left you can see everyday, and talk to everyday. but my boyfriend i haven't spoken to all week.&lt;br /&gt;i got a text yesterday, and a text monday. but that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i basically gotta, trust him, and be supportive&lt;br /&gt;oh and one thing i'm not, PATIENT :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets see where this takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically just hold the person you love most close, and not just simply the one you have sex with, but the one you care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-6245740080433263026?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/6245740080433263026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=6245740080433263026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/6245740080433263026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/6245740080433263026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-girlfriend.html' title='Being a Girlfriend'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-110666835361615688</id><published>2008-08-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:04:04.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unanswered questions.</title><content type='html'>it's something that bothers me alot.&lt;br /&gt;we all soo many questions that cant be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example when will the world come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not living when it happens, meaning i would've died long before it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;and had a happy life. like sometimes i wonder if i'll experience a peaceful death. NOT that i want to die now, i WANT to live very very very old and wrinkly like in the 100s lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other questions, girls especially think about is&lt;br /&gt;who will i marry? will i ever even marry? where will i meet him? do i know him already?&lt;br /&gt;is it who i'm dating now? or my ex? how old will i be?&lt;br /&gt;i've asked those questions before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one question i would really want answered is,&lt;br /&gt;will i be happy? i'm happy now, but will i continue to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;will i be successful? i can try to be, but no1s perfect. i wont give up, but will i end up being what i want to be. not rich. but make enough money to support myself, and if i have a family them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these questions haunt my mind.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, but i guess it's something to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-110666835361615688?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/110666835361615688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=110666835361615688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/110666835361615688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/110666835361615688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/unanswered-questions.html' title='unanswered questions.'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-4785550734152330458</id><published>2008-08-12T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:20:50.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madden 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2h7gglv.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Men everywhere are already talking about: Madden NFL 09.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy it for the Wii, you can use your Wii remote and nunchakus to do one heck of a victory dance after a touchdown or sack. Wii makes everything that much more awesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing wrong with the game,&lt;br /&gt;and it's the cover. Brett Favre is wearing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;Bay Packers uniform. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's because when they started making this game, they were putting him on the cover, kind of like a remembrance for him, cause he had retired. but this year he came back from retirement and was traded to the NY jets, lol mind you its madden 09, so it should have been fixed lol. but they says " By the time the dust had settled, "Madden"  the mega-selling football video-game franchise's latest installment was too far into production to switch Favre's wardrobe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess next time the cover should be the last thing they should do&lt;/span&gt;. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry boys, "You'll be able to download rosters that feature Favre as Jets quarterback, and Gang Green diehards will be able to download a fresh "Madden" cover that puts the superstar in a New York uniform."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read more here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.newsday.com/sports/am-maddengame0811,0,742566.story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-4785550734152330458?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/4785550734152330458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=4785550734152330458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/4785550734152330458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/4785550734152330458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/madden-09.html' title='Madden 09'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2h7gglv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-2309028666254482261</id><published>2008-08-11T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:13:29.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funny Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxGGyVklPHg&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxGGyVklPHg&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this video to be hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;lmfao. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-2309028666254482261?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/2309028666254482261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=2309028666254482261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/2309028666254482261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4825959170524593988/posts/default/2309028666254482261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-find-this-video-to-be-hilarious.html' title='Some Funny Shit'/><author><name>PrettyPisextraordinary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12278398070733191211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QPw6CE1qCGI/SKB3YSyMxQI/AAAAAAAAABI/0pvzbo7FyS0/s1600-R/Picture%2B317.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825959170524593988.post-1605276349560508560</id><published>2008-08-11T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:04:56.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20.Twenty.Veinte.vingt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. i'm starting with you first cause your the person who's really been interrupting  my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i knew this was going to happen but damn i hate to be right when it comes to you. Fuck man, when we went out ok at first everything was lovely and i did fuck up, but it seems like you must have fucked up too, and i dont know it. cause you treated me like shit towards the end, and we broke up and you didn't want a relationship with me, you were about to leave so you "want to do my own thing w. mad bitches" now your ass is almost leaving to iraq and even tho i got a new bf, and you a new gf. you call me almost everyday to talk. and yes i care for you. but not like before. shit i can only care soo much after sooo long. it's funny that i use to be the last person you called for any advice or support. now i'm the first. it's too late dude. friends is the best i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. you, i regret you so much, i'm denying i even know you to my grave. i dont know why i didn't listen. FUCK! i guess i was young, maybe things wouldn't even be how they are right now. damn it!!!! i should have listened. but i didn't. i believe you when you said "your secrets with me" ugh. i was fucking young. i HATE you.  &gt;:o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. damn yo how you grown physically but not mentally. right by my side, all my life but i hate one thing about you. i want you to stop. sit down and think. just pick one guy, and try to work on that. i dont know how you do it, cause if i have more then one dude trying to get my attention,&lt;br /&gt;oh boy! i just cant take it. i really want you to decide on one. i dont want you to be the subject of anyones conversation. i know you love your life, and you live it to the fullest. i trust you, it's them i dont trust. i dont know them. i love you sis. i think it's time to grow up. and start settling down on all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. you didn't just walk in to my life, but you did just become a part of my life. and how it happened was amazing, well the feeling in my gut was so weird. because that it happened so fast amazed everyone. but i think from the start we saw it coming. thinking that we were related is the funny part. i knew the whole time we weren't and you just had a messenger with wrong info. thank god for bringing you to my life. the feeling you give me is amazing, and your actions turn me on. your sexy as hell. and i dont know where life may take us. but i hope far. because i've given you all my trust. which is surprising to me. because i honestly dont trust anyone, since the last asshole. love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. we've lived the bogota life together. it's been great. i think we've only gotten into two big fights. the rest have been stupid. (if there even is any other) lol besides the fact that i love you. and i go to you for almost everything. theres one thing i've always wanted to tell you. that bothers me. that you have him as a bestfriend is great but the way you act around him is what i dont like you act different, almost like if your trying to impress him. idk. it's weird i cant explain.&lt;br /&gt;but its w.e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. fucking bitch, you stay sucking me for no reason. i dont know why you make yourself seem so important, when your not. i dont care about you. i dont talk about you. theres nothing i can really say that your appearance or way of living doesn't already say for me. please!!! no one wants your man. i have one of my own. and he looks 100x better. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. you've been there for most of my battles. we go back WAYYYY back. your probably never going to read this. but i still gotta put you on my twenty list, all i gotta say is kindergarten until still united. love you biotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  you also been in my life for a min, just never as close. until literally 5 days before number 4 you were the match maker. and now we're mega close. and you come to me for problems. and i'm the peacemaker. HELLO!!!! COORS LIGHT!!!! lmfao! love you bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. basically my father. since he wasn't around much. i dont know what my life would be without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. you were that goofy nosy mother effer.lol  then a very good friend then my crush now just friends. i dont know what happened. i wish we could be close like before, i really miss you. i would call you for literally EVERYTHING. i trusted you. i mean i still trust you. but your busy. or you just dont want to hear me. i'm sorry if it seemed like i was ever trying to rub things in your face. i guessed i realized to late. i had a good guy right in front of me. and i take it as you just gave up trying to help me be happy. i just hope one of these days, we can chill and just honestly&lt;br /&gt;not have the conversation on aim. but look at each other. and just talk and be straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;i dont regret ever kissing you. it was nice while it lasted. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i wish i could be more comfortable, and tell you more shit. that way i wouldn't have to go through so many friends. cause it would be easier. but i know you would flip. so i just walk around, symbolizing the person you think i am and the person you want me to be. i love you anyways. i guess when i get older i'll tell you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. met you the summer of 05. but it seems longer i had a boyfriend at the time,&lt;br /&gt;but i loved your personality, i remember you were going through girl problems and i acted like i knew everything and had your side, i was going to fight the girl that hurt you. i remember that one night at the carnival, you were walking around in crutches and then at the end of the night you still walked me to where i was staying at, even after they offered you a ride home. it was weird how we clicked so easily. aka hubby. but this christmas went by, and then you changed on me. you and number 10 were the only two i trusted with everything. and i lost the both of you, i guess cause i let feelings get in the way. :[ it was nice talking to you a few weeks ago, for the first time ever, you actually said you missed me. i miss you too amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. basically my older sister, you've been there blood, sweat, tears &amp;amp; hickeys. lol thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::i'm not reaching 20::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. oh yeah, it was fun while it lasted. but we weren't progressing so i ended it before i caught even stronger feelings. sorry, but skipping seaside to leave with you wasnt a bad choice. shhhhhhh lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i thank you for all your help, to move on and realize what i was putting myself through.&lt;br /&gt;even tho thats fucked up, you went behind your friend's back to let me know. but thanks, i owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. oh lord can't forget about you, your kinda of annoying, and i think thats why we dont talk anymore. i avoided you alot. its cause from being friends i kinda got a vibe that you were catching feelings or mayb had feelings for me. and i didn't want that. sorry dude you just started acting weird and it was creeping me out and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::mayb i'll reach 20::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i just met you but, im already saying thanks for being there. geez crazy biotch. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i didn't trust the last guy with her. so hopefully i can trust you with her.&lt;br /&gt;i swear if she gets hurt in anyway. it's on. &gt;:I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. this is about all you bitches in general,&lt;br /&gt;why do you bitches have to be such sluts, its disgusting and because of you whores.&lt;br /&gt;the few of us that aren't get called names, and fall under the category where we dont belong,&lt;br /&gt;holy shit your town is known for so much. its nasty, are you girls not embarrassed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i put my life in your hands. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s. nobody question me about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;if you think your on here. good for you but it doesn't mean your important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-1605276349560508560?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com/feeds/1605276349560508560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4825959170524593988&amp;postID=1605276349560508560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>17?&lt;br /&gt;thats how old i am.&lt;br /&gt;its also the age where bitches get wild.&lt;br /&gt;not me, cause while those girls are out there not giving a fuck about life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting at home, worried about my future.&lt;br /&gt;SATs, College applications, Last high school year.&lt;br /&gt;and besides that, i got an ex-bf about to leave to iraq coming to me for moral support.and a marine bf who has the patience to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, life aint easy. but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me for this really bad first blog.&lt;br /&gt;i still gotta get the hang of this site.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4825959170524593988-4199642282858421277?l=prettypisextraordinary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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