<?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-3717593</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:41:34.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breana N. Oldt-Jones</title><subtitle type='html'>An occasional rant accompanied by lots and lots of the lyrics to my favorite songs. Hope you enjoy. If you have any suggestions go to my home web site http:/www.angelfire.com/nj3/bj3247 and leave the suggested song title and artist if you know them in the guestbook. If you don;t know the title or artist but know some of the lyrics leave them and I'll find it out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-3675348092212427183</id><published>2009-03-25T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:24:46.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you 94.9 for an awesome song on my way to work this morning!I don't know what I've doneOr if I like what I've begunBut something told me to runAnd honey you know me it's all or noneThere were sounds in my headLittle voices whisperingThat I should go and this should endOh and I found myself listening'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without youAll I know is that I shouldAnd I don't know if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/3675348092212427183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/3675348092212427183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2009_03_22_archive.html#3675348092212427183' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-1364482370359503502</id><published>2009-01-22T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:07:38.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Gotta Be Somebody"This time, I wonder what it feels like To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of But dreams just aren't enough So I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feeling The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene Straight off the silver screen So I'll be holding my breath, right up 'til the end Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/1364482370359503502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/1364482370359503502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2009_01_18_archive.html#1364482370359503502' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-7920420532136312268</id><published>2009-01-22T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:02:46.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If Today Was Your Last Day"My best friend gave me the best adviceHe said each day's a gift and not a given rightLeave no stone unturned, leave your fears behindAnd try to take the path less traveled byThat first step you take is the longest strideIf today was your last dayAnd tomorrow was too lateCould you say goodbye to yesterday?Would you live each moment like your last?Leave old pictures in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/7920420532136312268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/7920420532136312268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2009_01_18_archive.html#7920420532136312268' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-5150620604527447569</id><published>2007-06-28T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T13:23:13.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will again start adding lyrics that inspire, energize, or motivate me.  Keep checking back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/5150620604527447569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/5150620604527447569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2007_06_24_archive.html#5150620604527447569' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-112406568037268085</id><published>2005-08-14T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:28:00.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There I go thinking of you again[Chorus]You don't know how sick you make meYou make me so sick to my stomacheEverytime I think of you I pukeYou must just not not knoooooowwwYou may not think you doBut you doeverytime I think of you I pukeI was gonna take a little time to write you a little poemBut off of the dome would probably be a little moreMore suitable for this type of song woahI got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/112406568037268085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/112406568037268085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112406568037268085' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-112406503936170104</id><published>2005-08-14T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:17:19.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where I come from isn't all that greatMy automobile is a piece of crapMy fashion sense is a little whackAnd my friends are just as screwy as meI didn't go to boarding schoolsPreppie girls never looked at meWhy should they?I ain't nobodyGot nothing in my pocketrefrain:Beverly HillsThat's where I want to beLivin' in Beverly HillsBeverly HillsRolling like a celebrityLivin' in Beverly HillsLook at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/112406503936170104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/112406503936170104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112406503936170104' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-109227292038105637</id><published>2004-08-11T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:08:40.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Away beyond the blue Away beyond the blue One star belongs to you One star belongs to you And every breath I take And every breath I takeI'm closer to that place I'm closer to that place Yeah, baby I'm gonna meet you there On the outskirts of the skyYeah, baby I'm gonna meet you there And we will flyAway beyond the blue Away beyond the blueOne star belongs to youThis life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/109227292038105637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/109227292038105637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109227292038105637' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-108804070542898501</id><published>2004-06-23T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:31:45.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midnight gettin' uptight Where are youYou said you'd meet me now it's quarter to twoI know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' youHey Jack It's a fact they're talkin' in townI turn my back and you're messin' aroundI'm not really jealous don't like lookin' like a clownI think of you ev'ry night and dayYou took my heart then you took my pride awayChorus:I hate myself for loving youCan't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108804070542898501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108804070542898501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108804070542898501' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-108803957191341443</id><published>2004-06-23T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:12:51.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a rainy night when he came into sightStanding by the road, no umbrella, no coatSo I pulled up along side and I offered him a rideHe accepted with a smile so we drove for a whileI didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rainFate tell me it's right, is this love at first sightAll I wanna do is make love to youSay you will, You want me tooAll I wanna do is make love to you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108803957191341443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108803957191341443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108803957191341443' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-108803912313410802</id><published>2004-06-23T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:08:31.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can I just let you walk away, Just let you leave without a traceWhen I stand here taking Every breath with you, oohYou're the only one Who really knew me at allHow can you just walk away from me, When all I can do is Watch you leaveCos we've shared the laughter and the pain, And even shared the tearsYou're the only one Who really knew me at allChorus:So take a look at me now,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108803912313410802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108803912313410802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108803912313410802' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-108803899687273344</id><published>2004-06-23T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:08:14.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I keep on fallin’In and out of love With youSometimes I love yaSometimes you make me blueSometimes I feel goodAt times I feel usedLovin you darlin’Makes me so confusedChorus:I keep on Fallin’In and out of love with youI never loved someoneThe way that I love youOh, oh, I never felt this wayHow do you give me so much pleasureAnd cause me so much painJust when I thinkI've taken</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108803899687273344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108803899687273344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108803899687273344' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-108735303020013650</id><published>2004-06-15T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:07:53.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can dance-every dance with the guy Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tightYou can smile-every smile for the manWho held your hand neath the candle lightBut don't forget who's takin' you homeAnd in whose arms you're gonna beSo darlin' save the last dance for meOh I know that the musics fineLike sparklin' wine,go and have your funLaugh and sing,but while we're apartDon't give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108735303020013650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108735303020013650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108735303020013650' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-108735180036221912</id><published>2004-06-15T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T21:07:36.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like your pants around your feetAnd I like the dirt that's on your kneesAnd I like the way you say pleaseWhile you're looking up at meYou're like my favorite damn diseaseAnd I love the places that we goAnd I love the people that you knowAnd I love the way you can't say "No"Too many long lines in a rowI love the powder on your noseChorus:And now I know who you areIt wasn't that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108735180036221912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/108735180036221912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108735180036221912' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-107885287394864753</id><published>2004-03-09T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:25:21.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sit with me nowWill watch the duskSun falling onThe two of usLet's set our heartsTo match the sunWere right on timeHere it comes The countdown is starting nowIt's coming to a sweet endI aim my messy headstrongI'm coming fast and furiousCuriosity don'tKill us before we'veThrownOurArmsOutChrous:Let's set our hearts to match the sunWhen it goes downFor keeping sake, a sign for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/107885287394864753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/107885287394864753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107885287394864753' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-105890416901713097</id><published>2003-07-22T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:25:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two days past eighteen He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gave him a smile So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go So they went down and they sat on the pier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/105890416901713097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/105890416901713097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105890416901713097' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-105890405943536911</id><published>2003-07-22T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:26:03.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dragon tales and the Water is Wide Pirates sail and lost boys fly Fish bite moonbeams every night And I love you CHORUS:Godspeed little man Sweet Dreams little man Oh, my love will fly to you each night on angel's wings Godspeed (Sweet Dreams) The rocket racer's all tuckered out Superman's in pajamas on the couch Goodnight moon we'll find the mouse And I love you CHORUS God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/105890405943536911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/105890405943536911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105890405943536911' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-105889877029776327</id><published>2003-07-22T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:25:03.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wished I was smarter I wished I was stronger I wished I loved Jesus The way my wife does I wish it had been easier Instead of any longer I wished I could have stood where you would have been proud But that won't happen now That won't happen now CHORUS:There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard Disappearing everyday without so much as a word, somehow Think I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/105889877029776327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/105889877029776327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105889877029776327' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-91454193</id><published>2003-03-26T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:21:17.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how can you see into my eyes like open doorsleading you down into my core where i have become so numb without a soul and my spirit sleeping somwhere colduntil you find it there and lead it backhome wake me up inside(cant wake up)wake me up inside(cant wake up )call my name and save me from the darkbid my blood to run before i come undonesave me from the nothing i have becomenow that i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/91454193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/91454193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91454193' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-90151251</id><published>2003-03-04T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T21:59:03.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every finger in the room is pointing at meI wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bringI got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouthFigures that my courage would choose to sell out nowChorus:I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streetsLooking for a savior beneath these dirty sheetsI've been raising up my hands, drive another nail inJust </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/90151251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/90151251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90151251' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89815203</id><published>2003-02-26T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T22:46:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Be--Edwin McCainThe strands in your eyes, that color them wonderfulStop me and steal my breathEmeralds from mountains thrust towards the skyNever revealing their depthsTell me that we belong togetherDress it up with the trappings of loveI'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lipsInstead of the gallows of heartache that hang from aboveChorus:I'll be your crying shoulderI'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89815203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89815203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89815203' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89582979</id><published>2003-02-22T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T23:53:18.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got this form my b/f's AC page. Its titled-Your Body is a Wonderland-by John Mayerwe've got the afternoon, you've got this room for twoone thing I've left to do, discover me discovering youone mile to every inch of your skin like porcelainone pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tonguecause if you want love, we'll make itswim in a deep sea of blanketstake all your big plans and break '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89582979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89582979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89582979' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89476312</id><published>2003-02-20T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T23:17:29.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell Her About It- Billy Joel --An Innocent Man Released: 1983 Listen boy Don't want to see you let a good thing Slip awayYou know I don't like watching Anybody make the same mistakes I made She's a real nice girl And she's always there for youBut a nice girl wouldn't tell you what you should do Listen boy I'm sure that you think you got it all Under control You don't want somebody telling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89476312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89476312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89476312' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89475050</id><published>2003-02-20T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:58:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm With YouI'm standing on the bridge I'm waiting in the darkI thought that you'd be here by nowThere's nothing but the rainNo footsteps on the groundI'm listening but there's no soundIsn't anyone trying to find meWon't somebody come and take me homeChorusIt's that damn cold nightI'm trying to figure out this lifeWon't you take me by the handTake me somewhere newI don't know who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89475050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89475050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89475050' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89436179</id><published>2003-02-20T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:58:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the movie Cruel Intentions--Colorblind - by Counting crowsI am color...blind Coffee black and egg white Pull me out from inside I am ready, I am ready, I am ready I am taffy stuck, tongue tied Stuttered shook and uptight Pull me out from inside I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I am...fine I am covered in skin No one gets to come in Pull me out from inside I am folded, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89436179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89436179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89436179' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89410855</id><published>2003-02-19T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:59:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG!!!! You don't even know what I had to go thru to get these lyrics!!  I hope you enjoy them. They are from the movie Practical Magic in the scene where Nicole Kidman's character is driving to go to her sister who has just lost her husband and is in a deep depression and needing her sister badly. It is written and sung by Joni Mitchell. It is called A case of you!Just before our love got lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89410855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89410855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89410855' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89194412</id><published>2003-02-16T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:59:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superman (It's Not Easy)- Five For FightingI can’t stand to flyI’m not that naiveI’m just out to findThe better part of me I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a planeMore than some pretty face beside a trainIt’s not easy to be me Wish that I could cryFall upon my kneesFind a way to lieAbout a home I’ll never see It may sound absurd…but don’t be naiveEven Heroes have the right to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89194412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89194412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89194412' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89122121</id><published>2003-02-14T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:58:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Against All Odds- Phil CollinsHow can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a traceWhen I stand here taking every breath with you, oohYou're the only one who really knew me at allHow can you just walk away from me,when all I can do is watch you leaveCos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tearsYou're the only one who really knew me at allChorus:So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89122121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89122121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89122121' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-89076081</id><published>2003-02-14T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T20:27:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GARTH BROOKS-"Somewhere Other Than The Night"-god i love him!!!He could see the storm clouds rollin' across the hill He barely beat the rain in from the field And between the backdoor slammin' she heard him say "Damn this rain and damn this wasted day" But she'd been waitin' for this day for oh so long She was standin' in the kitchen with nothin' but her apron on And in disbelief he stood</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89076081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/89076081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89076081' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-88890264</id><published>2003-02-10T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T22:50:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I had to enlist the help of my boyfriend to find this one....god it feels weird using the word boyfriend but it is so worth it, or should I say he. (I don't care what THEY call u, I get to call u mine!) I can not wait till tomorrow night-r u sure u r ready for it? Ok, so I LOVE this song, I love it so much I am going to marry it. At least a song won't cheat on you, lie to you, belittle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/88890264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/88890264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88890264' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-86155613</id><published>2002-12-17T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T02:30:29.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, all right. Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox, somebody's cold one is givin' me chills, Guess I'll just close my eyesoh yeah, all right, feels good, inside.Flip on the tele' Wrestle with Jimmy, Something is bubbling Behind my back, The bottle is ready to blowSay it ain't so, Your drug is a heartbreaker, Say it ain't so, My love is a lifetakerI can't confront you I never could, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/86155613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/86155613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86155613' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-85998145</id><published>2002-12-14T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T13:34:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided to put the lyrics in here rather than take up lots of room on the web page. This song has been haunting me so I'm just going to copy the words--hope you like! There were nights when the wind was so cold That my body froze in bed If I just listened to it Right outside the window There were days when the sun was so cruel That all the tears turned to dust And I just knew my eyes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/85998145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/85998145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85998145' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-85979428</id><published>2002-12-14T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T00:18:53.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, wow.  So obviously that every day thing was a joke.  I am the mother of three kids and a full time student.  Where did I think the time was going to come form.  Apparently I pissed off the time fairy and she will not give me a 32 hour day, so now I am stuck doing everything that needs to be done in only 24 hours.  How rude!I am feeling purple today.Christmas is coming and I am actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/85979428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/85979428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85979428' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-83703562</id><published>2002-10-29T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T00:55:16.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god, I am so horrible.  So absolutely horrible.  I started this damn journal and now I am not even keeping up with it. I am making a command decision and I will promise myself to write in this at least once a day.  This should be interesting!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/83703562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/83703562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83703562' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-80774895</id><published>2002-08-27T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T09:36:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I start school.  God it feels wierd to say that.  I was excited, but now I am nervous.  We'll see.  The car I was going to get is out of the picture, bad tranny.  What is it with me and cars?  I'll write more later.Kisses *~*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/80774895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/80774895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80774895' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-80545024</id><published>2002-08-21T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T09:35:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, am I tired.  Didn't know filing and putting stickers in books could hurt your hands so much.  I go to SSI &amp; disability tomorrow.  Hopefully everything will go well and then I can go to the rental powers that be and get that mess fixed!!  I need to move!!My dog is an idiot!!  When I squirt the hose, he jumps up and bites the water mid-stream!!  Moroon!!Tom is such an ass.  How could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/80545024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/80545024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80545024' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717593.post-80504365</id><published>2002-08-20T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T23:02:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts, ruminations, opinions, sentiments, notions, conclusions, reactions, conjectures, theories, brainwork, cerebrations, cogitations, reflections, meditations, contemplations, ponderings, analyzations.  I am a college student now and I am proud to say that I know how to use a Thesaurus!!!  I start work study tomorrow.  8 days till school!!  I am so looking forward to this.  I have busted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/80504365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717593/posts/default/80504365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bj3247.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80504365' title=''/><author><name>Breana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16828174622447495542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9DAlJ_iWttw/SrZpfz_Y80I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGyxc-MskdU/S220/images.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
