<?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-23482454</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:23:19.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588344218894988372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482454.post-114186340633065120</id><published>2006-03-08T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:16:46.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So long</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what's happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I just got into a big fight. It ended with her sitting on my stomach and cracking my back. I can't live like this anymore. I can't... I won't. She's not going to know what happend when she wakes up tomorrow and I'm not here. I've been planning this for the longest time. I'm out of here. I'll walk with no direction untill I end up in Chicago. My only real home. I can't fucking wait. It will take me days and nights but I'll get there if I have to hitch-hike. I'll walk with my head down, counting the rocks on the ground as I pass, hood up. Bring it on, I'm ready for the worst. A twelve year old girl facing the wind with two dollars in her pocket. Hit me. Don't hold back. I'm daring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING!&lt;br /&gt;Name: Natasha Nicole Small&lt;br /&gt;Age: 12&lt;br /&gt;Last seen wearing: PJ pants, Panic! At The Disco shirt&lt;br /&gt;Please call: 1-660-I-Don't-Really-Want-Her-Back-I-Just-Want-To-Seem-Like-A-Good-Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out Chicago, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23482454-114186340633065120?l=ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/feeds/114186340633065120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482454&amp;postID=114186340633065120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default/114186340633065120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default/114186340633065120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-long.html' title='So long'/><author><name>Tash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588344218894988372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482454.post-114179851191778272</id><published>2006-03-07T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:15:16.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete Wentzface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rant it (once again)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we all know, somebody leaked out n00ds of Peter Wentz. Shut up, who cares. It's none of your business. Next person I see post them anywhere (LJ, Forums, Myspace, anywhere), they will not see the end of it (it being strings of curse words and "you goddamn idiot"s) from me. Who are you to judge if he is a (to steal a line from one of you) "sick pervert" or not? Maybe his sidekick got hacked and the pictures leaked out. Maybe he gave them to somebody. Who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give him his space. The poor kid has gone through so much shit in the last week that nobody should go through in a life time. And 1/4 of the problem is you guys. Bugging him and picking sides. Just shut the fuck up. Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[UnRant it (x2)]&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/23482454-114179851191778272?l=ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/feeds/114179851191778272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482454&amp;postID=114179851191778272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default/114179851191778272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default/114179851191778272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/2006/03/pete-wentzface.html' title='Pete Wentzface'/><author><name>Tash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588344218894988372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23482454.post-114161200863351507</id><published>2006-03-05T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:26:48.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Rant it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teams, oh gosh, don't get me started. First of all, How childish could people possibly get (Even though, I'm on Team Wentzville -rep it-, stfu). Somehow it all originates at LJ. LJ this, LJ that, Hey Chris said this, Pete said that. Come on kids, please, it's their business, not ours. None of us know the whole story, not one person. You can't pick sides based on what Chris posted on FOBLOVE and in his LJ. You haven't heard Pete's side of the story. Even if you had, how would you know that it was true? You wouldn't, don't even try and say you would. Don't even think it. Don't hate Pete for something he did, it may not be true, and if it was, it's none of your damn business. Please stay out of it. Don't hate Chris for posting that "Open letter", he shouldn't have but, hey, it's his journal, he can post what he wants to. And most of all DO NOT hate Kate, she got dragged into the middle of something behind her back and all of a sudden she gets called all sorts of insults. DO NOT HARASS ANY OF THEM (Kate, Chris, or Pete). Chris and Pete are both have huge egos and both of them are assholes but, both of them have a huge heart and they know how to use it to it's full ability. Please do not pick sides. Do not harass them. Keep your nose out of their business. Get out from in front of your computer screen. Go outside. Get some fresh air. Get. A. Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kthxbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Unrant it]&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/23482454-114161200863351507?l=ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/feeds/114161200863351507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23482454&amp;postID=114161200863351507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default/114161200863351507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23482454/posts/default/114161200863351507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ididntsavelatinsowhat.blogspot.com/2006/03/teams.html' title='Teams'/><author><name>Tash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16588344218894988372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
