<?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-3602574</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:33:58.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My BLOG (Blog is a kick-azz word!)</title><subtitle type='html'>Sort of like an online journal/free-write.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblog1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602574/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblog1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16393178248300681747</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3602574.post-78301756</id><published>2002-06-28T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:51:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;   God, I love Paul so much.  (For those of you who don't know, I met Paul on this internet in a random chatroom about seven months ago.  He lives in Boston and I live in PA... 6 hours away!! AAHHHH!!) Anyway... lol... as I was saying.  I love Paul so much.  I could easily spend my life with him.  ::sigh:: I spend pretty much all day thinking about him.  I wanna be able to hold him and kiss him, you know.  Ok, well... gotta go now.  &lt;3-Lizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3602574-78301756?l=myblog1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602574/posts/default/78301756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3602574/posts/default/78301756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblog1.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78301756' title=''/><author><name>Lizz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16393178248300681747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
