<?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-3916959</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:42:48.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow</title><subtitle type='html'>Some of the stuff i think of through out the day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-86267108</id><published>2002-12-19T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T06:42:02.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tommorow is gonna blow i ahve the hardest exam tommorow and i gotta work tonitght so i cant really study, teh exams is 12 pages long with over 300 vocaubulary ans shit, spanish sucks ass. but after tommrow is over its all hell a good, all pildo all saturday :D. its gonna rock ass, i love you so much. this break is gonna rock, no work, no school, all kim :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-86267108?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86267108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86267108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86267108' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-86247215</id><published>2002-12-18T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T19:48:35.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell yeah im sure about being with pildo forever, in canada or whereever we go jsut as long as im tehr with you its all good. i love you pildo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-86247215?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86247215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86247215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86247215' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-86202596</id><published>2002-12-17T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T22:28:19.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you, please dont leave me, im am so sad and pissed at myself right now, i hope that youll log on agin but i doubt you will, please dotn ahte me, please talk to me tommrow, i didnt mean for you to feel taht   way, oh man im so sorry its not funny, i hate myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-86202596?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86202596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86202596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86202596' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-86202424</id><published>2002-12-17T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T22:24:20.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ill be surprized if ill be alive tommrow, please if you dont already hate me so much that you never wanna talk to me again, let me explain, but ic ant see why youd ever wanna talk to a screw up liek me again. :'( and thats not a dent...........................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-86202424?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86202424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86202424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86202424' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-86138181</id><published>2002-12-16T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T18:34:04.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling not good to say the least. youre to good to be true, adn im jsut waiting for that to happen one day youll eb gone adn ill be alone. i love you dont leave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-86138181?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86138181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/86138181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86138181' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85975119</id><published>2002-12-13T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T21:14:23.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loaded a tree ona feesh today at work, cool stuff.well i guess your malling it up and you rgonna stay the night at nickys, so im gonna do homework,c asue thats what the cool kids do on fridays, hehe, i love you, ill talk to you tommmorow after work i guess, i hope so anyways. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85975119?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85975119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85975119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85975119' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85718794</id><published>2002-12-09T02:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T10:17:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 242 on monday morning, i jsut got home from jons. all we did was stop at shop n save picked up soem candy adn went to his house and video gamed it up. i bought this huge ass thing of rootbeer, i was liek i wish pildo was here so i could share it with her. im gonna sleep till 1045 then its report time, ill try to get it done when pildo isnt home, so when shes is home i can get pildoed, hehe sex me up sexy cause im gonna violate your bubble, lol. i love you, cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85718794?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85718794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85718794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85718794' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85664904</id><published>2002-12-07T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T21:59:05.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i waiting for supasexy pildo to come home, i dide my religion report, thats cool. i miss you hella im so bored and i wanna get pildoed up, its so great to get pildoed up, ohh yeah. im not gonna trim my nails jsut yet, im gonna let em get longer hehe. i was thinking, after we get married, we dotn ahve to go to canada, i wouldnt mind going anywhere jsut as long as you were there. i was think  how awsome it would eb to get pildoed every day, id wake up and see pildo, go to sleep see pildo, it would be the fuckign greatest. i love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85664904?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85664904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85664904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85664904' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85639400</id><published>2002-12-07T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T08:50:09.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aight i gotta go to work soo, then come home talk to sexy pildo, but i can tdo it for long cause ive gotta do my history report which sucks but i gotta get it done. lol i was think this mornign of sexula harassment panda, then i  thought of sexual arrousment pildo. i think of the weirdest things hehe. well ill talk to you after work sexy, i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85639400?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85639400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85639400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85639400' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85533552</id><published>2002-12-05T06:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T06:19:44.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a very very very very bad dream, i woke up and i was like wtf, then i was liek pildo would never do that, adn i was liek casue pildo rock ass. when i woke up and realized it was a dream it made me love you so much more, if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;my dad came home las night, :\&lt;br /&gt;ed sick today so my dad has to give me a ride to school, hey i can drive, rock ass.&lt;br /&gt;well ill be on when you get home today, 235 right?&lt;br /&gt;i love yo so fuckign much pildo, its not funny how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85533552?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85533552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85533552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85533552' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85372844</id><published>2002-12-02T06:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T06:10:45.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok im fucking panicing, i just realized i ahve 6 days were i dont ahve to work until nine until i ahve to research and write a 5 page paper, write 50 sentances and 50 definitions, read a 350 pg book, write  and editorial, 2 interviews, adn draw a cartoon. the part that sucks is that i will barely be able to talk to you for almost 2 weeks, ill find time i jsut  need to get moving, i start today when you go to sewing. i love you sexy, ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85372844?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85372844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85372844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85372844' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85284375</id><published>2002-11-30T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T00:19:08.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> magic fingers, magic lips, magic toungue, magic pildo. it seem every time i see you it gets better and better, im not gonna right much tonite casue i gotta get my sleep on then ge my work on they get my kill my computer on, i love you so much its liek wowwie, i dont know what im gonna do with this gum, i think im gonna chew it all tommorow, god im a sick bitch, i dunno wahts with moon exploding in the car,  anyway i love you, i hope i can talk to you tommorow, ill try hard. i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85284375?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85284375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85284375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85284375' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85242494</id><published>2002-11-29T00:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T00:17:59.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo wooo wooo, if you wrote that casue i was kicked off the comp, and i was signed off so fast, i remeber you sadi you wrote but i dotn remeber if that was before or after i was kicked off, i still feel liek shit wither way, i jsut got done yelligna t jon, he said all he said was copliments, ive got to belive the guy, i hope to god thats what it was. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa    i wish i could to talk to you to figure this out, im gonna puke need juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85242494?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85242494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85242494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85242494' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85242492</id><published>2002-11-29T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T00:17:58.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo wooo wooo, if you wrote that casue i was kicked off the comp, and i was signed off so fast, i remeber you sadi you wrote but i dotn remeber if that was before or after i was kicked off, i still feel liek shit wither way, i jsut got done yelligna t jon, he said all he said was copliments, ive got to belive the guy, i hope to god thats what it was. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa    i wish i could to talk to you to figure this out, im gonna puke need juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85242492?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85242492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85242492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85242492' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85242184</id><published>2002-11-29T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T00:08:31.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im dying here, i really am, your not gonna sign on tonite are you, gaaaaaaaa my stomach, if your not gonnabe on tonite i sure hop your gonna be on tommorow, if i even make it though the night, the worst thing is not that your pissed at me, it is i ahve no idea waht i did and i cant talk to you, im seriosly gonna puke all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85242184?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85242184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85242184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85242184' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85241821</id><published>2002-11-28T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:56:27.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feelign sicker than hell casue your mad a tme and i cant talk to you about it, its to late to call and your not on, im gonna puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85241821?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85241821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85241821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85241821' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85241504</id><published>2002-11-28T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:46:48.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well im siting here at my comp, at 1130, im liek i wonder what she wrote, i look and for some reason im an ass, im not sure ehy or what i did, i dont remeber what i could ahve done to piss you off, if your pissed that jon imed you, i ahd no part in that all of a sudden he was liek how did you and kim meet, adn i was liek why adn he was liek cause im talkign to ehr, i was liek WHAT!!!, i wish you were on so i could see wahts the matter and why im an ass, but your not on and i wish you were casue i wanna talk to you, i really really hope you sign on later, or that your on tommorrow im gonna wake up hella early so i can be here when you sign on. i dont want you to be pissed, espescially at me, and i dont wana be pissed at for an ungiven reason. im sorry for wahtever i or jon may have done and i may ahve to kick his ass monday. im sorry for wahtever happened, i lvoe you i dotn want you to be mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85241504?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85241504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85241504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85241504' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85231483</id><published>2002-11-28T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T18:42:46.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well im going over to jons, becuae your not on. i left my aunts early casue it was gay. i was liek fuck chocolate pie i want pildo, lets go greg. i imed you this morning but you didnt respond back, as a matter of fact every single person i have imed today hasnt typed back i wonder if my aims fucked, i hope your on later when i get home, if not ill tyy tommorow sexy. i love you cya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85231483?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85231483' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85218450</id><published>2002-11-28T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T12:05:21.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya thanksgiving sucks ass.  i wish was thankpildo day instead, all day i could ahng out with pildo and thank her for making me so happy. i love you pildo so fuggin much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85218450?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85218450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85218450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85218450' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-85073441</id><published>2002-11-25T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T15:34:43.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my room has been taken over, i ahve no privacy, i got to work now, life sucks, but i ahve you so it makes every thign all good. dont worry cause im stayin till teh kool aid baby. &lt;3333, i love you pildo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-85073441?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85073441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/85073441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85073441' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84998800</id><published>2002-11-24T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T01:03:17.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are so cute when your tickled, i could tickle your cute ass for hours. im very tired now so im not gonna write much ill write more tommorow, and omg when you licked me VVVVVVVVvvvvvVVVVVVV, wowwwwie, i love you pildo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84998800?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84998800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84998800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#84998800' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84853023</id><published>2002-11-20T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T22:40:15.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know you have to go to bed soon, so id jsut liek to write this, i love you, im not going to leave you, you are ultra cute, and saturday is gonna rock assssssssssssss, good nite and sweet dreams pildo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84853023?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84853023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84853023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84853023' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84681946</id><published>2002-11-17T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T18:58:10.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry about the thign last night but i had other thinks on my mind, i jsut couldnt stop thinka bout him for some reason, oh and hehe if it was up to me we would never stop kissing pildo, i always wanna kiss pildo, i love you, im sorry i was all weird last night, im still wearing the bling blinb ring. pildo rocks me and im never gonna let her be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84681946?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84681946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84681946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84681946' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84650124</id><published>2002-11-17T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:10:23.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could spit out words. im sorry for walkign out during thursday i reallt just couldnt listen to that song. oops we didnt watch road trip ;) oh well. i cant really type right now, ill add mor stuff tommorow, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84650124?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84650124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84650124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84650124' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84553515</id><published>2002-11-14T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T19:34:57.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe jsut finished my homework. gonna kills soem japs or americans soon, asked shlitt to burn What do you know Deutcheland? for me, im saving my aj for saturday so i can be as non chicken as pissible. i drank soem befoer i wrote this and now i wanna rub your bum, hehe im gonna in the car saturday. ;). gotta test tommorow i feel all unprepared but i aint gonna study, holy shit its thursday, i was thinking it was wednesday, shit i told a bunvh of peropel it was wednesday today lol, hehe ill tty wwhen you sign on sexy. i love my pildo.&lt;br /&gt;listening to ohgr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84553515?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84553515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84553515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84553515' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84454621</id><published>2002-11-12T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T22:20:59.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i decided im jsut gonna go in and do it. haha i need to get pervy first but how. anyway watch  out casue the next tiem i see you unless your moms righ there im just gona walk right up to you put my arm around you grab your ass and just kiss you, ha im gonna do it. its gonna be liek hey baby POW. cant chicken out on this though but how can i i, look at you sexy cute pildo ass, VVVVVVVVVVVVV. i love you kim, i love you pillow, i love you baby, i love you kimmy, i love you pildo, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84454621?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84454621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84454621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84454621' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84323294</id><published>2002-11-10T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T15:07:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could express my emotions into words, i just have this feeling of incompleteness when im apart from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84323294?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84323294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84323294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84323294' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84318215</id><published>2002-11-10T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T10:08:08.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was probibly the greatest night i have ever had. i coulda just layed there on  your futon with you forever. you are so comfortable, oh i love you. i wish i would ahve said it more, but i was laying there and i just didnt think any words would come out. i wish i was there at your house right now,  i love you pillow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84318215?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84318215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84318215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84318215' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84199844</id><published>2002-11-07T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T19:13:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive decided i was over the phone love thing, so i said it, it felt good, i was relieved, when you said i love you too it sounded so cute i was like why aren't i in your bubble now? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>../\..//..//\\.===.||..||...//\\...../\..//&lt;br /&gt;.//\\//.//=\\..||...||=||..//=\\..//\\//                           &lt;br /&gt;//..\/..//.....\\||...||..||.//.....\\//..\/                  ok i doesnt work with this thing but you know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made that casue ima loser, i love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84153943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84153943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84153943' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84143761</id><published>2002-11-06T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T18:37:55.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder if you can die from having too many vitamins, i had 1120% of my daily dose of vitamin c today, im planning on doing the same tommorow, and the next day, maybe even saturday, but i have other things to do saturday ;-). School was aight me and joe were talking liek Scots all day. Representing the Scots and the Irish even though my Irish accent is crap, im more Scotish anyway. I wonder what you are. Smith, probably English. I wonder when the highland games are coming on, likie the only sportingeven i'd liek to see. "no way. i no have peter" always good news. Listening to Fatomas Melvins Big Band.  I've decided that "Missing Time" by MDFMK is my favorite song ever, at the moment. UUUGGGGGG need to get my drivers license, need to go to concert with sexy kimmy on the 20th, if i dont get my license cause my mommy says no, whatamI gonna do, BK rocks, Kim rocks more, my mom would rock if she'd let me get it. Im gonna violate Kims bubble saturday. HEHEHE I love you Kimmy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84143761?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84143761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84143761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84143761' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84088835</id><published>2002-11-05T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T19:01:17.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am an asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84088835?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84088835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84088835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84088835' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84083651</id><published>2002-11-05T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T17:06:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning at 5:22. Almost dead sat at my computer and hear a ding. Touched my mouse to get rid of the screensaver and saw that she IMed me. What a wonderfull way to start off my day. We talked to i had to leave her sexy ass to get wet and soapy. Still no fucking shit to make my lunch with so i said fuck it ill buy. Well pretty crappy day at school. Test first period, got a 58 on a test i though i rocked second period. Forgot my homework third period. Pop quiz fourth period. Lunch was aight i ate a salad i was tired of greasy cafeteria food. Big ass test fifth period. A debate sixth period, ok that was fun. I love the cold. I love the Rain. But the two dont mix. Thats today cold and rainy. Came home and she was on. Oh man VVvVvvVvVV. She is so ultra. I love her. She had to get off to go to the store so i decided i'd write. Im listening to VNV Nation, Slick Idiot, and Skold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84083651?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84083651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84083651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84083651' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84037695</id><published>2002-11-04T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T20:55:19.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stripped down into my birthday suit just becasue she told me too, you don't even know what she can do to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3916959-84037695?l=pillow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84037695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3916959/posts/default/84037695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillow.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84037695' title=''/><author><name>nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13982427314634624996</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3916959.post-84029046</id><published>2002-11-04T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T17:58:52.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning at 5:22 as usually, grabbed my clothes showed and grabbed some juice and went back to my room. I checked aim to see if anyone was on noone was. My feet got cold so i grabbed some socks out of my drawer that i havent worn in a while. I noticed a blood stain on a sock which made me think what did i do last time i wore them. I put on some vnv nation and drank some juice and hoped someone would come one , no one did. I was listening to this song beloved, which i really love but recently i really really love it. But it always skips at the last minute of it right when the good part starts. School stared out ok besides almost being malled my a sleepy bear. Day went slow especiallly after lunch. I wanted to draw during religion but i had no paper so i doodles the letters K,I,and M on my wrist while someone cussed out my religion teacher. I didn't even look up the kid was a dick. Right before the period ended my teacher came right up to me and lifted his hand for a high five, i gladly gave it too him. Day went slower and slower, i didn't really mind i just kinda stared ff and though of my pillow. Came home, she was online, i almost instantly awoke from my zombie like state. But i had to leave her to dig up banana trees on my yard. When i was looking for a spade i saw a busted mortocycle my dad keeps in the garage i sat on it and thought how cool it would be to drive one. 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