<?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-3837817</id><updated>2011-08-27T05:16:10.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty on the inside?</title><subtitle type='html'>You can yell and swear but who cares?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244070385112612153</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-3837817.post-82592428</id><published>2002-10-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T06:44:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can´t stand stupid guys anymore Ok I used to have a dump boyfriend but we broke up last month but he still thinking that we gonna date again COME ON ! Wake up! Yesterday I went to a rock show with some friends and  he was there with he stupid friends. He started to drink and of course as usual he got drunk and when he understood that I wouldn´t change my mind he started to yell and swear...Dude I really wanted to laugh but of course I didn´t. It wasn´t the first time that it happened and that´s one of the reasons I don´t want to date him anymore...drunk, addicted, no future... Do you really think that I need it? I don´t think so. So I had to listen him for 2 hours ( I can´t believe that I did it ) all his fuckin complaints...Gosh What can I do? I don´t love you I think I never did , How can anyone love you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; soundtrack:  Nirvana - From the muddy banks of the Wishkah - Aneurysm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3837817-82592428?l=sassygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837817/posts/default/82592428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3837817/posts/default/82592428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassygirl.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82592428' title=''/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244070385112612153</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>
