<?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-3145724</id><updated>2011-08-29T09:16:04.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if.you.call,i.will.answer</title><subtitle type='html'>.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145724.post-112365459630284190</id><published>2005-08-09T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:16:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are  you alive?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/112365459630284190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/112365459630284190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112365459630284190' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-110001044872941633</id><published>2004-11-09T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T06:27:28.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that one stung in the chest.i'm going to so call you,m watch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/110001044872941633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/110001044872941633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110001044872941633' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-109832948643152879</id><published>2004-10-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T20:31:26.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for keeping in touch.*bitter sarcasm*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/109832948643152879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/109832948643152879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109832948643152879' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-109073215992376911</id><published>2004-07-24T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:09:19.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.... and when i try t0 walk away you hurt yourself to make me staythis is crazy, this is crazy... i 've been MIA too... i cant randomly note all the things that i've left out, cuz i cant even think of them irght now. miss you so, im back online. DilemmaNo67@aol.com209 854 1383  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/109073215992376911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/109073215992376911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109073215992376911' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-108535630133091648</id><published>2004-05-23T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:51:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it could all be so simplebut youd rather make it hardloving you is like a battleand we both end up with scarstell me who i have to be...see no one lo ve s you more than me andno one ev er willl...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/108535630133091648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/108535630133091648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108535630133091648' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-108252090280786169</id><published>2004-04-20T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:18:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey jacs. it's rams, i know this is a two person blogger, and there is a slim to none chance of it being anyone else. i guess i just had to announce myself cos i've been mia for a while. in the last month i had surgery, fought with my mom to postpone my wedding, broke up with manuel. got back together. went back to nursing. had major breakdowns. visted with katie and gabe cos they we're down for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/108252090280786169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/108252090280786169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108252090280786169' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-107846682909562553</id><published>2004-03-04T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:09:19.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello, i love you, won't you tell me your name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107846682909562553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107846682909562553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107846682909562553' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-107776839466280700</id><published>2004-02-25T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:08:37.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey you. did you tell karen i was down? why does she have to ruin everything good in life? I swear, I'm not even allowed to talk to you. I miss you rams, I feel like me even blogging in our blog is like, illegal. Like your sitting somewhere right now  with everyone else in pittsburg wearing an "anti-Jaci" tee shirt picketting in front of my mom's house or something.. i don't understand these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107776839466280700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107776839466280700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107776839466280700' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-107532642563924971</id><published>2004-01-28T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T13:48:39.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't speak for the world baby, but if you call me i'll answer. no really. 594-0722.love u.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107532642563924971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107532642563924971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107532642563924971' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-107474424486146638</id><published>2004-01-21T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:05:32.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm always callin, and it never feels like anyone answers.not you, but the world in general.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107474424486146638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107474424486146638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107474424486146638' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-107369608228269549</id><published>2004-01-09T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:55:57.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107369608228269549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107369608228269549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107369608228269549' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-107178723355916133</id><published>2003-12-18T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T14:41:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey baby, miss you too. i was iming you, and you weren't answering. i signed on a gain, a little while later, and you weren't  on. what's up? anything better? new developments? im so hungry. i think im gonna get a burrito.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107178723355916133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107178723355916133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107178723355916133' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-107177762039015889</id><published>2003-12-18T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T12:01:14.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somedays i have soft hair..and some days, i miss you more than i could ever explain..and on the other days, my hair might be nappy, frizzy, hair sprayed, gelled, curly...but i still miss you, even if it is a little more explainable, it's still unbearable..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107177762039015889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107177762039015889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107177762039015889' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-107100032778629921</id><published>2003-12-09T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:06:12.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i try to keep faith..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107100032778629921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107100032778629921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107100032778629921' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-107084452058173463</id><published>2003-12-07T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T16:49:22.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beauty always complicates.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107084452058173463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/107084452058173463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107084452058173463' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106894474382044155</id><published>2003-11-15T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T17:06:05.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he said things that manuel always lets me know too..( you're beautiful, bla blah) but coming from someone new it was just. nice.in a guilty way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106894474382044155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106894474382044155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106894474382044155' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106852013125909505</id><published>2003-11-10T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T19:08:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im sure you'll be ok.well, i hope so. wait, i know so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106852013125909505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106852013125909505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106852013125909505' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106849609340943624</id><published>2003-11-10T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T12:28:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my boytoy and i are having some drama... him and i are getting along, except i've been really sick, like, weak and vomitting for days, and i'm late.the tests say no, but i'm still sick.but soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106849609340943624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106849609340943624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849609340943624' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106848303967718779</id><published>2003-11-10T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T08:50:37.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when can you c0ome out? your boytoy included?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106848303967718779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106848303967718779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106848303967718779' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106790001866333661</id><published>2003-11-03T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:53:36.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am your friend, one of your best... top of the line. mMmM a burrito, i'm all for it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106790001866333661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106790001866333661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106790001866333661' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106779400748309823</id><published>2003-11-02T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T09:27:05.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, just come back and be my friend.move to pittsburg.we can go to berkeley. and i promise to get you the best damn burrito you've ever tasted.no shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106779400748309823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106779400748309823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779400748309823' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106756883863518272</id><published>2003-10-30T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:53:57.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i have a story, a bitter anthum, about this kid who just don't like me.. they say he's hunting me, and as you see, i'm all swelled up with fear, cuz i can't get him off my back... if you see jordan, he makes me sick... high school's over, and you still won't quit... "hey! la la la, whats up? i got my trucky fixed, so i'm so happy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106756883863518272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106756883863518272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106756883863518272' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106755467128704789</id><published>2003-10-30T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T14:57:50.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant keep it alll togetheri know, i know i know, i cant keep it all together..now im going down, and youre not even around..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106755467128704789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106755467128704789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106755467128704789' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106753051746443234</id><published>2003-10-30T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T08:15:05.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love u too sweetheart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106753051746443234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106753051746443234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106753051746443234' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106739104028509126</id><published>2003-10-28T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:30:39.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVER U</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106739104028509126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106739104028509126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739104028509126' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106710786394436155</id><published>2003-10-25T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T11:54:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm tryin my best, jacs.i dont even want in on this though. step on the scence, so im not forced to discuss all this, without me even knowin whats goin on.F  o  k  u  z  1: she played me for a rebound last week, kissed me, layed with me, said she was my girl....why does she have to run back to him.F  o  k  u  z  1: awe.F  o  k  u  z  1: i haven't taken this bracelet off in yearsRammy4594: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106710786394436155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106710786394436155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106710786394436155' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106696559620532678</id><published>2003-10-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:19:56.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.......you're alive and marrying eddie?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106696559620532678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106696559620532678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696559620532678' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106688418826936841</id><published>2003-10-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:43:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106688418826936841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106688418826936841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106688418826936841' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106685295889381716</id><published>2003-10-22T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T13:02:39.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm writing just to let u know I'm still alive</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106685295889381716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106685295889381716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106685295889381716' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106662121341732210</id><published>2003-10-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T20:40:13.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey! i wanted to come out with james and ed today! i hella would of, but i have a midterm at 10 o clock in the am! i love you so much, and i mean what i said in that lj-cut. i miss you stupud crazy, sorry for not being around. maybe i'll see you sometime this week..but you gotta promise to feed m e and my beau! by the way, im watchin scarface and it's the scary chainsaw scene ! !! you rock my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106662121341732210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106662121341732210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106662121341732210' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106635857231804165</id><published>2003-10-16T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T19:42:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey baby, so sorry. im...i dont know. what's up? i hung out with eddie yesterday, he was throwin a fit  the last tiume i talked to him about how he doesnt have friends...so we called up james and alex and edster...it didnt feel like an obligation though. i liked it.i'm sick. so sick. not pretty. i think i got manuel sick too. and i have to go to school tommorow. not fun. how's nick? hmmm? im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106635857231804165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106635857231804165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106635857231804165' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106615310182122835</id><published>2003-10-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T10:38:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cannot express how much i NEED RAMAN right NOW.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106615310182122835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106615310182122835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615310182122835' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106550052078695825</id><published>2003-10-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:22:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he's making me sound mean?! i've been nothing but sweet to eddie.. just because i have a new guy in my life, it's not like i'm lying about it. eddie and i have been on a rocky path for a long long time, and he moved on, why can't i? anyway, gosh.. this is so weird. nick and i are good again, it's so... nice, to have someone show me such possitive attention.  so what? nick and i are sleeping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106550052078695825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106550052078695825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106550052078695825' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106547982572203645</id><published>2003-10-06T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T15:37:24.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>come up to meet you, tell you im sorry, you dont know how lovely you are, i had to find you, tell you i need you, tell you i set you apart, tell me your secrets, ask your questions, oh lets go back to the start..running in circles...nobody said it easy. its such a shame forus to part, nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard, oh take me back to the start. i was just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106547982572203645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106547982572203645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106547982572203645' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106528569321273790</id><published>2003-10-04T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T09:41:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please do so. cos i've been hearin from eddie nonstop..and im like, what?! jacs could never be so cruel. and yeah. DISH!when are you going to be in the burg?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106528569321273790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106528569321273790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106528569321273790' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106523976043232248</id><published>2003-10-03T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T20:56:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man i have some major, MAJOR dishing to do. i miss u too. love you so much rams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106523976043232248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106523976043232248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106523976043232248' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106523291341651224</id><published>2003-10-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T19:01:53.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love and miss you so much JLMy Profileeddie's away message.he was talking about how much he misses you, loves you, etc.i miss you too jacs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106523291341651224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106523291341651224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106523291341651224' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106474065212980435</id><published>2003-09-28T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T02:17:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you mean nothing this serious?hey,is eddie ok?  or just attention starved on lj? i'm worried.what a fucking prick- (nick)k, i just got home from wedding madness and i havent smoked for 2 days, so im goin outside. love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106474065212980435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106474065212980435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106474065212980435' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106458218167461510</id><published>2003-09-26T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T06:16:21.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing this serious has ever happened before... not outside of family... it kindof scares me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106458218167461510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106458218167461510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106458218167461510' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106458215250929425</id><published>2003-09-26T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T06:15:52.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A certain callousness complies with your charm &amp; in your pride a hopeful look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is is you need? Is it within me? It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped in you. There's got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106458215250929425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106458215250929425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106458215250929425' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106458077789737603</id><published>2003-09-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T05:52:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god i hate boys!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106458077789737603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106458077789737603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106458077789737603' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106449699783903567</id><published>2003-09-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T06:36:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that blogger totally made me 5000% happier. lol. whoever alden is, i am now inlove with him.so, nick is no longer so great.we fucked. and he just left me laying there, alone, passed out. and then bragged about how good he was, if he was so good, why dont i remember?! lmao... and he's all trippin off me, but look at me, i'm not trippin about him, i want james. life goes on! love you... oh,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106449699783903567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106449699783903567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106449699783903567' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106446770314077665</id><published>2003-09-24T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:28:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL!heregoesnothing.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106446770314077665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106446770314077665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106446770314077665' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106446741218306025</id><published>2003-09-24T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:23:32.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm..that sounds not good.i'm always weary of seeing boys i have complex feelings for when i'm drunk. it just complicates it even more. sorry dear.i've been, listenin to fiona, spending lots of time, like always with manuel. yeah, i miss myfriends once in awhile, but when we're apart, all i do is think/talkabout/miss him. so what the hell? we still hang out with a couple people, like james</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106446741218306025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106446741218306025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106446741218306025' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106444777580051058</id><published>2003-09-24T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T16:56:15.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sophmore year... reminising everyday about it. always.bestfriend, agreed.i got so drunk last night at a party with cortney, and i had to call nick and have him come with me... and, disaster, not completely, but, i only remember peices of last night. heh. explain more later, what i can remember anyways. nick is so great, but then today was weird, i'm kindof worried about what i don't remember</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106444777580051058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106444777580051058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444777580051058' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106410536557616721</id><published>2003-09-20T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T17:49:25.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>leah failed to reply,wanna be my best friend again?yeah, im being a loser.i miss manuel.i, just, i dont know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106410536557616721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106410536557616721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106410536557616721' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106410532050818987</id><published>2003-09-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T17:48:40.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the rain season comes, oh god, i can't wait. it's so sophmore year, and you, you are the only person that understands that, gosh, i so. want. something.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106410532050818987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106410532050818987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106410532050818987' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106403089948710560</id><published>2003-09-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:08:19.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the rain season is almost here.. rain is so my season. rain is my cure, the water mends my trouble bones.i feel good when i lyric post, because it expresses me, and i know nobody ever reads lyric posts, but you do, and i know you understand.because we're so deep. i love you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106403089948710560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106403089948710560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106403089948710560' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106403081757766074</id><published>2003-09-19T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:06:57.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay so, i have to be at work in an hour and a half, or rather, leave for work then.... hmph. "i worry, i weigh three times my body,i worry, i throw my fear around, but this morning, theres a calm i can't explainthe rock candy is melted only diamonds now remain,but by the time i recognize this moment  this moment will be gonebut i will spend my life pretending that it somehow lingered on,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106403081757766074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106403081757766074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106403081757766074' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106395331014532103</id><published>2003-09-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:45:35.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>;please come back.i missed you too,and i hope you feel better.i love you so much.Rammy4594: i was thinkin about emailin that foo james, do you know if he ever gets on anymore?StuckBetweenToes: hardly.StuckBetweenToes: and he never returns e-mails either!StuckBetweenToes: he hasn't e-mailed me in weeks.Rammy4594: aww man, what a sucka.StuckBetweenToes: indeed.Rammy4594: i guess ill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106395331014532103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106395331014532103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106395331014532103' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106395326329777758</id><published>2003-09-18T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:34:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>theres no subsitute for time' fuck. that's a a fucking line.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106395326329777758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106395326329777758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106395326329777758' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106394347380521426</id><published>2003-09-18T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T20:51:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my song of the moment: john mayer- split screen sadnessmaybe i'll sleep inside my coat and wait on your porch till you come back home,oh thats right, i can't find a flight.. all you need is love is a lie, because we had love yet we still said goodbye, now we're tired, battered fightersand it stings when it's nobodys fault cuz theres no one to blame at the drop of a name, it's only the air</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106394347380521426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106394347380521426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106394347380521426' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106385955160953112</id><published>2003-09-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T21:32:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone is torn at some point or another, or every second of everyday, you know whichever. the way i figure is, life is like a choose your adventure book..who doesnt spoil the read by exploring every possible outcome. sometimes you have to cheat, and sometimes, it doesn't even seem right to say cheat at all. cos all you're doing is looking our for yourself. i dont know if that makes sense.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106385955160953112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106385955160953112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106385955160953112' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106370206693247146</id><published>2003-09-16T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T01:55:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend, was totally weird....  i'll explain later.something else weird... i am so inlove with eddie. You know when you think you are inlove, and your not questioning it,but then you still are into other people, anyway... i kindof hooked up with another guy, we aren't dating, but i mean, you know, we're 'talking' and he's all into me, and he's so cute no, he's hella hott, i have pictures,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106370206693247146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106370206693247146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106370206693247146' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106342584563225805</id><published>2003-09-12T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T13:57:19.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, life is. alright i guess. i dont know. yeah. hi. manuel got his keys taken away to his beautiful, or his dad's beautiful legend, cos we got caught cutting film class..cos jose called manuel's mom and informed her on the whole situation. it's so sad. i've been taking him to school and he's been riding the bart back. jose is fucking clingy as all hell. i swear to god he's inlove with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106342584563225805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106342584563225805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106342584563225805' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106334113620406725</id><published>2003-09-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:32:16.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god, hey. hows life? good i think? here, its just life, as always. i love you, and need,... something.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106334113620406725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106334113620406725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106334113620406725' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106301185298750452</id><published>2003-09-08T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T02:04:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I am driving 85 in the kindof morning that, lasts all afternoon,just stuck inside the gloom......cause i, wonder sometimes, about the outcome,am i still devoted to this life? am i living it right?"RAMMY, WHERE R U?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106301185298750452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106301185298750452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106301185298750452' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106264318510325903</id><published>2003-09-03T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:39:45.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need you so, get on get on get on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106264318510325903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106264318510325903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106264318510325903' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106256364308385059</id><published>2003-09-02T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T21:34:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyy,love you.miss you.cant think right nowyou're beautiful jacii really wish you lived in pittsburg</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106256364308385059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106256364308385059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106256364308385059' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106249944155976254</id><published>2003-09-02T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T03:44:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'i'm, writing you to catch you up on places i've been... hoping i would see the world thru both my eyes, maybe i will tell you all about it, when i'm in the mood to lose my way with words today, skies are painting colors of the cowboy cliche, and strange how clouds that look like mountains in the sky are next to mountains anyway.. let me say, you should have seen that sunrise, with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106249944155976254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106249944155976254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106249944155976254' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106185271806340518</id><published>2003-08-25T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T16:05:18.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, 'reach down your hand in your pocket now, pull out some hope for me'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106185271806340518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106185271806340518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106185271806340518' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106178088530061877</id><published>2003-08-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T20:08:05.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey love, i, alot is up, but i just came home from OLM Mass, and I feel SO WONDERFUL. Our minister gave a a kiss and forgave me of all my sins, and I don't feel guilty or dirty anymore. But, I have done quite a few harmful things this week, so unless you already heard, i'll inform you later, i love you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106178088530061877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106178088530061877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106178088530061877' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106158915312923910</id><published>2003-08-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T14:52:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what up, whats happenin? ive been THE social butterfly nowadaze, i had that those beers at ciso's and eversince then, altho not too long ago, ive been having one or two each day. i knew i shouldnt of, but ohwell. yeah, i was a hardcore alcoholic before, during, and a little after washington. manuels been giving me dissapproving looks. but he never says a word. deep down, he trusts my every action</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106158915312923910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106158915312923910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106158915312923910' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106144177486249604</id><published>2003-08-20T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T21:56:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey. dude, what happened? u said you blogged on the phone, and u didnt.. where are you? i miss you.. sorry you didn't have fun with me today, we'll hang out again soon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106144177486249604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106144177486249604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106144177486249604' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106137728952035398</id><published>2003-08-20T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T04:01:29.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i...i just woke up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106137728952035398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106137728952035398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106137728952035398' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106127648006541635</id><published>2003-08-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T00:01:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are the tina to my jaci, i just dont want to drag you down,like i drag everyone down, all the time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127648006541635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127648006541635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127648006541635' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106127365713325573</id><published>2003-08-18T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T23:20:33.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From: RANDUMBTHOUGHTS@aol.com | This is spam | Add to Address Book Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 22:14:35 EDT Subject: kinda long To: dazeofphoniex@yahoo.com         hey! first off,im sorry for telling jose,i didnt tell him much,but i know,its wrong.i love you babe.youre not a trophy i like to parade around,your more to me than just someone to kiss.i love the way you think.i wish i could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127365713325573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127365713325573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127365713325573' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106127200271102006</id><published>2003-08-18T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:46:42.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what am I not supposed to have an opinionShould I be quiet just because I'm a womanCall me a bitch cos I speak what's on my mindGuess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiledWhen a female fires backSuddenly the target don't know how to actSo he does what any little boy will doMaking up a few false rumors or twoThat for sure is not a man to meSlanderin' names for popularity</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127200271102006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127200271102006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127200271102006' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106127148981497213</id><published>2003-08-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:38:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere deep inside me I hold a pictureof a time long gone- a time of ease andsimple pleasures and days in shadows notso longNow with my mind I'm struggling, holdingon to what I believe- listen to the fragments of my thoughts that leave me broken and deceived'Cause I don't know the way he said, "Ican take you there, I can show youplaces where our time has had no ware"And as we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127148981497213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127148981497213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127148981497213' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106127035124099188</id><published>2003-08-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:19:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a smilestretched from ear to earto see you walking down the roadWe meet at the lightsI stare for a whilethe world around us disappearsit`s Just you and meon my island of hopea breath between us could be milesLet me surround youmy sea to your shorelet me be the calm you seekOh but every time I'm close to youthere's too much I can't sayand you just walk awayAnd I forgotto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127035124099188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106127035124099188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127035124099188' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106116255478526039</id><published>2003-08-17T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T16:22:34.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, im sorry about your mama, my dear. what brought this on? are you ok? that's a stupid question, but is there anything i can do? i love you. i'm sorry. leah talked to me the other day, i guess somethin wasnt so perfect in her life, and she remembered me. which is really quite funny huh? i dont know. i'm not sure if im gonna call her, or see her again for a long time. you know, when your little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106116255478526039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106116255478526039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106116255478526039' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106114761947947711</id><published>2003-08-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T12:13:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom is locked up for trying to kill herself and alcohol poisoning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106114761947947711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106114761947947711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106114761947947711' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106109962595775872</id><published>2003-08-16T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:53:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got your letter, i'm glad you wrote me. i'm here, and i miss you.you know, i'm so back to being skater girl jaci... lol. it's so weird, oh-well. i'll always be ramans jaci, before raman was leahs raman, jaci was ramans jaci, so i'm still here, and i will be forever. yeah, im tired, i'll be on tomorrow to email you some love. xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106109962595775872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106109962595775872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106109962595775872' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-10605822019790948</id><published>2003-08-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:10:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tonight i had two very different conversations:THIS IS SONI&amp; MANUEL by the way.Rammy4594: bro, ____________ is certainly pimping them hoes.Rammy4594: and not being quiet about it either.SoNiLuVsFangS: say whaaaRammy4594: hey, whatever happened to robert!?SoNiLuVsFangS: he's aroundRammy4594: shes talkin about college boys and stuff.SoNiLuVsFangS: oh yeaRammy4594: yeah, whats up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/10605822019790948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/10605822019790948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#10605822019790948' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106040414399361699</id><published>2003-08-08T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T21:42:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no no no, i was in love with eddie. i'm currently in love with manuel. and plan to remain like so until..well, forever. i just  had been thinking about what an asshole that guy was to me. but im not mad, and i've been extremely civil not more than the lj replies, and short email have been included in this " drama" which feels like a fuckin musical compared to what we've been through.what's with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106040414399361699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106040414399361699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106040414399361699' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-106024347812681721</id><published>2003-08-07T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T01:04:38.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay so, your inlove with eddie, and uhh, he rejected you?he's telling me that you and i must have bs'd with him in this blog, cuz now your mad at him, when i didnt even talk to you in DAYS... anyway, what IS up? i was in town the other day, sorry i didnt call, was only there for like, 2 hours, went out to eat with eddie and keena, stoppped by james, keep that on the dl, karen did an AWESOME </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106024347812681721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106024347812681721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106024347812681721' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-106023301715274761</id><published>2003-08-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T22:10:17.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant seem to make you minekissing all around all the timeflying all around like a beehurting everything you seetry everything i knowoh, to make you want love me sothe only the thing there is to docant you see what you're doing to meyou fill my life with miserywith every breath every step i take im more in love with youi cant go on like this, a little bit of love, not a kissi gotta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106023301715274761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/106023301715274761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106023301715274761' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-105944637554523106</id><published>2003-07-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T19:39:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg,imissyousomuch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105944637554523106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105944637554523106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105944637554523106' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-105910612197045970</id><published>2003-07-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T21:08:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, been kinda stagnant cos comps been broken..i love you too.send me email love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105910612197045970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105910612197045970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105910612197045970' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-105828984665157413</id><published>2003-07-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:24:06.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rams...whereareou?myspacebarisbroken..bringbackoldmemoriesofmypreviousdeadkeyboard?RIPkeyboardfrombeyond.loveu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105828984665157413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105828984665157413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105828984665157413' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-105730592498290226</id><published>2003-07-04T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T01:05:25.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jonathon huh?not asking who he is, or drawing any conclusions, just saying.."jonathon huh?"so fucking hott you say? i'll take your word for it.its so troubling to witness the downfall of eddienjacs y jamesnkaren but somehow, in someway, entertaining, i know it's horrible to say, so mean and vicious, but the thing ive always liked about us is brutal honesty, and webs of deciet at times. i've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105730592498290226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105730592498290226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105730592498290226' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-105704306096820900</id><published>2003-07-01T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T00:04:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what're you guys fighting about now? or is it insignificant, and paltry, but nonetheless time/emotion consuming, you know, sometimes, people end up staying long  after sparks have died, and feelings run dry.mere dependency.  you know that though.and i dont think you come to me, thinking i have anything to offer,i just yeah, if you call, i will answer..i wish you were still in pittsburg. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105704306096820900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105704306096820900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105704306096820900' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-105702594566084187</id><published>2003-06-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T19:19:05.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to talk to you now, too. eddie and i are soooo drifted apart, all we do is fight. not like before though, before we'd fight, and make-up, and be all inlove, now we fight, then fight about the fight, then fight about a fight we had 2 years ago, then fight about something else. we changed so much, so why can't we just keep changing into something better? because i do love him so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105702594566084187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105702594566084187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105702594566084187' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-105661273556105745</id><published>2003-06-26T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T00:33:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that there, that's not meim not here, this isnt happeningi've been so dead to my emotions lately. each day is tedium, each conversation shallow.then, i go home, to his bed, which is my home, so i said, home, and that's the first time i've thought that or written that, so yeah.and i crash down on zebra sheets, he puts his arms around me, and i die. i die, and am reborn,each movement, each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105661273556105745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105661273556105745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105661273556105745' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-105640366783665890</id><published>2003-06-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T14:27:47.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thinkIt’s getting to the point where I can be myself againI thinkIt’s getting to the point where we have almost made amendsI thinkIt’s the getting to the point that is the hardest partAnd if you callI will answerAnd if you fallI’ll pick you upAnd if you court this disasterI’ll point you homeI’ll point you homeYou thinkI only think about you when we’re both in the same roomI’m </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105640366783665890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105640366783665890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105640366783665890' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-105538328704220427</id><published>2003-06-11T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T19:01:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im coming home june 12th too. to pittsburg that is... i'm driving myself... im leaving at 1..want me to pick u up to go to grad? i wanna leave early, to get a good spot, lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105538328704220427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/105538328704220427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105538328704220427' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-95296966</id><published>2003-06-04T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T12:36:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take me to the place i love.take me all the way.june 12, i'm coming home.when will you be in town?wanna do something the dayof the 13?will you watch everyone graduate with me..?i dont want to be alone.i told manuel i would go.(halfheartedly.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/95296966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/95296966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95296966' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-95229875</id><published>2003-06-03T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T02:34:22.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm taking my GED to go to college too... if i didn't tell you im going to teach.. i know i know. no mother is ever right, not just no mother, but no one is ever right when they are telling you what to do. don't ever pursue any kind of life that won't satisfy your yearning, if nursing won't make you happy, fuck nursing.i love you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/95229875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/95229875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95229875' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-94546706</id><published>2003-05-18T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T12:59:44.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>about my mother.i want to be productive. i 'm taking my ged on tuseday and wednesday.i need to take the sats, for college apps.i still dont know what to do with my life.i kind of let my mom tell me SAINT MARY'S/SAMUEL MERRITT! NURSING!but then, a couple of weeks ago, i told her i seriously straight from the heart am not interested.so she's like, fine.....what are you going to do?and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/94546706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/94546706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94546706' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-94183823</id><published>2003-05-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T21:21:25.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you goif you goand leave me here on my own..i will wait for you, yeah i will wait for you.last night, we fought. like crying, hanging up, withholding "i love you"s FIGHTING. and it hurt.soo bad.but in the end, i just felt so relieved, so at peace, so totally in love.and yeah. i miss you. write.please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/94183823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/94183823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94183823' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-93441077</id><published>2003-04-28T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T20:07:17.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go shorty, it's yuour birthday..well, your last post was on, MY, birthday, but oh-well.i love you. lol.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/93441077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/93441077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93441077' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-93229045</id><published>2003-04-25T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T01:06:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no one answers.no one ever answers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/93229045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/93229045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93229045' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-92612700</id><published>2003-04-14T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T16:13:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no maam.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92612700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92612700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92612700' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-92611925</id><published>2003-04-14T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T15:57:46.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont know Rage Against Machine lyrics? lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92611925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92611925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92611925' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-92593784</id><published>2003-04-14T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T10:25:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY!i dont know. lol.i love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92593784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92593784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92593784' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-92332163</id><published>2003-04-09T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:15:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROUND AND ROUND YOUR FAMILY,with a pocket full of shells.rally round your family,WITH A POCKET FULL OF SHELLS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92332163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92332163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92332163' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-92318630</id><published>2003-04-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:18:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and here's to transistion:ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.;p</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92318630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92318630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92318630' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-92316885</id><published>2003-04-09T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T14:45:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLAH TO THIS BLOGGER NOT WORKING!I feel like we all live in a sitcom, like, each year is another season in our drama, lol. I WAS HECKA EXCITED ABOUT DAWSONS CREEK! i noticed it was on all morning hecka early sometime last week! they play them in order too! =) Last night was... weird... in every conversation i had. but i was also kind of.. paranoid... or, i dont know.i was upset when u and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92316885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92316885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92316885' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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-3145724.post-92298871</id><published>2003-04-09T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T09:26:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the rory/paris harvard cspan dealie.i wish i could see manuel. i miss him soooooo much. esp. since, i've been in high school sitcom world all morning, ( did you know the superstation play dawson's creek rereuns for-like-ever on weekday mornings?)  i don't know about last night. i guess i was just in a another world. i wasn't getting my conversations straight..and it was hard to even respond to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92298871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92298871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92298871' title=''/><author><name>Raman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906129640614691329</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-3145724.post-92277061</id><published>2003-04-09T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T00:40:04.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good! ..... which one? lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92277061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145724/posts/default/92277061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92277061' title=''/><author><name>jaci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08871573490734853979</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>
