<?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-3158978</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:40:19.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oO LoVe LeTTeRS FRoM a LuNaTiC Oo</title><subtitle type='html'>JuST SoMe LoVe SiCK iDioTS WHo HaVe NoTHiNG BeTTeR To Do THaN DWeLL uPoN WHaT THeY WaNT WHiCH is LooOooVe... 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[ Ms. Gold-Digger ]Advantages...a. You have some one to manage your money.b. She always looks good.c. She makes your other niggas jealous.d. She makes you look good.Disadvantages...a. When you get broke she'll be gone and take what you have left.b. She makes sure she has a child by you to sue you for child support.c. Once your nigga comes up she'll be on his arm the next day.2. [ Ms. Freak ] (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/5379469049489591474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/5379469049489591474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5379469049489591474' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-115051833627279488</id><published>2006-06-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:25:36.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear heart,just thought this was hilarious:1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement.2.It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.3.If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Ex. "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you"4.Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/115051833627279488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/115051833627279488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115051833627279488' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-107480570823373158</id><published>2004-01-22T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T13:09:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do people really think about you? by Raven319NameAgefavorite songParents thinkYou're an angelStrangers thinkYou're smartFriends thinkYou smell really badCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/107480570823373158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/107480570823373158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480570823373158' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-106494260303535116</id><published>2003-09-30T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T10:23:22.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wind The Force of Nature Quiz  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106494260303535116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106494260303535116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106494260303535116' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-106434169942708064</id><published>2003-09-23T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T11:28:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Question: If you could live forever, would you and why? Answer: "I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, becauseif we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannotlive forever, which is why I would not live forever." --Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest. "Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, Ican't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106434169942708064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106434169942708064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106434169942708064' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-106295037988310724</id><published>2003-09-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T08:59:40.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Withered Lover What sign of the Black Zodiac are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106295037988310724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106295037988310724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295037988310724' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-106294987232907685</id><published>2003-09-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T08:51:12.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alicia Silverstone Which Celeb Without Makeup are you? - Girls (INCLUDES GREAT FUNNY PICTURES!)-NEW QUESTIONS ADDED!!!!! brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106294987232907685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/106294987232907685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106294987232907685' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105686582809217063</id><published>2003-06-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T13:40:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Phoebe ''Weatherfield'' Caulfield. You areHolden's 10 year old sister. You're extremelysmart for your age, but no one really realizesit except Holden. Still, even he has a hardtime accepting your advice.You like to write and you change your middle nameevery other week.You've got red hair and you love Holden more thananything. You are Holden's favorite person, butcan annoy him with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105686582809217063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105686582809217063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105686582809217063' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105682313150637596</id><published>2003-06-28T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T10:58:51.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Denial Obsession What's Your Obsession? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105682313150637596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105682313150637596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105682313150637596' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105674630825432029</id><published>2003-06-27T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T13:39:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Clueless Chick are you? Find out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105674630825432029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105674630825432029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105674630825432029' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105605463531491468</id><published>2003-06-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T13:30:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pinklunatikMagic Number15JobCriminalPersonalityI'd Quite Like OneTemperamentCheck My PulseSexualStraightLikely To WinA Home Help BadgeMe - In A WordSubtleColourBrought to you by MemeJack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105605463531491468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105605463531491468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105605463531491468' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105535835438071300</id><published>2003-06-11T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T12:05:54.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Huge Boobs!  Wow.  I mean, wow.  Do youhave any trouble walking upright?  You areimmensely popular and everyone wants to shakehands, as it were, with you. What Kind of Boobs Are You? brought to you by QuizillaYou are Marilyn Monroe. You're a sexy bombshell whoknows how to get what she wants, but sometimespeople underestimate you or misread you andyou're seen for one thing instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105535835438071300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105535835438071300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105535835438071300' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105528238432732177</id><published>2003-06-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T14:59:44.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorority slut barbie what whacked-out version of barbie are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105528238432732177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105528238432732177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105528238432732177' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105526792709190860</id><published>2003-06-10T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T11:05:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANGER 1. Who was the last person you got angry with? myself probably...2. What is your weapon of choice? knife... i have a thing with stabbing3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? f*ck yeah!!! weaker sex, my *ss!4. How about of the same sex? like a cat fight? i would... but i never have... sounds kinda fun... 5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you? my boyfriend for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105526792709190860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105526792709190860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105526792709190860' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-105526780832284810</id><published>2003-06-10T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T11:03:06.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear heart,im obsessed with quizzes... i apologize:AladdinYou need a fast paced guy who can steal you anapple one second, then whisk you off on a magiccarpet ride the next.  Aladdin always willprotect you and be able to get you out ofsticky situations and be at your side to rescueyou! Who is your ideal Disney prince? brought to you by Quizillahug from behind - you like to feel what the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105526780832284810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/105526780832284810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105526780832284810' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-75062329</id><published>2002-04-04T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T02:45:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello lovelies... Pink Lunatik has now permamently moved to a more comfy home... please feel free to visit her... she will be at...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/75062329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/75062329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75062329' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-11338653</id><published>2002-04-01T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T02:30:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:ok we're moving to another blog... all this for love... *shakes head at self... poor poor weak girl...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11338653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11338653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11338653' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-11337653</id><published>2002-04-01T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T16:02:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:muahahaha! and i still prevail... i dont care what anyone says... im keeping you... and if ure the thing that'll make him stop loving me, then let it be... it wasnt that strong to begin with then...ANYway... i was watching the PCN videos... and i remembered EVERYthing back then... how life revolved around that one night... and it was the best night ever... i remember the thrill to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11337653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11337653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11337653' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11302064</id><published>2002-03-30T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T22:56:33.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:what a kiss! i havent been kissed like that since last year... with his passionately powerful lips... they drive me nuts... yummy... wanna taste my hunny again... hehe... oh i dont know... its been a while since he's really kissed me... trying to treasure and remember the moment... memory locked... ok im over it... theres just sumthing about him i guess that drives me wild... haha... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11302064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11302064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11302064' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11276756</id><published>2002-03-30T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T22:23:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:two movie tickets: $11.75meal for two: $21.73gas for driving around: $15.00seeing my hunny after a week: pricelessthere are some things money can buy. for everything else there's love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11276756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11276756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11276756' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11276687</id><published>2002-03-30T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-30T03:12:40.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:its 3:00 in the AM and im still wide awake... what is wrong with me?! im not unhappy... actually ive been the opposite... since thursday, my hunny has acted a bit more decent to me... i dont even know if i should call him my huny cuz i dont know if he is... but anyway... i get to see him in 12 hours... and im oh so very excited... it always seems like forever since i saw him last... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11276687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11276687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11276687' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11255089</id><published>2002-03-29T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T11:16:43.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:have you heard that song by brandy called anybody?I didn't want to have to say this to youIt's not that I don't love youI just can't be explaining to everyone why you hurt meThat's why I want to keep us between you and meYou'd understand if you were treated like meIt's not that people run meBut they can see when I am hurtin' They know it's not meSo don't make me the blameYou</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11255089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11255089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11255089' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11165958</id><published>2002-03-26T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T23:47:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:the status of my relationship is still unknown... but most likely we're still not together... and to think its our year and 7 month anniversary... 19 loooong months... and i have to stop and wonder if he still loves me... does it really matter? because if he does or not, he doesnt act like it either way... and im so scared to call him... scared of where he is or what he's doing... its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11165958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11165958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11165958' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11086863</id><published>2002-03-24T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T20:49:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:today was just a kick back day... i did everything i didnt have to do... and accomplished nothing but peace of mind... but its all good... i sang karaoke and perfected the spanish version of journey to the past... "en un viaje... tiempo atraaaaas'! heehee... and i played betrayal in antara... i dont know... nothing really significant today... i talked to chris... but thats not new... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11086863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11086863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11086863' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11060322</id><published>2002-03-23T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T20:21:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:heres the real entree of the night... we broke up and i fear for the last time... but i promised myself not to fight it anymore... ive finished looking at everything we've been through... every letter, every picture, every gift wrapping, every movie stub, even every car... *sigh... and i will be ok... see, all those things... that was the past... and its never coming back... no matter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11060322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11060322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11060322' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-11060295</id><published>2002-03-23T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T23:22:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a fun quiz i took before the bad news...What Psych-Ward do you belong to?Effective treatments are available that greatly alleviate the suffering caused by bipolar disorder and can usually prevent its devastating complications. These include marital break-ups, job loss, alcohol and drug abuse, and suicide. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11060295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/11060295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11060295' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10886075</id><published>2002-03-18T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T23:07:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:wut an incredibly interesting weekend... ok lets see... friday was my hunny's day and went to kuya's house... ive already explained that in a previous entree tho... saturday was sadies and it was so much fun... he got all pissed and we had a huge fight about our limitaions with other people and being fair... that night he told me shit like its the last straw and that he cant trust me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10886075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10886075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10886075' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10792658</id><published>2002-03-16T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T01:36:10.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:im finally done with the dandy dream story i had last night... *yawn* but now im too tired to wrte anything else... im just happy because he was actually nice to me towards the end of the day... heehee... my baby is sexay! lol... then after i went to kuya's house... i just laughed the whole time... weekends are the best days ever... fuck weekdays man! nooo... but im excited for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10792658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10792658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10792658' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10792539</id><published>2002-03-16T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T01:30:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:before i tell you about anything i must tell u about my dandy dream last night!!i was in a hotel/motel bathroom and he was knocking on my door to hurry up... but then for some reason i just bust out of there and push him onto the bed and start kissing him passionately... and at first he is reluctant and discumbobulated but then he begins to kiss back and rips my shirt clean off my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10792539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10792539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10792539' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10683947</id><published>2002-03-12T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T21:41:00.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:ironice how everything in life happens when it does... things are going from bad to worse... i dont know where he is, or where he is going or why... no one wants to talk to me about it... am i supposed to pretend like i dont know whats going on again... i really dont... i dont understand... please explain some things to me first... and why isnt anyone telling me anything?! why do i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10683947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10683947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10683947' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10682857</id><published>2002-03-12T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-12T21:06:16.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i dont even know where to begin... i dont know where to turn... please just let me die... please help me to understand the point of starting when it's just gonna end eventually... my head hurts really badly... and im sad... and no one is here for me... i dont want anyone to be anyway... i cant... bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10682857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10682857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10682857' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10646312</id><published>2002-03-11T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-11T21:41:59.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:this weekend was the best ever! i swear... there should be more days like those that have just passed... *smile... friday i saw my baby... saturday i saw a movie... and i was reminded of so many happier things i used to go through... then marie's party... even though it was some lil kid party, they had a fucking moon bounce! oh HELL ya! it was just incrediby fun playing air hockey, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10646312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10646312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10646312' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10560970</id><published>2002-03-09T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-09T09:28:46.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:horsscope timeThe emotional closets need to be opened, examined and emptied -- and you need to figure out what is weighing you down, what you should be using and what can be of benefit to someone else. You need to take those old issues, wounds and riddles out and give each of them a good going over. You and somebody else need to talk about those things that you've been avoiding for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10560970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10560970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10560970' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10520137</id><published>2002-03-07T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T21:40:36.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:"in real life i could be that anonymous nerd sitting across from you in chem lab, staring at you so hard. Then when you turn around he tries to smile, but the smile just comes out all wrong. You think, "how pathetic." THen he just looks away, and never looks back at you again.""i'm scared of everything! im scared of what i saw, im scared of what i did, oh who i am, and most of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10520137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10520137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10520137' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10442183</id><published>2002-03-05T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T23:50:43.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:man... everything was just so damn irritating today... i broke down in tears cuz i couldnt stand it... and he didnt help much... it sucks too because i think we've come to the point of stinginess... where we point out all the instances when we paid for the other person and how much we make... and all this bullshit... i dont even know... everything is fucking different... its not even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10442183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10442183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10442183' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10396301</id><published>2002-03-04T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T22:08:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:its been awhile since ive written a decent entree... ive just been so preoccupied with the whole new "catch a fallen angel" section... but yes... i have returned... i have drama that cant be expressed with random poetry... i need to vent and talk... to you... well i just came home from a long day to nothing... absolutely nothing... no boyfriend (well maybe a 5 second one)... not even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10396301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10396301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10396301' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-10059028</id><published>2002-02-23T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-23T21:59:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i act like a baby cuz i cry... and of course its always my fault... i mean, who's fault would it be? his? well that cant be... thas the most impossible thing i have ever heard... seriously... a girl told me once... that it doesnt matter how good he looks or how much you think you love him... if he doesnt treat you right- then he's not worth your time...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10059028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/10059028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10059028' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9980650</id><published>2002-02-21T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T16:00:10.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i was thinking about so much today... and i wanted to write it all down... but guess what... i forgot... everything! i swear... hmmm... i'll wait... maybe it'll come to me... oh ya... the two things that hold me down... insecurity and pride... quite contradicting conepts but are mysteriously linked through me... well im insecure so i need him... i need him to make me feel worth it and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9980650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9980650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9980650' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9877097</id><published>2002-02-18T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T23:38:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i dont kno if its the period thing thats portentiously making its way into my life... or if its just him... i dont know if its that im overly sensitive about every little thing right now or ive just stopped closing my eyes so i can see my true feelings... he made me cry again... but then again i always cry and im not sure it means anything to anyone anymore... but every tear means a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9877097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9877097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9877097' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9857784</id><published>2002-02-18T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T12:40:40.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:it's starting again... or shall we say ending again... i thought everything was going to be great now... but i guess i was wrong yet again! why cant everything stay wonderful? why is there jealousy in this world? why is there fear that sparks that? why are there actions that give good reason for it? i love him... i really do... it's just- we havent even gone a week without fighting...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9857784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9857784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9857784' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9827656</id><published>2002-02-17T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:40:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you feel like leaving.I'm not gonna make you stay...Soon you'll be finding...You can run, you can hideBut you can't escape my loveHere's a toast,To all those who know me all too well.Here's to the nights we felt alive.Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.Here's to goodbye...Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.Cause everytime I breathe,I take you in and my heart beats again...Baby I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9827656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9827656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9827656' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-9808675</id><published>2002-02-16T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T23:12:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear diary:this might need to continue to my new thinking place... SPLIT // personality</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9808675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9808675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9808675' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9783073</id><published>2002-02-15T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T10:56:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear diary:i guess you need fights to make you realize some stuff in your relationships... you need those times when you fuck up and almost lose them to really see what you've got... i thought i stopped caring... i didnt think he could make me fall in love again... there comes a time in your relationship when its going smoothly for awhile and saying "i love you" gets so played out... and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9783073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9783073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9783073' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9711112</id><published>2002-02-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T22:17:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:for you.... Please don't ask please don't look It is just what I am and what I am And I am not the one you think you know No, I am not the one you think you know, I'm not the one Please don't try, please don't need It is just what I am and what I am And I am not the one you think you know No, I am not the one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9711112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9711112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9711112' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9645005</id><published>2002-02-12T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T19:40:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i talked to him this morning... and it was hard restraining myself from throwing myself at his feet and beg for mercy...ive given up... see me waving the white flag? im starting to remember things i thought never happened... like when he used to sing the wizard of oz for me... or once i was tired or sick and i asked him to sing and he bust out with "you are my sunshine" in a monotone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9645005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9645005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9645005' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9644169</id><published>2002-02-12T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T07:29:07.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:SCaRy BuT TRue 'SCoPeS...There is a lot of work to be done, but you're stuck on one of the most basic and beginning steps. You may be spending most of this day in limbo, waiting for some important result. This is a good time to relax with a different crowd of people who have no idea about the other part of your life, Capricorn. As long as you can still remember what makes you happy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9644169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9644169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9644169' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-9635981</id><published>2002-02-11T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-12T07:41:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear diary:the hurting stops today... and even though i feel like ive lost everything... deep inside i know i havent... ive still got me... and thats wut ive always had from the start... weak lil jojo... who thought she needed someone to make her feel worth it... but you know what... i dont... not anymore... ive went thru so much these 17 months... more than anyone can ever imagine... ive been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9635981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9635981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9635981' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9596392</id><published>2002-02-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T21:04:48.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:the dreadful holiday is slowly creeping by us all... there is no absolute way to stop it... its just a day that makes lonely girls feel even lonlier and needy... what is the point of this day? because majority rules... there are plenty of lucky couples and people out there who have valentines... they dont concern themselves with the less fortunate like us... their gonna be in their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9596392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9596392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9596392' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9591154</id><published>2002-02-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:39:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,Here's some lyrics from songs we did in my schools play Pippin(I think they are cute):                             WITH YOU"But nights were warm beyond compareIf I could share.My nights with you....To dance in my dreams...To shine when I need the sun.With you...To hold me when dreams are done,And oh....My dearest love.....If you will take my love,Then all my dreams are truly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9591154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9591154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9591154' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-9569924</id><published>2002-02-09T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:36:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:its odd how the smallest things make me incredibly happy... me n tina dressed up today and took a million and one pics...  it was so fun... i even forgot all the lil troubles that plague my life... drinking is bad news... just to let ya'll know... my friend just got in the habit and its making me sad... please... stop... if not for yourself, do it for me... i wanna change the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9569924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9569924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9569924' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9551327</id><published>2002-02-09T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-09T09:49:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:retreat was a very uplifting experience for me... it opened my eyes to many things... like the things i want and the things i thought i needed... with really good friends to support me and offer that hug... i realized it was time to stop lying to myself... to just let myself cry and hurt because it still affects me... this entree wont be about him tho... i want to make a toast to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9551327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9551327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9551327' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9537719</id><published>2002-02-08T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T19:48:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:PeRSoNaLiTy PRoFiLeS aRe SuPeR DuPeR FuN.... LooKie WHaT iT SaiD aBouT Me...You are constantly hoping that your good fellowship and attitude and your "love for your fellow man (or women)" will give you peace of mind .... You need people- You need people around you to care for you and to show you that they care. It is this hope that keeps you going...The hope that makes you the type </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9537719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9537719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9537719' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-9431400</id><published>2002-02-06T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T00:12:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i hafto agree with damsel... guys DO suck... the BIG one! i am so frustrated and angry... i have no idea where to turn... im really getting tired of his coldness... he swears i acted THIS damn cold when i found out what he did... and his was ten times worse so i dont even know why he's trippin'... this relationship has never really been fair... it was always me trying to impress him, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9431400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9431400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9431400' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9381849</id><published>2002-02-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T17:24:29.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,What to do,What to do.Guys..SUCK.Too dam* confusing,lets just say that and Steve an Joe...I wanna forget about them..I know I need to..Ugh but its so hard because I have to see them everday ugh. Its like need tomove on, must move on..yet half of me wants to be with them. That's the stupida** part of me. But I think I should stop going after guys huh? Let them come to me,its not as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9381849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9381849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9381849' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-9352500</id><published>2002-02-03T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T22:09:38.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:here i go writing on you again... because once again i am alone and i have nothing better to do than wallow in self pity... pshaw! why isnt he calling? why is he avoiding me? why isnt he answering his phone? why is he acting weird? is it another woman? women? will he ever forgive me? will he go to formal with me? does he even still care about me? about us? gosh... im a roller coaster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9352500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9352500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9352500' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9319420</id><published>2002-02-02T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T21:06:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i just realized today how much he didnt love me... it's like he hates everything i am and everything i do... and the sad thing is that its always been like this... since the beginning, he's always had to change some part of me... especially recently... like i act childish... or the clothes i wear... or the fact that im flirty... those were all the things i was when we first met... he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9319420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9319420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9319420' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9297695</id><published>2002-02-02T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-02T01:16:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:waiting... the most crucial and painful part of my evenings... what is he doing? who is he with? when will he be back? will his answers be lies? it should have stopped then... october 18... but the evil was allowed to prevail... my selfish need of him made me conform to giving the concept of "us" a second chance... why did i do that? how could i have made myself more susceptible to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9297695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9297695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9297695' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9255773</id><published>2002-01-31T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-02T00:45:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i hate pretending... its tough... just trying to act non-chalant about the whole thing... like i dont miss him at all... when he's all i think of... i can see him treating me like a typical ex girlfriend where he doesnt want to talk to them... yes, hanging up on me after 5 seconds hurts... i guess im not special anymore... well, i never really was in the first place... i know that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9255773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9255773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9255773' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-9116284</id><published>2002-01-28T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T00:38:16.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:letting go... holding on... it wont really matter anymore... they almost feel the same... hurts like hell... hard as fuck... i dont know... looking at things with "him" seem quite impossible right now... i dont really understand where it is going... if he hates me, if his "i love you's" are a sick joke, if he wants me there but not as his girlfriend anymore, if he wants to see other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9116284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/9116284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9116284' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8984820</id><published>2002-01-23T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T16:45:24.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,Words cant really explain how great my day was.Geeze oh man,God really loved me today. OkaY so I didnt talk to Kristen at all but she tried to talk to me and I was just like whatever real smart so she knows I didnt care,but Andy was being sweet to me so I talked to him and...he really didnt talk about Alicia,thank the lord. So me and Alicia made fun of Kirsten flirting with Steve(gag </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8984820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8984820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8984820' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-8962586</id><published>2002-01-23T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T01:51:10.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:HoRoSCoPeS GaLoRe:Life's isn't fair. Don't you remember that advice from some long lost lesson you received as a kid? Over the next few days, you may need to remind yourself of this. Over the next few years, however, you may realize that in many ways, life is more fair than most people realize. It seems that the balance of power will tip in someone else's favor, at least for the next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8962586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8962586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8962586' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-8962087</id><published>2002-01-23T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T01:32:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear diary:im supposed to be sleeping right now... or at least studying for calculus... fudge me... but i cant think... seriously... the only thing to look forward to is my hunny picking me up from school... what will the day hold for me? im gonna get over it, ya know... i'll do wut i always do... rationalize why it wouldn't have worked out... why everything happens for a reason... and why im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8962087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8962087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8962087' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8957044</id><published>2002-01-22T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T20:46:16.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:life is just not making sense at the moment... you try to be happy about some things... but everything is just so fucked up... im trying not to be hurt... because this was a fool-proof plan... im not hurting... im not... because im invincible... ok maybe a few tears esaped my eyes right now... but i've managed to stop them... look at me smiling... im ok... he never hurt me... my heart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8957044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8957044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8957044' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8950389</id><published>2002-01-22T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T17:21:10.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,My 2 friends came up with this theory that January is..."MAN PMS MONTH" or somethin like that... jesus pete. What's up all their butts? I havent carried on a convo with Joe in 4 days, its a record...but I miss him. I dont want our closeness to drift away. Steve..whooa man Pms is back. We have like execessively yelled at eachother,at an extent I feel sort of bad...but he deserves it...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8950389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8950389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8950389' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-8925001</id><published>2002-01-21T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T22:22:16.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:notice this interesting horoscope of mine... It seems that a cloning device would be the answer to your problems right now, since you have to be in two places at once. Both your heart and your mind are being pulled in different directions, and it is not because you lack commitment. Rather, you have responsibilities to two sectors of your life and you need to take all of them very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8925001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8925001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8925001' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8873349</id><published>2002-01-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T10:53:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:"i love you too"those common words of reply... they are usually enough... but this time, he actually asked "do you really?" what have i done? i never imagined him having to ask that question EVER! i thought i proved to him enough how much i loved him... yes, i can sense myself being a little differnet now... honestly... i would never want "him" to feel that way... i guess all this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8873349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8873349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8873349' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8838465</id><published>2002-01-18T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T23:04:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:my writing sucks... and i just feel awful... but that is the least of my concerns... actually... i have no concerns as of this moment... everything is perfection in a twisted soap opera sort of way... its hard to explain without revealing all... just please let me stop smiling... the ridiculous obsession has deepened and im on the bottom of the pit... but tis not so bad down here... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8838465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8838465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8838465' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8832586</id><published>2002-01-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T18:36:29.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,So many great days in a row, its unreal....Today the boys had a bball game and Spang(coach) got kicked out and had 2 technicals. Then burrell had one and so did little bennie all in 4 min. It was funny but I had to mark all that sh* and then steve was being so cute and nice(he's been nice for the past week) and he had a 3 and stuff but "Joe" god, can you say "FAG"...... god almighty. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8832586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8832586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8832586' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-8645199</id><published>2002-01-12T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-12T22:43:39.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i knew the nice trend wouldnt last... but its ok... cuz this was one of the best days ever... it was fun playing basketball and driving around in that car... cousins united! and then we made some visits and im just so up in the clouds... flying with all the snow faeries... i feel so awesome even if "he" was acting weird like he was in a bad mood or he did something... why was he so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8645199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8645199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8645199' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8588012</id><published>2002-01-10T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-10T20:06:52.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:what an incredibly lovely day! everything about it was just so carefree and it just zoomed by me... and these past few days, my baby has been extrememly nice to me... i dont really know why... maybe he's done something wrong... hehe... i hope not... but yes im really quite happy... we havent fought since forever... and i cant help but just dwell on the happiness of my relationship... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8588012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8588012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8588012' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8450435</id><published>2002-01-05T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-05T23:04:49.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:i WaS CHeCKiNG ouT THe SiTe MeTeR... aND THiS BLoG HaS BeeN ReaD 7 TiMeS... i aSKeD DaMSeL aND SiN iF THeY DiD BuT BoTH HaD a NeGaTiVe RePLy... WHo HaS BeeN eaVeSDRoPPiNG oN ouR THouGHTS? WHaT iS iT aBouT ouR MiSeRieS aND iNSaNiTieS THaT iNTRiGueS You So? iT WouLD Be QuiTe eMBaRaSSiNG iF THe oBJeCTS of ouR aFFeCTioNS WHeRe To DiSCoVeR THiS aND ReaD iT... WeLL, i HaVeN'T WRiTTeN SiNCe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8450435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8450435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8450435' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-8396900</id><published>2002-01-03T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:37:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:RiDiCuLouS oBSeSSioNS oF KRiSTeN KReuK... aKa LaNa LaNG...SHe iS oNe oF ouR BeST FRieNDS... SHe JuST DoeSN'T KNoW iT YeT... iF SHe eVeR GeTS To MeeT Me N TeeNa, i KNoW SHe WiLL JuST FaLL iNTo ouR FRieNDSHiP... iNSTaNTLy... aND WiTHouT THe NeeD FoR THouGHT oR ReaSoN... SHe WiLL Be oNe oF uS... (eViL LauGH)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8396900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8396900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8396900' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-8369383</id><published>2002-01-03T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T14:45:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:ive walked in time and again... passed that counter without a care... as he watched my every move... i had not yet been aware of his existence... i know not why... for he stands out from the cookie cutter crowd... but he has seen me look past him... funny how even the first time i took note of his presence, he didnt interest me one bit... until he smiled... i was so self-involved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8369383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8369383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8369383' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8366648</id><published>2002-01-02T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T22:36:01.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i think we kind of talked it out... but it still doesnt look promising... i dont see the hope thats usually waiting for me at the of the rainbow right after a shower... i know you are shedding your red tears... do you like me to bleed? to feel this pain that you grant me each day... i want to believe that you love me... cuz you can convince me sometimes... i know your past actions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8366648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8366648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8366648' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8352413</id><published>2002-01-02T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T13:06:18.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:its happening again... the stupid lying that comes with being with him... and his stubborn mentality... i bet in his mind, he thinks he is right... and that HE of all people is the one with the right to be angry... but i caught him in yet another lie that he has told me AND made him see how he'd feel if he were in my place... he doesnt understand but i will always have that cheating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8352413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8352413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8352413' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8335891</id><published>2002-01-01T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T21:42:11.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,It's been awhile since I have poured out my endless badluck to you. The holidays.. some people think they are just great,to me.. they are a killer. FAMILY BLAAAAAAa. Actualy I got everything I wanted and more and I love my family but as they say"too much drama" Yeah I got to see "steve" I like him so much and"joe" I talked to him alot as I always do.I  just feel empty.... like part of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8335891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8335891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8335891' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-8292786</id><published>2001-12-31T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T00:04:25.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart: has anything really changed except the title...? well i feel a little more secure, i suppose... but thas about all... im kinda giving him the benefit of the doubt that he wont hurt me... that now we have the committment, he wont do.. that... so yes... many dissapprove... "once a cheater, always a cheater" they say... or... "he cheats you once, its his fault; he cheats you twice, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8292786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8292786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8292786' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8292422</id><published>2001-12-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-30T23:38:55.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:iT WaS My BiRTHDaY PaRTy YeSTeRDaY... iT WaS a NoT aS SPeCTaCuLaR, SPeCTaCuLaR aS i THouGHT iT WouLD Be... BuT NeVeRTHeLeSS... VeRY aWeSoMe... MiLeS GaVe Me a KiSS oN THe CHeeK aND i WoNDeR iF My eSCoRT GoT a TaD BiT JeaLouS... WeLL, He CLaiMS i FLiRTeD "SoMeTiMeS"... THe DaNCe WiTH MR. SaNToS WaS LaBeLeD "CuTe" By SPeCTaToRS... THeY CLaiM He WaS THe oNLy oNe i PuT My aRMS aRouND aND </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8292422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8292422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8292422' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8203859</id><published>2001-12-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-26T23:49:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:the previous entree is, as of now, null and void... cuz he asked me to be his girlfriend again... yesss! hahaha... i cant freaking believe it! im like so happy tis not even funny... but i guess we still need to talk about stuff... this kinda happened spontaneously... but i dont mind one damn bit... hehe... i didnt even say "yes"... i said "ok"... teeheehee... i have a boyfriend... i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8203859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8203859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8203859' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8202476</id><published>2001-12-26T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-26T23:57:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:finally i am able to write... the thought of what to write in this thing has been plaguing me all day... how in the world was i gonna explain what was churning inside of me... my feeling of overwhelming emptiness... today is supposed to by 16th month anniversary... "this is the longest i've ever been with anyone"... and i thought... we arent even together... we havent been for 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8202476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8202476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8202476' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8166324</id><published>2001-12-24T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:35:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:alanis morisette lyrics generatorwhat i have created:"i think" (about joe)I Think flirty computer software salesmen are really a huge problemI Think joe's smiles are too much on my mindI Think final fantasies have got a lot to do with why the world sucksBut what can you do?//Like a brown rain, beating down on meLike a toni morrison line, which won't let go of my brainLike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8166324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8166324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8166324' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8148793</id><published>2001-12-23T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T13:01:46.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dearest heart:i know you're breaking... and i don't know if i should cry or laugh... joe is getting back with his ex girlfriend... they had breakfast this morning "and yeah"... i dont care... i shouldnt care... cuz im about to do the same... so why does it hurt me so? i dont understnad... just yesterday he said i looked good and he was happy to see me... i guess i misinterpreted that... im such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8148793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8148793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8148793' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8137878</id><published>2001-12-22T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:34:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:is it just me or am i the only one writing in this thing? damsel AND pink are gone... sheesh... well anyway... im in major confusion... im in love with him yet im unmistakenly attracted to joe... i just saw his smile and thought i could melt in his mouth and not in his hands... hehe... seriously... it was perfection... but i do have a new obsession... legolas... or orlando bloom from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8137878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8137878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8137878' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8093541</id><published>2001-12-20T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T22:13:37.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:where the hell is pink? hah! well anyway, i think i have been diagnosed with PMS... once again... ugh! ive just been so damn emotional lately... but he came today... and you don't understand how much my heart fluttered... with its little wings beating against my chest... as we were lying there, i realized how much i loved that boy... i do... it was like falling in love with him all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8093541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8093541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8093541' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8066680</id><published>2001-12-19T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T23:14:00.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:things with joe are ok... he was looking forward to seeing me too but he wasnt working... grr... but "him" has been a major ass today... he swears he hates flaking... well he's been doing it for so much... giving me up for his friends... or hw would rather go to work than see me... im not that important to him anymore anyway... so i guess im used to it... but today he was bugging me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8066680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8066680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8066680' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-8009409</id><published>2001-12-17T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T21:52:13.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:im content today... i got to see his smile... *SMILE*... hehe... i wonder if he'll call tonight... i hope so... he has the cutest laugh in the world... and there might not be a chance with him and the X after all... so yipee yayey... he was wondering if i was gonna visit him today cuz "he hasn't seen me since friday"... AWW! aint that just the cutest thing anyone can ever say? he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8009409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/8009409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8009409' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7970515</id><published>2001-12-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-16T09:12:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i need not be a stalker any further... but i need a watch with a camera.. hehe... my gear would be completo! i feel so... i cant explain it... content... so hakuna matata like... what a wonderful pharse... i talked to him... i cant wait to be able to see him this weekend... cant write anything too specific before others begin to suspect... cant let anyone find out... must keep secret.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7970515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7970515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7970515' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7945501</id><published>2001-12-14T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-16T10:32:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaReST HeaRT:GoD iS o-So-VeRY NiCe To Me... i CaN'T BeLieVe THiS iS HaPPeNiNG... i WaNNa PiNCH MySeLF... HeHe... HaPPy aNNiVeRSaRy To C n C... JuST HaD To GiVe THaT LiL SHouT ouT... WeLL, NeeD To GeT BaCK To LiFe... WRiTe LaTeR... Bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7945501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7945501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7945501' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7918806</id><published>2001-12-13T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T22:24:31.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i am the most awesome stalker in the world!! since he wasn't there today... we tried to find out when he was going to next... here's how... (pay attention chickidees! you might learn a lil sumthing from a pro) 1. we stepped outside of the store2. took the handy dandy cell phone and called the store3. deepened my voice 4. asked if he as there using his full name5. then asked when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7918806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7918806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7918806' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7879616</id><published>2001-12-12T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T15:51:33.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:you're probably thinking... "an update SO soon?" and im happy to announce that the answer is yes! the best stalker in the world just found out he worked on wednesdays too... just joe and john at the store... it was a short visit... i think he was talking about some girl... like where is she? it could have been me... but he went outside to what seemed like he was chasing someone... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7879616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7879616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7879616' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7859586</id><published>2001-12-11T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T23:31:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:this is for a certain computer software salesman... when you walked into my world, i was someone else's girl... everytime you look in my eyes... all that i felt... somehow dies... No no no no!  can't you see what you're doing to me? don't look at me with that smile... don't act like everything's fine... stop putting dreams in my head... when I should've thought of him instead... when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7859586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7859586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7859586' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7849051</id><published>2001-12-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T15:55:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Heart,I think it goes somethin like this... But I changed it to fit me and we'll just say this is about Mr.HAINES"would you look at him as he looks at mehe's got me thinkin about him constantlybut he don't know how I feeland as he carries on without a doubtI wonder if he's figured outI'm crazy for this guy"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7849051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7849051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7849051' title=''/><author><name>DaMseL</name><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-3158978.post-7827750</id><published>2001-12-10T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T23:03:54.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:Be careful of your thoughts, they lead to words.  Be careful of the words you speak, they lead to your actions.  Be careful of your actions, they lead to your habits.  Be careful of your habits, they characterize you as a person.  And your character leads to your destiny...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7827750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7827750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7827750' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-7827277</id><published>2001-12-10T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:37:37.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i read pink's article... holy crud, man! im in an abusive relationship?!  WTH?! i actually got 4 of those damn symptoms or whatever they are... that really sucks... i dont want to be a victim... and why cant i see that i am... why would he do that to me... does he even realize what he's doing... his hurting... but lately... it's been so laid back, its not even funny... we hardly talk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7827277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7827277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7827277' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7794423</id><published>2001-12-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-09T22:07:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:today was just grand!! *smile* look at this retard grin on my face... "joe"... oh goodnes... his intense stare... i dont even know the color of his eyes... just the fact that they were drilling into me... what is it about you that makes me forget all else? love at first site... what an incredibly stupid concept... so why does it feel like it just happened to me? ok i don't love him..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7794423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7794423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7794423' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7773886</id><published>2001-12-09T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-09T02:34:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:i WaS ReaDiNG SoMeTHiNG iN PSyCH aND FouND aN iNTeReSTiNG aRTiCLe oN aBuSiVe ReLaTioNSHiPS... ReaD THiS:Women are expected to give and forgive more in a relationship than men are. In order to keep things smoothly and keep a man happy, women usually make more compromises. (THiS iS QuiTe TRue iN My CaSe) The pattern of abuse is cyclical. First, there is a buildup tension, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7773886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7773886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7773886' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-7749617</id><published>2001-12-08T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-08T00:03:42.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:i just read someone profile... its so cute... a guy dedicating sumthing to his girlfriend... how often do you see that on a profile? if only he did that... then i'd feel a little worth something... To my girlfriend....I'll be there for you, be there for me when we need eachother.  For in my eyes, there is NO other, than you.  I love you with all my heart Katie, all my heart.or i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7749617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7749617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7749617' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7715638</id><published>2001-12-06T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T19:53:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear heart:this is hilarious... but i think im more of a bitch than that... hehe... for my results... im gonna do 6 people in my life... 5 more to go, i guess... that's not a lot of people... i feel proud of myself... at least im not a SLUT like sumone... hahahah(!!)... but of those people... they are all male... thank god... im really not an "unthinkable"... and i will love three of them... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7715638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7715638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7715638' title=''/><author><name>SiNFuL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04120803348745564464</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-3158978.post-7714125</id><published>2001-12-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T18:33:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:i TooK SoMe iNCReDiBLy aMuSiNG TeSTS.... LooK WuT i aM! aND iN My LiFe... i'LL eND uP WiTH 12 LoVeRS... 1 FeMaLe aND THe ReST MaLe... BiG iCK!!... BuT Ya... THe SuCKy PaRT iS THaT i'LL LoVe oNLy oNe FRoM THaT LiST... HoPe THaT'S My 12th MaN...aND We CaN MaRRy HaPPiLy eVeR aFTeR iF He DoeSN'T MiND a SLuT WiFe... HaHa... i ReaLLy aM NoT a SLuT... (SHuT uP! i'M NoT!) GueSS THiS MeaNS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7714125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7714125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7714125' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158978.post-7657927</id><published>2001-12-04T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T23:24:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DeaR HeaRT:SiN BRouGHT uP a GooD PoiNT... WHeN WaS THe LaST TiMe YouR CuRReNT LoVe MaDe You FeeL GooD?  oR BeauTiFuL? oR MaDe You FeeL LiKe You WeRe WoRTH SoMeTHiNG... aNyTHiNG!!  WeLL THiS GoeS ouT To aLL THe GuYS ouT THeRe... a LiL aDViCe...ReMeMBeR To...:~tell her she's beautiful ~show up on her doorstep and suprise her when she feels down~call her just to say "i love you"~mean it when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7657927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158978/posts/default/7657927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luvsux.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7657927' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i126/pinklunatik/hair.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
