<?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-5093855</id><updated>2011-11-23T17:56:47.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Kelly</title><subtitle type='html'>Because I can't wait to find out what's wrong with me so I can say this is the way I use to be - John Mayer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111527127504785610</id><published>2005-05-05T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:34:35.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was nice</title><summary type='text'>Today I talked to a guy on the phone.  Maybe not note worthy to many people but to me it made my day.I don't foresee us dating. I'm really not interested. But it was nice to talk to someone who was wanting to talk to me for me.  Because he liked my art work.  Because he thought my journal was funny.  He wanted to talk to me for me.  And not who I was friend's with.Amazing but true.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111527127504785610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111527127504785610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/05/that-was-nice.html' title='That was nice'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111514023062313735</id><published>2005-05-03T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:10:30.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing...</title><summary type='text'>Here lately, I can't get "Something's Missing" by John Mayer out of my head.  It's just how I feel; "And I don't know what it is."Anyway, this was an outro from a show that ellablue2 on MSM transcribed:Your favorite john quotes!! - www.ezboard.com Something's Missing outro from March 26, 2004:  "...something’s missing and I don’t know how I’m ever gonna fix it, something’s always missing </summary><link rel='related' href='http://p090.ezboard.com/fjohnmayer3640frm1.showMessageRange?topicID=8346.topic&amp;start=921&amp;stop=933' title='Something&apos;s missing...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111514023062313735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111514023062313735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/05/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s missing...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111500322208209683</id><published>2005-05-01T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:07:02.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start a rumor!</title><summary type='text'>Things to ponder:* John is playing Herbie Hancock shows on June 8th and 9th.  So far he is off the 10th.  His next play date is the 11th in Memphis.  Could there be a secret blues show in Memphis? Hmmmmmmm.* DRH is playing City Stages a week later.  I wonder if there could be a possible John sit in.Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111500322208209683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111500322208209683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-start-rumor.html' title='Let&apos;s start a rumor!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111500000606423241</id><published>2005-05-01T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:13:26.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know.</title><summary type='text'>HoustonChronicle.com - Horoscope: "SCORPIO (Oct. 24-Nov. 21). To the rest of the world, yours is a perfect relationship. If only you were as confident in it. Despite your insecurities, your partner is with you for all the right reasons, love being first on a long list. "So maybe it's not referencing a "romantical relationship" but I guess it could be applied to a friendship.Every relationship</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.chron.com/content/chronicle/horoscope/index.html' title='I know, I know.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111500000606423241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111500000606423241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111490400123265333</id><published>2005-04-30T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:33:21.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.I'm tired of over analyzing every detail of every conversation, confrontation and situation.  I'm tired of weighing every word, glance, action, and tone.  I'm tired of worrying about relationships that were stable.  I'm tired of replaying every conversation and viewing it from different angles.  I'm tired of dreading going to work when I use to not mind it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111490400123265333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111490400123265333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111490230035759369</id><published>2005-04-30T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:05:00.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memegen 5.0 - The ultimate quiz factory.</title><summary type='text'>Your love is... by ChibiMarronchanYour name is...Your kiss is...mysteriousYour hugs are...friendlyYour eyes...sparkle like the starsYour touch is...irresistableYour smell is...amazingYour smile is...hypnotisingYour love is...uniqueQuiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074662660' title='Memegen 5.0 - The ultimate quiz factory.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111490230035759369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111490230035759369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/memegen-50-ultimate-quiz-factory.html' title='Memegen 5.0 - The ultimate quiz factory.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111457727606375000</id><published>2005-04-26T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:47:56.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People who should be shot too</title><summary type='text'>*  People who speak for their kids, have blogs for their kids, and basically live through their kids.  I have never shot a child out of my ass so I may just be a selfish bitch.  But for the love of pete get a life!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111457727606375000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111457727606375000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/people-who-should-be-shot-too.html' title='People who should be shot too'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111457679983918711</id><published>2005-04-26T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:39:59.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU!  Out of the gene pool!</title><summary type='text'>The following people should be shot:*  People who talk on their cell phones while in the check out lane.  These people are always food stamp card wielding people.  They don't have enough money to buy their child food because the prepaid track phone is hella important!*  Anyone who wears a mullet other than Bono.  Especially people who try to stylize the mullet.  Also, anyone who insist that "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111457679983918711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111457679983918711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-out-of-gene-pool.html' title='YOU!  Out of the gene pool!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111453213096083325</id><published>2005-04-26T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:15:30.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals suck</title><summary type='text'>I love the fact that I've known what is due next Monday since January.  So when I am doing the bulk of my work?  Right now before I go to work.I love/hate me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111453213096083325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111453213096083325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/finals-suck.html' title='Finals suck'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111445171977425864</id><published>2005-04-25T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:55:19.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But on the other hand....</title><summary type='text'>My ears hurt from these damn ear buds.  That and I'm wanting to jump up and down to Bigger than my Body but I do believe the "Know it alls who hate know it alls" would look at me odd.OH well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111445171977425864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111445171977425864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/but-on-other-hand.html' title='But on the other hand....'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111444924760618900</id><published>2005-04-25T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:14:07.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for iPod</title><summary type='text'>Today is the last week before portfolios are due.  Therefore all of the slackers are in here trying to do a semesters worth of work in a week.  And by "slackers" I mean the people around me, not me.  No I'm not a "slacker" per se.  I just took many "culture enrichment trips" during the year.And by culture enrichment I mean I skipped class many many many times.So, anyway, I'm in here listening</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111444924760618900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111444924760618900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-god-for-ipod.html' title='Thank God for iPod'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-111267163829151231</id><published>2005-04-04T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:27:18.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><summary type='text'>I like MySpace but it seems lame all at the same time.  I think I will come back to blogger full time.As though I was ever full time :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111267163829151231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/111267163829151231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2005/04/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-110239384113183107</id><published>2004-12-06T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:30:41.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace.com</title><summary type='text'>Myspace.comJust an addition to my blogenjoy</summary><link rel='related' href='http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog' title='Myspace.com'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/110239384113183107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/110239384113183107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/12/myspacecom.html' title='Myspace.com'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109971480540218925</id><published>2004-11-05T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:20:05.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><summary type='text'>(I am up loading journal entries from other sites to this one.  So I will have one place to find everything and so you can see it. -K)Dear self,  You should seriously be in bed.  But you aren't.  You are on the computer.  Why are you on the computer?  Why are you still awake?  Do you know you have to go to work tomorrow?  Do you know what TIME you have to clock in?  7:30!  As in A.M.!  As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109971480540218925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109971480540218925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/11/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109781215404396533</id><published>2004-10-14T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:49:14.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><summary type='text'>Just because I am a Christian, doesn't mean I'm a Republican.Just because I am not a Republican, doesn't mean I am a Democrat.Just because I am an American, does not mean I support a war.Just because I am against war, doesn't mean I don't support our troops.Just because I am a woman, does not mean I am pro choice.Just because I am pro-life, does not mean I am anti-contraceptives.Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109781215404396533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109781215404396533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109763554796496132</id><published>2004-10-12T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:45:47.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ear things</title><summary type='text'>I have 1554 songs in itunes and I don't want to hear any of them.  I'm a little burned out on John right now.  I just want to hear something new.  Something different.  But I don't know what that  means.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109763554796496132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109763554796496132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/ear-things.html' title='ear things'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109746351211250684</id><published>2004-10-10T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:58:32.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you can't tell, I'm bored. Horoscopes@SWOON: I'm a Sheep?" Artistic, romantic and lovable. You Sheep are big dreamers who like things to go smoothly.                                                                                                         POINTS OF PRIDE: Sheep are the Good Samaritans of the Chinese zodiac. Talented and responsible, you expect perfection from yourself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109746351211250684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109746351211250684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/if-you-cant-tell-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109746335563620864</id><published>2004-10-10T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:55:55.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My astrological profile via www.swoon.comYou tend to think of yourself as an emotional wreck, but there's a logical explanation for your obsessiveness. You're intensely emotional and mystically sexual (oh, those eyes!). No need to apologize. The key to your spiritual maintenance is finding healthful outlets for your passion, creativity, artistry and sensitivity. Yours is perhaps the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109746335563620864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109746335563620864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-astrological-profile-via-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109746318461675966</id><published>2004-10-10T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:53:04.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So many people believe they are the only person in the world.  That the world literally revolves around them.  They lives in total disregard to the people around them.  They pay no attention if their child is screaming in the middle of the store while they flip through hair color.  They park buggies in the middle of the aisle to look at something on another aisle.  How do people live like that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109746318461675966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109746318461675966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-many-people-believe-they-are-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109739037358485173</id><published>2004-10-10T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T01:39:33.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In every dream I have, the role of me is played by a skinnier version of me.  Not stick skinny scary but a smaller more curvy version of me with longer curly hair.  Here I am, trying to give curvy women everywhere a good name and my own self image is distorted.:sigh:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109739037358485173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109739037358485173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-every-dream-i-have-role-of-me-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5093855.post-109729709015428348</id><published>2004-10-08T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:44:50.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end of the world occurs nightly at 2 am. That's when all oppressed thoughts come busting in. My mom would say, "You just need some sleep." But the problem is I can't turn off me.  Every failure, every bad dream, every false move, Every wrong turn, bad decision, every picture of you, Resurrects nightly in a sordid picture show My insecurities in a starring role   Shoulda Woulda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109729709015428348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5093855/posts/default/109729709015428348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hapygrl.blogspot.com/2004/10/end-of-world-occurs-nightly-at-2-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10086682893154610003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/hapygrl/autumn.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
