<?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-5394636</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:47:52.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Everythings Made To Be Broken, I Just Want You To Know Who I Am</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394636.post-107180234253208584</id><published>2003-12-18T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:53:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grr i got a new blog cuz this one is a douche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dearloneliness.blogdrive.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107180234253208584?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107180234253208584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107180234253208584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107180234253208584' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107137377800835734</id><published>2003-12-13T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T22:50:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; wow lol im a really zoney person. i just stared at this blank screen for like 10 min. so i was sick all day, and it really upset me cuz i had alot of plans like oging to the shows and hanging out with lacey. but of course i had to be deadly sick. i did get to talk to ben all day. and that made me incredibly happy. *mwah* ben u r sooo sweet. my dog just winked at me lol. lovely. joh came over today and we chilled, he thought he could fix my guitar but HA. i told him it was really broke. its ok though. thats all i have to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107137377800835734?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107137377800835734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107137377800835734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107137377800835734' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107129117726926282</id><published>2003-12-12T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T23:54:04.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; haven't wrote in here forever like usual lol. well i have met my dream man, via webcam and telephone. hes a fag and has to be in the air force though lol. ;) just joking ben. ur the shit. i think i would actually marry him... guys u know how amaizng that is for me to say that. well not much has been going on, im sick as shit and i am eating tomato sauce, and yes that means my throat swells lol.  scott ur a dumb shit for running into a snow bank.. who does that anyway :) ok so it has taken me an hour to get this far. i would just like to say. that troy... i can't wait to see ur hair and well laughi n ur face lol. and tim..  thats all. and BENNNNNN i just wanted to say, u r soo sexy and i can't wait till u get out of that fuckin air force to come cuddle with me! u r an amazing guy, hehehe  i love you ben. L is for the way u look at me, O is for the only one i see, V is very very extraordinary, E  is even more than anyone that you adore.. *MWAH*&lt;br /&gt;keep it real home dawg... and keep that monster content&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107129117726926282?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107129117726926282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107129117726926282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107129117726926282' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107068175734430373</id><published>2003-12-05T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:36:55.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Haha msn is being a shit. keeps signing me out and shit, so i can't talk on there right now :(. we got lots and lots of snow. and i have never seen my step dad soo happy, cuz he got to use the snowblower.. and for some odd reason, pry one i dont' wanna know.. he loves that thing.  our cat is in massive heat. lacey i know u love to know that considering u like to play with my cat when it likes to hump you. so far it has attacked everyone in this house, but me.. im scared to sleep tonite lol. im allowing jess and ryan to sleep in my bed tonite and im sleeping downstairs... cuz im nice like that. actually my room is fuckin cold tonite, so im just telling them im being nice when really i just want the couch. i can't wait for the show tommorow. its gonna be amazing.  ewww my family is lame. i have a car, no license.. so basically im shit out of luck for a ride anywhere lol. dude today i got checked out by a rentway man, and a retard blew me a kiss. literally retarded man.. joey. i went home early cuz my uterus is a bitch and likes to shed its,stuff, really painfully. but the time i was in school i had alot of fun. i got to walk over to the votech with alex.. hes very hot. i told him i wanted to hump him, and he seemed pretty cool with that lol. my mom was stupid and bought me a really awesome jacket that has fur on it that looks like my chinchilla lol. kiki will forever hate me.. oh yes. so back to my day. so i got to see alex... mmm.. and then i got to go to marketing lol where we went on a field trip.. i love my marketing buddies. we got to ride in the big orange van on the way there, it was cool. had a weird odor. but it was cool. there they gave us as much coffee as we wanted adn by the end of that we were all literally spazzing out. so we decided it was mrs smocks turn to deal wtih us lol. so we annoyed her the whole time on the way back and mike and the rest of the tards waved at the stupid people who wake up before 11 when they don't even have to? i mean who does that anyway? ahh im psyched about this show tommorow. maybe i can drag alex into going with me.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107068175734430373?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107068175734430373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107068175734430373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107068175734430373' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107049725842910006</id><published>2003-12-03T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T19:21:54.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; today was a pretty cool day. you know what i realized. i realized that it makes me feel really good when tom dempsey(sorry bout spelling that wrong tom)  tells me im sexy and how beautiful i am. cuz i sometimes i doubt myself.. me and destany are just chillin eating rice and listening to ac/dc.  p-nut u are amazing guy. hopefully sometime i can look in ur eyes and see what u see in me.. cuz last time i had teary eyes from someone lol. *TACKLE HUG* man guys im raggin it, and my belly is soo cramped up i could scream.  i decided that i am actually happy today.. which is rare lately. maybe its cuz i finally started my period and pmsing blows.  dude marketing blows cuz these two kids like make out in the display cases and its just sad lol. OUCHHHHHH cat just attacked my ass! i felt bad for lacey today cuz her face hurts.. i know it kills us too but it was hurting her too lol. oopsy i just remembered that i have bunnies  lol. that blows. they just might be dead by now. KImmy got yelled at today  hahaha kimmy. loser   CHRISTMAS SHOWS ARE ON AND IM MISSING THEM. im outta here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107049725842910006?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107049725842910006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107049725842910006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107049725842910006' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107041006242159647</id><published>2003-12-02T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T19:08:36.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ok so troy says i shoudl write something positive. so here i am laughing my ass off with stephanie, remembering our good old friend nates wonderful fall. lol so we were all sitting in the hot tub. well steph and nate and lacey were all wrestling around while me and tim just sat there staring at each other, wondering when it would end. and steph splashed nate in the face.. harsh i know lol. and nate "stomps" out of a hot tub .. which is hard enough u know since its water... but it i forget to mention that it had been snowing since we got there and the snow and the water we splashed out had made a lovely falling place for nate. so he gets to the second step and all u here is AGHJFKDHJfkhjkajhfkj. *nate noise* and nate casually gets up and stomps up to his room. then when he finally decided to come in, he said he fell on purpose "who randomly falls anyway" lol  . i love christmas songs. they are soo happy and full of cheer. today i made ramon noodles and ate them with pete while stephanie the whore fell out of my computer chair 60 times. steph says i finally have some color back in my face. that could be cuz i was hanging upside down trying to fix the tree, but u know... whatever. lol im happy just knowing she thinks im happy lol. when i actually am slightly happy. troy and i talked a few things out, though we really haven't talked since he woke up. wow, i zoned for a min thinking about the christmas song in the background. stupid destany lost her hanson christmas cd. hahahahahahahahahahaha now i keep remembering nates falling. mmm me and steph are both pms'ing so u can imagine the love for chocolate in this room right now. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107041006242159647?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107041006242159647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107041006242159647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107041006242159647' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107038633884232388</id><published>2003-12-02T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T12:33:13.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i love this song... mad world. its amazing. im feeling alittle better. im happy i didn't go to school cuz im just not in the mood to deal with people. my mom was sweet and let me put up the christmas tree, which makes me alot happier. its snowing too and its looks so beautiful. i look horrible, my eyes are so swelled and red. i keep having such bad dreams when i do finally fall asleep. last nite i had a dream iraq took over and those bastards stuck us in lines and killed us! this song makes me way too emotional "hows it gonna be" the words just fit soo well with the way i felt as me and troy argued about everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we fighting for, &lt;br /&gt;When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder, &lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I'm going to miss, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be, When you don't know me, &lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be, When you're sure I'm not there, &lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to, &lt;br /&gt;Between you and me, 'Cause I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be,&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match, &lt;br /&gt;Sharp as a thumbnail scratch, &lt;br /&gt;A silence I can't ignore, &lt;br /&gt;Like . . The hammock by the doorway we spent time in, Swing empty, &lt;br /&gt;don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be, When it goes down, &lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be, When you're not around, &lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be, When you find out there was nothing, &lt;br /&gt;Between you and me, 'Cause I don't care, &lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going to be &lt;br /&gt;When you don't know me, any more &lt;br /&gt;And How's it going to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="16"&gt;Want to get myself back in again, &lt;br /&gt;The soft dive of oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;Want to taste the salt of your skin &lt;br /&gt;The soft dive of oblivion, oblivion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so confused.. troy i still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107038633884232388?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107038633884232388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107038633884232388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107038633884232388' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-107030709987631133</id><published>2003-12-01T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T14:32:32.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; im not happy... at all. which isn't surprising, its normal for the world to take a big shit on me. i feel like screaming at anything and everything and making my mind diferent. i hate everything about my mind.. i care too much or i dont' care at all. theres no in between. im either down or completely happy.  And now i feel like i have once again dragged troy into this shit that i go through. like he wants to know what i do when im angry. or why im the way i am. i feel like hes slipping away cuz of me.. and only me. im such a bitch and push him away. im too jealous.. yea him and jill were rolling around having a  snowball fight but thats not reason to be jealous... only i was. grr.i mean come on! im crazy. im not pretty enough to find someone that isn't gonna be all closed up and hate me! yea troy maybe u haven't got any from me, but i dont' wannna give any to you right now. i don't love myself how can someone love me? why isn't kisses enough right now?  i can break away from a kiss, but anymore then that and im attached. i don't want to depend on troy. i don't want to cry myself to sleep if he doesn't say he loves me.and most of all i dont' wanna doubt that he wants to be with me.  AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhAHHHHHHHhh life blows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-107030709987631133?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107030709987631133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/107030709987631133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030709987631133' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106972660033168650</id><published>2003-11-24T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:17:23.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1044037794_cturesGrey.JPG" border="0" alt="Info Grey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106972660033168650?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106972660033168650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106972660033168650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972660033168650' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106972590679386905</id><published>2003-11-24T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:05:50.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059512927_deringeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and as many say "Your head is in the clouds." "&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and&lt;br&gt;your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and&lt;br&gt;as many say "Your head is in the&lt;br&gt;clouds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106972590679386905?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106972590679386905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106972590679386905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972590679386905' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106972562300241321</id><published>2003-11-24T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:01:21.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066804824_litaryquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="solitary"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Solitary Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I wake up alone, the shades are still&lt;br&gt;drawn on the cold window pane so they cast&lt;br&gt;their lines on my bed and lines on my&lt;br&gt;face."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,&lt;br&gt;melancholy, and patience.  It is governed by&lt;br&gt;the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,&lt;br&gt;or Unrequited Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a&lt;br&gt;hopeless romantic.  You desire love and have so&lt;br&gt;much love to give, but thing just never seem to&lt;br&gt;work out the way you want them to.  In life,&lt;br&gt;you can be very optomistic, even when things&lt;br&gt;are gray and nothing works out to your&lt;br&gt;expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106972562300241321?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106972562300241321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106972562300241321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972562300241321' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106964153685421677</id><published>2003-11-23T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:39:37.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; this weekend was awesome. lets see friday lacey came over, and we chilled for a while and ryan and jess came over... hmm then troy came over. and i had alot of fun. saturday i think lacey and i were incredibly bored.. yeppw e were, and we went to sleep at like 9 lol. how lame is that. then today i realized hey i just might want to dye my hair black, so here i am with jet black hair and pale ass skin lol. but thats life. now everyone tells me they loved my blonde hair.. amazing.. i hated it with a passion. I love troy. he is amazing. troy... *hunny u r my shining star, don't u go away* lol i actually sang that as i typed. shows my loserness. damn it smells like cat piss in here. my ears hurt soo bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106964153685421677?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106964153685421677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106964153685421677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106964153685421677' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106946989099007821</id><published>2003-11-21T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T21:58:49.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ew i just totally coughed adn it tasted like blood.. real healthy. hmm troy boy just left.. i guess i had a good time. i hope this hole in ym face doesn't scar... i want mcdonalds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106946989099007821?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106946989099007821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106946989099007821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106946989099007821' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106938308217065813</id><published>2003-11-20T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:51:59.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; oh damn guess who is horny..  yepp me . lol this mission to get everything i need for my guitar is never ending.. sometimes i feel like just throwing the guitar into a wall, going over to  staples... buy a mic and just make guitar noises with my mouth.. cuz damn it, it would save me tons! AHHHHHHHH &lt;font size="16"&gt; i love troy, to the moon and back &lt;/font&gt; hahahaha i just burped soo fuckin loud! lets see... to everyone who knows about the red candle that refuses to burn.. it reignites itself now.. lol. oh damn im tired.. troy sleeps too much... he is always sleepingg! isn't that crazy. i have the amazing ability to stare for 20 min at absolutly nothing and be completely content .but then other times i can't sit for 2 sec. wow i just realized i have a bit of an obsession with the number 2 right now. *yawning* im actually so bored i could sleep i think. i found a tv show i can actually watch... tru calling. its amazing! and then i also found a show i laughed at incredibly.... so what are the requirements in wicca to make someone freeze.. cuz damn charmed seems to do it alot.. i think i despise that show. lemme check, yup i do. i defiantly need to stop clicking lol i click way toooo much. Troy... see i wrote about u, cuz i love you hun. and if u were here rightnow i would hump you... alot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106938308217065813?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106938308217065813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106938308217065813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106938308217065813' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-10693651509970303</id><published>2003-11-20T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:53:07.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; my mom is being dumb. she doesn't think that casual sex is ok.... but i think its fine. god gave me a vagina, and im to use it.  im bored. my om is standing here reading this, and she is ashamed in me.. but i have raging hormones... and i can't help it... shes being sooo retarded.... yea, lacey is beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-10693651509970303?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/10693651509970303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/10693651509970303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#10693651509970303' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106891245086855652</id><published>2003-11-15T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T11:08:01.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i haven't wrote for a while so ill update on my week..&lt;br /&gt;yea it was boring&lt;br /&gt;lol thats all about my week. Yesterday was cool Rachel came over and we just chilled. i just now realized i have a fuckin cat farm here lol. 6 kitty's. I hate cats lol. im listening to michelle branch lol. Im soo tired and im supposed to call troy soon or something.  Poor cat, it has had difficultys ever since it inhaled that liquid air freshner. lol. Theres no more snow... and it makes me kinda happy, cuz its soo miserable when there is snow! everything looks sooo muddy and nasty when it melts though. I wrote 2 more songs lol but im not putting them on here. u will just have to wait till taken cadences next show to hear em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106891245086855652?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106891245086855652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106891245086855652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106891245086855652' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106857300899822550</id><published>2003-11-11T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:51:42.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt; i know its hard to keep going when u spend ur day staring at the flickering light bulbs and then find urself left with nothing but a burned out lightbulb and a blank stare. &lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to cope when i lay out every word dieing in my mind only to watch it burn right in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;And i keep screaming at nothing but walls and waiting for them to whisper a silent reply, and maybe offer a hug to comfort some little piece of me thats dieing for affection.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its attention i crave, just knowing that somebody with a blurry mind can look at me sanely.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been left standing with smudged eyeliner  and an empty suitcase full of tears waiting for some trip called love to pick me up and drive right over a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;but i still grab on sooo tight, like its worth something, like im something more then a body with a vagina. maybe a body with heart... &lt;br /&gt;And i get sooo wrapped up in finding something, that i actually think that a piece of red muscle called the heart actuallly has feeling, when its soul purpose is to keep me alive, though most of the time it breaks me and leaves me screaming out for something.&lt;br /&gt;My minds a crazy fuckin thing, a place for words to fall into and then sit there for years just trying to find their way out, trying to find their sanity&lt;br /&gt;I find myself laughing at the things we shed tears for, and crying for what should heal, cuz i know neither. pain nor love. those extremes have been meant, but my mind shoos them away.. &lt;br /&gt;oh wait i think i may have found one thing, but hes just waiting for me to loosen the chain and run away along wtih of course my heart.&lt;br /&gt;a guilty conscious is what im here with, knowing that i drag every man in, letting them think that i wont' love them, that i won't only spend every second thinking about how much i hate myself for thinking a thought such as "hey they might actually love you". &lt;br /&gt;When im alone i hear someone screaming they need me, and im still searching for the person, that person needs me, and not me needing them. So again i spit out every random phrase that whispers faintly in my mind, maybe the voice will find me, then i will walk alone but sanely together with my mind and heart put back gently in place by a made up character, to rescue me from the pain and screw in a new light bulb.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106857300899822550?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106857300899822550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106857300899822550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106857300899822550' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106842787807329989</id><published>2003-11-09T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T20:31:40.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; this weekend was awesome. Friday i went to the awesome show at the uu, and i go to hang out with troy boy. but i had massive cramps so i really didn't get into the bands that much.*burp* then saturday was alex's birthday so troy and alex came over and we had brownies and laid around and watched tv. thats pretty much all we did other then look at the moon which was defiantly awesome. Overall it was a whole lot of fun. Then today lacey and i went over to kats house for a band practice, but see we didn't practice cuz we all didn't feel like it, plus we had some issues we had to talk through.Troy is lame online, i think he needs to smash his face into the computer screen and &lt;font size="18"&gt; WAKE UPPPPPPPPPPP TROYYYY ...YOUR BEING BORING  ASSNUT&lt;/font&gt;today tom got mad at me.. something about brandy.. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106842787807329989?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106842787807329989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106842787807329989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106842787807329989' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106817432750620477</id><published>2003-11-06T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T22:07:54.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; *cat in my pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troy is beautiful. i watched tru calling today and started crying cuz her true love died :( and i was soo damn sad.  then i laughed . *hiccup*  im a hot cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRoy is my hot lova&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106817432750620477?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106817432750620477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106817432750620477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106817432750620477' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106805550648176145</id><published>2003-11-05T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T13:05:23.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I think im gonna go drive the 4 wheeler again. woohoo that would be some good fun. Man im bored out of my freakin mind! i think im gonna throw up with boredom. i haev some money so as soon as i find someone who likes chinese I WANT CHINESE FOOD! Ahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106805550648176145?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106805550648176145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106805550648176145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106805550648176145' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106799714258925865</id><published>2003-11-04T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:52:38.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; dude i think everyone should defiantly know how retarded my family is. &lt;br /&gt;well my youngest sister finds it absolutely hilarious to hit our tiny jack russel drugged out on prozac with her "going to grandmas" suitcase. What a sweet gurl.  Then destany the genius little shit she is slammed our 4 wheeler into my moms just painted car lol and left 2 lovely holes in it. lol.  i find this absolutely hilarious cuz my whole family is cracked out, specially that lacey girl. Dang she is crazy. today me and her were running down the hall to beat mike rich upstairs, and i tried to stop before the end of the hall and i didn't... and slammed into the wall right beside a classroom full of computer kids lol. today i drove the 4 wheeler into a patch of trees lol and thorn bushes, so i got cut up on my arms  :( . Dude alex is pissing me off, i love rachel but god damn, he needs to just shut up about her. and stop talking to her to lacey, hello if he didn't realize lacey didn't enjoy him ignoring her. i got her back man, no one messes with my lacey. You know whos hot. Troy. i love my troy boy. dude, we have 6 cats, 3 of which run outside and roll in the leaves filled with fleas... well guess whos house is now infested. yepp thats right mine.  WAHHHH troyyy get online u douche bag. my cat thinks its gonna get outside, but guess what, its defiantly not going to. i broke my thumb again, but u know what fuck it im not putting a brace on it, it can kiss my lovely ass.total eclipse on saturday nite guys! who thinks we should have a party at my dads, oooo ooo me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106799714258925865?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106799714258925865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106799714258925865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799714258925865' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106791375321390535</id><published>2003-11-03T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:42:48.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Today im at my dads. School was pretty COOL. kimmy thanks a bunch for kicking my stool out from under me, that really helped my ass. lol.  the rest of the day was boring aside from hearing the cable guy have a very relaxed conversation with my family, like they had been best friends for years. lol good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol lacey and i have been really odd lately. Mrs smock thinks i sniff the marker wipes lol. and she thinks lacey and i are massively stoned and weird all day. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106791375321390535?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106791375321390535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106791375321390535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106791375321390535' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106782777309174134</id><published>2003-11-02T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T21:53:14.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; dude i think i have mono again. i have been sleeping an extreme amount! i just woke up again... and i was already sleepign earlier, and damn it i can't stay awake. oh well troy has mono too lol. Well looks like i don't have to worry bout giving it to him :).  hehe so this weekend was cool.Yesterday troy boy came over and so did nate. It was alot of fun, cuz man i love troy. hes awesome, and hes hot lol. Thats always a definant plus. Then he had to leave :( *sniffle* i was sad. but then tim came over with chestnuts lol and we named tims pee pee "little lamb" if he ever asks if u want lamb milk just say no. haha anyway, that was fun, sorry i fell asleep tim, i always have that problem when im tired. Im listening to the get up kids. They make me feel EXCELLENT. "..... UR STILL ALL THAT MATTERSSSSS TO ME". wow, what a change "i hate everything" just came on lol. dude, im so freakin tired. still. ben the retard was supposed to show up, but whatever i don't need stupid him lol. Blah i hate relationships. thats why i try to steer clear of them. but i think at some point here im gonna want something, what if im blowing off every chance i have had to be with someone perfect for me... scary thought. *slaps self* stupid stupid me, someone perfect for me hahahah what a joke. i re broke my thumb today. i didn't do much at all today, i slept and when i finally owke up it was nearly dark so i went out and rode the 4 wheeler around for an hour or two. then i came inside ate and slept again. im doing good at this sleeping thing.  i had to move my bed guys, from the cool place it was, cuz there were little orange flying bugs attacking me as i slept, cuz some people dont' know how to SHUT MY WINDOW. *cough* lacey. &lt;font size="16"&gt;TROY BOY IS A HOTTIE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;* u stop me with your brown eyes , i just don't know what to do, i should just face the facts i have a crush on u, i wanna take u away and find the right things to say, and make u feel the same, and make u scream my NAME*&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106782777309174134?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106782777309174134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106782777309174134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106782777309174134' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106762713637232129</id><published>2003-10-31T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T14:05:47.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt; Sahmain was awesome everything went ok i guess.  WOOHOO I LOVE THOSE GIRLS. Nate is soo greek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106762713637232129?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106762713637232129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106762713637232129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106762713637232129' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106739329730009401</id><published>2003-10-28T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:08:24.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; alot is on my mind right now only im not sure how im gonna get this all out . &lt;br /&gt;I really can't deal with girls. ok a few of them are cool, but the shit that goes on between girls is really immature. I can't stand perfect people.. like people that want everything perfect. i mean i love the people but damn, why r they trying hard to make sure everything rides perfectly on the tracks. If we all walked in a straight line there would be absolutely nothing ot laugh at or improve upon. Im crazy i think. When i wake up in the morning, i pull clothes off my floor or closet and after deciding which one III like best. I put it on and who really gives a rats ass about brushing my hair, who cares lol. i dunno some people make sure every line is perfect, every strand is in place and i just don't think i could ever do that, im just too out there in la la land to care. but after a while of people commenting i start noticing it, and again wondering what the fuck the world is coming to. I could write a song now. i can feel it coming up. not like vomit.. like words lol.i think ill call it, out of place. nah thats too stupid lol i dunno. AH my hands are dry. its crazy. i hate it.  im tired as fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106739329730009401?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106739329730009401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106739329730009401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739329730009401' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106730663360054190</id><published>2003-10-27T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:03:59.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; wooo i wrote a new song. i love it. its called religion around you. its amazing. Anyway, u know i figured out what the worst thing is to me... Dry SKIN! i can't deal with it. Today my stupid chinchilla chewed a hole in its freakin water bottle lol. so now there is this massive hole in it and obviously the water drained out. i showered today, which is just fuckin amazing... i got my school id today.. and its truly amazing, i have themost pissed off look ever lol. *yawn* i think troy is sexy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106730663360054190?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106730663360054190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106730663360054190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730663360054190' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106713421624506172</id><published>2003-10-25T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T22:10:19.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I HATE MY MOM SOMETIMES. SHE IS WITH A HICK ASS FUCKER WHO NEVER MADE IT THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL SO HE CAN RULE MY LIFE U KNOW.&lt;br /&gt; i hate living with them sometimes, im at my dads right now cuz my mom said if i went home she would kill me.. yea isn't that nice? grr i seriously can't stand her at all. she makes me wanna blow my face off, and shove it down toms dirty cavity toothless mouth. he is soo dirty and nasty and he has like 2 teeth! and my mom loves him soo much that she can give up trusting me and listen to what comes out of his mouth cuz hes cool big and bad tom. Fucker. i would love to see him die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106713421624506172?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106713421624506172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106713421624506172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106713421624506172' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106685428898593926</id><published>2003-10-22T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T16:24:48.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Im bored out of my mind man.  Today was awesome though. We had a good time at marketing i think lol.  Lacey and I woke up late this morning because the stupid electric went out in the middle of the nite so we had no alarm go off. Lacey and i wrote a song last nite. its hot. well im bored out of my mind.  goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106685428898593926?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106685428898593926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106685428898593926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106685428898593926' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106670102710975833</id><published>2003-10-20T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T21:50:26.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; guys i just went thru just about something very painful lol.. yea. my little cute pink eyebrow spike broke, cuz im a rough on in the shower lol and it just broke. so i had to get a new one! and its not pink. But my mom told off the wal mart security guard for following her, so it was rather funny. my nose is always cold. maybe im like a dog. my hair is very blonde. today i got to wear a brown awesome wig at the store. And lemme tell u what man, the store was awesome today cuz me as security ROCKS lol. And lacey got yelled at for saying "DUde" but u know mrs smock is dumb sometimes. anyways i don't know what else to say, today was pretty cool for a monday.. i defiantly agree with adam. I got to chill with erinn today. we wrote emo songs and talked about wicca. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106670102710975833?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106670102710975833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106670102710975833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106670102710975833' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106659599530560909</id><published>2003-10-19T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T16:39:54.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt; Alex has extremely smelly gas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106659599530560909?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106659599530560909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106659599530560909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106659599530560909' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106659588323884060</id><published>2003-10-19T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T16:38:02.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, man i don't know bout the rest of the people that came over last nite, but i had a good time lol. cept alexs "everyone hurry up get off the bed, and jump back on" thing didn't work too well lol. i slammed my head off the wall, and got someones foot jammed into my back, so now i can't sit back on chairs cuz it hurts lol. I find it humorous. I got some pretty cool gifts too. They are slamming. Cassie i love you. BAHHH *makes annoying spit noise and then jumps on you and humps* lol. u r truly the worst person to have at your house when u get 2 hours of sleep. Im gonna name all the cool people that came over: &lt;br /&gt;Beaver, Justin, Will, Cassie, Alex, Dom, Nate, Steph, Erinn, and Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time, some more then others.... lol. stephy redyed my hair today. its very white again lol. And no more ugly black roots. I fixed my guitar last nite, well kinda. lol i just took out the front humbucker cuz its a bitch and doesn't work. But its soo out of tune it sounds crappy, i shall tune it soon. My sister is listening to avril lavigne *puts gun to head* yea, it blows. Well im tired as hell. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106659588323884060?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106659588323884060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106659588323884060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106659588323884060' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106644247727795408</id><published>2003-10-17T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T22:01:17.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; today went well. The eyebrow piercing didn't hurt at all. and it only bled for a little while. *yawn* i got 20 dollars and icecream from my dad lol. and my aunt got me a chinchilla. its soo cute. cept the whore bag attacked my wrist , but that happens you know. Dude im tired. I love you all but im too tired to write more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106644247727795408?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106644247727795408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106644247727795408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644247727795408' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106642420251119663</id><published>2003-10-17T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T16:56:41.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="16"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106642420251119663?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106642420251119663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106642420251119663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106642420251119663' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106633357986077091</id><published>2003-10-16T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:46:21.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; So i missed all that school and all i have is 2 pages of math homework lol. Isn't that lame. lol. i mean im not complaining, its just pathetic that thats all we learned lol. Its kinda nice outside, for some reason i feel like running. Maybe i will tell erinn to bring her running shit and we can run. Yea that would be hot. Im getting my eyebrow pierced &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Tommorow is my birthday &lt;/marquee&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOO..  I think i really like p-nut :) hes soo cute. i love him. I have alot of snot man lol. ITs craziness. Well im off to find something ot do. Keep it real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106633357986077091?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106633357986077091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106633357986077091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106633357986077091' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106626915611005293</id><published>2003-10-15T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T21:52:35.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Dude guys im finally freakin feeling better! ITs crazy. I talked to p-nut and i feel better. i think i wanna &lt;s&gt;hump&lt;/s&gt; hug him ALOT. My mom is mad at me. Cuz i told p-nut i was ragging it really bad and so i get to have a pap smear and then be put on the pill. She says i shouldn't tell men im gonna be on the pill lol. Or that im gonna have the doctor examine my vagina area. Aight im sorry im too god damn open sometimes.  I think im a scrog magnet. Do i have "hey lets hump" wrote on me? Guys remember im not down with that little word shirts anymore, they were so last year. Im bored guys. And i have to pee soo bad i can nearly taste it, and these pj pants are satanist and every mans dream, they keep falling down. and i prefer to not wear undies at night. DUde i keep  scratching, and i even showered tonite. I get to go to school tommorow. How sweet is that. I dont' wanna dress up tommorow. I hate marketing bitch mrs smock, sometimes she pisses me off... alot. Specially when she starts talking about her periods to me. Its just not right. Anyway people im bored. I wish p-nut would get online that way i could talk to him :( but he wont' so ill be sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106626915611005293?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106626915611005293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106626915611005293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106626915611005293' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106624012245853346</id><published>2003-10-15T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:48:41.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/typekissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/romantic-kiss.jpg" alt="romantic kiss" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are a Romantic Kiss!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an idealist, and unsurprisingly, you give the ideal kiss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss causes almost anyone to fall in love with you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, you need to be falling a little to let your lips loose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie… your kiss is worth the wait :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/typekissquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Type of Kiss Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106624012245853346?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106624012245853346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106624012245853346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106624012245853346' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106623960006007481</id><published>2003-10-15T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:39:59.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i just went to the doctor. Yay. I have some sort of infection. lol cuz they gave me some antibiotics. I have strep throat too. WOOHOOO. anyway. i have missed so much school im gonna have so much homework. Its crazy. i hate homework. but whatever. Im bored out of my  mind, so if u read this come visit me. Im seriously freakin bored. I got to see a drug bust today.. well not up close, but i got to see the cops block off the road, and the helicopters fly down yea. it was nifty. of course my mom is stupid and didn't know how to detour around that road and stopped the car in the middle of the road and ran over to the cop and asked how to get around.. ok well this cop is in the middle of a drug bust and my mom wants to know how to get around the road lol. Crazy. im gonna tune my acoustic and write lovely emo songs, cuz im lonely. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106623960006007481?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106623960006007481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106623960006007481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106623960006007481' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106615283551560247</id><published>2003-10-14T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:35:21.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EerieFreek/1061473500_ARAGE-GIRL.JPG" border="0" alt="GARAGE GURL - Flirt inna Skirt!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and&lt;br&gt;wild fashions. Youre most at ease when youve&lt;br&gt;got all your mates around you and you like to&lt;br&gt;party. Boys are a game and youre always on the&lt;br&gt;ball because you make sure youre always number&lt;br&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability.&lt;br /&gt;Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for&lt;br&gt;attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EerieFreek/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106615283551560247?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106615283551560247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106615283551560247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615283551560247' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106615114069492050</id><published>2003-10-14T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:05:40.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Only 3 more days till my birthday &lt;/marquee&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im sick, yet again lol. My throat has cool little things on it. I get to go to the doctor tomorrow. Yay. only one good thing about being home, i get to talk to the sweetest best guy ever. OLLYYYYYYYYYYY. Yepp hes a cutey. Im all lonely here, there is no one here but me and 2 dogs, and 8 cats. lol i just destroyed the only good thing to eat, i left my soup cooking too long and it overflowed everywhere. Imagine that. Its pretty outside and im bored to shit. I kinda wish i would have went to school that way i would have something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106615114069492050?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106615114069492050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106615114069492050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615114069492050' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106606015491934842</id><published>2003-10-13T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:49:14.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Aight, so i didn't quite suck it up. I got up and couldn't swallow or breathe lol. So i decided i would just let the school deal with me being sick and stay home and relax. But now im bored, so im talking to olly. Hes awesome.Oh well im doing good in school, so who cares if im not there every fuckin day. I miss my guitar. *sniffle* Well being home, gives me a chance to make some changes on this blog, like the background and shit, so hopefully i get that done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106606015491934842?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106606015491934842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106606015491934842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106606015491934842' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106601024935957086</id><published>2003-10-12T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:58:43.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; sick again... i feel like shit. And i have no choice but to go to school and suck it up cuz im cashier for marketing and they need me, really bad. Even though i hurt more then anything.  And my hand itches really bad. *coughing spurt* geez man.  My legs are hairy. I got to dig up some mud tonite man, and play with some worms. I didn't do SHIT today people. &lt;marquee&gt; Im a lazy little bitch &lt;/marquee&gt; I miss my baby(my guitar) i want to sex it up, but it is at erinns house .. pry all alone, or getting humped by erinns dog zoe who is a major lessi dog lol. Im so happy i got to play the show last nite with massive menstrual cramps. Wooo hooo beaver is online. Hes my hero.Im listening to some deftones. Im kinda pissed at ben. He should die. I wanted him to come see me today, and guess who didn't show up. I am even in a cuddly lovely mood, cuz i do'nt feel good. What a whore. my eyes are currently rolling around uncontrolably. I think im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106601024935957086?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106601024935957086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106601024935957086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106601024935957086' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106593041019683934</id><published>2003-10-11T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T23:46:49.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; So not much has really been going on, basically jus a whole lot of band practice. Its only 6 days until my birthday! Im stoked! Today i got to talk to olly too. And i went to nate awesome DDR party, which turned into a "lets drive around somewhere party" but it was fun and we all wish to kill gavin still. Today we played for Erins party, for bryan. We didn't do horrible at all. We didn't mess up at all, but we didn't have it together, like we weren't really focusing on it. Erinn had alot of problems with her mommy today though so i kinda understand. Today was supposed to be our practice to make sure we had the songs in the order we wanted, and her mom wigged out and said we couldn't practice. So we just winged the order, which made us look really unprepared and we all wanted to just get it done. It was fun, and i did enjoy myself thoguth i wish the people would have got into it more, so we could have felt alittle better lol. Hmmm what else to say. I dunno. Tommorow i have to stay home and clean the house. How cool is that? I told my mom i would stay home and clean tommorow, so i guess i got myself into it. I think im gonna apply at kings. It would be easy to work there. and its close to my house. I need a job, so i can get some nice shit for the band. I have the worst cramps right now, my menstrual cycle is being bad. Aight well lacey is getting tired, so we are going to eat and then go to bed. Goodbye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106593041019683934?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106593041019683934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106593041019683934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106593041019683934' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106556718204197880</id><published>2003-10-07T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:53:02.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i wonder why p-nut hasn't called. I bet he hates me... i should be the one that hates him. he doesn't wanna have children named after ninja turtles.. just turtles... how lame is it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess im cold. i got some headlights right now .(*theres a vision for you... enjoy *) sometimes i want to shoot people. i get angry.  My crib smells like kitty shit. Cuz we have 8 cats at the moment lol. I decided my bed is a sexual bed. it lures people in. and u can't escape cuz its walled in. Its a damn good plan. The dude that wanted to kill me, now talks to me.Isn't that hot. Tim drove me home today. I was sleepy though, so nothing going on there. i guess im a sexy bitch, cuz alot of people say im sexy. maybe i should rename myself sexy. IM COLD AGAIN.  &lt;br /&gt;i put my hair up today, and it looks hot and sexy. makes me wanna hump myself. Enough god damn it janae, u r one horny bitch.... see i just noticed im talking to myself.. thats what happens when u get stressed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106556718204197880?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106556718204197880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106556718204197880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556718204197880' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106556641025737739</id><published>2003-10-07T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:40:10.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ben i wanna make ur babys.. 20 of them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106556641025737739?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106556641025737739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106556641025737739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556641025737739' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106556608419493617</id><published>2003-10-07T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:34:44.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; GUYS I HAve A FUCKIN HEADACHE. And Im bored. And im horny, and today blew nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106556608419493617?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106556608419493617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106556608419493617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556608419493617' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106540474456783182</id><published>2003-10-05T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:45:44.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Ok the bitching is done. I suddenly am happy. lol. See What i mean people. Im psycho. I have the moods of freakin pregnant woman. Don't even get any ideas, im not pregnant lol. Today i just chilled with ben as he watched the football game. Actually i just fell asleep, but woke up when he decided he would be a sweetheart and plug my nose. Yea hes a fag lol. Hmm he just left so im bored out of my ass guys. i don't know what to do! Maybe ill go play with the cat :) lol. I actually think i might need to shower. But i dunno. Im starving so im gonna go eat. This weekend was pretty cool. I went to linesvilles gay smelly cow shit ass homecoming dance. Yea there were a bunch of farmers in dresses's. Fun shit. Then we walked to country fair got a cappachino and complained about linesville and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106540474456783182?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106540474456783182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106540474456783182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106540474456783182' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106539105872304546</id><published>2003-10-05T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T17:57:38.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; to sum up what i hate in life i just simply hate people. I can't stand people. i can't stand the fact that they don't understand, that they don't care, that they are just a bunch of fuckheads. I can't deal with people, if i could i would never ever meet another person. Yes there a few people i can deal with, but they are not like the rest. I just get so angry with just everything that i can't help but scream and just destroy whatever is in my way. I have so much anger in me right now, and i don't know for the life of me why i feel this. It could be because my mom is a fuckin bitch that treats me like shit. Have u ever been around someone that looks at you like u r shit, and when u try to talk they just glare and say shut up, or threaten to send u away. Yes thats my "mom". She is soo lazy, the only thing she moves for is her cigarretts, or her scummy friends, that like to track dirt in our house, eat our food, and bring along their fleas, and piss all over our bathroom. I can't stand those people. they need a life. Along with alot of stuff like soap and flea shampoo.  And i hate how my mom tries to talk to MY GHOST. Shes my friend, the only one that stays  along. aww she just called me "hun" . and now "2 seconds and your in your room" how sweet of her.  grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I freakin can't stand it. she doesn't understand me at all. She doesn't know me, she doesn't understand that i hate people, so she invites everyone to my house, and  lets them drive me insane. I wanna go to sleep. but i know i can't. im just too angry. And now im crying. What the shit. See in case you didn't notice people, im emotionally unstable. I mean incredibly moody and incredibly angry, at nothing, yet everything.  i love kimmy though, shes cool. We are science and sex buddies. i need hugs and cuddles. and to get away from here :(&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck in getting thru my anger spurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106539105872304546?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106539105872304546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106539105872304546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106539105872304546' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106523863730736956</id><published>2003-10-03T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T23:37:16.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168577_zprotector.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87d9178)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106523863730736956?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106523863730736956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106523863730736956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106523863730736956' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106514333150803086</id><published>2003-10-02T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T21:08:53.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Ok im seriously gonna throw myself off a cliff. Everyone is always bitching at me. No wonder my heart freakin wants to stop beating. Sometimes i hate people more then anything else. I fuckin need to get away from this shithole. MY "family" is just a bunch of retards on a rage to piss me off. Today i went to the doctor and guess what guys.. Yepp thats right, i have more medicine. lol. And they now think i have an eating disorder cuz i lost a pound. And i hate my sister, she wants to be wiccan cuz she watches the craft. What a whorebag. I am currently lacking blood, cuz they took it. My moms a fuckin whiner "blah blah blah, i work..." wahhhh. cry about it bitch Well hopefully tommorow will be better. Today was shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106514333150803086?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106514333150803086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106514333150803086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106514333150803086' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106506650622776712</id><published>2003-10-01T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:48:25.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059384212_pFightclub.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopFightclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fight Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106506650622776712?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106506650622776712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106506650622776712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506650622776712' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106506613730241189</id><published>2003-10-01T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:42:16.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106506613730241189?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106506613730241189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106506613730241189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506613730241189' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106506529145657728</id><published>2003-10-01T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:28:11.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Wow, i went to school for a half hour today. cuz i started blacking out so i went home. I slept from 9:30 till 3 lol. So i feel alittle better. And tommorow i won't be in school until later because im going to the doctor. I hate school so its all good.  I just ate a pop tart, and lemme tell ya, they after taste is not making me too hungry for another. Im so sleepy, but i refuse to go to sleep. You know what i hate... I hate cops, i also hate wal mart. They give me nightmares and reaccuring flashback problems *twitches* anyway. I didn't call p-nut today, but i don't belive he understands that i was sick, and that i thought he was angry with me, considering he was very mad at me last nite. I dunno men are confusing. Tim is currently mad at me too. I find this interesting, he says i am "loving to fight". I dont' remember loving that, but sure, what the hell. oh not the heat is off, i hate pennsylvania. Its hard to say in french, and its cold. *big huge yawn* i give up, im giving in, i need sleep. peace out u beautiful people lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106506529145657728?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106506529145657728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106506529145657728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106506529145657728' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106497106100622207</id><published>2003-09-30T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:17:40.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;marquee&gt; A small child just farted in my sisters face &lt;/marquee&gt; Today was cool School was lame, but i got to see awesome mel and i talked to alex! Alex is hot. Anyway. lol Then tim took me home, yea.... that was interesting lol. Then i was sitting there writing and playing guitar and i was like WOW, im gonna call ben, so i called him, and HE CAME OVER! We just chilled on my bed and watched tv. He is REALLY Hot. lol We video taped each other too. I wanna scrog him i think lol. I keep exiting the conversating with nate steph and lacey, but im sorry guys im trying to type this thing. My finger is soo sore, i took the brace off. Ben was practicing killin techniques on me. And was very successful at making me nearly die lol. I think i ran out of air a few times, i saw the light. I also babysat a baby today. It wouldn't stop crying though, so i got pissed. Like really pissed, and i wouldn't touch it. But i got over that, and gave it a bottle. Yea thats all i did today. Im hungry and i have to call my home dawg p-nut. hes a sexy bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106497106100622207?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106497106100622207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106497106100622207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106497106100622207' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106488510079518911</id><published>2003-09-29T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:25:00.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I have a horrible headache,and we now officially have poisonous spiders in my house lol. wow, i love this house. Anyway, i recorded mysefl today, it was cool. actually it was lame. Then hmm what else do i do. Oh my mom says im not allowed to talk to her, cuz we currently hate each other lol *scratches with finger brace* This thing is amazing for scratching. Tims moms a whore. I hope she reads this lol. It would make my day, shes a fuckin jesus bitch who is sooooo Holy, to not accept any other religion. Fuck that. I'd like to take a big shit on her bible :). Anyway. I made a new song today on my geeeee tar. It is one hot fuckin song man. And I can play it without my middle finger, now thats talent lol. Hmmm so stephie is hot, only wow i forget what i was gonna say. I need to get rid of all my cats. IF ANYONE WANTS A KITTEN, LEMME KNOW YOU CAN HAVE ONE! THEY ARE CUTE.  *whistles* im supposed to call p-nut ill call him at 9:40. Yes, but for now im gonna go talk to people. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106488510079518911?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106488510079518911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106488510079518911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106488510079518911' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106467747443501092</id><published>2003-09-27T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T11:44:34.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; FUCKING BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn fuckin shit. my mom is being so freakin immature! MY step dad just lost his job, cuz the boss shut down the business. Well my mom knows and i know we can't afford this house and shit, without him working. Well he has decided to become a paper boy! What the hell, i once thought about getting that job when i was like 12. Anyway my mom is being immature about it, and told him we are moving in with my GRANDMA! like i wanna live there? No offense to them, but hello, i have a pure hate for being around people, in the morning and at nite. so u know, that wouldn't be pretty. its not official. My mom is alot of talk, but god damn i will just go live in a box if this shit happens! ahh, and its only  not even noon yet, i can't deal with this shit when i wake up. Its really ooberly fuckin dark out too. Lovely. Im gonna go play guitar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106467747443501092?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106467747443501092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106467747443501092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106467747443501092' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106461295738843705</id><published>2003-09-26T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T17:49:16.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; wooo.Alex read the note! And he said i was crazy, but i guess he talked to kim about me and it was good. *burp* today was a pretty cool day. Kimmy and Calie wouldn't let me count the beans today :( they said i can't count lol. Im jamming to some tunes, and eating mac and cheese. I think im gonna go visit my love stephie today, so we can sleep together ;) she is sooo sexy, i love her. Im supposed to go visit tom this weekend, hes a loser though, and wants joe to be there... in case u didn't know, joe wants to kill me. lol he actually threatened to kill me, what a man. I should cut his dick off and choke jen with it :D that would rock my world.  i o u one galaxy is a kick ass song.  I have the most annoying sore in my mouth, cuz i accidently ate a tomato *giggles*  thats code for "herpes" nah, i contain no std's but tom has herpes.. and drip. man hes falling apart. According to my agenda, im supposed to seduce tim *looks around to find no tim, and just the dog scratching its ass* See thats the problem, he isn't here. Loser &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106461295738843705?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106461295738843705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106461295738843705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106461295738843705' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106453909373102158</id><published>2003-09-25T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T21:18:13.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Im listening to limp bizkit. Again. Im so fuckin tired, my eyes are like freakin closing. band practice was cool today. We got some songs started, and they are gonna fuckin rock.  Plus it rocked cuz Zoe(erinns dog) humped my sister lol. Like completely mounted her, and went right at it. Yea that defiantly was a highlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i am so shy around alex, i don't know why. Hes really hott though. Oh well i get to see him tommorow, so its cool. This weekend is gonna be cool i think. My arm itches like a flippin bitch. Well i guess p-nut is gonna call me. So i gotta go. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106453909373102158?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106453909373102158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106453909373102158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106453909373102158' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106436601553321386</id><published>2003-09-23T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T21:13:35.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i know im a big whore, who needs to write in here more. but see i got like the coolest guitar last nite, and so i can't stop playing it lol. I am connected with it, majorly lol. I picked it up today and just started playing just drop dead by limp bizkit, and i had no clue how the hell i knew that song, but what the hell.  I just had a front wedgie. I picked it out though. So no worries. Lets see, p-nut is a whore, he calls when i connect. Maybe if he wasn't such a fag, he would get online and talk to me. My stupid whore cat had kittens last nite, now i can start a petting zoo in my house. This weeks feature, *The Scums, That Live in The Spare Room* yea yea, we are cool, we have scummy people that r staying with us tonite, and well they have been here alot. I dunno, so far i have sat in the little boys piss like 6 times, cuz he can't control his wang when he takes a piss. Im listening to the new limp Bizkit cd and im telling u guys, its fuckin sweet!. I have been a big limp bizkit fan forever though, so thats just me. I think they are really unique, when u here a song by them, whether u like it or not, u know its them. And i like that trait in bands.  Hmmm. So what else shall i write. I have been actually fairly happy lately, and pretty content with everything. So no complaining here.  Im gonna change my background on here, and maybe some other template things. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106436601553321386?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106436601553321386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106436601553321386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436601553321386' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106393506293833703</id><published>2003-09-18T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T21:31:02.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Wow. My mouth is really hurting, and i have massive sores on each of my cheeks, and they are swelled. Yea they thought it would be cool to completely redo my bottom braces, which hurt pretty damn bad. Im talking to some cool people right now though so its all good. I wish tom would be a real cool person and get online, but no hes a loser and he can't. I cleaned my locker today, that was interesting. I found alot of papers, of course they have no meaning 2 weeks after they were due. Everyones clothes are at my house. Erinns shirt, Annies bra and undies (don't ask) stephs bra and jeans and laceys bag of clothes. I mean i know they take em off everytime they are here, cuz u know... we um, build sand castles together.... yea,but still they need to dispose of them. Im pretty damn dizzy right now, weirdness. *sneezes* FINALLY! that sneeze has been trying to get out for a while now. Today i fell in a whole catching my dolphin lol. it was interesting. Guys it totally hurricane weather outside *looks outside to the silent calm nite* yea man its gonna be bad.... :o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the weather people are cracked out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106393506293833703?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106393506293833703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106393506293833703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106393506293833703' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106383006893382016</id><published>2003-09-17T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:21:08.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; im kind of ticked off. So my guitar is the same brand they sell at k-mart. yea real spiffy huh. Except that i didn't get it from k-mart and i paid alot more for it,! which totally pisses me off. my brother is playing my guitar right now. hmm so im really wanting that pink ibanez. its hot.  Laceys staying the nite! Ahhh wahhh! we get to go to school together! *big cheesy grin* yay. I hope she doesn't mind that i talk to p-nut tonite, cuz i love that boy. Hes my ska-ta boi yo. Anyway im just going on and on about nothing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106383006893382016?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106383006893382016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106383006893382016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106383006893382016' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106376448893247792</id><published>2003-09-16T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T22:08:09.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.bolt.com/photoalbums/8/3/0/8/7/8/3/8308783/albums/photos/f8QzCa3gVKxSnTYK.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me, yesterday.. yes i look beautiful when im about ready to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.bolt.com/photoalbums/8/3/0/8/7/8/3/8308783/albums/photos/nPQFIWRY505T7kpA.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats crystal my little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.bolt.com/photoalbums/8/3/0/8/7/8/3/8308783/albums/photos/TAb3gNPtQBy3E0yS.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106376448893247792?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106376448893247792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106376448893247792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106376448893247792' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106376285592074299</id><published>2003-09-16T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T21:40:55.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; my computer is officially retarded. and i, well im a sweetheart. i was a good person today. This little girl who lives in our neighborhood, told me she used to live in a car, with her mom. i believed her but never really knew what to think about it, today i learned she was truly homeless and lost everything in a fire. this girl is soo tiny, and always dirty, but everyday we let her come over and eat and drink and just relax. Today it wasnt' exactly warm outside and she showed up in shorts in a little cut off tank top... so i found it hard to keep from thinking she needed more clothes, so i took her downstairs to our basement and gave her bags full of clothes, especially warm ones, and i also fed her dinner. I dunno, i felt so horrible just looking in her eyes and knowing she wouldn't pry eat tonite. &lt;br /&gt;Well that shows the sweetheart in me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My nose is currently running, but im not gonna stop it. cuz im stupid and lazy. My sister is wiggin out over slugs.. personally i think slugs are sexy.  Stupid p-nut, he just now decides to call. nah i love him, hes sexy, and a big loser. My sister just ran into a door.. that actually made me laugh and stop to think about the snot dripping down my face.  *gives big sexy grin, with snot* wow, im pathetic. I have a spider man tatoo. Yea so its temporary, but i can make anything permanant, i just wont' wash that area. Wouldn't that be nasty if i stuck that tatoo in my vaginal area and didn't wash. Yea that would be crusty lol.oh look p-nut is still dumb and hasn't got online. i miss him. Today in biology i actualyl thought about biology, as i held my stomach moaning i decided that i am gonna rip out my ovaries and uterus and whip them at the first male i see. Yes im raggin it. And im uncomfortable. So on top of my horrible cold and throwing up issue, i have cramps now. *sneeze* cigarette smoke makes me sneeze... im trying to figure out why laceys msn name is "animals are tasty" lol. Its rather amusing. Im in love with my guitar. First act crap brand, but beautiful. I got a sweater from dollar tree guys. its multicolored and fuzzy lol. Im a sped yo. Tommorow i guess im gonna go to school. i guess. School is so lame, i think of throwing up all over my desk and drowning myself in the barf. Smooth plan right? i dont' know if i want my last moments to be remembered as a smelly fluidy mixture slathered on my face... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106376285592074299?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106376285592074299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106376285592074299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106376285592074299' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106342642288240433</id><published>2003-09-13T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T00:13:42.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/violetone/1061446809_ngsshookme.jpg" border="0" alt="You Shook Me All Night Long"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"You Shook Me All Night Long" (by AC/DC)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the walls start shaking&lt;br /&gt;The earth was quaking&lt;br /&gt;My mind was aching&lt;br /&gt;And we were making it and you -&lt;br /&gt;Shook me all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/violetone/quizzes/Which%2080's%20Song%20Fits%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which 80's Song Fits You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106342642288240433?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106342642288240433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106342642288240433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106342642288240433' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106315899323963394</id><published>2003-09-09T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T21:56:33.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; p-nut boy, u r ticking me off. learn to look beyond the surface. i know your a man and its hard, but god damn it, do it. grrr........ u r so confusing man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a bunny, his name is kipper. wait see im not sure if its a girl or boy. if its a girl its name is siley(my wiccan name) and if its a boy, kipper.  im in a pissy mood today. I got my hair cut people. it looks cute. Nate and steph are engaged. yes yes, they are. steph is currently writing on herself with glitter pen, which she whipped at my head to draw with IN MY HAIR. Mandy has big boobs. but she is adorable. i would rape her if i were a man, ok ill rape her anyway. with a fake attachment made in china by a 4 yr old who thinks the product he is making is just a big pickle dog toy with special features..   Steph is beautiful. and i love erinn. i love all my friends they are beautiful. Steph is gonna make me look cute.&lt;br /&gt;cuz shes beautiful. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106315899323963394?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106315899323963394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106315899323963394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106315899323963394' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106298259425707251</id><published>2003-09-07T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:56:34.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ok so this kid is pretty much grossing me out. he wants to virtually make love to me lol. i dunno but im thinking the screen might just get in the way. Band practice was AMAZING today. well after i finally got some sugar, i started falling asleep while playing guitar lol. omg, yea but we got the songs AWESOME! they are perfect. WOOOO. im soo excited about this show. Anyway enough bout the band. P-nut is a dork, he thinks i don't like him. well LOOK MAN &lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="16"&gt; I LIKE YOU TOM &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;  hmm if he doesn't look at that he is blind. hmmm so yea, today was one of those boring days. i was pretty mean lately. I went to nates last nite and watched darkness falls with tim and lacey and nate it was hot. nate screamed lol it was funny. Nates room looks hot, his bed is also very comfy now. hmmm, im pissed. i can't type and eat this banana thingy. so its melting! AHhhhhhhhhhhh p-nut lets get married. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106298259425707251?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106298259425707251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106298259425707251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106298259425707251' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106282070362340975</id><published>2003-09-05T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T00:02:45.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Things were awesome today. Band practice... amazing. Dom  helped us write a song and he is an awesome fucking guitarist. Its awesome. School was cool. Im now vice president of DECA(marketing club thing) Im pretty stoked about that. I really like being a leader, its cool. I really like the sound of our band, this show is gonna rock. We sound amazing.  I miss tom. i haven't talked to him today. :(. i tried callign him but the little fucker wasn't home. Tommorow is more band practice and im stoked.. again lol. I can't believe how many people know about our band, its soo amazing! Like people are actually talking about it in school. guys we are  a celeb *hair flip* hehehehe "i am a bunny i am here to take your cookies" i got shocked by my guitar today. i think its more of a love bite, or else my braces react with it one of the two. you know what i hate &lt;font size="16"&gt; DRAMA QUEENS, and people who think its cool to get pity by being DEPRESSED &lt;/font&gt; ok im done ranting on about useless shit that will never change. i have a zit guys. its right under my nose. and i would also like to inform everyone that i popped it lol. Did u people know that when squirrel fight, there soul purpose is to castrate the other squirrel? hehehe i found that cool. *burp* I love you p-nut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; dont' forget to come to the show on sept 12th blue planet &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106282070362340975?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106282070362340975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106282070362340975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106282070362340975' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106272665322208943</id><published>2003-09-04T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:50:53.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt; Stephy i love you, u r the awesomest friend ever, don't ever change, u still my first girl kiss &lt;/marquee&gt; *mwah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106272665322208943?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106272665322208943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106272665322208943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106272665322208943' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106272647019093862</id><published>2003-09-04T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:47:50.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; p-nut, lets be buddies... and i wanna tackle your monkey lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day is "im a bunny, and im here to take your cookies." lol yes i made that up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so band practice was shitty. annie now hates me, cuz we don't musically work out together. and this band is ripping us apart... so we cna't be in a band together. yea which sucks for everyone of us, cuz she thinks it doesn't hurt us?! its fuckin crazy. i love that girl, even now after she just got done bitching me out, and putting me down. hey thats ok i guess. i can take the shit, it just bothers me that it came from her. brr its cold. i like this song alot motorcycle drive by . thank you tim for telling me to download it, u rock. i met this kid today. named dom, damn he can play guitar. it was fucking awesome! and he told me i can play drums like mad. i was like WOOT. lol only im not a drummer so it don't count even. *slams head on desk* i just remembered i have a test tommorow :o/   im stupid . i love kimmy and all her sexiness, we shall make children someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106272647019093862?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106272647019093862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106272647019093862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106272647019093862' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106261741280666117</id><published>2003-09-03T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:30:39.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; if p-nut is reading this, i want u to know how much i love you man &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106261741280666117?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106261741280666117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106261741280666117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106261741280666117' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106261690045665201</id><published>2003-09-03T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:21:40.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; practice blew major yesterday. i didn't feel well at all and things were just not happening right. We all were offbeat and just not listening to eahc other. i felt soo embarrassed, and frustrated. Thats life i guess. i came home and cried about that for a while cuz i want so bad to get things right this time. I love this song. Limp bizkit eat you alive. its amazing.  i love limp bizkit man they are awesome. I came home early from school today, cuz my little tummy head and eyes were not working well. By noon my eyes were swollen red and non stop watering. my stomach was soooo upset, pry from the amount of snot draining down my throat into my stomach. and my head is unbelievably congested. i am considering the bubble again guys. Today Lacey and I did our rap for marketing and they want to record us and perform it for the little votech leader guy, cuz we are awesome. lol. hmmm nothign else happened. band practice tommorow. and im psyched, ok im alittle nervous that things aren't gonna happen right. im gonna go sleep my eyes are freakin out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106261690045665201?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106261690045665201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106261690045665201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106261690045665201' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106246597338326212</id><published>2003-09-01T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:26:13.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; today was cool i guess. i woke up around 11ish. and i had to piss soo bad it was horrible but my mom is weird and has her friends over for sleepovers. and so they were all busy showering, so i had to hold my piss. hmmm, then lacey and i went over to erinns house. we just practiced and practiced and yea practiced some more. jason and tom came over and we chilled and played and shit, and it was cool.  Tom is a cool guy, i would like to make his babies but he says im hyper *does weird sped face* im not hyper i just can't sit and i roll around alot. geez. mmmm pudding  forget about being hyper i like pudding well im gonna get off and call tom so he will stop calling ;) lol &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106246597338326212?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106246597338326212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106246597338326212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106246597338326212' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106238847371063988</id><published>2003-08-31T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T23:54:33.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; im listening to evanescence, eating chocolate cream wafers lol, and i just have gas now? lol its weird. Lacey has gas also. thats ok though, mine don't smell hers do. Enough bout gas. &lt;font size="16"&gt; Tom, I love ya man, ur my home fry, we will get married and have 94 children all named mike-a-angel-low. i can't spell that man... &lt;/font&gt; Today was awesome. lacey and i woke up at 1ish. and then nate called and came and picked us up for us to help him paint his room. We all got covered in wet red paint lol. and i also got a ceramic  plate slammed into my forhead. that one kinda hurt. lol then we got in the hot tub, and it felt really great. we just chilled tehre for about an hour, then we decided we would go hang out with tim adn pete. but only pete could come, so it was just pete, lacey, steph me and nate. we went to the beach and played int he water, and played ont he playground in the rain. *shivers* i just got the chills. Lacey pete and i also stole nates car, and moved it all the way to the other side of the beach lol, which was quite a ways. nate was pissed so we went to mcdonalds so he could smile :D lol. We got icecream and fries and sprite and orange juice and pie, and we sat there and ate that for a while. pete asked if lacey would run away with him, i think pete likes lacey :S lol then lacey and pete and i came here and chileld on my bed for a while. beaver called and i just now remembered, he didn't call back, what a douche. Anyway i called p-nut and we talked for a long time, lacey farted on nate today.. they bonded. it was awesome day. so yea thats it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106238847371063988?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106238847371063988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106238847371063988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106238847371063988' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106230028747037271</id><published>2003-08-30T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T23:24:47.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; wow i haven't wrote in here forever, i have been sorta busy. its amazing, i can actually say i haven't had time to write in here lol. well things have been great. We just got back from a really awesome show. like only one band was awesome, but that one band make it worth while. i guess it was their last show. but they were awesome.  I didn't get to see stupid tom tonite. he said he would stop at the show maybe, but he didn't :( that saddens me. The band is coming along awesome.. last nite erinn lacey and i went through all 3 songs. we even got killer perfect, which is amazing. now we need 2 more songs. and then we are READY! WAHhhhhh im so excited, i wanna be on that stage so bad, its soo unbelievable. i hope people respect all the work we have been doing these past weeks to get our butts ready for this. it has been really hard to get all these songs in a few weeks, most bands have years lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Don't forget to see the band im in, 3rd stop, at the markethouse in meadville pa at 6. &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106230028747037271?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106230028747037271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106230028747037271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106230028747037271' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106212715009623223</id><published>2003-08-28T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T23:19:10.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1*What time is it: 9:51pm&lt;br /&gt;2*Todays Date: 8/28&lt;br /&gt;3*Full Name: Janae Ashley Schlosser&lt;br /&gt;4*Gender: girl&lt;br /&gt;5*Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;6*Birthday:10/17/86&lt;br /&gt;7*Siblings(age,sex): Destany,female Crystal, female Ryan, Male Tommy, Male&lt;br /&gt;8*Parents: James and Regina&lt;br /&gt;9*Nieces: nopers&lt;br /&gt;10*Nefews: nope&lt;br /&gt;11*School: MASH&lt;br /&gt;12*School colors: Red, Black, and White&lt;br /&gt;13*Car: shut up lol i ahve issues!&lt;br /&gt;14*Car color: grr&lt;br /&gt;15*Eye color: who knows... brown and green&lt;br /&gt;16*Hair Color: blonde&lt;br /&gt;17*Hair Length: chin length&lt;br /&gt;18*WEight: 115&lt;br /&gt;19*Height: 5'7&lt;br /&gt;20*Skin(pale white,tan,dark,black): *sniffle* i wouldn't say im pale white, but im not tan either.. im just u know an average white girl &lt;br /&gt;21*what are you wearing as of now: a twirpentines t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and my awesome old men golf hat.&lt;br /&gt;23*Did you take a shower today? ........ *looks around* why?&lt;br /&gt;24*Pets(names,kind): Cornelous-water dragon Jessi Angel and dutch-dogs&lt;br /&gt;25*What are you drinking right now? flavored water&lt;br /&gt;26*Do you smoke? nope&lt;br /&gt;27*If so, what do you smoke? &lt;br /&gt;28*Do you have a car, or is it your parents? nope no car.&lt;br /&gt;29*Are you listening to music? Yes&lt;br /&gt;30*If so, what song, and who is it by? Teenage Riot- The ataris&lt;br /&gt;31*What are your screen names? Poetic Tragedy, My Sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;32*Crush: ..?&lt;br /&gt;33*Person you want to go out with: *blushes* i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;34*Dating anyone? nopers&lt;br /&gt;35*If so, who? jesus&lt;br /&gt;36*How long? o well lets see, a long time&lt;br /&gt;37*who asked who out? *giggle* jesus asked me.. he was soo cute on that cross.&lt;br /&gt;38*Are you in love? yes&lt;br /&gt;39*Are you a virgin? yes&lt;br /&gt;40*How far have you been with a guy/girl? hahaha no comment!&lt;br /&gt;41*How far would you go just to be with the person you crushed? thats not nice to crush a person... but while we are on teh subject, there is a list of people i would love to slam with a boulder.&lt;br /&gt;42*Are you a little devil, or a sweet little innocent ANGEL? im innocent... right?&lt;br /&gt;43*WHo's your best friend? Jesus... lol. my porn star mate&lt;br /&gt;44*Why is she/he your best friend? because damn have u seen that mans pull outs. damn, that cross pic was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;45*What's your perfect dream date like? going to the beach at nite, playing in the water.. skinny dipping lol... star gazing, and then falling asleep in each others arms under the stars&lt;br /&gt;46*Who would it be with? i haven't met that lucky bastard&lt;br /&gt;47*where would you go? Beach&lt;br /&gt;48*What kind of music do you listen to? Rock music. u know someone i can jam to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************YES OR............NO***************** &lt;br /&gt;49*Shy: nope&lt;br /&gt;50*Outgoing: yes&lt;br /&gt;51*Ugly: no&lt;br /&gt;52*Pretty/Cute: yes&lt;br /&gt;53*Beautiful/ Hott: mmmm yea&lt;br /&gt;54*Loveable: hell yea.&lt;br /&gt;55*Sensative: yes&lt;br /&gt;56*Nerdy: yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;57*Geek: yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;58*Playa: no way&lt;br /&gt;59*Playa hata: yea&lt;br /&gt;60*Tall: yes&lt;br /&gt;61*Short: no&lt;br /&gt;62*Only Child: nope&lt;br /&gt;63*Cheated on a test: ya&lt;br /&gt;64*Did someone else's homework: ya&lt;br /&gt;65*let somone act like you on the phone: ya&lt;br /&gt;66*asked out your crush: yup&lt;br /&gt;67*Split up a relationship: yup&lt;br /&gt;68*Drove a car: yea&lt;br /&gt;69*Road a roller coaster: hell yea&lt;br /&gt;70*Chickened out on a roller Coaster: no way&lt;br /&gt;71*Went to a concert: ya&lt;br /&gt;72*Went to the beach: ya&lt;br /&gt;73*Been to an Ocean: nope not yet&lt;br /&gt;74*Called your boyfriend/girlfriend a jerk: no way&lt;br /&gt;75*Made fun of your best friend: no&lt;br /&gt;76*said you loved someone when you really didn't: no&lt;br /&gt;77*Said you loved someone and you meant it: yes&lt;br /&gt;78*Kissed someone: yea&lt;br /&gt;79*WEnt out on a date, just you and him/her: yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********FAVORITES************ &lt;br /&gt;80*Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;81*Flower: i like black roses&lt;br /&gt;82*Car: one that comes with a driver.. so i dont' kill someone lol&lt;br /&gt;83*Drink: mmm juice&lt;br /&gt;84*Day: friday &lt;br /&gt;85*Song: Killer- by 3 rd stop&lt;br /&gt;86*CD: Finch&lt;br /&gt;87*person: p'nut hes a cool guy&lt;br /&gt;88*Star: hmmmm.. my favorite star.. thats not cool. i love any star. they are amazing&lt;br /&gt;89*Actor:? &lt;br /&gt;90*Actress: ?&lt;br /&gt;91*Movie: ?&lt;br /&gt;92*Singer(s): finch, the used, the clash&lt;br /&gt;93*Rapper(s): none&lt;br /&gt;94*Boyfriend/Girlfriend: no clue&lt;br /&gt;95*Music Video: she hates me&lt;br /&gt;96*Radio Station(s): 100.7, 90.3 103.9&lt;br /&gt;97*TV Show: that 70's show&lt;br /&gt;98*friend at school: Erinn, she is my locker mate man&lt;br /&gt;99*Animal(s): uhh. i like dolphins?&lt;br /&gt;100*School(elementry,Jr High,Highschool): school sucks&lt;br /&gt;101*Boy Name(s): Oren&lt;br /&gt;102*Girl Name(s): Emily&lt;br /&gt;103*pet Name(s): Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************Friends********************* &lt;br /&gt;104*COOLEST CAR:  timmy has a hot car.&lt;br /&gt;105*BEST HOUSE: Erinn, her house is sweet&lt;br /&gt;106*SHORTEST TEMPER: Lacey&lt;br /&gt;107*MOST TALENT: Annie&lt;br /&gt;108*FUNNYEST TRACK RECORD: uhhh.. track?&lt;br /&gt;109*WEIRDEST TASTE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX: Jason. lol sorry but yea, &lt;br /&gt;110*ODDEST SENSE OF HUMOR: Gavin&lt;br /&gt;111*DIRTYEST MIND: Tim&lt;br /&gt;112*MOST UNUSUAL IDEAS: Pete&lt;br /&gt;113*CRUSH/BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: hehehe im not telling&lt;br /&gt;114*IS THERE A SONG THAT REMINDS YOU OF THEM: nope&lt;br /&gt;115*DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR EX BF/GF: grrr no, well kinda. i like to annoy them&lt;br /&gt;116*BEST GIRL FRIENDS: Steph Erinn and Annie&lt;br /&gt;117*BEST GUY FRIENDS: P'nut, tim&lt;br /&gt;118*WHY ARE YOU SUCH GOOD FRIENDS: tom can make me laugh and hes awesome, tim... well we are close, lol steph is just AWESOME. Erinn is my locker mate and she is just awesome, annie i have been lovers with her for a long time lol&lt;br /&gt;120*COULD YOU TELL THEM ANYTHING: yes&lt;br /&gt;121*WHY/NOT: because i trust them&lt;br /&gt;122*DO YOU TRUST THEM: yes&lt;br /&gt;123*OUT OF ALL YOUR FRIENDS, WHO IS THE:&lt;br /&gt;124*SHORTEST: Annie&lt;br /&gt;125*TALLEST: Dan&lt;br /&gt;126*FUNNYEST: Dan&lt;br /&gt;127*SWEETEST: pete&lt;br /&gt;128*TRUSTED: Steph&lt;br /&gt;129*TRUSTING: Steph&lt;br /&gt;130*ADVISER: Annie&lt;br /&gt;131*ADVISEE: ?&lt;br /&gt;132*MOST PERFECT: they are all perfect in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;133*MOST INSECURE: Annie&lt;br /&gt;134*SMARTEST: Gavin&lt;br /&gt;135*DUMBEST/BLONDEST: Cassie lol&lt;br /&gt;136*HORNYEST: Tim&lt;br /&gt;137*HONEST: Erinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************Which One??***************** &lt;br /&gt;138*Car OR jeep: jeep&lt;br /&gt;139*Sweet and ugly OR Rude and Hot: Sweet and ugly&lt;br /&gt;140*Tall OR short: tall&lt;br /&gt;141*Long hair in the summer OR short hair in the winter: short in the winter&lt;br /&gt;142*Bangs OR no bangs: Bangs&lt;br /&gt;144*Soggy Bread OR Raw Meat: Soggy Bread&lt;br /&gt;145*Justin Timberlake with a bald head OR long hair: how bout no head?&lt;br /&gt;146*Pringles OR DOritoes: Doritoes&lt;br /&gt;147*Scary Movie OR Romantic Movie: Scary movie&lt;br /&gt;148*Dog OR Cat: Dog&lt;br /&gt;149*Fish OR Bird: Bird&lt;br /&gt;150*Sandles with socks or tennis shoes with no socks: Sandles with socks&lt;br /&gt;151*Shoes OR Sandles: Sandles&lt;br /&gt;152*Computer with no mouse OR Computer with no keyboard: no mouse&lt;br /&gt;153*Love OR LIke: love&lt;br /&gt;154*HOtt Or Cute: HOtt&lt;br /&gt;155*Honest &amp; Nerdy OR Liar &amp; Popular: honest and nerdy&lt;br /&gt;156*100 friends or 1 best friend: 1 best friend&lt;br /&gt;157*100 friends that lie all the time OR no friends: no friends&lt;br /&gt;158*Hott boyfriend/girlfriend that never calls you OR Ugly Boyfriend/Girlfriend that &lt;br /&gt;159*calls you when you want him to: ugly &lt;br /&gt;160*Staple your tounge or Staple your Lip: lip&lt;br /&gt;161*Long Gross nails Or no Nails at all: no nails&lt;br /&gt;162*Food or drink: drink&lt;br /&gt;163*Spinich OR Raw Fish: spinich &lt;br /&gt;164*Green Beans or Refried beans: Green&lt;br /&gt;165*computer with no speakers &amp; napster OR a computer with&lt;br /&gt;166*speakers without napster: speakers no napster&lt;br /&gt;167*Email or Mail: Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************First reaction**************** &lt;br /&gt;168*Ugly: cold sores&lt;br /&gt;169*Fat: mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;170*cute: tom&lt;br /&gt;171*Hot: mmm fred &lt;br /&gt;172*Guyz: kisses&lt;br /&gt;173*Jerks: bitches&lt;br /&gt;174*Girls: bitches&lt;br /&gt;175*friends: fun&lt;br /&gt;176*Car: dirty&lt;br /&gt;178*Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;179*wet: lips&lt;br /&gt;180*Plastic: chapstick&lt;br /&gt;181*hard: desk&lt;br /&gt;182*soft: pillow&lt;br /&gt;183*watery: wateR?&lt;br /&gt;184*Silver: taskbar&lt;br /&gt;185*Fork: spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;186*Spoon: matrix&lt;br /&gt;187*Bowl: cereal&lt;br /&gt;188*Plate: chicken&lt;br /&gt;189*TV: darkness&lt;br /&gt;190*Money: band&lt;br /&gt;191*School: votech&lt;br /&gt;192*Crush: guys&lt;br /&gt;193*love: bed&lt;br /&gt;194*boyfriend: loneliness&lt;br /&gt;195*girlfriend: lesbian lol&lt;br /&gt;196*Drink: water&lt;br /&gt;197*Swallow: spit&lt;br /&gt;198*Suck: lollipop&lt;br /&gt;199*Blow: .... lol jobs&lt;br /&gt;200*Outside: trees&lt;br /&gt;201*Indside: walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202*What time is it now?? 10:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106212715009623223?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106212715009623223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106212715009623223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106212715009623223' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106212418024637508</id><published>2003-08-28T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T22:29:40.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Wow i haven't wrote in here forever. i have been kinda busy, since u know freakin school started. Actually school rocks. i dn't have to get up until 6:30 . whcih is cool. then i get to ride to school with erinns mom who prepares herself daily for her "special education" classes by  saying booby, travis tit, and running over numerous curbs and of course getting obnoxious cell phone text messages. She is a very special women, but we love her lol. hmmmm so i get to go to the dentist tommorow. for all u people that are reading this and its still 8/28, that means im not gonna be in school! HAHAHAa. suckers.  i have to go to erie, yea boo ya. i think im going to erinns tommorow to watch movies. My schedule is very cool. Band practice is well band practice lol. i love my guitar *blows kiss to guitar* its like my child, wait no, bad choice, ummmm its like string cheese. yes. thats right. im listening to the radio, ya im ghetto like that. so far i have learned the words to "right thur" and "crazy in love". good songs... if u like that kind of shake ur ass music, yo. Tim is whining cuz im writing on here and not talking to him. The radio guy is being sexual. not cool, its kinda scurry. AWwwww its good nite kiss time, maybe i should send a kiss to my cool boyfriend ______________ his name is jesus, yes yes, its that guy on the cross, he did that pose for me one nite, wow that was hot. *burp* stupid commercials.  i dont' care about a taco bell burrito, if i wanted a burrito i would go get one, but see i don't want one, cuz i jsut don't trust a glob of brown shit colored moosh shoved in a thing mexicans made up. yea just not cool. when i think about mexicans i think dirty poor, and people jumping over fences. yes the means when i see some prisoner in.... well what the hell antartica jumping over a fence, i think mexico. I wonder if that shit Tom is gonna get online. i want to make his bay bays and name them after ninja turtles. and if we run out of ninja turtles we will name one pizza, ninja, and turtle. i have herpes on my lips. its not cool! "i feel like everyone is looking at my cold sore instead of me "----- whiners on fuckin tv commercial for abreva.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="16"&gt; I love my awesome band mates, Annie Lacey Kat and Erinn &lt;/font&gt; you guys are awesome. we can get anywhere.. and be as good as we want, just stop bitching damn lol .. hehe *mwah*  thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106212418024637508?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106212418024637508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106212418024637508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106212418024637508' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106153035259536292</id><published>2003-08-22T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:32:32.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hot blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; wow i really fixed up this blog, and made it look hotter. do u people like it? yea thats right bitch u better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106153035259536292?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106153035259536292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106153035259536292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106153035259536292' title='My new hot blog'/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106152589687040872</id><published>2003-08-22T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:16:53.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; band practice was awesome today.everyone should check out our awesome &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/3rdstop"&gt;band site&lt;/a&gt; geeez its hot today. i went to the fair tonite with lacey.. the fair sucks. i seriously hate being around all those things. people, shit, and carnies. ok see normally they would be people, but no no see they are not. hmmm are kimmy and annie carnies. hehehe losers lol. we walked around for like 4 hours, and lacey bought lots of food. whcih i ate.  *burp* i just done eating the hugest bowl of ice cream. man it had all these awesome toppings on it today. see it was vanilla ice cream,nuts, choc. syrup, and this realyl kick ass reeses things lol. yea, damn i eat alot. Im sooo excited about this show, its all i can think about. todays practice went well i think, some people need to chill out a bit, practice is alot to be fun *cough* annie, lol.  "i've got a monkey on my back.... can't buy a smile off the worlds happiest man, not hugging trees today, cuz i hate everything..... fuck you, not meeee " FUCK i hate it all.  lol&lt;br /&gt;thats a rocking song. its my anger song. my cat has been randomly throwing itself into the slider door, for oh i would say about an hour now lol. i think it thinks its going to fly through eventually. i just realized we have a fan sitting on this chair, and it has a part of the cover missing lol, i can see this. im gonna wake up tommorow with my cats head cut off in the fan, cuz its stupid and likes to jump into things that look dangerous. I can't believe we have to go to school soon, man this sucks. at least i get to be cool and go to vo tech lol. well it hink im gonna go play my guitar, and try to be good. peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106152589687040872?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106152589687040872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106152589687040872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106152589687040872' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106135032158172165</id><published>2003-08-19T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:34:45.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; six flags was awesome. i got to see my favorite pee pee friend, BEAVER.  mmm lacey got to drive these awesome little cars, and she hit the track alot , while beaver screamed penis and vag... coolnes huh. i slept alot last nite lol. i think its the first nite in a very long time that i actually slept, and im tired again.. its crazy. i had to mow the yard today lol, and well um i ran over a pole... like a whole pole. i just kept going too lol. i also had to cut down shoe-mack trees. i think/hope im not allergic to them, cuz i had them all up on face and everything. hmm i talked to p alot today. actually only twice, but hes an awesome guy and i really enjoy his love for ninja turtles, and his love for the word dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; the existing members of "obsidian" r ass's and shall rot in the christianized made up shit hole, called hell&lt;/marquee&gt; yea thats right..  lol. *burp* so i guess we have a show? soon lol. and yea, we are pretty much not ready, but what the fuck ever.. as long as i get some food or something ill be happy. the back of my feet hurt like a bitch, i decided to pull out those trees with no socks on, just my shoes. and they are bitches and gave me those awesome blisters with the cool fluid inside, that u just have to pop. and so yea i popped em, and now they burn. my tummy HURTS! and lacey just got offline :( &lt;font size="16"&gt; i wish i were black, so i could sneak out at nite, burn down wal mart, grab a cheeseburger and watch the mother fucker burn.&lt;/font&gt;first before i burned it i would grab a lounge chair thing, and maybe a few flammable things, so i could make my own fire to sit around..o and i would bring my guitar, cuz i guess pete says i should play this song i wrote around a fire. lol well thats all im gonna write. yes . keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. yes tom, i want ur body.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106135032158172165?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106135032158172165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106135032158172165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135032158172165' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106109200700020417</id><published>2003-08-16T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:46:46.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; wow this weekend has been AWESOME. My parents left for kentucky.. on hmm friday morning. so lacey came over and so did annie and we had a mini band practice. WE have to get our butts in gear. We have a show on the 12th! woooo and a show at erinns party. this is gonna be slamming. anyway. yesterday hmm we met a really drunk girl. she can dance and hold a beer. yea shes slamming. every time she tried to talk she ended up singing, it was great. i sang her to sleep,and told her my name was vagisal.. which she thought was a very deep name. yes. deep penitrating. lol Then tonite lacey and i went to another awesome show. The twirps and concord were the only two bands i listened to lol. cuz the other ones sucked. i got to ride int eh back of doms van wiht 3 other people lol. and i somehow got pennies shoved up my bra. it was great. woooo then a drunk guy got taken away.. he was very nice.. he kissed me hand. his name was bell. i told him my name was rhonda. like a honda.  he got handcuffed though... hey i know his pain lol.  Fred talked to us.. i mean he came over to us and everything to talk to us! which was cool, cuz he is a realyl awesome guy. He sweats alot though, but don't we all lol.  So the nite was awesome, now my rents are home. im supposed to go to six flags on monday, but we will see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106109200700020417?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106109200700020417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106109200700020417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106109200700020417' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106091690123234111</id><published>2003-08-14T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T23:12:49.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; today was sooo hot and boring.  the morning was ok. my mom and sister went grocery shopping, so i took a shower and ran around nude.. then i got on some pants and ate some string cheese. my mom left for work, and my sister drove me insane. i had a sunflower spitting contest with myself, and damn... i had a big mess of sunflower seeds. if u walk into my room, u will soon have a hate for sunflower seeds lol. they are a bitch to see on a blackish carpet.. and of course u find them when u step on the sharp ripped up shell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we had a lovely power outage black out thing. it was scary. i kept fighting with the electric lol to keep things on, until finally it just quit. lol. i got pissed of course and starting beating shit complaining about this god damn city and its wal mart, that pry sucked all the power away cuz &lt;font size="16"&gt; Wal Mart SUCKS &lt;/font&gt;. pete and i then decided jesus "came back" and was coming to kill me lol. and annie of course, hey just cuz we think he was a big pornstar hippi with an awesome cult, thats not my problem christians can't see this.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i also had to *twitch* talk to my sister for more then 5 min...  guys i played BOARD GAMES. &lt;marquee&gt;Janae hates board games, and little children, this was a challenge... yes thats right be proud.. ok clap good.&lt;/marquee&gt; i played guess who five times and was on the neverending game of parcheese when pete and gavin saved me.. well at least i thought. we then decided to go visit annie, and we took a million mosquito bites for that girl, and pete even risked his life to see her... yes thats right. her dad was home. lol . sooooo she got see us beautiful people. &lt;br /&gt;"*weird jibberish, supposed to be english words*"&lt;br /&gt;"gavin r u coming?"&lt;br /&gt;*falls out of truck and hits the ground..*&lt;br /&gt;"ok..." &lt;br /&gt;lol that had to be the highlight of my nite.. that and learning about graphite balls. yea that was hot. its amazing how much the U.S relys on electricity. it is actually fairly funny.  If we had to survive 2 days without electriciity.. we just wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;marquee&gt; The amish suck.... damn non-electric tards&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106091690123234111?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106091690123234111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106091690123234111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106091690123234111' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106083429308539645</id><published>2003-08-14T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:18:04.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/angelzashez/1040332327_moodpeople.gif" border="0" alt="eating people"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU EAT PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/angelzashez/quizzes/what's%20YOUR%20deepest%20secret%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what's YOUR deepest secret?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106083429308539645?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106083429308539645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106083429308539645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106083429308539645' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106079752523432571</id><published>2003-08-13T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:03:31.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; yesterday was soo funny. lacey came over to my house and chilled and so did erinn also. we didn't get much work done lol. at all.... but i worked on sucking on sunflower seeds and then spitting them out. i also got to go back to the orthodontist as they talked about how ugly i used to be..*tear* thats ok... they dont' count anyway. after erinn left me and lacey went out to her house lol. it was already late, so we went outside and layed and watched shooting stars and the moon, and mars, o and her neighbors window lol. then we got the bright idea to walk down the road.. well i was underwearless(i like being FREEEEEE) and i had on these little shoots with a whole in the croche(spelling?) and we got to a very lovely dark area where we could see the stars fine, when all of the sudden a big ass bat came flying at our faces lol. so we took off running back to her house. then we decided we would go swimming at 11 at nite. &lt;font size="18"&gt; EEEK we swam nude... lol again the whole being free theory&lt;/font&gt; it was great. then we went inside got ons ome big fluffy clothes and dragged a sleeping bag out in her driveway and layed on the ground eating peanut butter and jelly. &lt;marquee&gt; lacey is messy with the jelly&lt;/marquee&gt; lol but im good at swallowing it. hmmm then we went to sleep and woke up at 4 to watch again, but nope of course we didnt' see shit. there were lots of flying objects though  like spinny light ones. yea and now im home. and im sitting here in my bra.. im gonna go lay out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106079752523432571?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106079752523432571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106079752523432571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106079752523432571' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106062487757122233</id><published>2003-08-11T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T14:01:17.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo today has been a real hoot. not really. i woke up at like 10:30-11 somewhere in there. &lt;marquee&gt;I took a shower&lt;/marquee&gt; it was amazing, i used this stuff that smelled good.. called s-o-a-p. thats what my mom told me it was. yea and then i walked thru my backyard to go to dollar tree, and i got covered in mud lol. it was amazing.  old men stared at me alot today :S. i was scurred. now i think im gonna go play my guitar and maybe find something to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106062487757122233?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106062487757122233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106062487757122233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106062487757122233' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106056953304272492</id><published>2003-08-10T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T22:39:23.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;i love lacey&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was awesome. lacey dom and i went to the show. well dom took us there but he had to go to work :(. so when we got there it was raining for hard and storming and it was SOOo awesome!. but it was kinda cold. but beaver was there :D and so it was cool. we just chilled and of course watched the bands, but we were outside most of the time, cuz it was kinda a hardcore show... and im sorry to say but that just ain't my thing. i only got punched in the mouth this time lol. but it kinda hurt bad cuz my braces just got tightened :S so yea. that was cool. o yes lol i forget to mention. steph dom cassie and i all went to the beach lol and some bitch 7 yr old threw bugs at us, so we made her cry. lol thats what happens when u mess with us. &lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="16"&gt; u hear that little children&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt; boooooo ya! hmmm cassie stayed at my house along with lacey, and lemme tell ya. they dont' know how to sleep lol. they made fun of me the whole nite, while i was half awake half dreaming, about how i looked like i was kissing in my sleep or talking one of the two. and i was walking yea. that was hot. but they kept me in that half awake half sleep state until 3 am which bites monkeys ass. today was slamming. we chilled with pete and jill and jason lol. we went to his house and watched donnie darko, and my favorite man dan was there ( that rhymed man, dan) yea he rocks my face off. &lt;font size="16"&gt; Pete HIT A SUV&lt;/font&gt; it was scurry. i dont' trust that childs driving. lol we also went to laceys crib and swam.and i shared a bowl of ramon noodles with lacey. jill swam in laceys clothes. and she looked like a big cat! nahh im just messing shes hott. we jammed to the clash on the way home, and i wrote a few tabs. woooo they are gonna rock. i hope we have band practice soon. i miss my little chicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106056953304272492?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106056953304272492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106056953304272492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106056953304272492' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106040019346457525</id><published>2003-08-08T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T23:36:33.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; tim die, i can keep secrets... loser. *whispers* hey everyone timmy has a little weiner. &lt;br /&gt;today was ok, i haven't showered in *thinks* 3 days, and i dont' smell at all lol. ok wait 4 days. and i have a bit of an odor. but im gonna shower tommorow morning i think. damn i can't wait to go to this show. it gonna rock. today steph and i decided to walk down to mcdonalds. in white tank tops... of course it started raining on the way back and to top it all off it got cold. so there i was with my see thru shirt, and greasy bright blonde hair walking around meadville lol. i fit nicely with the crowd. then i took my lexapro. so of course me and steph started laughing hysterically at pudding, and the little men in the pudding. see its not really pudding its little men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;u can't just sell your little men, if anyone has your little men, i want them to be MINE&lt;/marquee&gt; yes the army has been freed. lol we PRACTICE WITH SPOONNNNNNNNNS. god steph i love you. lol. we have matching boobage shirts. yes yes. they are sexy, cept my left boob always flops out, its strange. i hateeeeeeeee this computer.  it crashed! and this time it wasn't my fault, but its all fixed. those little hacker whores need to back up off this computer. im talking to cassie. she is fabulous i want to make her babies, and then throw them down stairs.. yes that would be fun. see i would make her carry the babies in her belly, cuz i hate children, and i would end up throwing myself downstairs, which would pry lead to me being put in one of those padded rooms... they are very white *shudders* small tight areas *twitch*  my braces have officially carved there own 6 foot graves in my cheeks lol. so my face is a bit swelled, but who would notice. yepp tahts right no one. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;keep it real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106040019346457525?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106040019346457525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106040019346457525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106040019346457525' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106035160912267073</id><published>2003-08-08T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T10:07:21.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i woke up to sticking my leg in dog piss. yea my step mom is redoing the kitchen, and the dog is scared of the nail gun. sooo she stuck the dog in my room, where it decided to take a big piss on my bed :D and then it leaked a bit on steph. steph just discovered a rash. lovely. im just gonna stay away from nates hot tub. im not even gonna scratch my face, cuz last time i did that  i got  huge mask of bumps all over my face :(  &lt;font size="18"&gt;i must contain the urge to scratch&lt;/font&gt;yea it bites. i wish i didn't have the urge to itch. i missed dot though. so we went up there basically to see her.. and eric of course mmmmmmmmmm. i almost got him in the hot tub with me, but of course he was scared his pee pee would get too happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106035160912267073?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106035160912267073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106035160912267073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106035160912267073' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106031364177350616</id><published>2003-08-07T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T23:40:17.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was pretty cool. i got to wear my might mouse shirt :) lol. first i got to wake up beside beautiful stephy. it was cute we both opened our eyes and looked right at each other blinked, and then closed our eyes again lol. my mom has been really nice lately.. except she gave me alittle too much info... lets just say anal ease lol. then i went to stephs crib. we watched final destination 2, which was fuckin awesome, and i ate the whole time. steph and i then walked down to nates house. stephs a big whoreeeeeeeeeee. lol actually she just appeared to be one tonite. she actualyl looked really good. then we got to nates, and as we were changing, pete came. pete got to see my hot new white hair lol. geezzzzz they conversations i have with people. i should wear a sign that i can flip on my shirt that says what rating the conversation is... ok so i would only need one sign. X rated. lol i know i know people im a honry little girl, but thats ok... right? anyway. i really like how people like to insult people in their journals? instead of u know callign em or u know speaking to them. i guess im not "cool" anymore, i didn't get a message. i have a message for a few people. &lt;font size="18"&gt;Grow up, ur not ten anymore, despite the way some people lookkkk&lt;/font&gt;yea ok so today was hot. we just chilled in the hot tub. it was goooooooooood fun. i have a head ache though. pete didn't slam into the guardrails this time.. good job pete. haha. ok well thats all im gonna write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;peace out YO&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106031364177350616?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106031364177350616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106031364177350616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106031364177350616' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106022656483139283</id><published>2003-08-06T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T23:26:30.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok here is goes. a bitchy blog. &lt;br /&gt;today was awesome.. up until i got online. everyone is soo bitchy and whiney and PEOPLE GET OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok here it goes. annie is pissing me off to the max lately. she is constantly whining and snapping at me, becuase " im so mean, or thati m soo distant" bull shit. she is the one that is going across america, or chillin with pete. thats not my problem. yea i love the girl, but god damn suck it up and stop whining and change it. this is my veiw on life.. &lt;b&gt; if u don't like something, change it" &lt;/b&gt; damn its not rocket science. how is it helping to whine about it? its not. its making people feel sorry for u, that gives u the false belief that it helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pissed at pete, because he was no time to hang out with us people.. u know us GIRLs who are his FRIENDS. because he has &lt;em&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; that doesn't mean forget about everyone else? how retarded. people are just aggrevating me. like mad!  my braces are a bitcha dn they are cuttingmy mouth, so i CHANGED IT. i sawed them down lol. see its a little thing i like to call, &lt;font size="14"&gt;not being a whineass&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnnnnnnnnnn. ok so i whined a bit in here lol but hey im allowed to every once in a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106022656483139283?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106022656483139283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106022656483139283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106022656483139283' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106022338131193016</id><published>2003-08-06T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T22:29:41.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; hey today was rocking. &lt;marquee&gt;steph and i went shopping together &lt;/marquee&gt; she also dyed my hair and man does it look hot. its like white! wooooo. then we went to all kinds of places and got clothes. im really happy my mom is feeling better, i was really worried about her. i got a sweet hat today tooooo. its fine, just like me with butter all over my body. mmm just like that. we ordered a pizza when we got home. pizza gives steph gas... and me too. so we have gas. Annie thinks we all desert her, when really.. shes never home.. so that ain't our problem. sorry hun. tommorow i think we are having a band practice. this is gonna rock. i think its gonna be at my crib though, cuz my mom works. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106022338131193016?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106022338131193016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106022338131193016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106022338131193016' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106018069073496450</id><published>2003-08-06T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T10:38:51.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; ooo shit. my mom just called me crying cuz she hurts and she is throwing up? im really confused. but as soon as my dad gets home i have to go be with my mom. i guess its ok. even though i kinda had a nice day planned. thats ok though. stephy can come over to my house. and we can go shopping at deb and stuff. i went to the orthodontist this morning *grumble* i swear they don't care if they ram a knife into your mouth lol. they just take a cotton ball and wipe up the blood... nice huh. yea, well now there is 2 things on each side of my mouth, poking my tongue, and it hurts. im gonna saw them off. &lt;br /&gt;i went thrift store clothes shopping today too.. i just got a whole bunch of shirts though, mostly ho-ish little tank tops, that way i can be a whore... thats all i ahve done today... ooo yay blood is currently draining out of my teeth. this is cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106018069073496450?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106018069073496450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106018069073496450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106018069073496450' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106013930591554282</id><published>2003-08-05T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T23:08:25.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; today was one of those.. i wake up, but pretty much walk around sleeping, days. i just kinda laid around cuz i was really &lt;marquee&gt;DiZzY&lt;/marquee&gt; and i had no clue why. then i just went home, and played guitar for a while and practiced "dedicated to a drama queen" that song is hot. then here comes the highlight of my day. i mowed our whole yard with a push mower lol. and now my hands are all blistered and nasty, and they hurt soo bad. I got mcdonalds food today, and i really enjoy HOW BED DIDN't CALL ME BACK YET.. no play time for u! Tommorow i have a very busy busy day. so hopefully everything goes smoothly. o yes i forgot.. speaking of smooth. the dog shit all over the floor, and i stepped in it, and slid onto the bathroom floor. yea that was hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106013930591554282?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106013930591554282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106013930591554282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106013930591554282' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-106005987342246392</id><published>2003-08-05T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:04:33.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; i stayed the nite at erinns house yesterday it was awesome. we practiced ALOT. and even wrote a really awesome song called "dedicated to a drama queen" its awesome. our band name is officially 3rd Stop. and ahhhhh its  awesome lol. erinn got a chair stuck to her ass lol. i took a pic of it, so as soon as she gets it developed we will put it on here lol. it was great though. my fingers are sore as hell. we almost burned down her house . well we really didn't but every smoke detector in the whole house starting going nuts. lol cuz we are sped and can't make pizza right. .. it is true about black men *im gonna leave it at that* lol. today jehovah witnesses came to the door, and erinns mom made me answer it, cuz im wiccan. so i let them talk ,and then they asked if i pray, and i was like um no hun im not christian. and i swear they both almost died lol. it was great. i explained wicca to them as they rolled their eyes and tried to act like they cared. they were the bright ones that said "... um well at least we both believe in a god right?" lol hehe erinns mom said they pry rinses themselves with holy water when they got back in their little van. and they finally crossed her name off the house to torture list lol. next they will be planting crosses in her yard. erinn has cool horses, but they hate me. i don't know why? its crazy. i had soo much fun at her house. im gonna go back as soon as possible. we sound awesome together too. which is amazing.. cuz we are all weirdos. heheehehehe i woke up today to erinn sitting in front of me playing the guitar lol, singing "WAKE UP, WAKE Up" i thought that hot. now im at my dads house. i get to help my step mom clean this house lol&lt;br /&gt;funny i know. so far i have picked up paper with shit on it, and fell down the basement stairs, but hey thats life i guess.. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-106005987342246392?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106005987342246392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/106005987342246392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106005987342246392' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105993957495990461</id><published>2003-08-03T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T15:39:34.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; woo yesterday we went to firemens beach and chilled with pete. just steph pete and i. we had alot of fun. at least i did lol. then we came bcak to my house and chilled. they had to leave early to take stupid steph home. lol i loev you steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the &lt;font size="16"&gt;SHIT HIT THE FAN &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nate flipped out, cuz he was downstairs, away from his computer when steph messaged him to come with us, but of course he didn't get it, till we were gone so he assumed we didn't invite him. what a shit. so he was being a crank ass and started yelling at me, bout he invites us everywhere... yea he was being lame like that. then steph and him broke up. cuz nates a big shit, and got himself into this relationship and has been draggin it on for 8 months.. sorry nate but that is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr people suck. stePhy , u r soo beautiful to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. i love oyu hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored. its nasty outside and im eating stale reeses cereal lol. im gonna go shower, or think abuot it, or something. blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105993957495990461?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105993957495990461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105993957495990461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993957495990461' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105993307636032437</id><published>2003-08-03T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T13:51:16.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/ColdTuesday/1052866406_TheLostSoul.JPG" border="0" alt="The Lost Soul"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Lost Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ColdTuesday/quizzes/What%20sign%20of%20the%20Black%20Zodiac%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105993307636032437?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105993307636032437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105993307636032437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993307636032437' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105985975854173744</id><published>2003-08-02T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T17:31:47.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;woo i haven't wrote for a while. hmm lets see the lovely beautiful stephy has been staying with me for a really long time. i love that girl, i never get sick of her lol. last nite i went to an awesome freakin show! it was really fun. dog fashion disco (the band that is i guess signed or whatever), was worse then the other bands. lol its pretty great. it was soooo extremely hot and humid in there, my jeans were like molded to my legs, and my hole in my crouch did not survivie, especially after i jumped in stephs arms, and every safety snapped and poke me in the &lt;em&gt;VAGINAL AREA&lt;/em&gt;it actually hurt pretty bad. beaver likes to whip out his penis and nuts randomly lol. Most find it disgusting, but me, i find it lovely lol. today i got to help the wimpy little steph and her awesome mom clean their basemtent. the contents of their basement were growing mushrooms lol.  steph refused to touch the stuff, and whined, as i explored the coolness of mushy stuff that has no title. hmmm, i found what i thought was a chipmunk outside, but really, it was a bunny. my step dad helped me figure this one out. see it was missing its head and tail.. so it was quite hard to tell what it iwas. i had a really good time at the show. really good time, but i was terrified walking home lol. cuz its creepy to walk on dark deserted roads with guys in cars driving past whistling and screamign your hott, and then mysterious vehicles that just FOLLOW us. grr steph im soo happy ur walllet passed as a cell phone lol. i was about ready to whip out the deodorant lol.  ok this fuckin fly must die. its one of those overly friendly ones  that are impossible to kill, cuz they are smart enough ot move, but dumb enough to land on ur face, hand, hair.. etc. u know all the places that annoy the HELL OUTA ME! AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105985975854173744?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105985975854173744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105985975854173744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105985975854173744' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105971078456226782</id><published>2003-08-01T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T00:06:24.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok im currently picking at these skin on my nose lol. gross i know. but yea, im tired and antsy. steph is cutting at paper. she doesn't seem too happy tonite. must be tired.. and her tummy hurts. we went and chilled with pete tonite. it was cool. and very just relaxing. yea. hmm. o today we had band practice again. lol it didn't get very far though. cuz u know, it was only 2 of the band members, manager and substitute drummer lol. so it was special . me and annie have the great idea to just stop in the middle of a song, and look at each other and say. "well that doesn't sound right" blah. today i was really tired and irratable until the nite. pry cuz it was cloudy outside and just blah. i hope me and steph can go to the show tomorrow it would be awesome. but i don't know how im gonna get rid of the kids.. get down there. and get money. yea this is gonna be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105971078456226782?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105971078456226782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105971078456226782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105971078456226782' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105957958225935143</id><published>2003-07-30T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T11:39:42.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok this is gonna be a bitchy blog.. so if u don't feel like hearing me whine. then don't read on lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously sick of people . like the whole idea of a person pisses me off lol. rightn ow, i would like nothing more then to blow up wal mart, and the fuckin world with it. ever since i made a mistake, i have been treated unhumanly by every fuckin law enforcement fucker. law sucks, and they can stick their big crusty penis up their own ass. "you ten days is up"--- shut up bitch , ur ten days has been up since the day u were born, u ugly dog lol. im soo pissy rightn ow. the only person i can pry talk to without feeling like they would look better with blood dripping out of their mouth and nose and ears, is pry stephy. shes cool. plus we have been through alot together. blah hoyl fuckin damn. i hate law. i think i should go into law, that way i can piss them off real bad. that black guy, needs some sex. i think he is just unhappy cuz he can't get none, cuz he can't find his pee pee cuz its hidden under a big flab. infant stealer. he should die. god. 1 pm needs to just come. right now. mmmm reeses lol. ok that was off the subject, but i decided. if i wasn't so pissy rightn ow, i would throw up all this stuff, i have ketchup on my bowl and something hard on my spoon, but im just too damn pissed to care &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105957958225935143?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105957958225935143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105957958225935143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105957958225935143' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105953626809185252</id><published>2003-07-29T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T23:37:48.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im currently listening to sweet child of mine, by guns and roses which is a fuckin awesome song! i love it. today was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;me and steph woke up to annie on the phone. she made us get up lol. &lt;br /&gt;so stephy showered why i cleaned my room :S&lt;br /&gt;then i showered and annie showed up. yelling at us cuz we didn't help her bring everything up lol. ok it wasn't exactly yelling, but u know that little bitch. ahhhhh. lol &lt;br /&gt;hmm then annie called nate adn pete and told them to come over. &lt;br /&gt;so we had a band practice, without erinn :( *sniffle* i miss u sweetheart.  it was awesome though! we can play brain stew really awesome. it was soo cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then annie had to leave :( it was emotionally harming lol. but we survived. nate adn steph had sex.. i mean they watched office space lol. while pete adn i played nintendo.  i am the ultimate nintendo girl hehehehe. i know all the secrets! hmm what else did we do. o yes then me and steph went out with pete. it was aesome. first we went downtown and got a jones, then we walked to the top of the parking garage, and looked around lol. then we climbed the stairs back down and went back to his car. then we went to firemens beach and played in the water and on the playground.  we found good places that we could make out... too bad i didn't have a boyfriend lol i would have mauled that mans face off lol. but i don't.. so nothing happened. we just swang and talked about what it would be like on a star... u know hot. lol steph noted that u would be tan lol awww i love vanessa carlton, shes soo cute and she has an awesome talent. woo then pete came back here, and we just drank cappuchino and chilled and talked about  stuff lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom told us to be careful there was a black man(pry that wal mart shit) stealing infants.. so u know WE should be careful.. since we appear to be a hot infant baby lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mom lol. she is pretty cool actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105953626809185252?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105953626809185252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105953626809185252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105953626809185252' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105936334696037388</id><published>2003-07-27T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T23:35:46.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dag yo. today was hot. ok im supposed to talk ghetto but i really only know about 4 ghetto words.. and they are like 2 letters long. Aight. Aight. listen up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was rockin. i woke up and took a shower.. i shaved too. then lacey called. she came over.. but not before i learned how to play morning star ! Wooo i love that song. its soo muggy and hot outside. me and lacey came to my dads house. and so we decided we would go to nates. we put plastics bags on, like coats lol and one on our head and we walked all the way to nate likes that. and we stayed pretty dry for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;Dot says she has now seen it all lol when we got there, we sang for the yahoo chat room, and nate was the deep voice girl with throat cancer lol. it was soo cool. lacey has gas.. they are loud farts so they do not have an odor... ok not a bad one.. its not strong. mm foods done. brb. we just chilled with nate and tom, and then we went to mcdonalds.. we also invited pete along, and tim but tim wasn't home. &lt;font size="16"&gt;YES TIM WE DID INVITE YOU&lt;/font&gt; hmm it was awesome, we got milkshakes, and looked at ht epassing show goers. then we went to toms house and watched strong bad. it was weird, but funny.  we also played double dragon( i think thats what its called) then we went back to nates house and watched bonzai.. and molested eric.. he really likes us i think :) &lt;br /&gt;pete lacey and i then left and &lt;u&gt;pete hit the guardrail going really fast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe it was great. he denys that he was going fast, but he was going fast enough. We even got to listen to that awesome tune Pizza Day. which was truly amazing.woo we came to my house and watched the man show. and got bored so we decided we would go check out the show.. awesome idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was there. and we just got to get molested by beaver and his brother will( i think that is his name) lol he just whipped out his penis. he wants petes pee pee too.  woo so we came home. o wait i forget to mention something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beaver decided he would attach himself to petes moving car.. pete went very fast. and beaver decided he would jump. he ended up standing. and then he fell into a split lol. which was just soo awesome! well and here me and alcey sit eating noodles and cheese and lacey is playing with a bottle of ramono cheese *aged over 5 months*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that make u just wanna eat the whole bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105936334696037388?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105936334696037388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105936334696037388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105936334696037388' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</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-5394636.post-105927245418057872</id><published>2003-07-26T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T22:20:54.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; today was an awesome day. i woke up at like 11. and just layed around trying to figure out why i was awake. then i walked my mom to wokr, cuz i felt like being nice. hehe hmm let see. o yes. then my brother came and we ( jessica, ryan, and me) went to kings and ate lunch. mm i am the most basic out of all of them. jessica ordered some hawaiian drink with the little umbrella and everything lol, and some chicken wrap with ranch and spices.. my brother ordered this huge vanilla shhake with cherry and whip cream on top  and some big mac meal thing lol. and i.. are u ready for this... i got some grilled cheese fries and a mountain dew. i felt proud, that i was the lamest eater out of all of us. lol then lacey called so pete and i went out there and we swam and watched "from hell" and we went to the beach too. it was awesome. it was sooooo pretty, the waves were huge and they just looked soo perfect. so we all just stared at the water trying to get the waves to come to us. but since god was being a fucker( as usual) the waves stayed away. fuckin damn god. heheheh we got to direct pete home. lol we made him take this off road thing, that is basicalyl not a road, and it goes by the old beer distributor place. its like a creek. o yea i forgot. we also walked around the cemetary.. we had alot of sex chats today.. and we made our porn star noises. and pete agreed with screams and voices like that, we could be excellent porn stars. lol we went to the school too and played on the playground and sank in quick sand. so then we had to go rinse our shoes off. &lt;em&gt;PETE OFFERS POT TO SMALL CHILDREN&lt;/em&gt; hehe i really love our sex noises. they are awesome. hmmmmmmmmm. we JAMMED TOO! pete on the keyboard lacey on bass, me on electric. it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i love green rubber pee pees*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5394636-105927245418057872?l=dearloneliness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105927245418057872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5394636/posts/default/105927245418057872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearloneliness.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105927245418057872' title=''/><author><name>.:.Janae.:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14842331807193052815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
