<?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-5462891304947392152</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:49:56.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buzzkill</title><subtitle type='html'>"From an angle...my sandwich looks like the state of Texas."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-6460363515112273167</id><published>2009-09-09T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:28:46.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ, I'm losing my touch.</title><content type='html'>I mean, first, I don't get on here in forever and then I forget Gustav's birthday (yesterday)?&lt;br /&gt;What else am I going to miss?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-6460363515112273167?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6460363515112273167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/09/christ-im-losing-my-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/6460363515112273167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/6460363515112273167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/09/christ-im-losing-my-touch.html' title='Christ, I&apos;m losing my touch.'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-5499907729856370625</id><published>2009-08-22T00:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:53:44.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Es ist Gegen Meinen Willen</title><content type='html'>OMG I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE IN FOREEEEEEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to say for myself to be honest. I didn't have anything to say, not even random thoughts. I just kind of forgot about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, something that really intrigued me. Tom Kaulitz, alongside getting rid of his trademark dreadlocks, has stopped sleeping around to say that he has decided to wait and fall in love. What's happened to you, man?! I mean, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; for you, but...this just isn't you. This isn't the you that I'm attracted to. This is the you that I kind of wonder what's going around in your head. Maybe you're growing up. That would make sense since, you know, your birthday's coming up soon and all...you're going to be 20 years old. Sleeping around would almost be not acceptable anymore. But, like I said, I'm happy that you've decided to fall in love. I can't wait until you do because you can make any girl happy (*cough* Natalie *cough*). Just be careful of the duds, okay? We're not all rainbows and sunshine just because we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; we're in love. Remember that, Tomcat. (heh, rhyme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And that's all I've got to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-5499907729856370625?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5499907729856370625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-ist-gegen-meinen-willen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5499907729856370625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5499907729856370625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/es-ist-gegen-meinen-willen.html' title='Es ist Gegen Meinen Willen'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-6089515979623549446</id><published>2009-08-10T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:23:43.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy pays for it all and in return, you wear Daddy's underwear.</title><content type='html'>Firstoff, can someone please explain my title to me? It's a few translated lines from Tokio Hotel's song "Freunde Bleiben", and it makes abso&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lute&lt;/span&gt;ly no sense to me. Maybe it's a German thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit, why do I keep forgetting to post in here?&lt;br /&gt;It's insane! Well, it's not like anyone actually reads this shit but it's still nice having a place to keep my thoughts until they rot and smell and grow some funny lookin' green stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually really had any memorable thoughts...just stuff mostly about Bill and Tom and Georg and Gustav. I could have probably just said Tokio Hotel, but I had already said Bill, and I felt bad if I didn't include the rest of their names.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humanoid&lt;/span&gt;! Their first single's called "Automatic" (or "Automatisch" for all you Germanites) and I can't wait to hear it! Just give it to us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, TH! What the hell are you waiting for?!&lt;br /&gt;But wait.&lt;br /&gt;If they did give it to us now, then Tom would stop blogging, since apparently it's only for until the album comes out...and then I wouldn't have anything to read! D:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-6089515979623549446?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6089515979623549446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/goddamnit-why-do-i-keep-forgetting-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/6089515979623549446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/6089515979623549446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/goddamnit-why-do-i-keep-forgetting-to.html' title='Mommy pays for it all and in return, you wear Daddy&apos;s underwear.'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-5328512643931414850</id><published>2009-08-05T11:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:51:59.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Has Broken Down...</title><content type='html'>I've only been up for about an hour and already I want to go back to sleep. It's not helping that "Black" by Tokio Hotel is playing. Songs that make me go out like a light = "Black", "Monsoon", "Geh"...are you seeing a trend here? They're all slow, steady songs and they trigger whatever makes me sleepy. I don't need that right now. And yet I haven't changed the song yet...huh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's over now, so I don't really need to. Let's see what comes up next.&lt;br /&gt;...The Jonas Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not necessarily a fan of the JoBros but I don't hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. I only really like two songs by them: "I Am What I Am" and "Poor Unfortunate Souls". And they didn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; the second one! It's great how things work out even though I don't mean for them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-5328512643931414850?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5328512643931414850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-has-broken-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5328512643931414850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5328512643931414850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-has-broken-down.html' title='The World Has Broken Down...'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-3613111367785191935</id><published>2009-08-01T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:53:50.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pick a language, Deutsch or German."</title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to say that it 8:18 in the morning, which is my shitty reason for stating the title, which, if you don't live under a rock, you would know that Deutsch and German are &lt;em&gt;the same thing&lt;/em&gt;. Deutsch is German for the word "German". Deutschland = "Germany". Now that we have that out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;Second, I won my bet. But I'm mad that I even went through with it until the time that my friend gave up. The prize for me winning &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wasn't worth it. I lost sleep over it since I've been listening to Scream to go to sleep &lt;em&gt;every day&lt;/em&gt; for the past &lt;em&gt;three months&lt;/em&gt;, maybe longer. Call me pathetic, call me what you will (only &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; kids would get &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; reference). And when you change my night music and I don't &lt;em&gt;really really&lt;/em&gt; like the band at the moment, I don't get much sleep. I mean, I love Bowling For Soup, but...I didn't like them a whole lot that night. So, point being made, I didn't sleep. And then I was half miserable for four hours when I got up (Rachelyn didn't really put much effort into the bet so she gave way pretty easily). It wasn't even &lt;em&gt;worth it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Third, Blogspot, I like to think. A lot. Despite what some people think, I am quite a frequent thinker and I can daze off for a pretty long time (record being 20 minutes). So, this morning, I was lying in bed and listening to Monsoon (my current favorite Tokio Hotel song - it kind of makes me feel like a bad fan since it's not even in German and it's one of their most popular songs) and I let my mind wander. See, you know that part where it gets all quiet and Bill says "I'll be with you soon...just me and you...we'll be there soon...so soon..."? Right after he says "so soon", I like to turn my stereo up &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; loud (and when I say really loud, some people would just think it's mezzo forte instead of, like, fortissimo. I couldn't find any other way to put it. In other words, it's not as loud as you might think). And just this morning, after the burst of music and Bill started singing the chorus again, I realized just how strong his accent is when he's singing --don't look at me like that, I remember the days where I couldn't &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; his accent-- and I thought "Oh, man...what if I &lt;em&gt;dated&lt;/em&gt; him? I mean, most of the time his accent is cute and endearing but sometimes it just gets &lt;em&gt;annoying&lt;/em&gt;...but then...I guess if I loved him, it wouldn't &lt;em&gt;matter&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;And then my mind is off in a tither about what would happen if we dated or why he wouldn't like me and there I came up with a grand total of one reason because I don't know him and I don't know his preferences even though I posted a list a while ago. I can't string a coherent sentence together in German. Well, granted, I know some of the really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; easy stuff like "Good morning" "Hello" "Goodbye" "Show me your vagina", but as for actually taking the words and making sentences out of them, that's a no-go. Hell, I can barely say "I don't speak German", and I don't even know where the &lt;em&gt;nicht&lt;/em&gt; goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show that I probably never &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; date Bill Kaulitz if I ever, ever, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; get the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I would never listen to myself if I did get the opportunity. I mean, it's &lt;em&gt;Bill&lt;/em&gt; (and I'm not saying that like...in a fangirl-type of way. I really do like Bill and I would like to get to know him beyond the Tokio Hotel frontman persona-type thing...well, not a &lt;em&gt;persona&lt;/em&gt;, per-se, but...oh I'll shut up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-3613111367785191935?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/3613111367785191935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-language-deutsch-or-german.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/3613111367785191935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/3613111367785191935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-language-deutsch-or-german.html' title='&quot;Pick a language, Deutsch or German.&quot;'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-1066723163043605698</id><published>2009-07-31T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:21:04.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFFFFFFF</title><content type='html'>I stupidly made a bet with my friend Rachelyn that I couldn't go a whole day without Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;So, just for today, I'm cut off completely. No pictures, no music, no interviews, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything.&lt;/span&gt; I can only think and talk about them. So I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. Kinda fits my mood, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-1066723163043605698?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1066723163043605698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/fffffffff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/1066723163043605698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/1066723163043605698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/fffffffff.html' title='FFFFFFFFF'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-8493373189247712819</id><published>2009-07-26T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:05:23.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girl, Little girl, your life is callin'</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of forgot about this blog. (But then again, I forget about a lot of things. It's nothing new.)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm in an insanely good mood right now. Walking does that to you.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I need a personality overhaul. This will probably only take effect until the rest of the night, but eh.&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much time keeping to myself, and this is why I think nobody likes me.&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to people more.&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if lightbulbs had wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-8493373189247712819?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8493373189247712819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-girl-little-girl-your-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8493373189247712819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8493373189247712819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-girl-little-girl-your-life-is.html' title='Little girl, Little girl, your life is callin&apos;'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-6534040375134422015</id><published>2009-07-24T13:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:36:57.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>It seems to me that every time I ask someone how their summer is going, I seem to be reminded of how blantantly boring my own is. No matter how much I try to make it not so.&lt;br /&gt;Life is depressing, even if, at an angle, my sandwich looked like the state of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-6534040375134422015?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/6534040375134422015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/6534040375134422015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/6534040375134422015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-4556434773490993043</id><published>2009-07-18T12:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:06:14.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird is the Word</title><content type='html'>Don't you know about the bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT THE BIRD IS THE WORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that. C:&lt;br /&gt;I love nail polish. I don't know if it's because I grew up watching my mom get her nails done all the time or the fumes from said nail polish made me giddy, but I love it. All the pretty colors and the feel of the brushes on my nails. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I also love makeup, but I don't think I'd use that quite as much as nail polish. I mean, heck, it's only been a few months since I bought it and I'm already halfway through my black nail polish bottle (Sally Hansen "Hard as Nails" Xtreme Wear in Black Out)).&lt;br /&gt;Being the nail polish fan I am, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to buy such a pretty color. C:&lt;br /&gt;(I'm guessing that it's a new color since I can't find any pictures of it on the internet...)&lt;br /&gt;It's a deep blue color. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kind of like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So that's all I did today. So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-4556434773490993043?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/4556434773490993043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/bird-is-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/4556434773490993043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/4556434773490993043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/bird-is-word.html' title='The Bird is the Word'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-1989024711652818984</id><published>2009-07-17T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:34:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you cuz you won't get out of my way...</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, it is really hard to irritatedly stomp off in high heels if you can't walk in them that well. Just an observation for if you want to make a dramatic exit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit miffed. I didn't really want to post but I decided to make myself since I've been posting every single day and I wasn't ready to break that chain.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm listening to Away by Breaking Benjamin. Most of the time, I wouldn't go for a band like them, but I think right now is an exception since I'm not in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see you 'cuz you won't get out of my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear you 'cuz you won't quit screaming my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel you 'cuz you won't stop touching my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you, I'm coming to take  you away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-1989024711652818984?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/1989024711652818984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-see-you-cuz-you-wont-get-out-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/1989024711652818984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/1989024711652818984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-see-you-cuz-you-wont-get-out-of-my.html' title='I see you cuz you won&apos;t get out of my way...'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-3642341516117816269</id><published>2009-07-17T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:41:20.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When your ship is going down...</title><content type='html'>I really love Green Day.&lt;br /&gt;They will always have a soft spot in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Their names are like...a wave of nostalgia when I hear them.&lt;br /&gt;The good kind of nostalgia, which is weird because the year that I was obsessed with them was the shittiest year of my life. I'm not complaining, though. It's better than not being able to listen to them, which would sure be a waste of 10 CDs. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I have rediscovered them on my iTunes today while doing a survey thing. I had to write a story excerpt based off of one of their songs, and it happened to be Ha Ha You're Dead. Not one of their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; sensitive songs, but, hey. What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel like dancing and I'm listening to this song on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;I need a life. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-3642341516117816269?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/3642341516117816269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-your-ship-is-going-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/3642341516117816269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/3642341516117816269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-your-ship-is-going-down.html' title='When your ship is going down...'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-5466377349634279572</id><published>2009-07-16T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:55:01.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy.</title><content type='html'>I am in a very very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; Tokio Hotel mood today, which is always a good mood. I've been listening to their music (but since when am I not these days to most people), and watching a lot of their videos. I've been frequenting their UK forum and I really couldn't be happier. Is it sad that just doing that can make me happy? Whatever. I am happy so I want to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;I did a little music meme thing for writers. It was...interesting. I may be doing it again sometime soon. Although I have to keep track of the music, since on one of the questions, I had no idea that the song had stopped and that I had to move on until the first 3 lines of the new song had passed by.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making full one-shots out of a few of them. But I don't know which one to start with. I shall ask Mary and Kim when they sign on, to see what they think. That is, if I'm still in the mood to write when they get on (I hope I am).&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise I didn't really do much today. I never do. I guess I'm doomed to boredom for the rest of the summer. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-5466377349634279572?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5466377349634279572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pick-all-my-skirts-to-be-little-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5466377349634279572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5466377349634279572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pick-all-my-skirts-to-be-little-too.html' title='I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy.'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-8406443726906714996</id><published>2009-07-15T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:37:28.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got No Right.</title><content type='html'>It's a really pretty song. Velvet Revolver. Go listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling my best right now. It's a mix of jealousy and disappointment. Always fun, yeah? *sigh*. My sister's going to Cirque de Soleil (or however the fuck you spell that) with her friend (something that I've wanted to do ever since I grew up realized how awesome it was). And she has now axed our daily routine of watching the Tyra Banks show with one sentence. "I watched it this morning." She's done this three days in a row and it's not the fact that I actually want to watch Tyra, but it's the fact that I wanted to spend time with her, which I seem to be doing less and less.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get used to this. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; her last year in high school. But it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And I am at a loss of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-8406443726906714996?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8406443726906714996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-got-no-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8406443726906714996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8406443726906714996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-got-no-right.html' title='You Got No Right.'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-5898101465953499094</id><published>2009-07-15T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:22:14.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Right!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE MOVIE WAS FREAKING &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even describe it if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albus Dumbledore, sir, you are a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAMF&lt;/span&gt;, so feel free to wear pink speedos for the rest of your after-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-5898101465953499094?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/5898101465953499094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5898101465953499094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/5898101465953499094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-right.html' title='I Was Right!!!'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-8475289632575324467</id><published>2009-07-14T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:28:14.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Is Blue (Like My Penis)</title><content type='html'>Today's been zany and it's not even 2:30 yet.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; the word zany so it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; been.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really, that was false advertising, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, I woke up at 9:30 originally but then I heard a really soothing Tokio Hotel song (or three - Geh, Hilf Mir Fliegen, and In Die Nacht) so I fell back asleep until 12:50. And then I really had no idea what was going on, so I was looking at my blinds trying to figure out if someone was staring at me through them or not. It was rather creepy.&lt;br /&gt;So I got up, fought with my sister over the computer (like a boss), grudgingly got off (like a boss), swallowed sadness (like a boss), and took a shower (like a boss). And yes, I did go all Lonely Island on you. I'm bored, whatcha gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;So here I am (rock you like a hurricane). I think I'm gonna go listen to some sxephil since his voice is now drilled into my head. He's nice to look at, but he has one of those voices that when you're not careful, it is drilled into your brain and then you end up hearing it for ever and ever and ever. See, I just read my post over again to proofread it and I read it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in his voice&lt;/span&gt;. This is how you know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitches be crazy&lt;/span&gt;. GODDAMNIT I DID IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I need a life, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll get one back when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH AND BEFORE I FORGET, I'M GOING TO SEE THE MIDNIGHT PREMIER OF &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE&lt;/span&gt;. I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED. I THINK IT'S GOING TO BE EPIC. BE JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-8475289632575324467?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8475289632575324467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-been-zany-and-its-not-even-230.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8475289632575324467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8475289632575324467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/todays-been-zany-and-its-not-even-230.html' title='The Sky Is Blue (Like My Penis)'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-563257046252680516</id><published>2009-07-14T04:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:35:46.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialzzz!</title><content type='html'>I'm probably going to be updating this thing like an overenthusiastic trendy person updates their twitter. Mainly because I don't use twitter often and most of the time forget I have one, and hell, who doesn't love that new-blog smell? Anyone? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I really just updated to say that you know you have too many fuckin' blogs when you need a whole bookmark folder to keep track of them. I have five now. But if you think I'm putting the urls to all five of them you better &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think again&lt;/span&gt;. But I will be nice and put one since it's the one I seem to update most often besides this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christieroad409.livejournal.com"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah. There you go. If you dig up some information on me having a crush on a kid named Jawn (or if you are Jawn, you) well then I don't care since it's highly doubtful I'll ever see him/you again. Even though it'll be awkward if I do. Um...&lt;br /&gt;So there goes the end of that one. I really am going to bed now, since I'm starting to get all droopy-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-563257046252680516?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/563257046252680516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/specialzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/563257046252680516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/563257046252680516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/specialzzz.html' title='Specialzzz!'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-9140979428144488545</id><published>2009-07-14T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:09:57.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww Dammit.</title><content type='html'>I totally should have put the url as texasshapedsandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;Now whenever I look back at this, I won't know wtf I was thinking when I made this thing.&lt;br /&gt;And thus, my purpose is ruined. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;I based it off of a quote of mine at this time in the morning a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;"From an angle...my sandwich looks like the state of Texas."&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:03 in the morning. I should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not since I am now absorbed in Philip DeFranco's (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sxephil"&gt;sxephil&lt;/a&gt;) voice. He's not bad looking either. My sister was right into teasing me that I thought he really was "sexy"phil. Since it's a play on how I pronounce his username. It's still wrong, it's really s-x-e, but I DON'T GIVE A DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I dreamt that I met him. He was a little buffer in my dream than he really is (or I think he really is) but it was still Phil, so I took it. He gave really great hugs and it really made my night. I remember my dream self yelling "It's Phil! It's Phil!" and then running up for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a dork, even in dream world where I am hot and look like Taylor Swift but with red/auburn hair.&lt;br /&gt;Because, admit it, she might not have the greatest music, but she's really really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;What is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I could meet sxephil. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-9140979428144488545?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/9140979428144488545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/awwww-dammit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/9140979428144488545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/9140979428144488545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/awwww-dammit.html' title='Awwww Dammit.'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462891304947392152.post-8287179364227687167</id><published>2009-07-14T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:59:50.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I admit it.</title><content type='html'>The only real reason I made this blog was for making the URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt; I am a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye&lt;/span&gt;s,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the blog title should have warned you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know how to turn the italics off.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There we go.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it got all turned upside down but now it's fixed again.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't have a purpose for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll update it when I want to. Could be weeks, months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really only one thing I want to say about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Mac touched my penis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5462891304947392152-8287179364227687167?l=texassandwiches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/feeds/8287179364227687167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-i-admit-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8287179364227687167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462891304947392152/posts/default/8287179364227687167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://texassandwiches.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-i-admit-it.html' title='Okay, I admit it.'/><author><name>Miabella Mouthrape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813926323768238634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
