<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1" ?>
<rss version="0.91">
  <channel>
    <title>untitled</title>
    <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/</link>
    <description>Pieces Of Me 4...One Step Closer</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 15:25:03 PDT</lastBuildDate>
    <generator>http://www.blogdrive.com</generator>
    <copyright>Copyright 2006.</copyright>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Poetry</category>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <item>
      <title>closed.. </title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/140.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2006 13:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>


Yesh i have closed these Pieces.. but i have made a new blog. so come visit me!

[Pieces Of Me] Fading Memories...New Beginnings
</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=140</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>What I am </title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/139.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2006 03:29:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>What i hate, i have become
What i am hates who ive been
and what i really am 
has to be hidden away
i am so confused
Im so sad
I just dont understand
What i am 
Ive fucked up
Ive lost command
of what i am 
of who i am 
Im not in control
Im overwhelmed
the nicotine has taken its fall
Im tired
Im tired
Im worring constently
Im a vercous reck continuessly
my worry rock has turned to dust
Now im here twidling my thumbs
what am i, who am i......</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=139</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>more questions</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/138.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2006 03:15:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>What do you dip a chicken nugget in?
Honey

Were you a boy/girl scout?
NO

Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?
no

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper
and mailed it?
About a week ago

Can you change the oil in a car?
Yes

Ever gotten a speeding ticket?
no

Ran out of gas?
no i dont drive

Best thing for breakfast:
Bacon egg and cheese biscuts from Mc Donalds

What is your usual bedtime:
when i am about ready to fall out of the chair from being online

Are you lazy?:
Ive gotten beter.. lol

Do you read the newspaper?:
no, too depressing

How many... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=138</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>80 questions</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/137.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2006 02:59:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> Whats your middle name? Marie

How big is your bed? King

What are you listening to right now? Missy Elloit Get your freak on

What are the last 4 digits in your phone number? 1169

What was the last thing you ate? Mac and Chees

Last person you hugged? Mom

How is the weather right now? Dark, rainy, dreary...
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Ann

What is the first thing you notice in the opposite sex? 
Eyes

Favorite type of Food? Mexican

Do you want children? Yes 1

Do you drink? no

Hair color? Blonde
Eye color? Blue

Do you wear contacts/glasses? Yes

Favorite... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=137</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>birthday bummer</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/136.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 23:08:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>My birthday has sucked ass today....
It really has.. I dont even want to write about it.. But i will.. 
I have been cleaning all day long and totally rearranging my room, then mom and dad left for a few and i had to clean the downstairs and vacum.. Yea that was my birthday... I dident hear from sandra, cause you know we were supposed to go out and eat today... so what ever....
I heard from Ann, and i think she was trying to find a way out here, but she never has yet to wish me a happy birthday....
Chris did, and Actually my Grandma and Uncle Gary sent me a card.. which shocked the hell out of... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=136</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>memorable songs</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/135.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 04:19:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>He was working through college on my grandpa's farm 
I was thirsting for for knowledge and he had a car 
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child 
When one restless summer we found love growing wild 
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path 
Funny how those memories they last 
Like strawberry wine and seventeen 
The hot July moon saw everything 
My first taste of love oh bittersweet 
Green on the vine 
Like strawberry wine 
I still remember when thirty was old 
My biggest fear was September when he had to go 
A few cards and letters and one long distance call 
We drifted away... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=135</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>Happy Birthday To ME!!!!</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/134.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 04:16:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
Lets see.... hmmm,.... Ill take the one in the back with the long hair... and the 3 next to him..... at the same time.... ********madd giggles********   &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;  yesh!!!</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=134</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>the edited verson</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/133.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 03:10:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I said fuck 60 times in this entry... so  this is the edited version......
these ****ing words are getting so ****ing frustrating...
and i cant hardely ****ing take it anymore...
the ****ing everything
the ****ing bitching..
the ****ing... memories...
the ****ing job
the ****ing house..
the ****ing music...
these ****ing words are getting so ****ing frusrating...
the ****ing poettry sucks
**** this and **** that...
thats all I ****ing hear all day long..
i ****ing hear **** so many times that iam about ready to ****ing puke...
i just cant ****ing take the ****ing bull shit any more.. 
****... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=133</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>:::in a Pink Floyd mood::: </title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/132.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 02:45:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Yes i am in a Pink Floyd Mood,  And the people who knows me really well understands what that means... and yesh, this will be a long night......

I had a horriable day.. being that said, it wasent really that bad till around 12 ish.  I am just in a really thinking, poetic mood.  And i knew that it would be a long night, weither i got on here or not.  So i thought that i would just get on here for a bit till get tired of the computer and decide to go upstairs and write.......

I re did my blogger ....blog, a few min ago.. http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com  So if you want to check it out you... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=132</comments>
    </item>
    <item>
      <title>:::in a Pink Floyd Mood:::</title>
      <link>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/archive/131.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 02:28:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When Im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the tv to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
Therell be nobody home.

I got the obligatory hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://untitledme0607.blogdrive.com/comments?id=131</comments>
    </item>
  </channel>
</rss>

