<?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-3881563</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:57.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:..:the.kuru:..:.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3881563.post-95804609</id><published>2003-06-18T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T14:22:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;i don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to be clear, i am not picking sides in this fight. i am completely out of it. you can all say what you want about me, because i really don't care. i'm staying out of this one. that everyone. i am not going to start fighting with everyone again. &lt;br /&gt;&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/3881563-95804609?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95804609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95804609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95804609' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-95692134</id><published>2003-06-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T13:07:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"it's not so bad being trendy, everyone who looks like me, is my friend"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone!!!!! what a great fucking weekend!!! for the first time in a few weeks i've got nothing to bitch about. well nothing new to bitch about!!! i feel so damn good. 3 on 3 was fun. got our asses kicked. oh well, not bad for 3 losers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;shout-outs&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;kelsey: good luck at your new job!!!! &lt;br /&gt;kayla: hope you're feeling better soon.&lt;br /&gt;london: "let go of my snack"!!!! lol, song: reel big fish- all i want is more&lt;br /&gt;sarah: you wanna help scott and i in getting ms.jones to yell at us?? it'll be fun, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;scott: two more days, then all hell breaks loose!!!! &lt;br /&gt;lance: phhh, you think you're so big with your 'comments'. &lt;br /&gt;brock: brock...hi.&lt;br /&gt;melissa: nice drawing. one question though, who was that big monster thingy eating?&lt;br /&gt;noel: no-el, no-el, no-el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done....for now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i got some running around do. talk to you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-95692134?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95692134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95692134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95692134' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-95269363</id><published>2003-06-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T06:07:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone. i'm in the middle of writing a new song. pretty sappy so far (hey, gotta have atleast one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout-outs...&lt;br /&gt;kelsey: long walk home. so tired. and DAMN my feet stink.&lt;br /&gt;london: we sing, we sing, we sing, we sing.&lt;br /&gt;kayla: i'm helpful!!! i'm helpful. also, sorry for the visit. it was kinda fun though. well, i found it fun.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: you seemed angry today. how come?&lt;br /&gt;scott: make up a drum beat!!&lt;br /&gt;lance: you seem sad. what's wrong lance? something's wrong....&lt;br /&gt;vance: you also seemed pissed.&lt;br /&gt;melissa: haha, you're going to be alone in band next year. &lt;br /&gt;adam: i hate you. i really really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;randy: pssst, will you go out with her?????&lt;br /&gt;anyone i forgot: no shirt, no shoes, no respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on i will no longer laugh at every stupid thing. the whole fake laugh thing is getting tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;and also, i will only help people when a reward is offered to me. for example: candy, pencils, pens, or any other thing else under $1. hell, give me a paperclip for all i care, just no more freebies. no more freebies!!&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/3881563-95269363?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95269363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95269363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95269363' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-95057525</id><published>2003-05-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T17:31:03.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wrote the best fucking song ever!!! london, scott, i don't care what you say, i'm not gonna change any lyrics. i like it the way it is. i'll try to get a copy to each of you by tomorrow. it is seriously a wicked song. that's all i wanted to say. talk to you later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-95057525?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95057525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95057525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95057525' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-95007236</id><published>2003-05-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T14:49:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;" i'm gonna beat you up."&lt;br /&gt;" who, you??" &lt;br /&gt;" no....me and him."&lt;br /&gt;" oh, ok."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, what a weinie!!&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm just sitting here talking with london. and listening to OFFSPRING!!! god i love offspring. it's been so long since i've listened to this stuff! i love it!! mwa ha ha ha ha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout-outs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kelsey: love you babe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;london: keep working on the bridge!! you'll never be as good as me!!!&lt;br /&gt;scott: grow! grow damn you!! that was for london.&lt;br /&gt;kayla: my leg hurts!! 4-inch scratch!!! &lt;br /&gt;sarah: 30 mins.!! un-interupted 30 minute nap!!! a new record!&lt;br /&gt;lance: gotta love the little diagram things with the balls and the poles and the connecting! (sexual innuenedo). i'm talking about chemistry. honest.&lt;br /&gt;vance: vance licked scott!!!! ewwww!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;brock: brock wins!!!!  brock wins again!!!!!! brock's still winning...brock can't lose....i hate brock.&lt;br /&gt;melissa: sorry i hit you with the stick. it was meant for kayla. &lt;br /&gt;noel: noel, noel, noel, noel.&lt;br /&gt;adam: you're a fucking idiot!!! stop stalking us!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it is! done and done!&lt;br /&gt;i'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "should i fight him?"&lt;br /&gt;"no"&lt;br /&gt;"why?"&lt;br /&gt;"because you're puny"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-95007236?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95007236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/95007236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95007236' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-94667039</id><published>2003-05-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T20:35:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shout-outs. all shout-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelsey: misha didn't puke on me! yay!&lt;br /&gt;kayla: i saw you once today. once. where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;london: we need a bass guitar! no more crappy acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;sarah: u.n debate tomorrow!!! opening statement!!!! go kurt!!!&lt;br /&gt;scott: scott trying to be punk.  now that's just silly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;vance: vance, vance, vance.&lt;br /&gt;melissa: we saw you when we got pulled over. that's really all i got.&lt;br /&gt;noel: he updates! he really really updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the big one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lance: maybe it's just my opinion, but you saying that we don't care if you're our friend or not is really shitty. when you decided to go up to the pole and hang out, we tried to follow you up there. you are the one who is rejecting all of us. we made the effort to hang around with you, but you pushed us all aside. again, maybe it's just me, but i'm not going to keep trying to be around you. you told all of us over blogger that you didn't want us following you around, so, we stopped. now you're saying we're not your friends? we still have a fun time even when you're not around, so why shoulod we be chasing after you to keep us company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's it. so long. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-94667039?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/94667039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/94667039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94667039' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-94262515</id><published>2003-05-13T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T17:52:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PART 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hanging 'round, downtown by myself and i've had so much time, to sit and think about myself, then there she was&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3! oh my god! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;well, i finally finished mowing the lawn. total time: 2hrs, 27 mins. not bad. i had to try and fix it because it's a piece of crap, so i brought the old roll of tape. no, not duct tape, i didn't have any. i used medical tape. worked surprising well. anyways, i dunno. nobody blogged about anything fun or intresting. well, except for sarah being viciously mauled down in football. lol. serves you right! lol. jk. &lt;br /&gt;i finally wrote a song!!! tooke me 25 mins!!!! amazing!!! and i have a full album of song titles ready!!! amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i't's not so bad being trendy, everyone who looks like me is my friend &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, part two of today's posts. i posted in the morning before school, but there was a lot of intresting things that happened to me today. first, i need to put on some music. good old winamp. crappy. i need more songs. two more than i have one-hundred. alright. today's events (only the fun ones):&lt;br /&gt;-got on the bus (it's always an adventure when you're on the handi bus) lol, that was actually pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;-got to present our poster thing in social. shopping carts rule! &lt;br /&gt;    -asked teacher a question, she didn't even hear it, and got yelled at&lt;br /&gt;    -teacher asked me what i wanted so i repeated my question&lt;br /&gt;    -got yelled at even more for asking a 'stupid question'. i just wanted to know if i could stand up for the remainder of the class. &lt;br /&gt;-signing up for 3on3 basketball at lunch&lt;br /&gt;    -played basketball in the gym. scott and kurt win!!!&lt;br /&gt;-played the crazy square game with lance in chem. lance finally wins! &lt;br /&gt;-got back on bus&lt;br /&gt;    -played cards&lt;br /&gt;-raced bus down hill. i win!! go kurt, go kurt.&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much it. english was pretty fun too. but english doesn't really matter because i don't like that class. it's so boring and stupid and crappy. good luck to scott and his drivers test! i love you kelsey! london is sexy! done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm a hopeless romantic...you're just hopeless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone. i guess i'm the only one to blog. of course, it is 7 20. i got's a busy week ahead of me. no more going out to play for a while. my mom bought a condo so now we have to try to sell this place. that means cleaning everything! ahhhhhh! anyways...my stomach still kinda hurts. so many freezies. damn you london! try to steal my freezies! you bitch! lol. alright, i gotta get going. almost time to leave for school. talk to you all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-94262515?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/94262515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/94262515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94262515' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93957547</id><published>2003-05-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T17:00:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, today was actually really fun. for the most part. it was all lots of fun until we got into the mall. then things started going downhill. but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the smiley meals sarah!&lt;br /&gt;lol, i made an old man fall. lol. we were driving down by somewhere ( i can't remember where it was) and there was this person along the side of the road. so i un-rolled my window and started screaming and groaning, and apparently he turned to look at me and he fell.lol, i know i shouldn't be laughing, but it is kinda funny. oh fun. ice cream rules. i wanna go back sometime. that was good ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;can't wait until tomorrow. what are we going to do anyway? i don't have any money, so hopefully it'll be just sitting around watching tv, or walking around somewhere. alright, i'm gone. c ya later. i'll post a longer one later tonight if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93957547?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93957547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93957547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93957547' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93714629</id><published>2003-05-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T12:02:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright. sorry i didn't post when i said i was going to. i was a tad pre-occupied. so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was an intresting day. pushing cars around the parking lot at iga, kayla getting naked in zellers, some kick ass dancing toy. what a day. oh yeah, and strawberry milk. mmm mmm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was an average day. i think. i can't really remember much that went on. same with firday. i think that's when we went to west ed. that was pretty intresting. damn you london and kayla! you brought down the fun level. why were you both so angry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's saturday...ICE CREAM!!! we just have to call everyone to see what's happening. scott says he won't go if london goes, and i don't think london cares who goes, so we're going to try to call london first. kayla! call him!  i don't have his number. seriously, i don't. melissa's grounded apparently, so she probably won't be going. sarah, you better come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now. &lt;br /&gt;talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93714629?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93714629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93714629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93714629' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93579547</id><published>2003-04-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T22:50:36.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, hey. &lt;br /&gt;i would write about this fun filled day, but i'm too damn tired. i'll post it all out tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;c ya. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93579547?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93579547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93579547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93579547' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93489161</id><published>2003-04-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T15:07:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone.  how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;where to begin...how about more 'writing about your friends'!!!! yay!!! alright, same order as last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;kesley&lt;/i&gt;: your hair looks good. seriously. i'm still getting a mohawk. sorry babe. &lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;london&lt;/i&gt;: i want chicken, i want liver, meow mix, meow mix, PLEASE DE-LI-VER&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;kayla&lt;/i&gt;: if i have to have spumoni, then you have to too. lol. have to have...to too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;: yeah, spumoni. little chunky things...mmm mmm good.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;lance&lt;/i&gt;: 100% on chem test!!! you kicked my ass!!! &lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;me (again)&lt;/i&gt;: damn, lance beat me on a test. and i already know all this stuff. shameful kurt.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;scott&lt;/i&gt;: that last 'shoutout' was a tad mean. so i take it back...your mother dresses you very well. COUNT IT!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;brock&lt;/i&gt;: where's the mustache??&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;tara&lt;/i&gt;: undergrads!!!! again!!! &lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;vance&lt;/i&gt;: vance come back....&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;sarah&lt;/i&gt;: table hockey rules!!!! kurt wins it from the blue line AT THE BUZZER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;melissa&lt;/i&gt;: you have to get your sister and friend for saturday.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;noel&lt;/i&gt;: update...update...update...update...update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it!!! another exciting round of 'writing about yor friends'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, on to other things...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna join the 'kids of steel' triathlon!! go ahead, laugh. but think of it this way, when i'm out working my ass off slowly dieng of fatigue, you'll all be at home doing nothing! HAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha...ha. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON!!!! i got some slogans for our band (it's amazing how much time i have on my hands)!!! i don't know why we need a slogan, but here they are...&lt;br /&gt;'you like no respect, no respect likes you.'&lt;br /&gt;'easy, breezy, beautiful &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt;; the other white meat.'&lt;br /&gt;'got &lt;s&gt;milk&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;respect? NO.&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;'got &lt;s&gt;milk&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;'look for the &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt; label.'&lt;br /&gt;'have you had your &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt; today?'&lt;br /&gt;'uh-oh, better get &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;'try &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt;, you'll like it.'&lt;br /&gt;'no shirt, no shoes, &lt;i&gt;no respect&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to help me pick one. or think of something else. lol, no respect kicks ass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93489161?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93489161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93489161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93489161' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93439082</id><published>2003-04-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T14:23:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey! alright...time for the 'writing about your friends' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;kelsey&lt;/i&gt;: love you. have fun painting. i'll try to help sometime this week. hope you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;london&lt;/i&gt;: i got a new song for us. now we have meow mix and, wait for it....THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS!!!! that has got to be the catchiest song ever.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;kayla&lt;/i&gt;: spumoni. enough said. wait...that could sound really mean to someone who doesn't know what we're talking about. good! lol.just kidding. SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;: that last joke wasn't funny. why am i laughing?&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;lance&lt;/i&gt;: trying to copy other peoples blogs? shame on you...shame shame shame.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;me (again)&lt;/i&gt;: another stupid joke, yet, still laughing. why?&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;scott&lt;/i&gt;: you're ugly and your mother dresses you funny...such a classic.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;brock&lt;/i&gt;: mustache come back!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;tara&lt;/i&gt;: undergrads rules! thats pretty much all we got.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;vance&lt;/i&gt;: where the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;sarah&lt;/i&gt;: no more mr dickman...whatever will we do? &lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;melissa&lt;/i&gt;: sounds like math is quite exciting for you now.&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;i&gt;noel&lt;/i&gt;: seeings how everyone else is saying it...update dammit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93439082?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93439082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93439082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93439082' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93426513</id><published>2003-04-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T15:44:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all. everybody keeps bugging me to update, so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll start off with school:&lt;br /&gt;block one: social  -not a lot happened. we had a test i definately failed. apparently there's no dancing on the tennis court (only scott and sarah will understand that one). what else...ms jones threatened to move scott to the other side of the class. didn't happen. stupid ms jones and her empty threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block two: english  -we're going to start reading a book called 'the bean trees'. doesn't that sound riviting?? so excited. lol, but it does have cool chapter names. chapter 3 is titled 'jesus is lord used tires'. then another one is 'miracles of dog doo park'. so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block three: social  -i became sarah woo. it felt so weird sitting in her spot. *shutters* creepy. oh, and we drew a picture of tj. i'm not sure if that was in block one or three. anyways, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch  -to sum it all up....went outside. played in snow. got cold. went inside. walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block four: spare  -sat in library. left library just as kayla left her class. talked to kayla. kayla got seen by her teacher after predicting she would. kayla went to class. i went back to library. my spares are so boring. i must have read every one of thos damn garfield books atleast three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block five:  chemistry  -oh chemistry. so boring.i miss chemistry with mrs bucyk.thos were fun times. now it just sucks. wait, i actually did something today. i beat lance at that square thingy game. the one where you if you create a square, you put your initial in it and you get a point. yeah, i dunno how to explain it. it was fun tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that was my school day. pretty usual. now, onto whatever else comes to my mind. &lt;br /&gt;..........damn i live a boring life. i was going to go look for a job today, but my mom started bitching at me to clean the house because her calgary frined is coming to stay with us for the weekend. that's pretty much it. i;m gonna get a doughnut...be right back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'm bored. nothing else to write about. kayla wants me to do that 'writing about your friends thing' i'll do it a bit later. sorry kayla. maybe in an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;so long everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT 'KOREY'. sitting in social we came up with nine, count them, NINE, names that people have called me or mispelled. here's a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;krut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;kurp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;kury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;curt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;kurtis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;kurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;kirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;kirt&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;korey !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all. oh, and sarah will now be referred to as citizen cher.&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93426513?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93426513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93426513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93426513' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-93135729</id><published>2003-04-23T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T16:30:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright, new page. here to stay...yeah right. this one will last about a week then i'll get so bored and do a new one. oh well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-93135729?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93135729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/93135729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93135729' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-92998033</id><published>2003-04-21T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T12:32:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody, how's it going? hope everyone is having a great easter break. &lt;br /&gt;i'm just sitting here remenising about old times. oh some fun times were had.&lt;br /&gt;i was just chatting with an old friend, and we were talking about some of the things we did and said. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is about half way through our conversation...don't worry, you didn't miss much.&lt;br /&gt;[k]=kurt, [m]=mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[m]: we should go to the pool again. that was so much fun. lol&lt;br /&gt;[k]: hell no! you letting me die was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: i wasn't letting you die... you were waving at me, so i waved back.&lt;br /&gt;[k]: dumbass!! i wasn't waving, i was drowning.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: lmao!!&lt;br /&gt;[k]: that's not funny...&lt;br /&gt;[m]: actually it kinda is..lol.&lt;br /&gt;[k]: i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: lmao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...later in the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[m]: what?&lt;br /&gt;[k]: i didn't say anything...&lt;br /&gt;[m]: i thought you did...&lt;br /&gt;[k]: *mutter* fucking dumbass&lt;br /&gt;[m]: what?&lt;br /&gt;[k]: dude, you're paranoid.   *mutter* dog raper.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: i can hear someone talking!!&lt;br /&gt;[k]: maybe it's your mom.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: why the hell would my mom be calling me a dog raper??&lt;br /&gt;[k]: hey, mothers know best.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...near the end of our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[k]: damn! quit talking for a second. i can't type that fast...&lt;br /&gt;[m]: k...&lt;br /&gt;[k]: alright, go.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: go where?&lt;br /&gt;[k]: i dunno...just, start talking about anything.&lt;br /&gt;[m]: i wanna rub your mom all over her body with hot candle wax, then take advantage of her in the shower. then were gonna do some roll-playing...i'll be the horny doctor and she'll be my patient who needs 'extra special care'. then in the morning i'm gonna pin her up against the wall and have at her.&lt;br /&gt;[k]: whoa whoa whoa...i told you, i can't type that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times...i guess you just had to be there. anyways... i think i'ver bored you enough with my convrsations.&lt;br /&gt;kayla/sarah: sorry i didn't call you.  been a tad busy all weekend. umm, it's 1:30 right now...i'll try calling you at about 4 or 5. sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;i have to leave for a bit. i should be back in about half-an-hour. c ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[an hour later]&lt;br /&gt;holy shit!! kayla blogged!! has it been 40- whatever- days already?? hmmm. welcome back kayla.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonana redo my blog again. it's so much fun. yes. yes i will. later.&lt;br /&gt;london......london....looonnnndooooonnnnn......i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on such a sugar high right now. it's so much fun...i think i'd better lie down for a bit. noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;whooooaaaa, mercy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-92998033?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/92998033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/92998033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92998033' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-92848565</id><published>2003-04-18T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T10:57:45.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everybody! new site's done! i have to do some resizing, but that's not hard at all. &lt;br /&gt;be sure to check out the 'fun stuff' section in the side bar. oh, and if you're playing 'karl's itch', press 'f' then 'k' then 'u' to make him say 'fuck you'. lot's of fun. the singing ponies are cool too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i gotta get going. i got laundry to do, so i'll talk to you all later. c ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-92848565?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/92848565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/92848565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92848565' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-92687269</id><published>2003-04-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T18:57:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;COMING SOON...KURT'S NEW BLOG!!!!!! (a knockoff of lances, but much much better!!!) YOU WON'T WANT TO MISS IT&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-92687269?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/92687269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/92687269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92687269' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-91084127</id><published>2003-03-20T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T15:32:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't wanna die today, and so i won't&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bush's newest war:&lt;br /&gt;1 ultimate powered nation that can not/ will not be destroyed, capable of destroying the entire earth within one hour of the day...against a 65 year old man. &lt;br /&gt;the only way we're going to win this war is if he fucking slips in the shower. seriously, we couldn't find bin laden, and who knows how old that pile of bones is. bin laden had practically nothing to go to war with. saddam has any weapon he needs delivered to his front door! lol, oh bush...you sure are a fucking retard. in about 2 weeks we'll all see the headlines and laugh...saddam: U.S president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.........that's really all i got.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s kelsey is my babe!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-91084127?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/91084127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/91084127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91084127' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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-3881563.post-90610954</id><published>2003-03-12T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T14:06:47.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not goimg to talk about this whole battle anymore. if you want my opinion to something, ask me at school , or over msn, or even call me. i really don't care, but i'm not going to talk about it anymore. it's time to let it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, scott. i'm assuming you want to know about the dots in my last blog still, so here you go. really simple: &lt;br /&gt;add a colan ( : ), then a period ( . ).  whalla!!&lt;br /&gt;so,( : ) + ( . ) = ( :. ) .i hope that's what you were talking about or i'm gonna feel so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lance, i'm not trying to start a battle or say that you are wrong, but punk is not neccesarily a clothing style, or skateboarding. punk is also attitude and views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story time: &lt;br /&gt;i've had people come up to me and say i'm not punk. that i'm a poser. they say this because i don't dress a certain way or skateboard. but you know what. i am punk. you talk about how ripped clothing is punk. you're right, it is. but so are lot's of other things. grades 6-9 was ripped clothes for kurt. that was when i started my punk phase. but now that everyone is doing it, i'm no longer an independant if i do it. punk is about being different from others. and most of all it's about starting fights with people bigger than you!!!! NIGEL SUCKS!!!! see, now THAT is punk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i agree with you when you say these people go out and buy clothes to say they're punk when they aren't. &lt;br /&gt;i don't have to do that. &lt;br /&gt;i know i'm punk. &lt;br /&gt;LANCE IS SO PUNK!!!!!!!!! even if he hates the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. oh, kudos to london for finally making the decision to get out of the battle (and for the kick-ass apology. takes a lot of courage).&lt;br /&gt;i think everyones had enough of it now. it seems to have died down quite a bit. yay us!! we can quit living life like a soap opera now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a really 'singy' mood. all day i've been humming different tunes, and it has really started to annoy me. i can't getthem out of my head!!!! AHHHHH!!!!! doo doo doo doo da, daaaaaaa doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo da doo doo doo doo. wheeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vance is my dad!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kelsey is my sexy babe!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3881563-90610954?l=k-diddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/90610954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3881563/posts/default/90610954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-diddy.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90610954' title=''/><author><name>k.diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12130807709175911278</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>
