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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114946569794074321</id><published>2006-06-04T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:07:09.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:::a long entry:":</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Wuzzy 4;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wuzzy 4;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why I am sitting here like this, waiting for Ann to call cause I know she isn't going to call.. But I continue to sit here.. I don't know what is going on but I am worried about her.. But will she talk to me. No. Of course she cant, cause everyone that is there around her.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I hope that it will be like it once was.. When princess wasn't there. Which reminds me, I have a sticker for her.. It says "They call me Princess… If the Crown fits!" lol.. But I couldn't give it to Ann today, because she didn't drop by like she said that she was going to do. I miss her, and I know that she misses me. Its just hard sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know all about that.. don't I. But this is different. Totally different.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to work tomorrow, first off I feel like shit, and second the damn Lawn Mower people are supposed to be here between 12-6 and I told the lady that I would be here. So Wanda and Heather will just have to handle it. Unless dad says something wrong, and then ill go to work. But hopefully he wont.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to go to work Tuesday, which I DON'T want to go cause its 666 and I a freaked. I already told them that I wouldn't be in, but if I take off tomorrow, ill have to work Tuesday… ***shakes fist*** and then Wednesday, I have to go to work till 11 something, and then go with mom for her Biopsy on her neck. I hope it doesn't hurt her. Because they are going to stick a needle on the left side of her neck into the Goiter (sw) I told her that I would stand in there with her if she wants me too, which by the way she talks it looks like she does.&lt;br /&gt;I just got the munchies, hmmm ***looks at fridge*** I wonder what I can have.. BRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intermission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;song: My dads gone crazy by EMINEM "I'm going to hell who's coming with me?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;[Intermission]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok im warming up Pizza rolls.. (&lt;i&gt; I hope that they don't make me sick&lt;/i&gt;) they usually do..&lt;br /&gt;Well surprise surprise im getting a headache.. Maybe it wont get too bad thought, usually I don't take anything.. Cause I think that it will just quit eventually, but it never does. SO yea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALRIGHT the pizza rolls from hell gots to go go go. **brings out Boston cream Rolls.. The two best chic's in like is Little Debbie, and Betty Crocker!&lt;br /&gt;Well I am on the second page of this entry and ANN hasn't called me yet, and I know if I call there right now Princess is going to pick up the phone and say "CAN I HAVE HER CALL YOU BACK" AND im going to say "K" like always.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to do something fun. Laura told me that she wants to take me with her to the State Fair one night when they have a good free concert, so I am looking forward to that. And mom said something about taking me to Holiday World. And that will be fun Also. But I want to go to a movie so bad I can small the popcorn. ***blarb***&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe that bush is trying to Ban gay marriages, that's like saying [straight people cant get married] its already bad enough that there are a few states that you can get married in if you are gay, but now with the whole banning thing. It upsets me. If they are happy, no matter if you think its wrong or not, they should be able to marry, and get the same benefits of a straight couple. And Adopt if that's what they choose to do. But you know im one little straight girl voicing my opinion.. But that's what I think dammit!!! If they want to actually DO something, why don't they go to China, and save some of those children in the Orphanages that might not make it. How about save a life instead of ruining one. A friend of mine Adopted 3 girls.. And they are the sweetest sweethearts I have ever seen… That's what they need to do, and then find families over here.. Because I know that there is people here that would love to have children that cant, and would love to have one of those precious kids. It pisses me off what happened to them. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that makes me mad is when you by a CD, like EMINEM, they bleep out ALL the bad words n shit. And stupid stuff, like this one song is supposed to say "I just drank a fifth of Vodka, dare me to drive?" and what it says in the CD is "I just drank a fifth of Kool Aide, dare me to drive" Im like sure, drive… go for it. Lol… and that's when I turn off the CD cause it makes me mad. I think that if the Artist makes the song that way. Then it should be that way. And if the Parents don't watch what there kids listen to, then that's there fault. That's like me getting a drawing or poem published and the re draw a part, or add a line to the poem.. To me that's wrong.. And that makes me mad too.. And then they get mad when you Burn a CD..&lt;br /&gt;HELLO the record company f'ed up your song anyways.. And 2 why would they sell CD burners and then put a Anti Piracy Lable on the CD's saying that you cant burn them.. It makes no sence to me.. To be that's being hypocritical..&lt;br /&gt;Just like this bottle of medicine that you spray in your mouth for a tooth ache, it says on the back, "swallowing this product is ok, but we'd prefer you not to swallow it" ok Jackie.. WTF&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Heiri Sakura a letter a hour ago, but you know I cant send it… cause I cant get on the Internet, cause ANNA hasent called and that pisses me off also. (……jk, I love you Ann!!!) and she would say (uh huh..) lol.. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;So my dad gets all in a tizzy cause I get on www.myspace.com because of all the psychos that are on there… and all the police that are trying to catch these psycho's.. First off.. (to me) again with my opinion… that place should be used for finding old friends from school and meeting new people, ( which is what it says it is used for) and people need to chill and stop being perverts.. Sending messages saying "are you horney" im like.. NO are you a dumbass?!?!?, lets all shake our heads YESSS… and the child predators on there.. That I have to hear about everyday on the news till I am about ready to throw up.. I mean do these people have anything better to do then be 46 years old with a age problem of looking at 14 and 15 year old girls??? that's SICK.. There should be a age limit on there anyways.. 15-36&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy.. But I am getting tired of hearing about it on the news.. And around work, and from my dad.. And every fucking where you can see it.. The paper, the small town paper, BLAH… dads like, take off your profile… Im like dad… my space is a BIG PROFILE.. And anyways, the only people that I have on there that I don't know maybe 7 people but the rest of my 35 are friends I new from school..&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I love going on there, and seeing all the different templates. Its fun if you use it the right way. Get with it TOM.. Lol. Jk I think that this is going to be the Longest entry that I have ever written, it is already almost three pages.&lt;br /&gt;"blister in the suuuuuun, big hands I know you the one"&lt;br /&gt;lol.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;730 I am getting on the internet and I don't care if anyone calls, then I might stay up.. Or I might not..&lt;br /&gt;But I am ending this 3 page entry, cause I am our of stuff to ramble about……………&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114946569794074321?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114946569794074321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114946569794074321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114946569794074321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114946569794074321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/long-entry.html' title=':::a long entry:&quot;:'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114938244722238264</id><published>2006-06-03T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:54:07.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day....</title><content type='html'>I am so tired, i just got off of work and today has been a complete day from Hell. I have been very nervous today, and i jus6t had a 5 min power nap and i had to get up because Ann is coming over (i think) in a few.&lt;br /&gt;Some weird things happened today, that I was totally shocked! as a matter a fact.. I was just like "well fuck me flyin'" and thats pretty much what i said all day. We had so much to do...&lt;br /&gt;I bhet people get on here and say "i wonder why all she talks about is her job, we all go through it" NO you dont.. Until you work where I work.. you dont know shit.. I aient kidding you.. I need to quit.. for my own benefit.. Its crazy...&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about going there, is the Dog... She is my baby.. her name is gracy.. and i lurve her!!! and Bobby the cat.. (she's a bob tail) but mostely for Gracy...&lt;br /&gt;I am so discombobulated over the whole ordeal that i am going through.. of course.. there is only one way out,... and that is to quit.. yea I have that figured out.. but go were??? Do what??? In such a small town there isent very many options when you dont drive, and your mother takes you everywhere.. and when you have to stay in the small town to work.. then what can you do.. ???? All these questions.. and i never know how to answer them..&lt;br /&gt;Yea i can quit that is definate.. that is true.. But how will we survive.. we cant.. not with all the bill s that we have. I have to be working also.. Mom cant do it all.. I mean.. I live here to.. and its my responsibiblty to help, daughter or not..&lt;br /&gt;Well i am going to go.. and get off of here.. Ill be back on later maybe.. im going to try and get my head to stop hurting... so ill ttyl....&lt;br /&gt;luv&lt;br /&gt;Melussa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114938244722238264?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114938244722238264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114938244722238264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114938244722238264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114938244722238264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-day.html' title='what a day....'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114930734358681271</id><published>2006-06-02T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T00:02:23.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Caller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/WAG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/WAG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/WAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/misery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/misery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that mystery caller called my again last night about 12:30 ish.. i am getting so tired of getting those calls.. I am going to have it tracked if it dont quit.. or the number changed one.. Im like.. getting tired of being woke up in the middle of the night... and wasting my Minutes.. which i am out of.. and leaving songs on my voicemaile.. Im fucking sick of it!!!!! I dont know what to think of it really.. I dont know if its a prank.. or its someone trying to piss me off.. Or if the poor dunbass has the wrong number.. eaither way, im getting tired of it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I HOUR LATER) yea so i have been sitting here a hour and tis is all that i have written... but i did make a cartoon of will and grace......  I was trying to make Jack and Karen but i got tired of it... casue i had to copy and paste and erase and put together. and blah.. but i did get Will and Grace made and i think that they look cute.. Dont you.. ??? I am so tired, an di have to go to work tomorrow.. and i dont want to.. Monday i have to take off.., tuesday i work, wednesday mo has a biopsy done on here throat, and i am out of Zoloft sunday.. and i will be without until friday when i get my Rx refilled.. which is 100 dollers.. so who knows how i will be then..  Wanda pissed me off.. she always does by hear say.. and you no its the same o same o... Well  i am going to bed now.. I am wore out, this would have been longer if i wasent fucking around on thedollpalace.com ...&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114930734358681271?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114930734358681271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114930734358681271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930734358681271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930734358681271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/mystery-caller.html' title='Mystery Caller'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114930221056565860</id><published>2006-06-02T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:36:50.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What i hate, i have become&lt;br /&gt;What i am hates who ive been&lt;br /&gt;and what i really am&lt;br /&gt;has to be hidden away&lt;br /&gt;i am so confused&lt;br /&gt;Im so sad&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand&lt;br /&gt;What i am&lt;br /&gt;Ive fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Ive lost command&lt;br /&gt;of what i am&lt;br /&gt;of who i am&lt;br /&gt;Im not in control&lt;br /&gt;Im overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;the nicotine has taken its fall&lt;br /&gt;Im tired&lt;br /&gt;Im tired&lt;br /&gt;Im worring constently&lt;br /&gt;Im a vercous reck continuessly&lt;br /&gt;my worry rock has turned to dust&lt;br /&gt;Now im here twidling my thumbs&lt;br /&gt;what am i, who am i......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114930221056565860?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114930221056565860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114930221056565860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930221056565860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930221056565860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-i-am.html' title='What I AM'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114930178652318569</id><published>2006-06-02T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:29:46.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you a boy/girl scout?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper&lt;br /&gt;and mailed it?&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change the oil in a car?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;no i dont drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing for breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;Bacon egg and cheese biscuts from Mc Donalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your usual bedtime:&lt;br /&gt;when i am about ready to fall out of the chair from being online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lazy?:&lt;br /&gt;Ive gotten beter.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read the newspaper?:&lt;br /&gt;no, too depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many languages:&lt;br /&gt;a lil spanish "yo estoy y rubia y tonta!!!" and "ella es bastardo" and&lt;br /&gt;"Te Amo Mucho". translation (I am blonde and stupid. She is a Bastard, and I love you alot. ) lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;Vouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which are better Legos or Lincoln Logs?&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Logs all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red wine or white wine?:&lt;br /&gt;never had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;yea a Art Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stubborn?:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV channels?&lt;br /&gt;Game show network, TV Land, Discovery, and Nick at Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is better...Leno or Letterman?&lt;br /&gt;Letterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever used a gun?&lt;br /&gt;yea a BB gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are musicals cheesy?&lt;br /&gt;NO, i think there cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... to be a power ranger, and a art teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you superstitious?&lt;br /&gt;yes very, you wont see me out on 06-06-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a vitamin daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes Centrum, B12, and 325 mg's of Iron 3x's a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear a bath robe?:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;underwear and a wife beater, or nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite genre of music?:&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart, Target or K-Mart?:&lt;br /&gt;........... I like them all&lt;br /&gt;Nike or Adidas?:&lt;br /&gt;Adidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fritos or Cheetos?&lt;br /&gt;Fritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever take dance lessons?:&lt;br /&gt;No but that would be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a profession that you picture your perfect future spouse having?&lt;br /&gt;it dosent matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you curl your tongue?:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a spelling bee?:&lt;br /&gt;thats funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own any record albums?:&lt;br /&gt;i used too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own a record player?:&lt;br /&gt;i used to.. i acutally have a record cabnet that one was in in my room, but the record player broke.... i also have a A track player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regularly burn incense?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced Tea or coffee?:&lt;br /&gt;Iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of cookie?:&lt;br /&gt;oatmeal rasin&lt;br /&gt;Can you swim well?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold your breath w/o manually holding your nose?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had braces or a mouth piece?:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you artistic?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you patient?:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a contest?&lt;br /&gt;yea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114930178652318569?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114930178652318569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114930178652318569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930178652318569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930178652318569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-questions.html' title='more questions'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114930112914814507</id><published>2006-06-02T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:18:49.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>80 questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats your middle name? Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big is your bed? King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? Missy Elloit Get your freak on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last 4 digits in your phone number? 1169&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate? Mac and Chees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged? Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now? Dark, rainy, dreary...&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you notice in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite type of Food? Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children? Yes 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color? Blonde&lt;br /&gt;Eye color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts/glasses? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday? Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season? Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie you Watched? Aeon Flux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What books are you reading? The Mermaid Chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings? 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie? Aeon Flux&lt;br /&gt;Favorite college football Team? UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing before filling this out? Writing a Poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Any pets? no.. but i want one&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats? Both.. i want a Blue Russian Cat and a Pit Bulll dog&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower? Red Carnations...Daisys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to see them right now? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane? i never have but i think that it would be fun&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed or Left-handed? Right handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go to any place right now where would you go? Anns house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone? Yea&lt;br /&gt;do u have a tattoo? No but i am going to get one soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings? the cartoons suck now a days&lt;br /&gt;Are you hiding something from someone? yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU 18? No im 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the wall paper on ur cell phone? its a AC DC walpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHt? I never do&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING? fuck, i have to go to work.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE? wouldent you like to know.. lol JK um i have a book and a flaslight.. and a pen and paper...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE? My Artistic Ability..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? ver much so&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE HANGOUT? i dont have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT? my friends&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SONG? Photograph bu nickle back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? Ending up Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER? Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? lets see.. boogie, fergy, Dippy Whore, lil' lizard, bitch, Mel, lissy, boo, what ever you like to call me.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR DADS MIDDLE NAME? Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS YOUR MOTHERS MIDDLE NAME? Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND &amp;amp; COULD TAKE ONE THING? Ann&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL? Geico&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE? my ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite color(s)? blue black and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS TAKE WITH YOU? Licence, Phone, and Purse&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? a power ranger lol..&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 11: pray that 6 gets here soon&lt;br /&gt;THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET? white with pink stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP? That i have to get up in the moring and go to work... and Ann, and pretty much every thing, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114930112914814507?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114930112914814507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114930112914814507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930112914814507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114930112914814507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/80-questions.html' title='80 questions'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114924885929252764</id><published>2006-06-02T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T07:47:39.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?~?~?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/th_bfly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/th_bfly.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i guess when i got all grr last night and turned off the computer, that i never published my&lt;br /&gt;post.. O well.. I hav e to go to work, and i thought id write something... before i had to go.&lt;br /&gt;im wearing GREY .. yea thats right, for everyone who knows e, i only were black.. well.. i m wearing gray with purple letters that say "Panama City Beach Flordia" with purple flowers on it.. Yea.. and i like it.. lol.. ^.^ well i have to go. so ill write more when i get home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114924885929252764?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114924885929252764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114924885929252764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114924885929252764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114924885929252764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/06/huh.html' title='huh?~?~?'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114913152614224253</id><published>2006-05-31T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:12:06.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i am getting ready to got to bed and I thought ath i would write this entry, really quick, but you know i have started this about 8 times, and everytime i get about a papgraph into it something happens. I think that it kind of funny..&lt;br /&gt;I am helping chris with his template.. i hope he gets it looking the way that he wants it to look...&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to hell tomorrow, i am so ooo excited.. cant ya tell?  lol.. I hate that place more and more each time i go there..&lt;br /&gt;Ann is supposed to come by thought, if she gets gas and such... cause her tank is empty and so is her pockets.. wow that woul dmake a good poem.. Ill hae to remember that.. !!!&lt;br /&gt;well i am going to end this, and then i am going to go, casue i need sleep before hell tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;fuckers...&lt;br /&gt;lol.. jk...&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114913152614224253?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114913152614224253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114913152614224253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114913152614224253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114913152614224253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuckers.html' title='fuckers'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114911503930535488</id><published>2006-05-31T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:37:19.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck this day straight to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/foamyfanmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/foamyfanmail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday has sucked ass today....&lt;br /&gt;It really has.. I dont even want to write about it..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; But i will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;Chris did, and Actually my Grandma and Uncle Gary sent me a card.. which shocked the hell out of me.. Mom and Dad, welll they cant get me anything, because they took 350 out of moms check, and she only had enough to pay half of the rent and now she is broke. So she if fixing me fried chicken right now.. which is what i wanted.. .....&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Ann this morning, and she was telling me of how this chic on ER reminded her is Sandra, and i said " i dont even want to talk about her right now.." and Ann said """sorry"""" lol.. but it kinda hurt my feelings.. I hate getting my hopes up to get shit ripped away.. i mean, me and her dident even have to do anything, all she had to do was call or text happy birthday, and i would have been happy.. but i dont even get that.. so what ever.. In Ann's case... i think she is pissed cause she is out of gas and cant come to see me.. Im just happy that she gives a shit about me, and at least calls me... and comes see me when she can.. Sandra could be going by were i work. and never think to stop. .. I just dont know why she is like that.. but it breaks my heart into a million and 1 pieces....&lt;br /&gt;And the one that Hated me the most at work, got me a birthday card and M&amp;amp;M stuff from Las Vegas for my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired about writing about this day.. im going to end this entry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114911503930535488?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114911503930535488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114911503930535488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114911503930535488'/><link rel='self' 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frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;and i cant hardely ****ing take it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing everything&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing bitching..&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing... memories...&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing job&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing house..&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing music...&lt;br /&gt;these ****ing words are getting so ****ing frusrating...&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing poettry sucks&lt;br /&gt;**** this and **** that...&lt;br /&gt;thats all I ****ing hear all day long..&lt;br /&gt;i ****ing hear **** so many times that iam about ready to ****ing puke...&lt;br /&gt;i just cant ****ing take the ****ing bull shit any more..&lt;br /&gt;**** the war&lt;br /&gt;and **** the theives...&lt;br /&gt;just ****ing **** everything...&lt;br /&gt;**** my job and **** you too....&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to say **** the red white and blue...&lt;br /&gt;**** it all and **** you too..&lt;br /&gt;well not really cause honestly i ****ing love you....&lt;br /&gt;these ****ing words are getting so frustrating&lt;br /&gt;i cant ****ing get the ****ers out...&lt;br /&gt;what the **** i want to ****ing say i cant say&lt;br /&gt;and whatever the **** i do say, dosent come out ****ing write way..&lt;br /&gt;what i ****ing feel i cant because its ****ing wrong..&lt;br /&gt;in some ****ed up way.. i think its ****ing ok....&lt;br /&gt;but this ****ing stress is ****ing killin me...&lt;br /&gt;to the point of ****in insanity....&lt;br /&gt;**** the day.. and **** the night..&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever ****in write...&lt;br /&gt;nothing new is nothing every ****ing day....&lt;br /&gt;so what the ****...&lt;br /&gt;thses ****ing words..&lt;br /&gt;these ****en lines...&lt;br /&gt;you dont ****en care and **** ... neither do I&lt;br /&gt;the ****ing poem is about ****in over now...&lt;br /&gt;no need to cry your ****in tears....&lt;br /&gt;you never ****en cared anyway....&lt;br /&gt;**** it..&lt;br /&gt;im ****en outta here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114904336100830663?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114904336100830663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114904336100830663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114904336100830663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114904336100830663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/05/edited-version.html' title='edited version'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114904128893704589</id><published>2006-05-30T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:08:08.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i write....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WRITE&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;and you are there..&lt;br /&gt;and ill do what i do every night..&lt;br /&gt;ill come down here,&lt;br /&gt;and write and write...&lt;br /&gt;and listen to the tunes that move me....&lt;br /&gt;some that chill me to the bones..&lt;br /&gt;the music, it moves me..&lt;br /&gt;to write these words..&lt;br /&gt;but so do you..&lt;br /&gt;so do all of you..&lt;br /&gt;from the friends..&lt;br /&gt;to the foes...&lt;br /&gt;from bad to good.&lt;br /&gt;to people i dont know thank you..&lt;br /&gt;i am here&lt;br /&gt;and you are there..&lt;br /&gt;liek every other night...&lt;br /&gt;like everyother day..&lt;br /&gt;always there.. always there..&lt;br /&gt;and im always here...&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;I call, to some.. but get n answer...&lt;br /&gt;i get calls from One..&lt;br /&gt;i love it..&lt;br /&gt;I live for it..&lt;br /&gt;I am here..&lt;br /&gt;like always... nothing new is everyday...&lt;br /&gt;until time lapses and fades away...&lt;br /&gt;into another tomorrow, until another day...&lt;br /&gt;until that day i see your face.. and you are here and not there...&lt;br /&gt;theres no need to talk to friends..&lt;br /&gt;nothing new is everyday...&lt;br /&gt;thats what they say, but I dont believe it...&lt;br /&gt;im sitting behind the wall that i have built for myself..&lt;br /&gt;each brick,&lt;br /&gt;a name, a place, a memory...&lt;br /&gt;that i have yet to nock down...&lt;br /&gt;because if i do...&lt;br /&gt;i will knock down my self....&lt;br /&gt;so i sit here.. and write..&lt;br /&gt;and think of all my memories..&lt;br /&gt;i think of you..&lt;br /&gt;and i write.. . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114904128893704589?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114904128893704589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114904128893704589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114904128893704589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, so I got off of work early, the stress is killing me today. Bills bills bills, and no money money money...&lt;br /&gt;Blog drive is updating, so i cant write on it.. and Blogger wont update my blog period.. so i am getting pissed off.. Nothing is working out right today.. nothing. I got made fun of at work, and basically everything that i said, somehow made me look like stupid idoit... Even the customers were being rude to me. O well...At work, usually when someone has a birthday, they get them a cake... and i dunno why it got to me.. but they dident even bother and get me one..&lt;br /&gt;On the side there, Is Joan Jett and the Black hearts "poster" She is hitting New York with her new release "Sinner"  I just had to put that on here.. I got that information from myspace, i am on some kind of joan jett thingy.. and i get all sorts of info from them...&lt;br /&gt;I have got such a headache, i really hope tomorrow is better.. Cause today sucked.. I think that i am going to bed early, of course I say that every night.. but tonight.. i might.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was drinking this Sugar free drink from V8 today, and it had pineapple and kiwi fruit in it.. it was sweetened with Splenda (which i swear is going to take over the world one day) but Heather tasted it and she was like "it needs vodka" and im like.. well do you got some LOL.. we laughed and laughed.. lol.. This that i am about ready to post is so sad.. i read it on AOL news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Can Still Smell the Blood"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only hours after Iraqi civilians were killed, a second team of Marines was sent in to take the victims' bodies to a local morgue.&lt;br /&gt;Lance Corp. Ryan Briones was among the Marines sent in to recover the bodies, and he told the Los Angeles Times he is still haunted by what he saw, including a young girl who was shot in the head.&lt;br /&gt;"[The victims] ranged from little babies to adult males and females," Briones told the newspaper. "I can still smell the blood."&lt;br /&gt;Briones says he and another Marine were told to photograph the bodies. Military officials say those photos -- which they say show people shot at close range in the head and chest -- clearly contradict initial reports that the civilians were killed by a roadside bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Something Broke Down Here'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials familiar with the investigation say Sgt. Frank Wuterich was the top-ranked Marine to enter the houses where the civilians were killed and is the center of the investigation.&lt;br /&gt;In an interview with "Good Morning America" today, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff said there are now two investigations into the killings that occurred last November.&lt;br /&gt;"One is to find out what happened. The other is to find out, why did it take us so long to find out what happened?" said Gen. Peter Pace.&lt;br /&gt;More than two months after the incident Time magazine asked the military to respond to allegations of the killings.&lt;br /&gt;The magazine says a Marine spokesman responded with an e-mail stating, "I cannot believe you're buying any of this. This falls into the same category of al-Qaida in Iraq propaganda."&lt;br /&gt;It was only after Time magazine showed a video in February to another military spokesman in Baghdad that an investigation was begun.&lt;br /&gt;"Something broke down here in the sense that no investigation was conducted immediately," said Gen. Jack Keane. "Therefore, people most likely in the chain of command who had knowledge and should have taken action appropriately did not and they will be under investigation for the failure to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5/30/2006 11:44:23 EDT&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2006 ABCNEWS.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is CRazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just dont understand it at all.. well thats all i am going to write in this entry...&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/23062613-114903061043271088?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114903061043271088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114903061043271088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114903061043271088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114903061043271088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114892905429365836</id><published>2006-05-29T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:57:34.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:::pictures:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/Melissa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/Melissa2.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are just pictures of me that i thought was cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/Melissa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/Melissa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/yummy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/yummy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me three Hours!!! but i got it done..&lt;br /&gt;I made Pinapple upside down cake&lt;br /&gt;fudge brownies&lt;br /&gt;pecan brownies&lt;br /&gt;walnut and carmel brownies&lt;br /&gt;and little star choclate cakes with chocolate icing and decoration..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114892905429365836?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114892905429365836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114892905429365836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114892905429365836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114892905429365836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/05/pictures.html' title=':::pictures:::'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114579601916734986</id><published>2006-04-23T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:40:19.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>I have been up sence four something... After i write this im going back to bed.. I havent written in a while.. i mean, i added poems.. but i dident get to stay on here long.. Ihad a bad day yesterday.. till about 12 and Ann came and got me.. then i had a great day!!! We went to some yard sales, and the store, we found a turtle walking on the side of the road, and me and Jessic made ann go back so we could get it.. it finally came out of its shell a hour later.. we named it Eeyore.. lol.. and when Jessica wasent looking i let it go in the woods.. Ann kept going on and on about getting Salmanella, and im like.. you grew up in the country yo.. just like me.. i never got salmanella from a turtle.. or a snake.. i used to pick up toads and i never got warts.. chill LOL.. she just laughed.. then i went to her house and chilled on her porh while she mowed grass... I played with patrick for a while.. he is getting so big.. he is so cute! They was going to cook out last night for thunder and she wanted me to stay.. and i really wanted too but i dident want everyone here to get grr at me.. i should have said ok and stayed..&lt;br /&gt;but i dident even stay up and watch it on TV i went to bed around 8 45 ish.. and it started at 9:30.. I did watch some of the air show though earlier in the day.. it was pretty cool i guess i just wasent in a thunder mood.. I dont know really what toay has instore.. i was going to make Ann a Cd, so i guess i can do that... i was going to last night but i fell asleep, which i have been doing alot lately.. or maybe i can go outside and weed a little.. the flower beds look horrible, and i have to check on mah plants lol. I dont know if anyone seen my blog last night.. but i had it all fuckered up... but i fixed it and but new music on it.. and so its back to normal.. i kept getting pissed cause id go to www.dollicrave.com and it would shut AOL off.. so i finally just turned it off and went upstairs lol.. well i guess ill end this... get some stuff done.. ttyl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in your house i long to be.. room by room patientally.. ill wait for you there... like a stone...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114579601916734986?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114579601916734986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114579601916734986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114579601916734986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114579601916734986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114572108942180127</id><published>2006-04-22T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:51:29.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she says</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;She says im a good writer&lt;br /&gt;I believe her&lt;br /&gt;Im a writer with a imagnation&lt;br /&gt;a broken hearted liberation&lt;br /&gt;working on my own destination&lt;br /&gt;to my own salvation&lt;br /&gt;in this world of wonders&lt;br /&gt;im the writer&lt;br /&gt;im the dreamer&lt;br /&gt;im the screamer&lt;br /&gt;im the crier&lt;br /&gt;im a artist of different things&lt;br /&gt;I believe in different ways&lt;br /&gt;of which my parents dont agree&lt;br /&gt;She says i needs to do something with my art&lt;br /&gt;I believe her&lt;br /&gt;but the resources i need&lt;br /&gt;the money&lt;br /&gt;and the people i might need to know&lt;br /&gt;are not avalible in this&lt;br /&gt;corn covered town&lt;br /&gt;but i stil dream&lt;br /&gt;She says im beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I believe her&lt;br /&gt;on the inside i am&lt;br /&gt;and the way i am on the outside&lt;br /&gt;makes me beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I dont need a model body&lt;br /&gt;I just need more self esteem&lt;br /&gt;and love&lt;br /&gt;She says She's my friend&lt;br /&gt;I believe her&lt;br /&gt;I trust her with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Im glad when i thought all was lost&lt;br /&gt;she found me&lt;br /&gt;we are so much aloike its scary&lt;br /&gt;she's my best friend&lt;br /&gt;she says i am&lt;br /&gt;i believe her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114572108942180127?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114572108942180127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114572108942180127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114572108942180127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114572108942180127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-says.html' title='she says'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114572057724884673</id><published>2006-04-22T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:42:57.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:::Everyday Struggle:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its a struggle everyday&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta keep goin'&lt;br /&gt;you gotta keep livin'&lt;br /&gt;or you'll get bit in the ass&lt;br /&gt;with the way things are goin'&lt;br /&gt;were all going to get screwed&lt;br /&gt;one way or another&lt;br /&gt;and I for one&lt;br /&gt;..one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;Im going to break free&lt;br /&gt;of the norm&lt;br /&gt;The cost of living is going up&lt;br /&gt;but not the pay&lt;br /&gt;of the jobs that we have to work&lt;br /&gt;The war is still going&lt;br /&gt;after 6 years&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe its been that long&lt;br /&gt;and we still havent caught him&lt;br /&gt;the war is raging here&lt;br /&gt;they need to deal with the people here,&lt;br /&gt;and bring the boyz back home&lt;br /&gt;from medica to racism&lt;br /&gt;from different religons...&lt;br /&gt;they need to deal with the people here as far as im concerned....&lt;br /&gt;let the religons be&lt;br /&gt;and chill as far as racism goes..&lt;br /&gt;fix the medical aspect of life..&lt;br /&gt;if we work here and live here..&lt;br /&gt;have kids here and die here..&lt;br /&gt;no matter what religon, or race..&lt;br /&gt;OR sexual orentation for that matter..&lt;br /&gt;we should get free benifits..&lt;br /&gt;free help and understranding..&lt;br /&gt;but we dont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the struggle keeps going...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114572057724884673?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114572057724884673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114572057724884673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114572057724884673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114572057724884673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/04/everyday-struggle.html' title=':::Everyday Struggle:::'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114572004640504216</id><published>2006-04-22T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:34:06.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:::life still goes on:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The birds can sing&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i cant undersrand there song&lt;br /&gt;Things come in three's&lt;br /&gt;sickness to diease&lt;br /&gt;and as sad as it seems&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;people gather in masses&lt;br /&gt;to watch fireworks in the sky&lt;br /&gt;while our boys are on the front line&lt;br /&gt;but life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;as sad as it seems&lt;br /&gt;I still write my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and in the scheme of things&lt;br /&gt;i lose what i really mean&lt;br /&gt;my morals have changed&lt;br /&gt;and so has my trust&lt;br /&gt;i live a honest life&lt;br /&gt;im caring and giving&lt;br /&gt;still im labled as a sinner&lt;br /&gt;always a loser&lt;br /&gt;never a winner&lt;br /&gt;but life still goes on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114561881242678930</id><published>2006-04-21T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:26:52.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::::my yesterdays horoscope... :::::</title><content type='html'>(i dont know why this dident post yesterday... but o well.. its a day late LOL.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 20, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Peace And Quiet&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Daily Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;You may enjoy a sense of quiet tranquility today. As a result, you could feel your attention being pulled inward and desire time by yourself in a serene setting. If you can step away from your normal activities to experience some time alone, you will be able to enhance your peaceful state of mind even further. You might consider soothing activities that would infuse you with calmness today, like taking a slow walk through a natural setting, sitting quietly in meditation, or writing out your thoughts. Through these activities, you might develop a deeper awareness of yourself, receive guidance about life changes you may be considering, or simply enjoy the silence and solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engaging in periods of peaceful solitude soothes our minds, quiets our bodies, and infuses our spirits with serenity. When we feel a pull toward calming activities, honoring our need for solitude can provide us with a sense of invigoration and strength that we might not even have realized we were lacking. As we engage in periods of quiet reflection and rest, we allow our thoughts to quiet down, release the stress and tension from our body, and create a welcome forum for our spiritual self to step forward. This helps us feel more connected and balanced, which will have a positive benefit on every aspect of our lives. You can make the most of your tranquil mood today by granting yourself the gift of peaceful solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That peace and quiet thing sounds just Wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can get your horoscope for free delievered to your email at www.dailyom.com .... it has really in depth horoscopes.. its neat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114561881242678930?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114561881242678930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114561881242678930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114561881242678930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114561881242678930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-yesterdays-horoscope.html' title='::::my yesterdays horoscope... :::::'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114314706674453015</id><published>2006-03-23T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:51:06.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot Woot.. Wottie lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well i got up this mornng and couldent walk.. So i had to get my bearings and gradually make it down the staris.. were i bitched all the way i might add.. i got a shower which was a miricale in itself.. cause i could barely walk and i had to stand there for a minute to even figue out how i was goin to get my self in.. i fixed my hair.. well actually i put some goop in it and hoped that it looked good made my way back up the steps and fell on the bed and enede up crawling aroun on the floor to get my clothes on... I came down and told mom that i needed to go to the docter.. So we went by work first and told Wanda that i was going to the Urgent care.. and they gave me the name of the one that they used and my work paid for me to go cause i got hurt there, on the job.. so thats a good thing.. i gues.. i kind feel bad.. but then again.. im all what the fuck ever. So i went to the docter and i dident have to wait long... they put me in a air cast and sent me on my marry way...So i went back to work and wanda was all grr.. and i got my check from my boss and talked to her for a little.. Then hobbled back up front.. wanda was all grrr cause i had a work thing that said i was off till tuesday LOL.. and so i said "is threre any money to cash my check.. but there wasent.. so she cashed it with her own money and then is getting her money back this afternoon.. then i ate cake and left.. i think i pissed her off.. but what ever.. you know what i got to say about that??? ***ha ha ha im off and your not...ha ha ha...*** ^.^((now that i got that out of my system))LOL.. So after all that, me and mom did what we were going ot do tomorrow.. I got Sandra P.'s wedding present, for her and her husbadn a 25.doller gift certificate to Cracker Barrel.. and then we got hamburger and mom is making Chilie. I also got the wedding card.. for them.. but i just dont understand why they havent called me about my dress.. I am resting alot though cause i want my foot better. So i can wear my heals in the wedding but i only have a day and a half to get it better so i am trying everything i can poissibly doo.!!! It hurt so bad when i did it.. I was walking outside to call ann and get some carts in and i dident evne get to the cart.. i dident even got to my phone.. i dident get to anything caused my foot went sideways and snapped.. I couldent feel my leg and the next thing i know i am sitting down at the other register on a chair and a bag of peas over my foot.. lol.. I just ate supper.. I had Chilie and peanut butter sanwhiches.. it was really yummy...&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that i got to take the ice off of my foot cause it was getting cold..&lt;br /&gt;and if dad keeps up im going to bash his head in what a coffee pot. lol... he said he can aggravate me cause i cant get up.. well watch this fat gurl go.. i told him to bring it on.. lol.. when i fall on him he wont be able to get up anyways.. lol and i win again ha ha ha haha.. *** pshcho evil laughter*** LOL.. he told me not to write that in here and i said.. my blog.. ha ha ha.. !!! andi win again 2nd point.LOL.. As i was coming home I saw Chris's Car sitting at a intersection.. So i guess piglet..( as we like to call his car) finally had a mental breakdown.. :) lol.. Poor chris.. poor car!!! i knew that it was going to break down.. he told me on the phone last night that it might.. i need to call him at work and tell him that if he needs a ride to the wedding we can pick him up on the way there.. but if he reads this he will already know..... lol... So i forgot to tell you that when i went to the docter i was asked if i needed cruches.. and when i said yes they told me iu had to by them.. up front.. im like.. you bastards.. reel me in then kill me LOL.. it made me mad a little bit.. O well..&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call Ann twice today.. which i got to talk to her for a little bit.. and she was at her house .. and i told her that i went to the docter.. n stuff.. and then i calle dher back the last time in tears and she was about ready to fall asleep.. so i just let her go.. cause she needs sleep.. she dident want to at first.. but she did finally.. i mean i would have basically just talked to the air.. cause when she is half asleep she never remembers anything that you say!! its funny.. I like to call her knowing that she is that way.. and she will say some off the wall thing.. LOL.. its very funny.. well i am goingto end this.. ttyl&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;"IF I GET BACK TO YOUR TOWN HOE IM GONNA MAKE YOU SCREAM ALL NIGHT -joan jett , song star star-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114314706674453015?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114314706674453015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114314706674453015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114314706674453015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114314706674453015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/woot-woot-wottie-lol.html' title='Woot Woot.. Wottie lol'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114285667463674628</id><published>2006-03-20T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:11:14.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laffy Taffy Lyrics.. :)</title><content type='html'>Laffy Taffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin fa Mrs. Bubble Gum&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you so thick&lt;br /&gt;Gurlz call me Jolly Rancher (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I stay so hard&lt;br /&gt;You can suck me for a long time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my god!)&lt;br /&gt;Gurl dis ain't no dance flo'&lt;br /&gt;Dis a candy sto'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really geeked up&lt;br /&gt;And I got mo' dro&lt;br /&gt;I pop, I roll&lt;br /&gt;It's soft I know&lt;br /&gt;It's da summer time&lt;br /&gt;But yo laffy taffy got me froze (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Gone get loose (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Gone get low (oh)&lt;br /&gt;don't be shy&lt;br /&gt;H** I'm Faybo? (oh)&lt;br /&gt;I kno' you wanna ride&lt;br /&gt;You a star and it shows&lt;br /&gt;(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Let's go, let's go, let's go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy [Repeat 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum on trick cum on trick&lt;br /&gt;Here go Mr. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;I like da way you break it down&lt;br /&gt;Waddle, stop you watchin me&lt;br /&gt;Laffy taffy I'm likin' dis&lt;br /&gt;Big ol a** you shakin b****&lt;br /&gt;Close yo mouth and don't say s***&lt;br /&gt;Bend on ova and hit a split&lt;br /&gt;Work dat pole and work it well&lt;br /&gt;Stacks on deck, yo ankles swell&lt;br /&gt;Gurl let me touch ya&lt;br /&gt;I will neva tell&lt;br /&gt;Security gaurd don't scare nobody&lt;br /&gt;Damn right I touched dat h**&lt;br /&gt;All da money just hit da flo'&lt;br /&gt;D4L I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;H** can't even shake no mo&lt;br /&gt;Dey tired out&lt;br /&gt;Lets ride out&lt;br /&gt;B**** you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Den she can go&lt;br /&gt;She get in my car&lt;br /&gt;I ain't playin no mo&lt;br /&gt;Start movin on my Faybo&lt;br /&gt;B**** she probably already kno'&lt;br /&gt;Let me see dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;(dun dun dunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy [repeat 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say baby gurl&lt;br /&gt;A wat you gon' do&lt;br /&gt;I got a hundred 1s&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pour on you&lt;br /&gt;Just keep dat a** shakin&lt;br /&gt;And I keep tippin' you&lt;br /&gt;While I sit back like a playa&lt;br /&gt;And sip dat grey goose&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' all loose&lt;br /&gt;Cuz gurl you on your job&lt;br /&gt;You got my d*** hard&lt;br /&gt;Da way you touch dem toez&lt;br /&gt;Workin' dem micros&lt;br /&gt;On da stilletos&lt;br /&gt;You made it skeet skeet skeet&lt;br /&gt;Like a water hoez (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Got me goin' in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Pullin' out mo' dough&lt;br /&gt;Let da waitress kno' I need to order&lt;br /&gt;Five hundred mo'&lt;br /&gt;You besta believe lata on we headed 2 da mo'&lt;br /&gt;So gone and pack dem bags&lt;br /&gt;And let's mothaf***in' go&lt;br /&gt;I'm waitin' on yo fine a**&lt;br /&gt;At da front doe&lt;br /&gt;Gurl you don kno'&lt;br /&gt;Ima toss da laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Toss it flip it and slap it&lt;br /&gt;Bust a couple of nuts&lt;br /&gt;And get right back at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Gurl shake dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy (candy gurl)&lt;br /&gt;Dat laffy taffy [repeat 2x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114285667463674628?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114285667463674628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114285667463674628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114285667463674628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114285667463674628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/laffy-taffy-lyrics.html' title='Laffy Taffy Lyrics.. :)'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114285633570591631</id><published>2006-03-20T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:05:35.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah..</title><content type='html'>well i just got out of the shower.. my arm hurts so bad.. i wonder if i have a pinched nerve or something.. I have to go to work after a bit.. i jst hope i dont have to carry heavy stuff today.. cause it will kill my arm cause its one big ache.. and my fingers are numb.. But i can actually type something now.. I tried before the shower to type something on another blog that i have.. and i just couldent.. Mom and dad are still in bed and i think that is funny.. considering that dad usually gets up around 2 a.m. and mom, well she is usually up about 5 min before me. there is a &lt;a title="Create dolls on The Doll Palace doll maker www.thedollpalace.com" href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create dolls on The Doll Palace doll maker www.thedollpalace.com" src="http://www.thedollpalace.com/dollmaker/doll-maker-get-doll-6236647.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doll that i just made on &lt;a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com"&gt;www.thedollpalace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Create dolls on The Doll Palace doll maker www.thedollpalace.com" href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create dolls on The Doll Palace doll maker www.thedollpalace.com" src="http://www.thedollpalace.com/dollmaker/doll-maker-get-doll-6236684.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heres another.. well i have to go and finish getting ready.. i think that this might be a long day.. actually i know it will be.. its going to be a fuck day... Maybe ill see Ann.. :) well ttyl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114285633570591631?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114285633570591631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114285633570591631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114285633570591631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114285633570591631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah.html' title='blah..'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114282435912615224</id><published>2006-03-19T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T22:12:39.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you and share with you its beauty On the days you're feeling blue. If I could build a mountain You could call your very own;A place to find serenity,A place to be alone. If I could take your troubles I would toss them into the seaand they would drift away for ever and ever.. and never come back to thee.. if I could catch a star... I'd name it after you.. and let it follow you to light your way...when things are dark and full of gloom... But all these things I'm findingall this things i cannot get to you.. its impossible for me. I cannot build a mountainOr catch rainbows and stars...but let me be, what i know best.. a friend who will lend a ear.. when your feeling blue...a friend, that whenever your need to be alone..i will let you.. a friend to be your sea...to toss your troubles into.. and a friend.. to give you light and insightwhen things are dark and full of gloom....a friend, whose a best friendyour whole life through.. you've always been like that to me.. and i have always, been like that.. to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114282435912615224?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114282435912615224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114282435912615224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114282435912615224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114282435912615224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114281162419651622</id><published>2006-03-19T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:40:24.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY good thing!!!</title><content type='html'>I have actually had a good day. I got up at 9 and went with mom to mejiers to return some things that dident fit and to go shopping. I bought the prettiest pair of earrings to wear with my dress.. and two cards for Ann. One was a card that said "do you know what stess is spelled backwards?" and you open it and it said "desserts!!!! so have something sweet.." and she did... and then the other one was a picture of two girsl on it.. holding daisys... and it had this rellly pretty poem in it. about how she was my best friend.. and i knew that the moment that i found her.. She really liked both of the cards. Plus i almost filled up the whole back end of Steves truck with stuff. cause i would pick up stuff for them here and there .. liek water etc. and next thing you know the whole truck was filled LOL.. I wrote a Poem also, but its upstairs and im two lazy to go and get it. Sandra never did call me.. I hope that she is ok.. i text messaged her something last night and dident even get a answer.. so before i went to bed i texed "i guess so " and went to bed.. Im not worring about it too much.. She is alright.. I have to go to work tomorrow through thursday then im off friday, saturday, sunday, and monday. ^.^ ((woot woot)) i am so excited about that!!!! Friday is going to be a busy day. and Saturday.. OMG. ok so Firday I have to go to a few places.. Pay some bills... etc. actually i have to pay bill asap.. because i am behind on one and theyll be callin,, ***shakes fist #.#*** well anyways.. then Saturday.. I have to get up .. put nails on.. leave go get my hair done, at 11:30... come home. Put my Makup on. and get into my dress and be to the Wedding BEFORE 2.. yea.. i said that id be pressed for time.. But i can do it.. its a women thing.. were always on time.. lol.. I hope lol.. cause i have never done anyof this. but i looked so pretty in my dress. I might even have to dance with someone ^.- lol... it was so funny when i asked wanda if i should switch days.. i did the whole.. "ooo are you sure your not busy routine" well it worked.. ;) So i am really excited about the Wedding.. Before the wedding when i get the dress. Ann is coming over and she want to see me in it in person.. :) cause I was all like.. "it looks so pretty on me" Something just made me angry.. why do people have to copy people.. here's and Idea.. COME UP WITH SOMETHING ORGINAL!!!!!!! yea.. i cant really elabrate what is going on, on here.. lets just say its drama. not concerning me.. but with my dad and this other dude on the raido.. @.@ rolls eyes.. yea mel's middle finger is going up.. I just dont understand people like that.. who start stuff. Posers.. and people who just like to live in hell all the time.. ***lighting a candle*** lol.. yea i got serous.I just had a pieces of KFC Chicken.. Orginal.. i like extra crispy the bes' :) I just got on this doll site and it looks pretty stupid.. if it actuall yhas anything good ill be shocked. I am so tired.. ,,, i might go to bed early.. cause i dont have a day off till Friday. Which mad me upset sence i already did it.. cause ann was going to her aunts to clean. and she wanted me to go with her .. but i cant. but its ok.. she understands.. i even think that she is happy that i am doing something like this.. cause i never have.. yeah.. i have self esteem now.. ^.^!!!&lt;br /&gt;well ill ttyl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LuvMelissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yummiemix.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/NateHCool/b10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114281162419651622?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114281162419651622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114281162419651622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114281162419651622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114281162419651622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-good-thing.html' title='YAY good thing!!!'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114265145708981763</id><published>2006-03-17T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:10:57.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my day &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today was a very interesting day.  I got up at 5:30.. actually got to work on time.  Had a good morning, got my feelings hurt (which was stupid, cause it wasent really something to get my feelings hurt over.. its just the way it was said.. and what was happining at the time when it was said.. )  then at 12 i left and went to the wedding store to try on my dress.., which fit perfectly, except for the straps and they have to fix those, but other than that.. its beautiful!!! then i went back to work, where everyone just had to know how it went there. of cousr i told them and then back to work i went.. the i went home... and now im here.. yay rah...   ~={ I tried to call Sanda this afternoon, and i talked to LiZ and she said that she hasent seen or talked to her sence yesterday.. and she was worried about her.. of course i can understand her completely.. cause i havent heard from her sence a couple days ago.  OS i called her cell and told her to call LiZ first then me.. but she hasent called yet..  and Ann never called me back eaither, so i hope that she is ok... I called the house at 8 something and jessica said that she was at the neghbors.. and its 10:05 now.. and nothing.. so i guess ill just hear from her tomorrow or something.. =(:::  same withe Sandra i guess =(::  but seriously, i want to hear from Ann casue i have alot to tell her.. well i guess that i will go.. i was going to put a picture of me on here in my dress but the pic dident turn out after i saved it so when i get better pics ill insert em' on here.... ttylluvMelissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114265145708981763?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114265145708981763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114265145708981763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114265145708981763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114265145708981763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-day.html' title='my day &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114259904057798292</id><published>2006-03-17T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:37:20.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Pattys Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f314/msmaryanne/stp1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114259904057798292?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114259904057798292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114259904057798292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114259904057798292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114259904057798292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Pattys Day'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114247283957518397</id><published>2006-03-15T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:33:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY new template</title><content type='html'>I am making this a quickee cause i am tired, and i need to go to bed... I changed the template.. lol.. ***all by myself***  YAY.. so yea.. thats the only thing that i accomplished today.. and it took me like 30 min.. well sorry i havent wrote anything.. been busy.. ttyl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114247283957518397?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114247283957518397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114247283957518397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114247283957518397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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glad i have you..&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that you are here..&lt;br /&gt;i am always here for you..&lt;br /&gt;i no i am a very emotional person..&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that it doesn't bug you..&lt;br /&gt;when I say i care..&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you..&lt;br /&gt;I am glad were friends..&lt;br /&gt;and i like to make you smile..&lt;br /&gt;i like making people smile..&lt;br /&gt;and i no that i have problems..&lt;br /&gt;as you do..&lt;br /&gt;and i feel bad telling them too you..&lt;br /&gt;but you always take time for them,,,&lt;br /&gt;as i do yours..&lt;br /&gt;I am glad for what happened..&lt;br /&gt;and im so happy we meet the way that we did..&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way you get treated..&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why you ..&lt;br /&gt;a sweet person like you..&lt;br /&gt;has to live with that..&lt;br /&gt;its because of i you that i understand a little about love..&lt;br /&gt;and real friendship..&lt;br /&gt;hardship and trials..&lt;br /&gt;and the pain of not being able to see you everyday..&lt;br /&gt;but the strength and happiness..&lt;br /&gt;reassurance..and comfort that it gives me..&lt;br /&gt;when I finally do.. makes me..&lt;br /&gt;one of the happiest people in the world...&lt;br /&gt;I talk to you on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;everyday..&lt;br /&gt;out of all the time that i have known you..&lt;br /&gt;there was only one day we didn't talk..&lt;br /&gt;and you were out of town...&lt;br /&gt;i love and appreciate every talk ..&lt;br /&gt;every laugh..&lt;br /&gt;and every tear that we share together..&lt;br /&gt;your my girl..&lt;br /&gt;you gave me so much..&lt;br /&gt;and expect so little..&lt;br /&gt;you understand me..&lt;br /&gt;so clearly.. like you have known me&lt;br /&gt;since i was a lil kid&lt;br /&gt;and that's the same with me..&lt;br /&gt;but your still a mystery to me....&lt;br /&gt;i never know what to expect..&lt;br /&gt;but i love it..&lt;br /&gt;if something ever happen's to me..&lt;br /&gt;i want to make sure that you knew my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;and my feelings..&lt;br /&gt;and know that i truly care for you..&lt;br /&gt;with out a shadow of doubt....&lt;br /&gt;and i like i said before..&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am a emotional little girl..&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you understand me..&lt;br /&gt;that i am this way... because i care..&lt;br /&gt;this was something important..&lt;br /&gt;that came from my heart..&lt;br /&gt;sent to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;fed to my fingers..&lt;br /&gt;and typed tonight..&lt;br /&gt;your my girl..&lt;br /&gt;my best friend..&lt;br /&gt;i love you...&lt;br /&gt;bunches..&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114178766083735659?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114178766083735659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Sitting still, though not one of your favorite activities, can be particularly challenging now. Your thoughts are bouncing around, making you eager to change your posture and your mind. 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But not today.. cause i am going to make entry's.. and maybe a few poems .. just depending ... I am tired.. and there is a lot going through my head.. Last night when i got home.. I got online, and looked at my mail, same o same o.. then i got off and went and took I think the longest bubble bath that i have ever taken.. then i got out, and went upstairs called Anna which i didn't really even get to talk to her and she was supposed to call me back, so i laid up there till 10.. and i figured.. well she isn't.. so i just got up and came back down stairs and got on the Internet.. While i was laying up there.. I lit 3 candles and a incense and turned on Pink Floyd the wall.. which i do this when i just want to think.. and i have to admit, i haven't did that in a long time.. but it felt good.. just to lay there by candle light and do absolutely nothing but think.. well after all the calmness took place then i came down stairs and got on the net till around 1 and then went to bed.. i woke up this morning to Sandra calling me.. which was a good thing. cause i really wanted to talk to her.. she over analyzes things like i do.. but sometimes, she gets a better perspective of things.. than i do..well i totally forgot what i was going to say because Amanda IM'd me.. lol.. I haven't seen her sence high school that was three years ago and she hasn't changed a bit...  mom just got up, and it seems that dad is in a not so good mood.. so i guess that today is going to be all kinds of peachy .. huh.. ***shakes small fist*** i am listening to a joan jett song called "I hate myself for loving you" and i am all into this song!  Sherry is picking me and mom up tomorrow and we are going to go to the docter to see if she needs any kemo.. I just hope that she dosent.. well i am going to get off of here and go upstairs and watch the Jonny Cash movie "walk the line"  cause i really have been wanting to see it and i "borrowed" it from heather.. well, heather dident even know that she got it unless wanda wen home and told her.. i just took it and i am giving it to her tomorrow.. LaterZ&lt;br /&gt;LuvMelissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114158536402501882?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114158536402501882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114158536402501882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114158536402501882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114158536402501882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/bubble-baths-and-not-so-good-moods.html' title='bubble baths and not so good moods'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114158173722968247</id><published>2006-03-05T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:02:17.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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The whole thing frankly is very confusing.. and i am glad that it is over.. Then there is some random guy with a foot fetish.. that supposedly said that he killed them on a tape.. yet he is free and the other guy is not.. im so confused. Im just glad that it is over!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Work today sucked for the most part.. I went in and wanda was there.. which she wasent supposed to be cause its her day off.. and cathy fell at work so she had to take payroll to her.. and then she decided to leave.. which YAY.. cause its her day off and Laura was there and Heather till 6 so yea.. they cant do much (which i understand) but that leaves me with a whole shit load of work.. I am so tired.. and heather tolf me some stuff that has been said about me.. and i am not too happy... and it is pretty silly..&lt;br /&gt;I talked to anna today.. and she is doing pretty good.. her mom is doing good also.. and i told her some of what was going on a she got all grr.. she's cute when she's grr lol.. ((^.^ ha ha ha.. anime wink -.^)) anywho.. i finally got to tlak to her around eight. She went to get pizza, with her neighbor..and princess got all mad.. im like.. damn... she needs to chill.. ya know..&lt;br /&gt;this life is too short to bitch all the time.. which is pretty much what we all do.. everyday of our lives.. same o drama... same o shit.. and we bitch and bitch but we never really try and change it.. ya know? This guy came into the store today.. he was prolly in his late 80's... he told me to have fun.. because if you dont have a little fun in your life.. you might as well be buried 6ft under.. and thats the truth.. ... And i no whats going to happen tomorrow.. im going to go to work and see wanda. and get pissed. cause of everything.. and im litterly going to conme home and cry.. cause i want to work there.. i do. I like the customers.. i like the job.. its the damn employees.. and i tell you i thought that high schol was full of drama.. well this place takes the cake.. !!!!!!  you no when you get tired at the end of a long day and you say " Im about to call it a day.." well im getting tired of that place. so "im about to call it a job" I aient lyin'........&lt;br /&gt;i have heartburn from hell right now.. I just ate my iron pill and two tums and i am about ready to eat a zoloft and call it a night LOL.. actually i tink i already took it.. o well i cant remember .. if i did i will just be more happier lol..&lt;br /&gt;Chris came over today.. but i was at work.. he brought his aunt Cena over here to see mom cause she hasent got to see her sence she left work to have her surgery for her cancer.. and Cena gave mom a pretty card with $ in it.. it was so sweet of her.. mom was so happy.. the card is beautifull and she was glad to see chris and Cena.. of course i missed it all cause i was at work. but yea.. SO i am having a quizilla attack..!!! lol.. I love taking quizzes there.. cause they are fun quizzes not like.. 2+2.. lol.. I just took one that was called.. "Are you hott" and my result was "sorry nope" which i already knew that i dident need a quiz to tell me that.. lol.. well i guess that i better get off of here and go to bed so i can get up and go to that hell hole in the morning.. hooorah! :( ttyl&lt;br /&gt;luv&lt;br /&gt;melissa&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/23062613-114144663319553989?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114144663319553989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114144663319553989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114144663319553989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114144663319553989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-about-call-it-job.html' title='Im about the Call it a Job......'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114130916938469788</id><published>2006-03-02T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:19:29.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what drug are you quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 66px; 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(with pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114130815287034340?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114130815287034340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114130815287034340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114130815287034340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114130815287034340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-sterotype-are-you-in-high-school.html' title='what sterotype are you in high school.. quiz'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114127703224542111</id><published>2006-03-02T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:23:52.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>martini please LOL..</title><content type='html'>ok so i was on this "myspace" icon page and they had a icon of a naked chic in a martini glass.. she was all over that glass.. and im like OK.. wow.. thats different.. a myspace site.. .. wow.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114127703224542111?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114127703224542111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114127703224542111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114127703224542111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114127703224542111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/martini-please-lol.html' title='martini please LOL..'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114127639177997692</id><published>2006-03-02T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:13:11.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a fast yet long entry.. lol</title><content type='html'>well alrighty! i have been trying to post all damn day and just now.. at 11:55 p.m. i get the chance to write.. ***evil laughter**.... anyways.. today wasent a good day.. at all.. my first mistake was waking up.. i should have stayed asleep.. really i should have.. dad was down here being grr cause i dident do something.. i cant even remember what it was.. anna's mom is in the Hospital they found out that she had a heartattack.. and she had to stay over night.. so i called ann;s house when i couldent get her on her Cell.. and i ended up talking to jessica and she filled me n enogh info till anna finally called me back.. by then.. i wasent in a good mood anyways... then anna hung up and called me later, she was at my work getting water.. amd called me to see if i paid for the water that was under the counter.. then she hung up with me, and i tried to call her back.. but she dident answer.. so i just called work and Mara answered the phone.. and i asked for bouff and she got all shitty with me.. and hung up.. and then i got shitty and then anna called me back.... and we talked till she lost signal.. then later she called me back.. and asked me what was wrong... and i said noth.... and she said.. good cause i am holdin alot and i am done with holdin it for the day.. or something like that.. which made me feel bad for even telling her my problems.. but also, hurt my feelings a little.. which i no she dident mean to .. i mean im under all kinds of stress and so is she.. so when we say someting it can easily be taken the wrong way.. but i still feel bad, and my feelings are hurt.. not to bad thought.. lol... and so i dident call her back.. till like three and she had to go get her son from school.. and then i let her go... so she never called me back.. then around 9 she called me. lol.. which i was glad that she did.. but i still dident say anything casue i felt bad.. and i still do.. lol.. then i tried to call Sandra cause she is taking me and mom to the docter tomorrow.. but she never answered her phone.. so i wrote her a page and a half letter.. which i havent done that sence high school .. then i called Anna;s cell phone (this is something we always do btw) she dosent get a signal cause she lives so far out.. so i call and leave her songs on her voice mail.. tonight was fetish, crimson and clover.. and Golddiger LOL&gt;.  then i got up made my bed, took my happy pill, came down here and started this entry.. so that was my day now i am going to bed.. I love ya...Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114127639177997692?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114127639177997692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114127639177997692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114127639177997692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114127639177997692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/fast-yet-long-entry-lol.html' title='a fast yet long entry.. lol'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114126253191404170</id><published>2006-03-01T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:22:11.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This smell of sin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I live my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;without hurting anyone?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pieces of warped lies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While dreaming of an incredible tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I count the sleepless nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C.c&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114126253191404170?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114126253191404170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114126253191404170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114126253191404170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114126253191404170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/03/excerpt.html' title='excerpt'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114118566193095501</id><published>2006-02-28T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:01:01.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1424</title><content type='html'>well i had to go to work today.. but its ok cause i have two days off now.. so im happy.. though i have alot to do.. I dident get to talk to Anna much today cause her sisters in, and they want to spend time together.. which i am happy that they get too .. cause anna;s been wanting to see her forever.. and of course princess is making a big scene over it.. im like gawd.. lol.. so a whole bunch of drama is going on at work .. and me and wanda ended up being the only two there today.. well i left at 4. cause i was tired.. and i had to come home and fix moms gause around her drain tube, and fix supper.. but it was a easy one.. she just wanted cream of chicken soup and dad had already eaten.. so i have yesterdays mac and cheese... and a marshmellow egg.. now i am ready to go to bed, cause i am hella tired.. I am changing the pictures  around on here.. cause i was board with them.. lol.. i like change.. LOL&gt;. Yesterday a boy that i worked with asked me if i could bring all of his CD's.. which was fine so i brough all 21 back to him LOL.. was half was ones i gave him.. i left them there.. i just hope that wanda gave them to him.. cause if she dident.. ***shakes fist** lol.. jk.. So i have been on a pepsi kick now for like a week.. i just cant get enough of it.. which is a bad thing, cause i can see all my weight coming back... I mean i am big anyways.. but i did lose some.. and the pepsi isent helping .lol.. I am trying to think what i had for lunch today.. i cant really remember.. OOOO yea a happy meal.. lol.. i got a toy lol.. it was a cow that jumped rope.. and i left it at work.. DAMMIT lol.. well i think that i will go.. Im tired.. and i need some sleep... I really wish that Anna wouldhave called me back.. cause she will be at the hospital tomorrow with her mom and i wont get to talk to her all day... unless she calls... i miss her so damn much... :( its sad.. well ttyl..LuvMelissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114118566193095501?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114118566193095501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114118566193095501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114118566193095501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114118566193095501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/1424.html' title='1424'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114118520983707555</id><published>2006-02-28T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:53:29.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adkins Dieters Raid Small Bakery Truck..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/closetohomefeb28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/closetohomefeb28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a comic from my desk calander called "Close to Home" .. I had to put this on here.. because of the whole Adkins thing. I just thought it was funny.... this is what it says if you cant read it..&lt;br /&gt;"Reaching the Breaking Point, a mob of frantic Adkins Dieters raids a bakery truck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114118520983707555?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114118520983707555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114118520983707555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114118520983707555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114118520983707555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/adkins-dieters-raid-small-bakery-truck.html' title='Adkins Dieters Raid Small Bakery Truck..'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114109789044319143</id><published>2006-02-27T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:38:10.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz.. what song am i</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="600" alt="HASH(0x8f6bee0)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/JA/JAK/jakesnake13/1140904934_em-800x600.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are when i'm gone of Eminem&lt;br /&gt;You are very opened up to all of your friends.You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust them and they trust you.Some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't like you cause you are too opened up.&lt;br /&gt;[Introduction]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;It's my life...&lt;br /&gt;My own words I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arm for?&lt;br /&gt;Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?&lt;br /&gt;When they know they're your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you know you were their armour&lt;br /&gt;And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'her&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when karma, turns right around and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bites you?&lt;br /&gt;And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you become the main source of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain?&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy look what I made", Dad's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch a plane&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is she?"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itself&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;br /&gt;Then to write a rhyme on that song and tell her you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her&lt;br /&gt;And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of her&lt;br /&gt;That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy&lt;br /&gt;Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swing&lt;br /&gt;She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing&lt;br /&gt;"You're making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying?"&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're lying&lt;br /&gt;"You always say that, you always say this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time&lt;br /&gt;"But you ain't leaving no more, Daddy you're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine"&lt;br /&gt;She's piling boxes in front of the door trying to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block it&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy please, Daddy don't leave, Daddy - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it!"&lt;br /&gt;Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locket&lt;br /&gt;It's got a picture, "this'll keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, take it withcha'"&lt;br /&gt;I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;These fuckin' walls must be talking, cuz man I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear 'em&lt;br /&gt;They're saying "You've got one more chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do right" - and it's tonight&lt;br /&gt;Now go out there and show that you love 'em before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too late&lt;br /&gt;And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;It's turns to a stage, they're gone, and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat&lt;br /&gt;The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feet&lt;br /&gt;I take a bow and thank you all for coming out&lt;br /&gt;They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy it's me, help Mommy, her wrists are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeding,"&lt;br /&gt;But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweden?&lt;br /&gt;"I followed you Daddy, you told me that you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weren't leavin'&lt;br /&gt;"You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;"And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Dad'&lt;br /&gt;"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coin&lt;br /&gt;"I get the point - fine, me and Mommy are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going"&lt;br /&gt;But baby wait, "it's too late Dad, you made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choice&lt;br /&gt;"Now go out there and show 'em that you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'em more than us"&lt;br /&gt;That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep.. screamin' your name&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pill&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I bet you you will. You rap about it, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word, k-keep it real&lt;br /&gt;I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me&lt;br /&gt;I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it&lt;br /&gt;Put it to my brain and scream "die Shady"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pop it&lt;br /&gt;The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be on crashes and burns to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashes&lt;br /&gt;That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's birds singin'&lt;br /&gt;It's Spring and Hailie's outside swinging, I walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right up to Kim and kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Tell her I miss her, Hailie just smiles and winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at her little sister&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus/Outro]&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;Just smile back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/jakesnake13/quizzes/**********%20WHat%20SonG%20R%20U%3F%20*******%20**piCtuRes%20AnD%20lyRiCs%20InCluDeD%20!%20**"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;********** WHat SonG R U? ******* **piCtuRes AnD lyRiCs InCluDeD ! **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114109789044319143?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114109789044319143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114109789044319143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114109789044319143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114109789044319143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiz-what-song-am-i.html' title='quiz.. what song am i'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114109701691294561</id><published>2006-02-27T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:23:36.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>true color</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Your true color is Blue.&lt;br /&gt;Your&lt;br /&gt;strength is Authenticity. You seek to express&lt;br /&gt;the inner you. Authenticity and honesty are&lt;br /&gt;valued above all characteristics. You are&lt;br /&gt;sensitive to subtlety and--with great&lt;br /&gt;flair--you create roles in life's drama. You&lt;br /&gt;enjoy close relationships with those you love&lt;br /&gt;and you possess a strong spirituality in your&lt;br /&gt;nature. Making a difference in the world is&lt;br /&gt;easy for you because you cultivate the&lt;br /&gt;potential in yourself and in&lt;br /&gt;others.&lt;br /&gt;You esteem yourself by being&lt;br /&gt;sincere and sympathetic. People with blue as&lt;br /&gt;their true color are persons of peace and&lt;br /&gt;love. They are the natural romantics in life,&lt;br /&gt;idealizing the perfect moment and gestures of&lt;br /&gt;love. They are the most satisfied when&lt;br /&gt;nurturing the potential in others, bringing&lt;br /&gt;out the best in them. They are facilitators&lt;br /&gt;of human potential. 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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114109635444127148</id><published>2006-02-27T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:12:34.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;sitting here...&lt;br /&gt;senseless... wishing..&lt;br /&gt;wishing for something..&lt;br /&gt;anything..&lt;br /&gt;yet everything all at once..&lt;br /&gt;need to slow down..&lt;br /&gt;need to relax..&lt;br /&gt;i got time.. to drown it out..&lt;br /&gt;i got time.. to do it..&lt;br /&gt;but i still rush it..&lt;br /&gt;rush work&lt;br /&gt;rush love&lt;br /&gt;rush friendship..&lt;br /&gt;rush it all ..&lt;br /&gt;always in a rush..&lt;br /&gt;standing here..&lt;br /&gt;i see you there..&lt;br /&gt;i want a simple conversation..&lt;br /&gt;but i cant have it..&lt;br /&gt;i want to kiss you ..&lt;br /&gt;so fucken bad..&lt;br /&gt;but i cant...&lt;br /&gt;i just hold you..&lt;br /&gt;you hold me..&lt;br /&gt;but even then..&lt;br /&gt;its a rush..&lt;br /&gt;rush to relax...&lt;br /&gt;relax to start rush.....&lt;br /&gt;a simple glance..&lt;br /&gt;is sweet in itself..&lt;br /&gt;then you leave..&lt;br /&gt;and i am here..&lt;br /&gt;till you call..&lt;br /&gt;till you call..&lt;br /&gt;still its a rush...&lt;br /&gt;a rush to talk..&lt;br /&gt;a rush to breath.&lt;br /&gt;a rush to live..&lt;br /&gt;a rush for everything..&lt;br /&gt;those quite days..&lt;br /&gt;when we are alone..&lt;br /&gt;if one day..&lt;br /&gt;we ever get to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;please dont rush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114109635444127148?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114109557534389208</id><published>2006-02-27T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:59:35.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Well i had a good first day back to work...  I was relly mellowed out. Wanda was in a good mood all day, so was heather.. my boss on the other hand was all grr.. which was fine i dident relly let it bother me.. as much as i usually do.. and then him and heather got into it.. which i thought was quite funny.. We ate takeout from a coffee shop that her aunt runs next door.. I had a club, pickle and chips.. it was really good.   There is this hot guy that shops there.. yea he's yummy LOL.. Dad was in a good and better mood than he was last night.. My mom is doing good as well.. She has to got to the docter thursday, and that is when we find out the results of her limpnodes test and she gets her drainage tube out.. Heather is taking us over there because her dad has throat Cancer, so my mom and her dad has there appt at the same time. :)  Right now i am completly Rockin' to Joan Jett.. I absoultly LOVE her.. and blog hoppin!.. Drinking pepsi and basically just chillin.. i think this is going to be a quizzilla night.. ^.^ I want to go out on the town.. I tell you.. i am going to do something soon.. FUN.. with loud music and my anna.. lol...  Connections sounds fun.. anything really.. lol.. but it has to be with Ann.. cause it would be a fucken BLAST.. ***Different Strokes, for different folks***I got my Vouge bill and my Guidposts bill and my Medical bills today.. UGH i hate fucken bills..  They alway s come at the most terrible times..  and then they send you notice after notice, i will pay them.. they just need to chill out for a bit ya no??? it makes me mad.. it really does.. well ill end this.. ttyl.. goodnight luv melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114109557534389208?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114109557534389208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114109557534389208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114109557534389208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114109557534389208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-day.html' title='a good day'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114104462284793203</id><published>2006-02-27T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:50:22.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning.. if it is a good morning.. which i strongly doubt</title><content type='html'>well i just wanted to write really quick and say good morning.. !  and now i have to go to hell (work for those who dont know me ^.^) ttyl&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114104462284793203?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114104462284793203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114104462284793203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114104462284793203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114104462284793203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-morning-if-it-is-good-morning.html' title='Good Morning.. if it is a good morning.. which i strongly doubt'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114101198341481071</id><published>2006-02-26T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:46:28.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sitting here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/1600/grandmaandgrandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7220/2356/320/grandmaandgrandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Cousin Sherry came over today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and gave us this really old picture of my mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;her brother and two sisters when they were kids..&lt;br /&gt;mom was around 11 in the picture... but&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part was that my grandpa and grandma&lt;br /&gt;are in the picture.. I miss them so much.. its days like this that&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could go to there house and stay with them .. but i cant.. but yea.. I miss them.. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not a good picture.. but i tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114101198341481071?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114101198341481071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114101198341481071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114101198341481071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114101198341481071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-sitting-here.html' title='Still sitting here..'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114100879473375712</id><published>2006-02-26T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:53:14.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.. new cool blog even though im pi$$ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i have a new blog.. i I really like it.  I am glad that i finally figured out BlogSpot.. Now i have two.. I dident get to talk to Anna much today.. I called around 6ish and she was in bed with a terrible head ache.. so i hope that she is ok... I did something today, that i swore i would never doo.. and ill never do it again.. but i cant mention it on here..  Chris Came over and we made this blog.. cause i couldent figure it out.. then i went to look at his new house and to get a Mountain Dew.. He Told me that Him and Helen broke up.. thats sad.. and then we came back here and he left.... well my aunt and uncle showed up during all of that.. and after they left.. i got everything throwed directly in my face.. From chris being here..  to leaving for not even a hour.. to ann, .. to leaving with anna.. for not helping with mom.. even though i do it non stop.. for not going to church.. for everything.. and I have cried and cried and cried.. and i am so fucking pissed.. lets just say.. that after today is over.. alot of things are going to go back to the way they was.. and alot of things are going to change.. because i cant handle this.. i cant handle this at all.. I dont cook right.. "i sit on my ass" "i talk on the phone to much" "i love Anna more than my parents" thats not all that he said to me.. but let me tell you this..The only one that treats me for me.. loves me.. and would do anything for me.. and not only treats me like a friend.. but a sister and part of a whole other family is Anna.. and the other, who believes in me... my mother.. other than that.. i just dont no anymore..I am so pissed off right now.. i am getting tired of things being throwed back at me.. I feel so useless.. I miss anna... i want to talk to her so bad right now.. i feel so shitty, and i feel like crying.. it makes me feel like, like i havent done a damn thing.. and it makes me feel like everything is all my fault .. what ever happens.. to anyone.. its all because of me.. because of the music that i listen to .. or the things that i am in too.. I guess that i have to learn the facts.. the only one that i shouldent let down is my self.. cause with everyone else .. the way they act im letting them down... I cant even be me..!!!!! the ONLY person i can be MYSELF around is ANNA.. not even Sandra.. not chris.. not none of em.. and i cant even call her.. and talk to her.. cause she is asleep.. and i have to go to that fucken Hell Hole tomorrow.. and fucken work.. for 10 fucken hours.. with the same lame brains... and then go to bed and do it all over again..  whew..&lt;br /&gt;So i am listening to the WONDERFUL Joan Jett Cd Fetish that Chris Made me.. he said that he dident like it cause it was all "women power" music, and it reminded him of a bar filled with a bunch of rocken out women... and im like .. WELL DUH.. LOL.. She rocks!&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i will end this.. i will be up for a bit.. .. and ill prollly write more.. ttyl..&lt;br /&gt;Luv&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114100879473375712?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114100879473375712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114100879473375712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114100879473375712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114100879473375712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-new-cool-blog-even-though-im-pied.html' title='Yay.. new cool blog even though im pi$$ed'/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23062613.post-114099035018836212</id><published>2006-02-26T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:45:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were covered in sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;When they first met mine&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and stared at you&lt;br /&gt;You didn't seem to mind&lt;br /&gt;The awkward ways we meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared how i dressed before&lt;br /&gt;But i cared that night&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation ran through my bones&lt;br /&gt;And my clothes never fit right&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 'til we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Framed pictures start to be put on the walls&lt;br /&gt;Constant visits while im out on the road&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to leave sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But you know where i lay my head at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First comes heavy breathing&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;What will happen next&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23062613-114099035018836212?l=idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/feeds/114099035018836212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23062613&amp;postID=114099035018836212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114099035018836212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23062613/posts/default/114099035018836212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-wanna-know-i-dont-wanna-know.html' title=''/><author><name>baby blue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231395761242887759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/babybluepoet/melissa34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
