<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743</id><updated>2011-10-16T17:44:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of an American Heart Throb</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-971888449985321012</id><published>2011-10-16T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:44:19.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asshole cock sucker mother fucker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My boyfriend was a royal DICK yesterday. I was sick,sick as hell. For you to understand how sick,I have to tell you the symptoms. I was cramping horribly,I kept feeling like I had to throw up and eventually did,if I stood up I could barely walk. I was going to pass out and eventually did. Jake woke me up and I felt better. But the entire time I was like that,what did he do? Annoy the piss out of me to take him to air up a god damn tire. A TIRE. I was laying there,in the worst pain imaginable and not able to move an inch without getting even more fucked up,and he wants me to drive him to air up a fucking TIRE. And not a car tire,a BICYCLE TIRE. I'm not perfect,but that's straight up bullshit. BULL FUCKING SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-971888449985321012?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/971888449985321012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=971888449985321012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/971888449985321012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/971888449985321012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/10/asshole-cock-sucker-mother-fucker.html' title='Asshole cock sucker mother fucker.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8183119146453370199</id><published>2011-09-05T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:22:30.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh,yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Like everyone I know is getting pregnant,married or both. I don't want a baby,nor do I want to be married within the next 3-4 years. But for some reason I like the idea of knowing that maybe Jake would want to marry me. Not now,but one day. And not want to because I want him to. But because HE wants ME to be HIS wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. I'd like to know he wants me to be Mrs. Jake McKinney one day. But I know how he feels on marriage. To him,it's bullshit. But to me it's really not. BUT HEY. I can't get everything.&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/6677860344951476743-8183119146453370199?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8183119146453370199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8183119146453370199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8183119146453370199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8183119146453370199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/09/hehyeah.html' title='Heh,yeah.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3354919822968124922</id><published>2011-07-03T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:46:18.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not a Christian,nor do I truly believe that I'll go anywhere once I die. I think I'll just be dead. There's nothing after death but being gone. But sometimes,sometimes I just like to imagine that when I do die,I live in a permanent dream that is exactly what I wanted life to be. My dream for my after life,would be this. I would die and wake up,16 years old. I'd walk outside and get into my car. I'd drive for half an hour or more to Jake's house. Once I got there,I wouldn't have to knock,or anything. He'd walk right out and straight to me. The whole time he'd be walking towards me,we'd both be smiling. As soon as he was close enough,he'd grab me and pull me close. He'd kiss me with all the love in the world and we'd both still be smiling. And once we pulled back out of the kiss,he'd tell me he loves me and we'd just walk off holding each other. I'd dream every day we'd be together,we'd be there together loving each other and knowing our lives were perfect. We'd be living that beautiful,peaceful existence together,in love. That's what I'd like for my afterlife to be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3354919822968124922?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3354919822968124922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3354919822968124922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3354919822968124922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3354919822968124922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/07/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife?'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8498228743974010592</id><published>2011-06-11T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:14:00.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jake and I are back together. Kinda shocking to me. I never imagined this would happen. But it did. I'm quite happy about it. I mean,this guy was the first to be a real boyfriend to me. He cared about me,he loved me and he would fight for me. Anytime he heard a guy even looked at me like he wanted me,he was ready to kill. That should be bad,but at least I know he wasn't ready to lose me to someone else. But I guess we'll see how this goes guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8498228743974010592?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8498228743974010592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8498228743974010592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8498228743974010592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8498228743974010592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/06/welp.html' title='Welp.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2969750084524945693</id><published>2011-04-12T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:55:21.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Need Of A New Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have come to the final conclusion that I,yes me,am a horse fucked piece of shit.  I have the ability to hurt people and make the world sadder. But honestly,I don't give a fuck anymore. People can hate me until the world ends and it wouldn't change a thing about me or how I feel.  I'm perfectly content being the worst thing to ever exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2969750084524945693?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2969750084524945693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2969750084524945693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2969750084524945693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2969750084524945693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-need-of-new-light.html' title='In Need Of A New Light'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8431117077382745480</id><published>2011-03-11T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T20:53:45.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There comes a time in every person's life when they just don't give a fuck. Well folks,I just don't give a fuck now. I'm tired of my friends,tired of my exes and tired of my family.  I can't take in anymore.  This never ending crap that is dealing with everyone else's problems instead of my own.  Like that's how I want to live my life.  Dealing with YOUR problems when I NEED to deal with my OWN.  Yeah,okay. What the fuck ever.  I am SO not doing that shit.  You do your shit and leave me to my own,kay thanks.  BUH BYE.  And my exes,they can eat shit.  I'm sick of them all.  They start redundant bullshit and I could care less if they dropped dead. I'm just sick of everything. Goodbye and good fucking night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8431117077382745480?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8431117077382745480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8431117077382745480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8431117077382745480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8431117077382745480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/03/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4735549332622799026</id><published>2011-01-21T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:49:11.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Ass Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sitting in this semitruck, not a clue as to why.  I'm just sitting here with my favorite Jason Aldean CD playing.  My Kinda Party is blasting and I'm waiting for someone to come back.  I don't remember who, I just remember waking up and thinking about how he needs to hurry up.  Just as Jason Aldean is about to say he's chilling with some Skynard and some Old Hank, the driver's side door opens up.  It's some man, looks to be about thirty.  He smiles and naturally I smiled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You ready to load up and head out lil' miss," he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You know I am Tommy boy." I replied with a smirk that could melt any man's face off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tommy, I can only assume that's his name, fires up the truck and pulls out of the station.  We're heading to only God knows where and my heart rate is going off the charts.  Why, why am I so excited? For all I know I'm in a truck with a rapist and my face is glowing, literally radiating with excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The next few hours are a bit blurry to me, I vaguely remember singing with this Tommy man and blasting every country CD I have on me.  My face just keeps brightening up as we get closer to our destination.  Finally Tommy turns to me and grins from ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well sweetheart, this is our stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I turn my head to look out the window and I see the Kentucky Speedway.  I'm about to piss all over myself. I can feel my bladder getting ready to burst for how excited I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Oh hell Tommy, you think Junior is ready for this?" I ask, only a trace of doubt cross my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sweetheart, you told him the layout of this track from the moment we left Daytona, he is good as gold as long as he takes your advice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I sure hope he does. Oh shit Tommy...you don't think that...HE will be here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hold the phone, who is HE? When the fuck did I meet a HE? Actually, how the fuck did I get here? I'm lost,so very lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"If he is here, you can handle it.  He doesn't have to control your movements just because you two broke up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm trusting you on this Tommy boy, now take me into the garage so I can get my seat pass from Junior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tommy pulled the semi into the garage area, after I drove the car and the back up into the garage I gracefully took my seat pass and headed towards to the grand stands where the look outs were.  I saw some old friends and some others who hated my guts, that much I knew because of the facial expressions each gave me.  The whole time I stood up here I felt that feeling like something was about to happen.  When I heard the gate to the look out post open and slam shut, I knew what was happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The room grew quiet, insanely quiet at that.  I felt eyes staring at me, and staring at him.  I couldn't look at him, I knew I couldn't.  My body wouldn't let me.  I just pulled out my binoculars and watched the boys line up on pit road.  Just hoping, just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then,that warm feeling you get when someone just sat beside you covered my entire body.  I knew it was coming, he was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hey...I missed you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I turned my head and saw him. Jake McKinney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn crazy dreams. Never fall asleep earlier than you should kiddies. You dream your a NASCAR look out and your ex boyfriend is still in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4735549332622799026?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4735549332622799026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4735549332622799026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4735549332622799026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4735549332622799026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-crazy-ass-dream.html' title='My Crazy Ass Dream'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2694278323571560327</id><published>2010-12-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:08:35.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 3, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I really and truly think Jake is trying to purposefully piss me off and start fights. He is constantly texting all kinds of girls and just giving me the shittiest treatment I have ever gotten before. It's just pathetic anymore. I mean,do I sit there and text half my exes while telling him I love him? Or PUBLICLY flirt with them on Facebook while we fucking fight? Is that so damn necessary?  I've sat back and let him do this shit for so long,I'm tired of it.  I can never leave a person or tell them what's what,but this time...I am not afraid to leave.  I held it off too long last time but no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2694278323571560327?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2694278323571560327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2694278323571560327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2694278323571560327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2694278323571560327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/12/dec-3-2010.html' title='Dec 3, 2010'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7251573075652788787</id><published>2010-12-02T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:03:32.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well,as usual Jake and I are fighting. Excessively. It's getting to a horrible point,like I don't even think we're going to stay together very long. It's hurting me more than I ever imagined it could. I honestly thought after what I went through with Skyelar,I'd never be able to let myself be hurt so bad. But hey guys,look guys,I'M FUCKING DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN. I don't know what to do anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-7251573075652788787?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7251573075652788787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7251573075652788787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7251573075652788787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7251573075652788787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/12/fighting.html' title='Fighting.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6372795447407794736</id><published>2010-10-25T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:07:53.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow will be the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow is October 26th, 2010. This day was supposed to be one of the best I ever lived. It was going to be the one year anniversary of myself and Skyelar being together, but that is not the case now.  Tomorrow will hurt, no matter how long ago we ended.  He was the first guy I ever truly loved and the first guy I ever let myself fall into such a deep love with.  No matter what I or anyone else says,I know I loved him and I know I was in love with him.  He held with him a piece of me only he could have and still he has it.  It's the piece of me I was going to give to "the one".  I regret giving him it in many ways but in others,I don't.  I know no matter what happens I will always love him,not the way I did but in a way that will always be special.  He held my heart first and he still has a place in my heart now.  We're hateful towards each other and I say such terrible things about him,but no matter how bad it seems only you readers will know the truth.  I'm in another relationship and I'm very happy about this,it's my first step towards closure,along with this.  I'm going to make this my last mention of Skyelar until the day we final move on and can be at least friends.  Right now,it would give me joy to just see him and smile,knowing I have a friend in him again.  But I know that may be a long time before that happens,I still have healing to do and he does too,whether he admits it or not.  We had  a rough ending and it cut me deep,and I know it affected him just as badly.  But I want him to know,whether it be now or later on,I love him still,not as I did,but in a way only I would know. And I wish to still be friends,and I am willing to wait for this to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6372795447407794736?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6372795447407794736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6372795447407794736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6372795447407794736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6372795447407794736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomorrow-will-be-end.html' title='Tomorrow will be the end.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7082768712810539012</id><published>2010-08-17T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T18:10:41.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retardation in WORDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How does it feel to see that smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Not for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But another guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How does it feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To see those eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Staring at him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With trust and no lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How bad does it hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To see her stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Proud and hopeful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How does it fucking feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How sir,does it fucking feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To know you let go of your forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And gave it to another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One more deserving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One who can love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Like you never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One who can show her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What you never could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You don't know what you had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Until it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You know this now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As you watch her life fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Farther and farther away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7082768712810539012?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7082768712810539012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7082768712810539012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7082768712810539012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7082768712810539012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/08/retardation-in-words.html' title='Retardation in WORDS.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7290372982682294835</id><published>2010-07-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T11:56:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Humanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I never fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;I never had a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings can go,&lt;br /&gt;Since I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see past today,&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;I live a life alone,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite feel it,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll know when it has hit.&lt;br /&gt;Life is falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Inside this musty old town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7290372982682294835?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7290372982682294835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7290372982682294835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7290372982682294835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7290372982682294835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/07/face-humanity.html' title='Face Humanity.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6053787181144179717</id><published>2010-06-02T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:07:59.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So the worst day of my life began last night around 9:30. The best thing that ever happened to me left me, nothing but "I love you with all of my heart, but I can't do this anymore." I don't know how to feel other than hurt beyond belief.  This boy was my world, he was my little otter.  Everything I learned to love about life was because of him.  I had to go today and watch him not worry or care. And I don't know how to feel. I'm so lost...so alone...so confused.  I want to believe it isn't over,but more so I want him back. I love him so much it hurts to imagine him gone.  He was everything I wanted in life, my good morning and my good night.  I never felt so close to anyone as I did him.  I'm in love with him,still. I always will be.  I had the best thing ever and he left...he let me go.  And what hurts...more than anything...is that he still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6053787181144179717?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6053787181144179717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6053787181144179717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6053787181144179717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6053787181144179717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-all-over.html' title='It&apos;s all over.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3868585890817661411</id><published>2010-02-04T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:07:04.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hate the human population.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's the weed talking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weed you never smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"2008: I was soooooo fucked up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Back then you had no idea what being fucked up was asswipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Baby I love you so much. You mean the world to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you love me,but not more than a XBox. Get a life or starting living the one you have,off that piece of shit. One day you'll make a wrong move and have only that fucking piece of trash to "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;So much.&lt;br /&gt;It burns.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-3868585890817661411?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3868585890817661411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3868585890817661411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3868585890817661411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3868585890817661411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/02/notes.html' title='Notes.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3590292309965149984</id><published>2010-01-17T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:39:50.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mac: The Official Remodel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First update, you will not be allowed to have a patty under 1/2 inch thick. Don't care how much weight you wanna lose. Wanna lose weight? Don't fucking eat a Big Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds update, more than one slice of god damn cheese. That one slice...that shit ain't funny. Sersiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third update, don't put on more lettuce than there is meat. I paid for a burger not a salad on a bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,this shit is for rizzle and I'ma bitch till they fix it. Wendy's owns you McDonalds....THEY OWN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3590292309965149984?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3590292309965149984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3590292309965149984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3590292309965149984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3590292309965149984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-mac-official-remodel.html' title='Big Mac: The Official Remodel.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7115519771415267734</id><published>2010-01-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:37:32.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foul Stench of a Liar's Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sir you do no justice for me,&lt;br /&gt;Your lies and hatred are all you need.&lt;br /&gt;I never once did turn my back,&lt;br /&gt;But mine you eyed with a sharpened knife.&lt;br /&gt;We had a bond like a strong sibling tie,&lt;br /&gt;But you based it all on sickly lies.&lt;br /&gt;I do know now how to break a bond,&lt;br /&gt;Push the liar out and keep your head held strong.&lt;br /&gt;I need not look back and feel anger.&lt;br /&gt;I know my place and here I am no stranger.&lt;br /&gt;We may meet later on life's path,&lt;br /&gt;But towards you I will stray no further.&lt;br /&gt;We're parting ways here you vile twisted twit,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when you perish and I stand ever lasting,&lt;br /&gt;You will realize the mistakes made by your snake forked tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7115519771415267734?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7115519771415267734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7115519771415267734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7115519771415267734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7115519771415267734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2010/01/foul-stench-of-liars-breath.html' title='The Foul Stench of a Liar&apos;s Breath'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6796979546609685483</id><published>2009-12-19T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:21:40.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog: December 19, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today started out as a pretty boring blah day.  I woke up and freaked cuz I passed out on the computer and Skyelar didn't call. I was like man whatta faggg. ): But then I ate and felted better. About 10:30 he finally got on and messaged me.  I read it and three words in there just made. My. Day.  He goes on about needing a ride to a show then I see at the end "well...i love you and i guess ill see you later. =]" I love you,NEVER SAW THAT ONE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6796979546609685483?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6796979546609685483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6796979546609685483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6796979546609685483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6796979546609685483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-december-19-2009.html' title='Blog: December 19, 2009'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1311102824408382683</id><published>2009-12-17T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:04:41.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity Gone Modern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Modern trends gone cold in years to follow,&lt;br /&gt;Teased hair and skin tight jeans no longer a fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Individuality lost within time,&lt;br /&gt;People choosing to be others,&lt;br /&gt;Who forgot who they were trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows who started all trends,&lt;br /&gt;But we all know a trend must end.&lt;br /&gt;So I must ask,&lt;br /&gt;Who really starts these trends?&lt;br /&gt;Like wearing converses,&lt;br /&gt;Owning everything in Holister,&lt;br /&gt;Or even just drinking a coke?&lt;br /&gt;We the world may knew once,&lt;br /&gt;But now we will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1311102824408382683?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1311102824408382683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1311102824408382683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1311102824408382683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1311102824408382683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/12/insanity-gone-modern.html' title='Insanity Gone Modern'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3460101961187405174</id><published>2009-11-27T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:55:33.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've never felt so hollow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So burnt out and desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing feels close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Like I can't even touch my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I could never describe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The pain I'm left with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now that he's left and gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can never began to try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To feel the urge to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's like he took it all with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Please my angel come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Give me back your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or atleast give back mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No matter how shattered or torn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need to weep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need to feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I need to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3460101961187405174?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3460101961187405174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3460101961187405174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3460101961187405174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3460101961187405174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/desperation.html' title='Desperation'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2709484058163550497</id><published>2009-11-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:53:03.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try To Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Think of me when your world is crashing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Think of how I'd hold you so tightly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Think of how, think of how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When everything's falling and it all hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Think of how we can always make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When you're just so young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just so young like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing can be fixed but somehow we manage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When love is all we know and falling is so painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now look back and try to remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Think of those times we can always treasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The love that we had that never could die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And how we'll never be able to say good bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2709484058163550497?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2709484058163550497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2709484058163550497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2709484058163550497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2709484058163550497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/try-to-remember-me.html' title='Try To Remember Me'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1073445183439045705</id><published>2009-11-23T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:24:55.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication To Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Small yet worth while price,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Killing my fear with every passing moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Losing myself ever so slowly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everything is clearer now that I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Leave nothing behind but take nothing with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All I need is in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Rest now, it's the rest of forever starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1073445183439045705?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1073445183439045705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1073445183439045705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1073445183439045705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1073445183439045705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication-to-perfection.html' title='Dedication To Perfection'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-414813303057175008</id><published>2009-11-18T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:24:30.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Unrequented Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stupid facets of the illicit truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Destroyed emotions by idiotic means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What's this world coming to when we seek to hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When all we do is try to oblitherate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I tell you what sir, I can tell you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The sake of survival,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Humanity will be put down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It matters not who is more kind hearted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or those with the greatest will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheap tricks and lies will always win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Never turn your back on someone you love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They're the first to strike with the knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Always rethink the words of the vixens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They can lure you in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheap promises and wasted words of fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My dear, I fear...you lost a while back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In this world I teach and I preach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I tell of your kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The ones with pretty words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Beautiful masks and worthless promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll rid the world of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will...destroy your kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good night,good bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I will hold my word forever true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-414813303057175008?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/414813303057175008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=414813303057175008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/414813303057175008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/414813303057175008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/unrequented-love.html' title='A Unrequented Love'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1618439211308480119</id><published>2009-11-18T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:30:45.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Undenyably Numb Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do you hear my pleas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can you hear the screams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I couldn't say you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The look you hold says innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My mind knows better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know your twisted wrong doings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your sick onslaught on society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You taste like venom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sickly bitter and numbing as you linger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Never a person to be easily left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're like the sweetest drug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The strongest high I could ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Such a pain to fool with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But such a thrill when I get the reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're nothing like I ever though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing like I ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're perfect in your own ways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yet deadly in the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We can never try you twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Once gets us hooked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Twice gets us buried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Buried deep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Six feet under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1618439211308480119?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1618439211308480119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1618439211308480119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1618439211308480119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1618439211308480119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/undenyably-numb-situation.html' title='A Undenyably Numb Situation'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4327832388112129735</id><published>2009-11-14T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:58:26.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Dominance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cold hands touch my back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Soft as velvet and pressure they lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The smell of flowers and cigarettes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Smoking Mary and popping Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The feel of freedom and the speed of sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The ease of music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The soft moistened ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What's this ecstasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm so blessed it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I feel this feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's so utterly profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wonder one thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One thing I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who gave me this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And where did they go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gratitude fills my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I must thank them for their part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They gave me life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They gave me you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh joy of joys dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;With you...yes I am complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4327832388112129735?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4327832388112129735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4327832388112129735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4327832388112129735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4327832388112129735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/incomplete-dominance.html' title='Incomplete Dominance'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5986363187015784715</id><published>2009-11-12T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:20:17.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Memoir Of  A Lost Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is it even possible to be heartless but loving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is it capable to be a lover but hateful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why does this world curse us the wicked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To walk alone and gain these weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What have I done to earn such hatred?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To shine my dark light and show no kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've not known a soul as dismantled as mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One that holds no grudges,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But can shout dislike so loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've never crossed a soul quite like mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Since I was born lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Scared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5986363187015784715?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5986363187015784715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5986363187015784715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5986363187015784715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5986363187015784715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/memoir-of-lost-child.html' title='The Memoir Of  A Lost Child'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5962232103271530018</id><published>2009-11-12T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:15:00.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty-thousand murders counted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Senseless words and false hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Little quirks and idiotic dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Useless thoughts and broken hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that kill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;The mind altered is a scary place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mentally abused in the worst ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I constantly misguide myself in twenty directions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Leading myself away from my ultimate selection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Truth hides behind my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;False hopes behind my lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I never stray far from the distraction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;But I never forget my main intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I have but one goal in my senseless life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Move on and away before this battle is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I've not won yet I've not been defeated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lord save my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm left here mistreated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5962232103271530018?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5962232103271530018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5962232103271530018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5962232103271530018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5962232103271530018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/fifty-thousand-murders-counted.html' title='Fifty-thousand murders counted'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6661703775867048540</id><published>2009-11-04T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:35:47.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Panduh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Davey saw Jade in a gay bar and made a poem about his thoughts on what he saw. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That huge masterpiece,&lt;br /&gt;So round and tight.&lt;br /&gt;How I'd love to fuck it once,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe all night.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could but see his face,&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;JADE GET OUTTA THIS PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6661703775867048540?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6661703775867048540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6661703775867048540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6661703775867048540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6661703775867048540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-panduh.html' title='For Panduh!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2137038445879616607</id><published>2009-11-04T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:34:04.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelby's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Twisting shapes of red and blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Flying skulls spattered in blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Signs of rebellion grace the walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Screams of agony fill the halls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The smoke clears and leaves sweet air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I left the house with not a care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The trees are changing,moving with haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is certainly not a day to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I see the sun as it rises his head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;His smile so warm and bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He is surely a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The road turns to water and the cars flow down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Down the stream that leads into town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I see the lights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The colors so vast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can see Father Time as he strolls right on past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This new world so vivid and clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There's not a sight old to see or a sound familar to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The signs of peace forever near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This my friend is where I'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;For now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Forever here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2137038445879616607?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2137038445879616607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2137038445879616607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2137038445879616607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2137038445879616607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/shelbys-poem.html' title='Shelby&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3746259963461691292</id><published>2009-11-04T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:26:05.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sharp suit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Black tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Money flying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;People die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Land of the free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You all laughed at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I told you once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I told you twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now you all are crying out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh savior, come back and help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We've lost our way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sam has let us slip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I call you out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I care no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope you all rot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're sure to be mourned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3746259963461691292?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3746259963461691292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3746259963461691292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3746259963461691292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3746259963461691292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/adams-poem.html' title='Adam&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8871805567160946860</id><published>2009-11-04T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:20:59.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecison,injustice...illformed life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Winds can howl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seas can rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It'll all end the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When the stars and heaven fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We cry the crimson tears of blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'll watch the forests burn to dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Our rivers will run until they are dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Our animals will be killed until not one is alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'll run the only ones we need away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Our torture is inscribed,permanent...it will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We've all but dug our grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8871805567160946860?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8871805567160946860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8871805567160946860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8871805567160946860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8871805567160946860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/indecisoninjusticeillformed-life.html' title='Indecison,injustice...illformed life.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3954432980634541490</id><published>2009-11-04T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:34:18.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Internal Reassurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your life is over in the blink of an eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sweet darkness shadows your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fear and anguish rip at your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You know it's coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's coming all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The sweat breaks as your tears do roll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're dying now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're slipping more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What can we do to save what's left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing aside from praying,oh praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We'll bow down on our knees and shout our wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That you won't die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's all too for gone now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I knew it was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That God you loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Never could save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3954432980634541490?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3954432980634541490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3954432980634541490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3954432980634541490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3954432980634541490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/11/internal-reassurance.html' title='An Internal Reassurance'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8282871910312757325</id><published>2009-10-24T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:02.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bloggity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I've come to realize I lay my heart out on the line a lot. Not like oh yeah I give my heart to guys I date, but to everyone in general.  All of my friends have my heart. I'm not a heartless whore who only saves it for some retarded guy who wouldn't appreciate it for over a month. No,I'm not that girl.  But I did give my heart to three guys...each completely destroyed it. Zach,we didn't start out as friends,well not straight out good  friends. We liked each other. I liked him...a lot. A lot more than he ever understood. And then when he dated Briana instead of me I was crushed. He's also hurt me a lot just as best friends. =/ But I still love him like my brother. I always will. Sam just...god you all know that. I was his summer bitch in 2008. He dated me for the summer,and everytime he's had a chance to date me during school it's just never happened. He's a bitch,enough said.  Timmy...well Timmy was the only guy I thought I could ever say I really am in love with him... To this day I still say I was in love with him...sadly I feel like I still am. =/ But if I am it doesn't mean I'm going to dare go back down that road of hurt like I did before.  He hurt me a good 50 times...he's not getting triple digits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But yeah...I needed to rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I should throw in there that this awesome kid named Skyelar makes me happy like a beast. Just saying just saying. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8282871910312757325?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8282871910312757325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8282871910312757325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8282871910312757325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8282871910312757325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-bloggity.html' title='Random Bloggity'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1694630527089268713</id><published>2009-10-15T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:17:10.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wh Don't You Tell Me Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As the stars do fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We swear we knew it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We were just so young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It had all just begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everything was brand new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And we didn't have a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But now we know,&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And going back is where we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We're still living in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Because nothing can ever last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;There's just one thing I would do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'd go back in time for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1694630527089268713?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1694630527089268713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1694630527089268713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1694630527089268713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1694630527089268713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/wh-dont-you-tell-me-why.html' title='Wh Don&apos;t You Tell Me Why'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2910770420382262413</id><published>2009-10-14T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:27:41.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Perish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Take your lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Take your fakeness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Take it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Take it and perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're trash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're lower than the worms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're scum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We need you no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We want you no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're filth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just perish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2910770420382262413?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2910770420382262413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2910770420382262413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2910770420382262413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2910770420382262413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-perish.html' title='Just Perish'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3724664023201054081</id><published>2009-10-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:43:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're burning down Neverland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today amazed my socks off. :) At first the morning seemed dull and gay,then Skyelar came up behind me,bear hugged me and just carried me away. Even though he was a dick and dropped me in front of a girl who had no clue who the fuck I was,it still made me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;And even though I sit in the front god damn row in Spanish now I can make jokes about Miss DeCarlo right in front of her, LULZ! And I got the best partner for book work evurrrr. Faithhhh. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3724664023201054081?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3724664023201054081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3724664023201054081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3724664023201054081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3724664023201054081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-burning-down-neverland.html' title='We&apos;re burning down Neverland.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4112670132482415786</id><published>2009-10-08T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:51:47.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An actual blog. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I've been thinking about things I actually want to happen.  Some are kinda oh wow that's normal,some are kinda what in the hell... but hey,it's what I want to happen. So here I goes.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really want to happen is one day while I'm so high I can't spell cat without swearing there's a q and a g in the word,I want to call my mom and yell in her ear as she comes home from work, "Bring me home some food BITCH!" and just hang up on her.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to go to a movie with my boyfriend and not be able to tell you what the name of the movie even was.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to school and have 30 people give me a high five for something I did at a party that I can't even remember, well up until the girl with her nose jammed with cotton runs past me scared out of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to kiss the love of my life in the fucking rain. That's just a given,lmao.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to meet Max Green and give him a heart felt hug. Then tell him that I'm not some crazed fan girl, that because of him and his attitude about my life&lt;br /&gt;I want the absolute most perfect relationship with my best friend,we hang out and act like speds together,he lets me fuckup and do his make up and hair,then he plays Halo 3 with me on Live and we pwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want somethings I may never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4112670132482415786?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4112670132482415786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4112670132482415786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4112670132482415786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4112670132482415786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/actual-blog.html' title='An actual blog. :)'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4870564738311468262</id><published>2009-10-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:12:30.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I fell in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Somewhere between being a brat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Complaining about his ex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trying to talk to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Somehow becoming his best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Even ending up as his girlfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And now to you I can say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It all fell apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But to look back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'd just take my best friend back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4870564738311468262?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4870564738311468262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4870564738311468262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4870564738311468262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4870564738311468262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-like-me.html' title='To Be Like Me'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8701950462290192223</id><published>2009-10-07T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:05:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Death Made Me Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Stab my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Slit my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Call me names,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Break my hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Do it now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's all but over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You showed me how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You've won this over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not to be blamed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your just being framed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now as you're dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And my life is thriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You'll tell me that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You want it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What we once had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who you once were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But as you die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your life is no longer true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8701950462290192223?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8701950462290192223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8701950462290192223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8701950462290192223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8701950462290192223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-death-made-me-care.html' title='If Death Made Me Care'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8668086407658853631</id><published>2009-10-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:18:21.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And To You I Say This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That ring is real big,&lt;br /&gt;Your face sure is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;That house of yours is old,&lt;br /&gt;And that car's pretty shitty.&lt;br /&gt;What's this say girl?&lt;br /&gt;What, you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I should tell you,&lt;br /&gt;That you're just a ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8668086407658853631?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8668086407658853631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8668086407658853631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8668086407658853631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8668086407658853631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-to-you-i-say-this.html' title='And To You I Say This...'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1495796561989884214</id><published>2009-10-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:05:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Where's the time going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why is my life fading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is how it ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll die alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll live another little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To be here for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as complicated as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;My life is far from over.&lt;br /&gt;But it's going too fast for me to watch.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hit rewind.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hit rewind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1495796561989884214?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1495796561989884214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1495796561989884214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1495796561989884214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1495796561989884214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-boy-blue.html' title='Little Boy Blue'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6383576778502266768</id><published>2009-10-05T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:03:29.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth...yeah the truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This isn't a poem,sorry I just ruined your life.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie - I give you everything I can give and you give me bipolar shit. I love you too,best god damn friend ever.&lt;br /&gt;Adam - You're one bipolar mother fucker. You give me this shitty attitude then change your mood,way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Shelby - You ignore me when MSN doesn't work and act like a fucktard at school? 2 thumbs way up.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia - You haven't fucked up yet, congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;Faith - You're real,I love you for that.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Josh - Best fucking friend. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;Gay Josh - You annoy the fuck out of me but I love you.&lt;br /&gt;James - Even though you live so far away, you still mean more to me than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;Skyelar - You're the best person to call or talk to when shit just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Timmy - We used to be best friends. I want that best friend thing back, we kinda suck at it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6383576778502266768?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6383576778502266768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6383576778502266768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6383576778502266768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6383576778502266768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/10/truthyeah-truth.html' title='The truth...yeah the truth.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5038768545446874344</id><published>2009-09-21T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:26:55.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Ready This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just because I don't talk doesn't mean I'm not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It doesn't mean I'm not listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It doesn't mean I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm not the best at showing emotion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You know my mind is deep like the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I show myself in more ways than one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Some just aren't understood once done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I guess I'm saying I'm not that bad a person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It just means our friendship can't worsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5038768545446874344?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5038768545446874344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5038768545446874344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5038768545446874344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5038768545446874344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-ready-this-time.html' title='I Am Ready This Time'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4483762252665233300</id><published>2009-09-19T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:29:38.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage 1: Filtering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First we take to emancipate,&lt;br /&gt;Then we lie to try a ply.&lt;br /&gt;What do you gain for bringing yourself shame?&lt;br /&gt;You're the who I wish to subdue.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to overcome what you try to have redone.&lt;br /&gt;We're no longer ones to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;I have your fate and I know it's what you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Your story sir, it's now a blur.&lt;br /&gt;You I filter in, truth I filter out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4483762252665233300?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4483762252665233300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4483762252665233300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4483762252665233300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4483762252665233300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/stage-1-filtering.html' title='Stage 1: Filtering'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3212538095437333268</id><published>2009-09-16T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:52:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Within Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;It's the work of the weak that brings us all down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Society cannot function by itself without a united strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Those who need to stand must stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;They must grow the strength within them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;They must prove they are truly strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Once they do such then society is at it's finest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;A strong hold and firm held front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;We function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;We live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3212538095437333268?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3212538095437333268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3212538095437333268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3212538095437333268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3212538095437333268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-within-us.html' title='It Is Within Us'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3089674296528359485</id><published>2009-09-15T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:52:02.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth In A Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dive into the abyss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have so much to risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So little left to hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This life is still left to mold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My heart is sinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This puzzle isn't linking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;These events are unreal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I don't know what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing is working,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My body keeps jerking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I must be dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;From all this conspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3089674296528359485?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3089674296528359485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3089674296528359485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3089674296528359485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3089674296528359485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth-in-bottle.html' title='Truth In A Bottle'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7439041269729506739</id><published>2009-09-15T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:40:34.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Unfinished Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I never stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's hard to drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This rushed feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Holds some meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It shows the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It's proud to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To keep in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm out of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have to hurry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or I'll face her fury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7439041269729506739?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7439041269729506739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7439041269729506739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7439041269729506739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7439041269729506739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-unfinished-homework.html' title='Ode To Unfinished Homework'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-709504901273406977</id><published>2009-09-12T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:12:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sublime And Always On Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I stopped the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I knew it was due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;The things he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;They never were true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I felt the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I allowed the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I held nothing back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I had nothing to gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I hold it all in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything I ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;But not after this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Betrayal is my hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I will not survive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;But I will live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;You will know my fury,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Because you are who I bury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-709504901273406977?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/709504901273406977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=709504901273406977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/709504901273406977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/709504901273406977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sublime-and-always-on-time.html' title='So Sublime And Always On Time'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2349065725973784309</id><published>2009-09-08T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:13:11.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought Never Left Unthought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;In the rain as the stars shine bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I see the northern window's light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;The moon is trickling down it's rays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;The wind is blowing to make our hairs play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;We stare deep into the night's sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Not a single question left to sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;We know our place and it's right here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;In thie place we cherish and hold so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2349065725973784309?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2349065725973784309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2349065725973784309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2349065725973784309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2349065725973784309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-never-left-unthought.html' title='A Thought Never Left Unthought'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4919732951453661930</id><published>2009-09-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:45:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Of Repition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The day has dawned and the light is breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can see the light shining in from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Into my eyes, so brightly into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe it's time now...maybe now is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Could I know forever hold true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can I now know what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is it really ever worth so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To have the long lasting and awaited touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No...I don't believe so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tonight I believe it will end the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You and her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I...alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4919732951453661930?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4919732951453661930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4919732951453661930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4919732951453661930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4919732951453661930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/night-of-repition.html' title='A Night Of Repition'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4342599353765229457</id><published>2009-09-05T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:23:48.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let yourself fade away from me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Walk out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Show up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Knock out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Get up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Get out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Look up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Try to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hold it in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let me in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Say your thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let me in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Before you fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4342599353765229457?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4342599353765229457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4342599353765229457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4342599353765229457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4342599353765229457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-let-yourself-fade-away-from-me.html' title='Don&apos;t let yourself fade away from me.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1604210014181116337</id><published>2009-09-01T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:24:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And at 3 in the morning I'll put this gun down down down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So life is going better. My life isn't sucking. I own [Prototype] and I play it constantly. Oh,and I realized how damn smart I am. ;) Zach's gonna be running for his moneyyy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1604210014181116337?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1604210014181116337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1604210014181116337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1604210014181116337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1604210014181116337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-at-3-in-morning-ill-put-this-gun.html' title='And at 3 in the morning I&apos;ll put this gun down down down.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7528840857591655722</id><published>2009-08-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:26:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FMLFMLFML!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hate him. I hate him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I hate him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He's in my thoughts,my dreams,my reality! GTFO! God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-7528840857591655722?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7528840857591655722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7528840857591655722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7528840857591655722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7528840857591655722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/08/fmlfmlfml.html' title='FMLFMLFML!!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5925994197323931248</id><published>2009-08-17T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:14:48.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you tell me I'm the fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Point me to the sky above,I can't get there on my own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to take me to heaven,and I found him.&lt;br /&gt;Or so I rediscovered him.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh my god, Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;That made me smile soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we found each other.&lt;br /&gt;You're the most amazing girl I know, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I even try to look for another girl.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try, I always think to myself that you are the only girl I can see in my future.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, you're the only girl I WANT in my future.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that you don't see me like most people do, as a man whore, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I date a lot because I know all the girls I date, its not how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl I'm meant to be with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I just know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I honestly don't think I can ever say that enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;33"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that isn't love and I'll slap you silly.&lt;br /&gt;Timmy,he is so mine forever.&lt;3&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/6677860344951476743-5925994197323931248?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5925994197323931248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5925994197323931248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5925994197323931248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5925994197323931248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-you-tell-me-im-fool.html' title='And you tell me I&apos;m the fool.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6975007595377429503</id><published>2009-07-30T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:49:48.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity bloggity bloggity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever sat there looking at your ex's profile,read about this girl/boy they love so much and then go to said girl/boy's profile and read what they wrote about your ex? I know I have,I still do. And the thoughts that run through my head everytime are...I loved him first,I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; him first.  And then...for when you can honestly say...I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still have&lt;/span&gt; him...it just tears my heart out. I feel like everytime he looks at me,smiles at me,talks to me...my heart breaks a little bit more.  It just kills me to know the one I love and the one I cherish still loves me,but doesn't want me now.  I just hate how much I love him. I hate how much I care for him,I hate how much he means to me. And I hate the fact that he loves me too. I just want to leave and never look back.  Go off into the sun and never be seen again. One day I will do just that. One day I will leave him behind in this town,and maybe one day I will come back...to just see how he is. But I won't come back for him. I'll come back to see old friends,visit old places and see how everyone is. But until that day...I guess I'll just have to hurt,to cry,to love and to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6975007595377429503?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6975007595377429503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6975007595377429503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6975007595377429503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6975007595377429503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloggity-bloggity-bloggity.html' title='Bloggity bloggity bloggity'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8229381045558290779</id><published>2009-07-28T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:16:10.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So lock and load...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why does he do this to me? I mean god damn,seriously? Why does he put me through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; hell and say he cares about me? Why does he say I'm THE girl and I'm the one he wants for the rest of his life...but then say we should date around until we're mature? I understand what he's getting at,but dating around for him is easy. He can stand seeing me being man handled by guys,but I cannot stand seeing him all over another girl. And it's so damned frustrating. I love him more than anything in this world...but he can't fathom how irritating it is to say nah I love this guy and I wanna be with him,while he does the same with another girl. I can't do it much longer before I say fuck it and stop waiting. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8229381045558290779?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8229381045558290779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8229381045558290779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8229381045558290779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8229381045558290779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-lock-and-load.html' title='So lock and load...'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4034034094345782116</id><published>2009-07-25T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:43:08.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of all the damn things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had to let myself...yet again fall back into an old habit.  I want to move on,I want to get over him,I want myself back. But I can't have that...as long as we stay friends. I just wish...I'd never fell in love with him like I did. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4034034094345782116?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4034034094345782116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4034034094345782116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4034034094345782116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4034034094345782116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-all-damn-things.html' title='Of all the damn things.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8076053687696763613</id><published>2009-07-11T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:32:40.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Starting last night I told everyone for a week starting to day,I'm on break.  I'm distancing myself from people who ignore me so I can see who will crack under pressure and talk to ME first for once,just so they can feel like I do everyday when I think I'm annoying them.  I'm just sick of this and I need a release and I am damned well determined to get it.  My rules are not starting a conversation with anyone,including my own parents. I refuse to be an idiot,and this week will end my long streak of depression,bipolar moods and making myself sick. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZeliTheRipper&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8076053687696763613?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8076053687696763613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8076053687696763613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8076053687696763613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8076053687696763613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-break.html' title='My break'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4127608878140372850</id><published>2009-06-24T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:22:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical non-conformist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so bored. :D Summer is slow,but btw I will not post a lot at all on here,I have no real reason to,I can't bitch about much or say m uch. But...I LIKE PANCAKES! Haha,woo! I dunno. I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4127608878140372850?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4127608878140372850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4127608878140372850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4127608878140372850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4127608878140372850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/06/typical-non-conformist.html' title='Typical non-conformist'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8691835738169124871</id><published>2009-06-02T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:48:17.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play a love game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Summer sucks so far,I'm not gonna lie.  I want to do so much more than what I have been,starting with spending time wiht my friends.  I wanna hang with Adam and Zach more,but ti seems nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single,but apparently a lot of guys like me...so I dunno.  I'm gonna just wait around I guess,until one of  them grows balls and asks me out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZeliTheRipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8691835738169124871?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8691835738169124871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8691835738169124871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8691835738169124871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8691835738169124871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-play-love-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play a love game.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-785206082218014633</id><published>2009-05-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:53:02.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ya know,I sat there thinking for the longest time Timmy was the only guy for me,well fuck that.  He never changed and he never will.  It's all about him him him and no one else.  He can go die for all I care,I'm tired of being his fall back.  Never again will I fall for his shit.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZeliTheRipper&lt;br /&gt;And the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-785206082218014633?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/785206082218014633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=785206082218014633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/785206082218014633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/785206082218014633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/05/fuck-love.html' title='Fuck love.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5163763104919614392</id><published>2009-05-21T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:41:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I feel,how I feel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is entirely for Timmy,and about Timmy.&lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,from the very very very tiny pin pointed start,I'm going to say in not a billion words that all fancy and pretty,I love you.  Simple as that,I love you.  I don't need thirty five billion words in 35 different languages to sum up how I feel about you,I only need those 3.  I-love-you.  Simple,but they get the point across,right?&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's established...I guess I should say exactly why I loved you.  Well for starters,you are the most amazing guy I have ever met in my 15 and a half years on this planet.  I don't think I could ever meet a guy who could make me half as happy as you do on a daily basis.  I really don't want to either,because you are the only guy I want,for the rest of my life I hope.  Besides the fact that you are amazing beyond all belief,you're seriously the only guy who can make me feel 100% better about myself.  Anyone can say,"Elizabeth,you're beautiful." but when you do,I feel that way.  I never did before,but now when I hear you say it...I can actually believe it.  And I know when you say it,you don't just mean my face is pretty...but you think I'm beautiful inside too.  Well...atleast I hope you do,:P &lt;br /&gt;There is not one person on this planet who could change my opnion about you,no one but you.  And I doubt even you could.  They can say you're terrible,you're cruel,they can say anything in the world,but I know you the way I see you.  And that's all that matters to me.  So I hope you won't let other people cloud your judgement about me,because you really are the only person who sees the 100% real me.  I can't hide anything from you,lie to you,or anything like that.  It would kill me to,plus I don't want to have to hide anything from you,ever.&lt;br /&gt;Timmy I really and truly do love you with all of my heart.  It's never going to change because you are all I want for positive in my life until I die.  I really hope you feel the same about me,because I've gone far past fallen in love with you and I'm probably in way too deep now to think about getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(timmy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-5163763104919614392?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5163763104919614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5163763104919614392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5163763104919614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5163763104919614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-how-i-feelhow-i-feel.html' title='Oh how I feel,how I feel!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-522542372750063547</id><published>2009-05-16T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:56:56.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m in love with the dark horizon, I`m in love with madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So today I went and saw that gay and stupid Star Trek movie with Timmy,Adam,and Lucas.  It seriously was the dumbest movie I have ever seen in my entire life.  Timmy will go see Angels &amp;amp; Demons with me next time we go to the movies,since I said I'd watch that piece of shit with him.  But anyway,it was still a pretty fun day.  Some old fat guy told us to stop having conversations and watch the movies.  I was like...bitch...go lose some weight,then talk to me,lmao.  But yeah,he was dumb and he should have moved if we bothered him.  We had as much right to talk as he did to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Timmy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-522542372750063547?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/522542372750063547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=522542372750063547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/522542372750063547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/522542372750063547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-in-love-with-dark-horizon-im-in-love.html' title='I`m in love with the dark horizon, I`m in love with madness.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7144012279414084108</id><published>2009-05-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:05:15.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So break me down if it makes you feel right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was slightly gay,but I think it ended nicely. Timmy was pissy all day,shockingly he didn't take it out on me,lol. Most guys take it out on me,but he DIDN'T! So yeah,woo! I have to work tomorrow night,so I won't get to hang out with him like I had hoped,but that's okay I guess. We can hang out Saturday at the movies. I really hope he can do that,cuz it'd be pretty damn amazing if he can.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Timmy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7144012279414084108?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7144012279414084108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7144012279414084108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7144012279414084108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7144012279414084108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-break-me-down-if-it-makes-you-feel.html' title='So break me down if it makes you feel right.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2762158535389178281</id><published>2009-05-12T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:35:39.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha,:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Damn good thing happened yesterday,I broke up with Sean,and...got Timmy back!He is the best thing that has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;happened to me back,so life is great. I don't regret dating Sean,but I regret letting him cloud my judgment on Timmy,cuz he is so not a bad guy,in fact he's the best. And he's mine yet again,so I'm happy. Blah,here's some mush for you to whine over,=P&lt;br /&gt;So,Timmy is the only guy I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; let call me babe,or baby,just because when he does it it's so damn cute! I mean,it gives me butterflies,chills,just every feeling possibly. When he looks at me,I have to hold back a smile because he just makes me giddy as hell. When he hugs me,I feel like I'm safe from everything,and nothing or no one can take him from me,ever. I won't let them either,I'll choke them first.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,I'm done,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(timmy!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2762158535389178281?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2762158535389178281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2762158535389178281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2762158535389178281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2762158535389178281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha.html' title='Ha,:)'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3884512039130444809</id><published>2009-05-04T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:02:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There exists a star above that always steals my stare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay,so I'm just updating stuff right here since I haven't posted for a few days. I'm right now preparing to go to bed and sleep some before a totally uneventful Tuesday of testing,which I won't even be testing.  I'll be bullshitting.  So I'm still with Sean,thank god. I love him way too much to let him go,:D  I don't want too many people reading this...but I swear if we make it through high school I want to marry that boy...but if we don't,Max Green,you will live &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my pants&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got that? Yeah,that's right.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(sean)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-3884512039130444809?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3884512039130444809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3884512039130444809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3884512039130444809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3884512039130444809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-exists-star-above-that-always.html' title='There exists a star above that always steals my stare.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8979303022813043619</id><published>2009-04-28T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:16:37.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're everything to me!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As of today,at about,eh...8:30,Sean and I have been together one whole month! -claps- I know,it shocked me too that I finally lasted in a relationship a month this year.  I wanna aim for two now! :D Cuz then I'd piss my pants from happiness.  I get to see him tomorrow night so we can be together and celebrate the month,which should be amazing...well it better be or I'll be pissed &gt;.&lt; Oh well,let's go fuck! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8979303022813043619?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8979303022813043619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8979303022813043619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8979303022813043619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8979303022813043619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-everything-to-me3.html' title='You&apos;re everything to me!&lt;3'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7283625664302558715</id><published>2009-04-27T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:04:03.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the sea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One month with Sean tomorrow! It's so amazing,yes it is! And I'm extremely happy about it too,cuz he's amazing and now I have the hiccups...damn. I don't care,I'm happy.This is going to be short because I don't feel like typing much,I have a lazy complex today,xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7283625664302558715?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7283625664302558715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7283625664302558715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7283625664302558715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7283625664302558715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-sea.html' title='Under the sea!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1725634600688043891</id><published>2009-04-25T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:44:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, God, she's really done it now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Today was pretty average. I cleaned the dude's house,went to town and got a new straightener.  then came home and just sat around.  We just cooked a hash brown casserole and I hope it's good,well it better be or I'll be pissed off.  I am really hungry though...I haven't eaten since we ate at Arby's today.  I can't wait to go to work tomorrow,I'll have cash to spend on going to shows.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1725634600688043891?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1725634600688043891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1725634600688043891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1725634600688043891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1725634600688043891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-god-shes-really-done-it-now.html' title='Oh God, God, she&apos;s really done it now.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8288064664419030571</id><published>2009-04-24T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:35:43.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight was the best night ever in the history of forever!  I saw the best band to surface out of redneck land and I got to drink two straight energy drinks.  I am in love with Monsters now. I want one as we speak,they taste amazing!  I also saw Sean and it upsets me greatly because he takes everything so seriously and freaks over the smallest things.  It's annoying. :/ But it's whatever I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8288064664419030571?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8288064664419030571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8288064664419030571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8288064664419030571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8288064664419030571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-still-hear-your-voice-when-you-sleep.html' title='I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me...'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-9094714767533049394</id><published>2009-04-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:54:11.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is a ranting blog, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I come to realized I really hate when people say,"Oh,you two are suck a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cute&lt;/span&gt; couple." Uhm,couldn't you something other than that? Like,say you two look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; together? I'd rather know I look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; with Sean than I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; with him. It seems a lot better,in my opinion. But hey,it's whatever I guess.lol.I can't really make you change your opinion,but it's what I'd prefer...so say that next time,mmmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-9094714767533049394?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/9094714767533049394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=9094714767533049394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/9094714767533049394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/9094714767533049394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-fuck.html' title='WHAT THE FUCK!!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6914581944654051417</id><published>2009-04-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:02:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some say love is not for sinners.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tonight was amazing, per usual when I'm with Sean.  I can't wait until our one month, I seriously can't. It'll be my first relationship to last over a month this school year.  It makes me feel all happy and exctied inside lol.  Well I don't really have much to say tonight. I guess I'm just tired. Well, I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6914581944654051417?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6914581944654051417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6914581944654051417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6914581944654051417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6914581944654051417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-say-love-is-not-for-sinners.html' title='Some say love is not for sinners.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6170124998795209519</id><published>2009-04-21T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:45:00.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the deal with this pop life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was alright. I missed Sean, here and there.  I have these unnatural and weird feelings going on in me.  I don't even know what's going on.  I'd explain further, but I don't know who all reads my blog.  I just know I'm confused and I don't like it.  I need some therapy.  I really miss dad right now, I'm so used to him being here to bug me all night, but being home alone ends up making me crazy, almost literally. I can't really do much except cook and do stuff like this all night and it gets annoying.  Bleh, I dunno, I'm just gonna stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6170124998795209519?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6170124998795209519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6170124998795209519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6170124998795209519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6170124998795209519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-deal-with-this-pop-life.html' title='What&apos;s the deal with this pop life?'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4671129779574359715</id><published>2009-04-20T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:14:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean damn, what's not to adore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was pretty rad, shockingly lol.  I cooked muffins, which I hated.  They tasted okay, but my group was just a huge group of BITCHES.  Talking about how uncomfortable condoms were? I mean seriously...idiots...oh well.  I love NeverShoutNever, they are amazing!  I like this song called Trouble, it's how my friend Zach feels about Miss Shelby, 100% true, except the not having her part, since he has her.  Lol.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4671129779574359715?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4671129779574359715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4671129779574359715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4671129779574359715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4671129779574359715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-mean-damn-whats-not-to-adore.html' title='I mean damn, what&apos;s not to adore?'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2556692065138144178</id><published>2009-04-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:12:11.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shate it shake it like that girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is the infamous slow Sunday.  I'm home with dad all day and we've done nothing so far.  I can't wait till tomorrow. I get to cook blueberry muffins, I'd prefer biscuits but the three dumb whores in my group have to be so god damn picky.  A biscuit is something we'd all eat and not bitch about, but they just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to make muffins.  I fucking hate them all, especially Stephanie...her and her god damned loud mouth.  Fucking whore, she needs to stop lying and get the fuck over herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2556692065138144178?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2556692065138144178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2556692065138144178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2556692065138144178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2556692065138144178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/shate-it-shake-it-like-that-girl.html' title='Shate it shake it like that girl.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5628231314374411096</id><published>2009-04-18T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:41:24.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like China,but China likes me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I went and saw Sean at the movies with Adam and his friend Hunter again.  It was pretty much amazing.  I had so much fun with Sean, you don't even know.  I had my hair all nice and upity, my friend's skirt and I looked decent.  We watched Dragonball Evolution...well Adam and Hunter did, Sean and I were uh, distracted. ;)  Until Adam opened his mouth. Stupid dough head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5628231314374411096?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5628231314374411096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5628231314374411096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5628231314374411096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5628231314374411096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-like-chinabut-china-likes-me.html' title='I don&apos;t like China,but China likes me!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7980016379094582239</id><published>2009-04-17T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:04:39.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to be delicate and crash right into it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nobody's perfect, you live and you learn it! Hannah Montana is one of my new music fetishes.  So if you say I'm going with trends, I will sincerely fuck you up.  You're just full of yourself you stupid bitch.  ^_^  I also would like to say, EVERYONE NEEDS TO JUST GET THE FUCK OVER THEMSELVES AND STOP BEING WHINY LITTLE EMO FUCKS.  Mmmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7980016379094582239?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7980016379094582239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7980016379094582239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7980016379094582239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7980016379094582239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-try-to-be-delicate-and-crash-right.html' title='I try to be delicate and crash right into it.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3196090797543648830</id><published>2009-04-15T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:12:47.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And tonight will be the night that I will fall for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahh!♥♥♥!!! Tonight was the most amazing night of my entire life!!! Hanging with Sean was so amazing...all night we'd just...oh my god I can't even describe how amazing it was.  I just know I love him so much and tonight was the best ever.  I swear I'm in love with him, if I am then this is the most amazing feeling ever and it is by far the best i have felt in a long...long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33(Sean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3196090797543648830?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3196090797543648830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3196090797543648830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3196090797543648830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3196090797543648830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-tonight-will-be-night-that-i-will.html' title='And tonight will be the night that I will fall for you...'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-697462148376835673</id><published>2009-04-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:59:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into a place where thoughts can bloom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lalala, I don't know.  Today is a rambling post I do suppose.  I'm just going to say whatever pops into my head.  I gave Timmy a piece of pie, the fork he ate it with was used to scratch Michael's balls and ass, he still ate with it knowing that's what it'd been used for...freak.  Oh well.  I got on and Sean was on, messaged him and he got off.  My thoughts were...DICK.  Made me so mad...again...oh well.  I get to see him tomorrow night so I'm just fine with that xD  I get's to hug him, and kiss him, and just be around him.  That makes everything better, much much better.  For me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-697462148376835673?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/697462148376835673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=697462148376835673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/697462148376835673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/697462148376835673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/into-place-where-thoughts-can-bloom.html' title='Into a place where thoughts can bloom...'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3356104793107051273</id><published>2009-04-13T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:55:48.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream, till you feel it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bonding with Timmy, seeing Shelby look like a zombie, eating breakfast for lunch?! WHAT THE HELL IS UP?!  Yeah, my day is fucking weird.  I miss Sean, my blackberry is boring and I want some damn fudge, not really...but I want something tastey.  Hopefully tomorrow has better food and better moods.  My make up is shitty, my hair is wet and I miss my fucking zune and its in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I NEED HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3356104793107051273?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3356104793107051273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3356104793107051273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3356104793107051273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3356104793107051273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/scream-till-you-feel-it.html' title='Scream, till you feel it!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-2297441937453245731</id><published>2009-04-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:35:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz it's nine in the afternoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So today I went to eat in London, Shiloh's. n.n I had crab legs, salad and some nice rolls.  I want to make honey butter now, thanks a fucking lot Shiloh!  Well Sean called, and we're good now.  Atleast he cares to call and clear things up unlike other guys.  I really an getting tired of idiots lying to me and trying to break me and him up...it's getting annoying...but oh well.  Wednesday I shall see my babe again! :D  I fucking love him so much, I swear.  Well for today I will do nothing, as usual.  I really need to do this science homework, but I don't know what to do...so I'll wing it.  Ah well, toodles. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-2297441937453245731?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/2297441937453245731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=2297441937453245731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2297441937453245731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/2297441937453245731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuz-its-nine-in-afternoon.html' title='Cuz it&apos;s nine in the afternoon!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-9064451223688152499</id><published>2009-04-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:02:52.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See the colors of the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was fairly gay and fairly awesome.  I did go see the Hannah Montana movie, but not with Sean like I'd hoped.  Next time we talk he's getting an earful, stupid dough head.  Oh well.  I still had fun with Adam there lol.  He wind milled so much and so did Lucas and Michael.  After the movie went off Pam and I dirty danced to the credit music.  We started a mosh pit and all kinds of crazy stuff.  Over all it was pretty rad.  I would have enjoyed it times more if Sean had been there. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-9064451223688152499?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/9064451223688152499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=9064451223688152499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/9064451223688152499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/9064451223688152499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-colors-of-rainbow.html' title='See the colors of the rainbow.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5066954398643519172</id><published>2009-04-09T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:17:05.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be the girl who laughs the loudest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got to talk to Sean today!! Made my day amazing lol.  I haven't talked to him on the computer or phone since Saturday, but I got to see him last night, but it still made me super giddy and happy.  I swear I love that boy more than anything xD Oh well, on with my day.  It started out where I was really bitchy, got happy and then I was decent to Timmy.  But oh my god, fucking...girl I will not name...well girls, have been bugging the living shit out of me.  Talking all the time, hitting me and acting like it'll kill them if I don't listen to them for five seconds.  it is getting on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerves&lt;/span&gt;.  But anyway, I got home, logged in, around 7 or 8, Sean logged in and I was doped up I swear.  I kept laughing and acting stupid.  Everytime he says I love you or I miss you, I swear my heart beats faster and my eyes sparkle or some shit.  But hey, young love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the best, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5066954398643519172?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5066954398643519172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5066954398643519172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5066954398643519172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5066954398643519172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-be-girl-who-laughs.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be the girl who laughs the loudest.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-6233537179026522188</id><published>2009-04-08T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:27:17.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let it fool you about what's inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was by far interesting, Michael is intent on sticking a bottle in my butt and apparently Timmy is going to help, like hell he is.  Hopefully I do get to go to church because I really really really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to see Sean tonight.  It's been like 4 or 5 days and I can't stand it!  it absolutely sucks balls.  I mean when I dated Aaron I never saw him and I do mean never and we dated for like 3 weeks.  Pretty gay huh?  I know.  I won't let this be like that, I will see him atleast once, maybe twice a week.  Hopefully more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-6233537179026522188?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/6233537179026522188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=6233537179026522188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6233537179026522188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/6233537179026522188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-let-it-fool-you-about-whats-inside.html' title='Don&apos;t let it fool you about what&apos;s inside.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-682468071022034969</id><published>2009-04-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:12:05.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No one knows how I feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was just a severely blah day.  I flicked Michael so now I'm waiting for him to shove that two liter pop bottle up my ass sideways, which is going to happen at church of all places. And he thinks he's going to actually do it...-_- Good luck buddy.  I have a new morning routine, I walk Sam to his locker and we walk to the library together...yeah, I'm asking to get struck by lightening.  In all honesty, I'm not cheating on Sean, cuz Sam and I don't do anything that would mean more than friends...but it sure as hell feels like it.  Ah, oh well.  This will all blow over soon I do hope.  I would like my life to range in the normal section for a couple of months from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-682468071022034969?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/682468071022034969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=682468071022034969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/682468071022034969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/682468071022034969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-one-knows-how-i-feel.html' title='No one knows how I feel.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5847664738455774661</id><published>2009-04-06T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:23:32.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stay on your morphine cuz it's making me itch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahem, 'scuse me, can I say one thing, real quick here?  *coughs to clear throat properly* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you nosy little cunt fucks please shut the hell up and stay the hell out of my business!&lt;/span&gt;  Thanks, I feel better now.  And to explain that, let me go into a short, yet detailed explaination.  Today I had someone bug me about Sean cheating on me, for the third possible time this last week or two, to verify how I feel, I don't believe them.  I am doing this whole benefit of the doubt thing, hoping it works for me.  If not, then it's Sean's loss not mine.  Everyone who has been with me knows I am too much to lose, so if they lost me, they must suck royally.  If I give you a second chance, which I gave Sean, then you must have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; meaning to me.  So be grateful, cuz I must really like you. :)  I more than like Sean, I love him...I really do and this shit is driving me crazy, so please stop. Let me deal with my problems instead of having you guys do it for me.  Much thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5847664738455774661?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5847664738455774661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5847664738455774661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5847664738455774661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5847664738455774661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-stay-on-your-morphine-cuz-its.html' title='I can&apos;t stay on your morphine cuz it&apos;s making me itch.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-437144588726664554</id><published>2009-04-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:29:16.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Send Me On My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't you just hate that undoubtly horrible feeling you have while you wait for the person you absolutely adore the most to get their ass online? I know I do.  I can't stand waiting for Sean to log in just once a damn day.  I miss him all the time, I can't wait to see him when i know we're supposed to hang out at some point or sometime.  i hate it more when we can hang out and his fag friends make him ignore me, like fucking Timmy.  I know what church will be like Wenesday and I can already tell you Timmy will fucking fail.  I always win when it comes to Sean. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-437144588726664554?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/437144588726664554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=437144588726664554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/437144588726664554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/437144588726664554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/send-me-on-my-way.html' title='Send Me On My Way'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-9110053218738382649</id><published>2009-04-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:25:12.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love was easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to the movies with my friend Adam, his friend Jordan and Sean. :D Best day ever!! Sean amazed me, he was doing exactly what my perfect guy would do. Hold me, make me laugh, and kiss me right when I wanted to be.  So I think I'm going to keep him around for as long as ever lovingly possible.  Sam is being a dick about me saying I love Sean, but he has no room to talk. He loved me after about 2 days, so he's a dumbass.  Oh well.  Life is amazing, so is Sean! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-9110053218738382649?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/9110053218738382649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=9110053218738382649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/9110053218738382649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/9110053218738382649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-was-easy.html' title='Love was easy!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4605210761778547552</id><published>2009-04-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:26:21.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like A Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is going to be another lazy day.  I'm making my Saturday night plans, which will involve Sean and a movie.  Sounds better than dinner and a movie if you ask me lol.  I hope he doesn't try to make me go see that stupid Connecticut haunting piece of shit movie.  I'd stab myself before I even considered going to see it.  I will gladly see anything but THAT.  I hate with a bloody passion any and all horror movies.  I want to shockingly...go see the Hannah Montana movie, just to see how cliche it is.  I mean come on, famous pop star chooses fame over a pig farm, with what else of couse, ROMANCE.  Piece of shit and typical for a Hannah Montana project.  I'd rather hang with her dad for 12 hours playing with pigs in the pig hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-4605210761778547552?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4605210761778547552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4605210761778547552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4605210761778547552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4605210761778547552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-like-pill.html' title='Just Like A Pill'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3311231374857127473</id><published>2009-04-02T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:30:59.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suga suga how you get so fly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So today was my lazy day.  Monday should have been, but I was out and about way too much for that to be lazy.  So today I mainly lounged around and did nothing.  So far I've watched Happily Never After, amazing movie by the way :D, and I'm watching Super Size Me, which I am loving so far as well.  Tomorrow should be another lazy day, just a tad bit more active.  Then Saturday I'll go clean that guys house, get my money and hopefully go to the movies then.  If not I'll go to the dollar store and get ten dollars to put on my phone, who knows which I'll do.  Right now I'm feeling extra giggly and happy, no clue why.  I can't wait to see Sean, just got that happy go lucky love struck girl feeling going on right now.  Who knows how long that's going to last.  Ahh, well I think I'm done for now.  Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3311231374857127473?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3311231374857127473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3311231374857127473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3311231374857127473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3311231374857127473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/suga-suga-how-you-get-so-fly.html' title='Suga suga how you get so fly?'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-3510725436179564435</id><published>2009-04-01T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:52:16.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got some popcicles in the freezer...mmmmmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I was hoping to go to the mall with Adam, Sean and Stephanie, but it didn't work out too well. I really miss Sean, like...more than anything. =/ It feels weird to say this, since I usually make fun of people who say this, but I feel so much better about Sean than I did anyone I ever dated.  I feel sure of him, like I can actually count on him.  He's treating me better, he actually cares about me and he's not rushing me or anything.  It's like we're in our own little world going at our own pace and I absolutely love it.  I can't wait to see him again, hopefully Saturday. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-3510725436179564435?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/3510725436179564435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=3510725436179564435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3510725436179564435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/3510725436179564435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-some-popcicles-in-freezermmmmmmmm.html' title='I got some popcicles in the freezer...mmmmmmmm...'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7002188652098427944</id><published>2009-03-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:04:32.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's the craziest thing you've done lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day two in this week of spring break. ^_^ Today should involve going to eat and hanging with Adam at the local redneck super store, Wal-Mart! Which reminds me, Lydia and I have plans to make our own redneck only super store.  Honkies - R - Us! Where you can go and get thirty different kinds of beers, free shot gun cleanings and get married in the back by a guy who is dressed up like Johnny Cash.  Sounds like heaven on earth doesn't it? I hope to see you all there when we have this lovely little piece of heaven set up and running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7002188652098427944?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7002188652098427944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7002188652098427944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7002188652098427944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7002188652098427944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-whats-craziest-thing-youve-done.html' title='So what&apos;s the craziest thing you&apos;ve done lately?'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8985169806146560286</id><published>2009-03-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:34:19.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It is officially the first Monday of Spring Break.  I am going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; to post a blog each day until Sunday, but I can't make any promises.  Today is going to be just me in and out doing whatever I can.  Tomorrow will hopefully be a bit warmer than today and I can get dad out and on the lake so we can fish and such.  Wednesday, well I'll think of something to replace church ^_^.  I'd like to do the movies this weekend, or find some show to go to.  I can't wait for April 24th! 25 days now baby.  My favorite band from around here is going to be playing at Wise Guy's, LAST SECOND OF (fucking) SILENCE!!! =D  Should be e-e-e-epic!!! And hopefully I won't have to sit by dough head while he makes out with his new girlfriend, who looks like his sister &gt;XP.  Instead it should be Sean =] instead.  That kid is more amazing, and he's my boyfriend now. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to end this now, lol.  Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-8985169806146560286?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8985169806146560286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8985169806146560286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8985169806146560286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8985169806146560286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-162413715082093744</id><published>2009-03-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:51:28.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School suh-cks. I hate it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay not really but still, xD.  I love the mornings and lunch now so AMAZINGLY much. =]  Not gonna say why though.  That's business for later.  But at lunch today, Lydia and I were flipping through her Psycology book, when we found psychosexual.  She said it means you don't want to have sex or something like that, later on the bus I told Mark, who was there when we saw it, no wonder they called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pyscho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sexual.  I mean seriously, you doesn't want to have sex or sexual activites.  It's amazing xD. Oh and as a newly created atheist, I have my own personal saying.  I say fuck Christianity and fuck my virginity!  Don't like, don't care. =P&lt;br /&gt;Too-dels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-162413715082093744?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/162413715082093744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=162413715082093744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/162413715082093744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/162413715082093744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/school-suh-cks-i-hate-it.html' title='School suh-cks. I hate it.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5259035355882796508</id><published>2009-03-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:44:55.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've recently stopped believing in the so called higher being, seems utterly stupid if you ask me.  But I do go to this church, why you ask? No fucking clue. I have to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to do to unbore myself on these slow and stupid school nights.  Oh, and, I likves me some new boysss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zeli =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-5259035355882796508?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5259035355882796508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5259035355882796508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5259035355882796508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5259035355882796508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1134795409691431654</id><published>2009-03-24T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:17:29.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me and the dough head broke up Saturday night. Sucks for him cuz I like his best friend, the guy he hates nearly the most, an old crush and one of his other best friends.  Sucks worse, I could easily get three out of the four.  Think I will too. Cuz his best friends, is hot and they're nice guys. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-1134795409691431654?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1134795409691431654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1134795409691431654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1134795409691431654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1134795409691431654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yeah.html' title='So yeah'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-8543195691115778871</id><published>2009-03-20T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:28:32.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bleh. I feel like poopy.  Everyone is so depressing it seems. The only person who can make me happy by just being near me anymore is Timmy. When he's not around I seem to just go down hill and get messed up and sad. I need a quick fix for this. No drugs. I refuse. I need a good, easy distraction. I think I'll take up ballet...or professional cake eating. They sound like fun.  Hmm, I wanna hang with Timmy...I miss him a lot right now. Well, I want to hang out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; him and not his friends. So Josh, Michael, everyone else, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me spend some time with my boyfriend alone.&lt;/span&gt; You guys are seriously starting to piss me off. Everytime I get around him and think oh yeah, finally I get to talk to him, here comes one of you freaks and ruin it all for me. So thanks.  Back off now. I want like five minutes with him sometime. Soon preferably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-8543195691115778871?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/8543195691115778871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=8543195691115778871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8543195691115778871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/8543195691115778871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-wrong.html' title='It&apos;s so wrong.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-7493335008227268515</id><published>2009-03-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:47:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll knock you out and buy you a ticket for that ghost train.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If it isn't obvious, then I'll make it obvious. Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so tired of you whiny cock munches bitching about how sad your life it is. People have sadder lives. Suck it up and get over it.  If you're all emo and bitchy because Tommy left you, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hen too bloody effing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bad.  He obviously didn't care for you that much and it would never have worked out in the first place.  And you people who try to screw your boyfriend/girlfriend because you're "in love" need to be spooned fiercely with a spork.  I would love to see you actually be in love when you say this, otherwise you're half crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I might sound hypocritical by posting this, but I'm not doing any of what I said up there, am I?  I've been dumped and I just shrugged and moved on. And I certainly wouldn't fuck a guy even if we were in love. That's a marriage thing, keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I love you Timmy. This is to let you know you're always on my mind babe. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6677860344951476743-7493335008227268515?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/7493335008227268515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=7493335008227268515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7493335008227268515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/7493335008227268515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-knock-you-out-and-buy-you-ticket.html' title='I&apos;ll knock you out and buy you a ticket for that ghost train.'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-5772057497121892656</id><published>2009-03-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:31:27.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Karma D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know what you might be thinking, oh no oh no oh no! Did Timmy and her break up, considering my blog title seems so upset, let's see...hmm..no. We're still together and stronger than ever might I add.  Okay, I'll make this a my life that's not revolved around Timmy blog, after I scream I AM IN LOVE WITH TIMMYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm good.  So for the last week or two life's been pretty great.  Zach and I are friends again, not the best but we'll manage.  Lydia and I are closer. I'm getting good grades in Math and Science =D Oh, did I mention I have a new friend! Mr. Lucas! He's pretty darn rad. Even if he tries to get in my pants ;)  Let's see, what else...I have a twitter now. www.twitter.com/ZetaZeli  Go follow me! I'll follow you back I do suppose.  Hmm, I'm wanting to go see the new Madea movie, it seems pretty great. I already saw Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. Best ever! I'll go see it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's it for now. Toodles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S...I LOVE TIMMY!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-5772057497121892656?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/5772057497121892656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=5772057497121892656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5772057497121892656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/5772057497121892656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/instant-karma-d.html' title='Instant Karma D:'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-1075517426306895916</id><published>2009-03-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:58:12.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This feeling makes my heart beat faster and my head spin faster.&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Timmy, I can't believe how happy you have made me in the little time we've been together.  We love each other so much and it feels wrong to even imagine myself with anyone but you. You are the reason my heart speeds up in the mornings and the reason I get so dizzy and out of it when you kiss me and we go our seperate ways for the day.  Anyone can tell you, when you get near me, my eyes light up, my smile grows bigger and I just lose myself completely.  You're just the best thing ever and I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; luck to have you. I love you now more than anything and I want to stay with you forever.  You're probably the love of my life and I know it's the best thing on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-1075517426306895916?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/1075517426306895916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=1075517426306895916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1075517426306895916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/1075517426306895916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-feeling-makes-my-heart-beat-faster.html' title='This feeling makes my heart beat faster and my head spin faster.&lt;3'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677860344951476743.post-4570672664093612917</id><published>2009-02-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:49:58.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmy&lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know I love you if I give you your own little blog post on my personal blog. So yeah, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;Timmyyy, know why I love you? Well, you're way more amazing than you give yourself credit for. You make me smile &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time. You know how to make me laugh and you always make me feel special.  I never thought we'd have our chance, but here we are...finally together and it feels more right than anything in the world. You kept me waiting and I did give up...but you showed me you did want to be with me and you did want to stay commited, so here we are. Finally together and very happy. Nothing is going to tear us apart, I won't let it. I love you wayyy too much to let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; take you from me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TIMMY!!&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6677860344951476743-4570672664093612917?l=elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/feeds/4570672664093612917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6677860344951476743&amp;postID=4570672664093612917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4570672664093612917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6677860344951476743/posts/default/4570672664093612917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethlovesbam.blogspot.com/2009/02/timmy33.html' title='Timmy&lt;33'/><author><name>ElizabethTheRipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00251518680825438140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_seZoDUaJQK0/TAbwQ-Uej9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/4PX7vHvdE88/S220/020.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
