<?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-4101712620657803971</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:11:47.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wannabe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mustang sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580682813939671696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IzK2J4H2g-w/SVnB1AlFUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0JT5uVp90Fs/S220/die.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101712620657803971.post-7316973190655624403</id><published>2009-02-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:59:58.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frankie</title><content type='html'>So I recently came across the frankie forum.&lt;br /&gt;frankie is this sweet mag (kind of a chicks magazine but without all the 'how to make him notice you' 'ZOMG CELEBS ARE TOO SKINNY' 'MISCHA BARTON PUT ON WEIGHT' 'how to lose those last few pounds' kind of articles. It's got arts and crafts, hilarious commentary on life and general feel good things.)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, so I came across the forum, which seems really awesome, and all the people seem so cool but for some reason it wont let me register! It keeps saying there's an error and it's really bugging me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this tread that asked who had blogs, so I went and added a lot of them to 'follow'. To some degree I think I'm hoping to get someone to at least read this, because that will encourage me to keep on it but also I love reading about other peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, welcome any frankie forum girls! I'm going to keep trying to register because you seem like a bunch of super cool babes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;br /&gt;sally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101712620657803971-7316973190655624403?l=wishiwasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/feeds/7316973190655624403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/2009/02/frankie.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default/7316973190655624403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default/7316973190655624403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/2009/02/frankie.html' title='frankie'/><author><name>mustang sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580682813939671696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IzK2J4H2g-w/SVnB1AlFUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0JT5uVp90Fs/S220/die.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101712620657803971.post-5012826595405413657</id><published>2009-02-09T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:01:15.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nineteen</title><content type='html'>So I am now nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly happy about that, I've been a lot more excited about turning nineteen than I was about turning eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's because I had a fake ID at seventeen, so it was kind of 'cool' to go oI hang out with my older brothers friends a lot, so when I was seventeen and met them they thought I was awesome because I was young, but still raging all night.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was eighteen, I've felt like people talk to me, assume I'm about twenty one, ask, find out I'm young and think I'm a noob.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's not really true, but I'm quite paranoid about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, now that I'm nineteen I am no longer some barely legal amateur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I would like to accomplish within the next year.&lt;br /&gt;(new years resolutions are &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose weight, get fit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know, I know. Original right?&lt;br /&gt;But it's long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I started exercising. Didn't last too long. The most physical activity I had done in the past three years was fucking.&lt;br /&gt;After doing it for a while (exercising, not fucking) I was feeling pretty good and looking better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a decent job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am currently unemployed and am in desperate need of a job. As the weeks pass I am getting further and further in debt to my parents. I can tell, when/if I get that $950 KRudd promised us, im going to have to give it all to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop fucking around/get a boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really need to stop getting drunk and having sex with people I wouldn't if I were sober. But I would really like to have regular sex. It is a basic human need after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just need self control. My lack of that is basically the root of most of my problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thats about all for now. I'll keep thinking of things I need. Besides going to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight. Then maybe I can get up before midday, apply for some jobs and maybe even go for a walk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ride Sally, ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101712620657803971-5012826595405413657?l=wishiwasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/feeds/5012826595405413657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/2009/02/nineteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default/5012826595405413657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default/5012826595405413657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/2009/02/nineteen.html' title='nineteen'/><author><name>mustang sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580682813939671696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IzK2J4H2g-w/SVnB1AlFUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0JT5uVp90Fs/S220/die.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101712620657803971.post-4393274798533743781</id><published>2008-12-29T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:34:19.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>hello interneters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am mustang sally (a badly chosen alias, i know.)&lt;br /&gt;i feel kind of pathetic doing this seeing as i am never going to link anyone i know to my page but i guess i felt i had a lot of stuff to get off my chest and at this point in my life i dont trust any of my friends enough to tell them most of it.&lt;br /&gt;so, this is my life, my stories, things i like, thing i dont like, things i love, people i love and probably a lot of stuff that really annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoy your stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4101712620657803971-4393274798533743781?l=wishiwasher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/feeds/4393274798533743781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default/4393274798533743781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4101712620657803971/posts/default/4393274798533743781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishiwasher.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>mustang sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09580682813939671696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IzK2J4H2g-w/SVnB1AlFUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0JT5uVp90Fs/S220/die.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
