<?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-5091236</id><updated>2011-07-16T17:39:25.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me</title><subtitle type='html'>mi crazy vida</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5091236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570899100306385064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091236.post-89581544</id><published>2003-02-22T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T20:18:48.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m tired of guys they are so stupid and let me tell you why. Yo tuve la culpa.  I also I have problem I tend to mess with guys. There have been so many guys I have mess, yet I don’t know why I’m still a virgin. I think I’m still looking for the right guy. Pero no lo encuentro. Ahorita tengo un gran problem this guy wants to tell my roommate that we mess around. El Friday I made him a scene. He plays soccer and he is really hot. I don’t want Kara to know that I mess with Hert. You know something I don’t really know if I like him. Nose que me pasa. Tengo que parar I need to really stop. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5091236-89581544?l=lanena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5091236/posts/default/89581544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5091236/posts/default/89581544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanena.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89581544' title=''/><author><name>flor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570899100306385064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
