<?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-1785554065869869502</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:01:52.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter My Universe, Specimen</title><subtitle type='html'>MY MIND IS BEYOND YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-5854741433793891137</id><published>2010-04-05T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:41:31.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be Conceited or Not to be, That is the Question...</title><content type='html'>Once again i have vanished from my blogspot, forgetting that i could write anything i wanted on this amazing web page of mine. Sometimes i wish i could make this my diary but then again if anyone were to read this, then my deepest secrets would be open to the World Wide Web. Hence, i shall keep my diary on paper rather then via web. It's been a while since i last wrote. Just too preoccupied with my usual pleasures: XBOX 360, facebook (im done with myspace), and so on. Another reason is because id rather write of something interesting versus anything boring (like right now haha) so that anyone who does come across my page is intrigued. i'm pass that stage now. as my dear friend shelly would say "you've passed your conceited stage, Vero." yeah, idk if that's a good thing or a bad thing. To be honest, i wasnt really conceited at all, probably more confident with a hint of conceit every now and then. I was a shy little girl, but i just preferred to be in my world and when i came out of my shell, i was truly a better person i think. Now i think i'm back in that shell. -____-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may take the word "conceit" as a negative quality, but that is not always the case. I think every person has to be somewhat conceited. To be conceited is to "have an excessively favorable opinion of one's abilities", and dont we need to excessively love ourselves in order to be truly happy? of course, there is a huge difference between those who are obviously and frank about it versus though who dont flaunt it. Also, you need to have confidence to be conceited and confidence is something that ive been lacking lately. So my goal is to boost up my confidence, to earn my conceit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the my Bring Back Vero's Confidence List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Get a job!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2)Get in shape (get a gym membership)&lt;br /&gt;3)Aim for straight A's in school&lt;br /&gt;4)Get back into soccer again.&lt;br /&gt;5)Get new clothes&lt;br /&gt;6)Redo my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think these litte goals will definitely help with my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a nuturer, i do for others before i do for myself. it's just the way i am. But i really need to stop doing that cause this past year and half has shown me that im not getting anything out of it. I need to focus on myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785554065869869502-5854741433793891137?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5854741433793891137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=5854741433793891137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/5854741433793891137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/5854741433793891137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-be-conceited-or-not-to-be-that-is.html' title='To be Conceited or Not to be, That is the Question...'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-2159566004385872053</id><published>2009-10-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:29:42.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore does Use Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A-FUCKEN-MAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just listen and you'll know why :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/2159566004385872053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/10/paramore-does-use-somebody.html' title='Paramore does Use Somebody'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-7395596673211701757</id><published>2009-04-11T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:19:14.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The WTF Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i could not stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785554065869869502-7395596673211701757?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/7395596673211701757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=7395596673211701757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/7395596673211701757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/7395596673211701757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf-blanket.html' title='The WTF Blanket'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-9133320480876758806</id><published>2009-04-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:46:28.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Shoot Sh**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday, April 4, 2009, I had my first hands on experience with guns, and not just little handguns...shotguns, rifles, and snipers too. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORGASMIC&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling of shooting was exhilarating!  My favorite had to be the Mauser Sniper Rifle. My friends and I were sniping grapefruits and other small targets about 100 yards away. The sound that it made was like thunder that echoed throughout the mountains and just seeing the grapefruits and glass bottles blow up when we'd hit them right on was shear satifaction! The shotgun was fun as well, although the recoil was extremely painful after the 5th shot I took. I have a huge bruise because of it. The 22 caliber rifle was a blast! Like a mini sniper without the strong recoil. That would be the first gun I'd purchase. To those people who might find it interesting that I would be fascinated with guns, here's some insight for you. My dad's a detective for LAPD, and I've always seen him carrying his handgun where ever he goes, for safety precautions. Also, I happen to LOVE shooting game on my Xbox 360 such as Halo, Call of Duty, Left 4 Dead and so on (My Xbox 360 is my guilty pleasure, I love videogames.) If you havent seen my pics of my shooting extravaganza on myspace, then go check it out right now! www.myspace.com/vnramos&lt;/span&gt;&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/1785554065869869502-9133320480876758806?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/9133320480876758806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=9133320480876758806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/9133320480876758806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/9133320480876758806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-shoot-sh.html' title='Let&apos;s Shoot Sh**'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-4913354028568466724</id><published>2009-03-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:02:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish I could be heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To not have a care in the world, so nothing can bring me down or noone I love could hurt me. I wish i could just say "FUCK IT" and get over things faster than my average rate. It must suck to be heartless but hey, at least you wouldnt get hurt or have regrets. At this moment, I am an emotional timebomb filled with depression and for the stupidest fucken reason too...a guy. And I dont think it helps that my period should be coming within this upcoming week. Hormones are rushing through my body and it is NO BUENO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tip to those uneducated women: GUYS = ASSHOLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(there are those few exceptions though, where they are, I do not know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785554065869869502-4913354028568466724?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4913354028568466724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=4913354028568466724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/4913354028568466724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/4913354028568466724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-be-heartless.html' title='Sometimes I wish I could be heartless'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-9201170421071989989</id><published>2009-03-21T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:10:44.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSY ROSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/VeronicaNRamos/bitch031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 221px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/VeronicaNRamos/bitch031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;((she is going to hate me for putting this up))&lt;br /&gt;Rosy is the bestie from another testie, the homie fo life! I know you had a wonderful 20th birthday even though you have a fake ID from virginia and you claimed that you were turning 22. Just wanted you to know that I love you gurl and I can not wait for your 21st in a year...or your 23rd so you say haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, the us girlies met up to celebrate Rosy's birthday. Seeing that Shelly does NOT drive, I offered to pick her up. So we stop by Albertsons along the way so I can get flowers and shelly get balloons for Rosy. Shelly was so focused on finding the balloon that sings when you tap them. So once I got my bouquet of flowers, I helped Shelly find a singing birthday balloon...mind you, we are at Albertsons. There were only two, a retarded Tinkerbell one and then a more simple one with a birthday cake on it. I grabbed the balloon and told Shelly. This bitch decides to check the balloon for what song it sings. She THWACKS the balloon while I'm holding it and it breaks off the string and starts floating to the ceiling that is at least 50 feet up. Everyone waiting in line just looks up at the balloon and then looks over in our direction. I turn to look at Shelly who was ducking behind a box so EVERYONE thought it was me that did it!!!! While this is happening the balloon is still playing the song and there was nothing we could do to stop it. Maybe you just had to be there to realize how fucken funny and humiliating it was for the both of us. In the end, shelly got her a singing balloon that says I LOVE YOU hahaha.&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/1785554065869869502-9201170421071989989?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/9201170421071989989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=9201170421071989989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/9201170421071989989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/9201170421071989989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-rosy-rose.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSY ROSE!'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-6468574883633557096</id><published>2009-03-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:10:19.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Order One Heart Attack to Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you haven't ordered this yet, then you have no fucken idea what you are missing! Life will never be complete until you drive to The Hat and order Pastrami Chili Cheese Fries. Suuuree, it looks disgusting, but this is definitely where the phrase, "Looks can be deceiving" can be applied. If you like chili cheese fries, this is an upgrade. And nooo, I'm not a hepher, Joey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amazingly delicious and all this for 10 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/B6FBYCwGYz1juxNW2YQaig/l"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/B6FBYCwGYz1juxNW2YQaig/l" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Share with someone! cause it's that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785554065869869502-6468574883633557096?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6468574883633557096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=6468574883633557096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/6468574883633557096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/6468574883633557096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-order-one-heart-attack-to-go.html' title='Can I Order One Heart Attack to Go?'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-1389415772652532995</id><published>2009-03-18T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:42:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Woman is BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/G_L/Jq_Jz/JusticeLeague/crops/justice-wonder-woman7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 207px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/G_L/Jq_Jz/JusticeLeague/crops/justice-wonder-woman7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I AM referring to myself as Wonder Woman because i am oh sooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;! So apparently, I went through a two month phase of not writing any blogs, so what is the point of having the link on myspace for people to click on if nothing new is up? BORING! I am thusfar out of this phase and shall be posting more momentarily and from the present on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i would lick a llama's balls with wasabi sauce on it to get Wonder Woman's body. Or just get a 24 Hour Gym membership haha. Shall i leave it up to you? Vote, A or B?&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/1785554065869869502-1389415772652532995?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/1389415772652532995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=1389415772652532995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/1389415772652532995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/1389415772652532995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonder-woman-is-back.html' title='Wonder Woman is BACK!'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-8277574752757757507</id><published>2009-01-05T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:45:03.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Morongo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiangaming.com/istore/casino_681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.indiangaming.com/istore/casino_681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I went to Casino Morongo with my friends for the first time! I've walked through the rows of slot machines before but have never gotten the chance to play them until yesterday. I just did the, 1, 2, and 5 cent slots and made about 13 bucks but then i lost it all haha. i still had fun for only spending 5 dollars. Woo to me! And then, instead of having to drive back home, my girlfriend had the key to a condo in Palm Springs so we all got to chill there! Spur of the moment type of trip but definitely a great adventure. Gotta live a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times: Dos Equis, Jack in the Box hunt, which ended up as a midnight Mcdonalds run, Now &amp;amp; Then, World Cup Pool Tournament (haha wtf right?), Chorizo y papitas con Tampico, jacuzzi and Selena.&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/1785554065869869502-8277574752757757507?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8277574752757757507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=8277574752757757507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/8277574752757757507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/8277574752757757507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2009/01/casino-morongo.html' title='Casino Morongo'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-8107138630942199693</id><published>2008-12-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:21:59.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear to God, if my mom doesnt leave to mexico for New Years, I'm going to go crazy up in this bitch. For once, I can have the house to MYSELF: my brother lives in Australia, my dad's in texas, and sis is in georgia, and my mom is suppose to go to Rosarito! I have never been home alone because either my sister is here watching my every move like a hawk (most of the time, she's worse than my mom) or my mom sends my aunt or grandparents to check on me. I'm 19 almost 20, in a solid month, give me a break. I've dealt with the house plenty of times before. So she was suppose to leave at 1p.m. today...it's approximately 5:19p.m. and she's now deciding to go tomorrow morning. Make up your fucking mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some freedom! so LEAVE!&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/1785554065869869502-8107138630942199693?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8107138630942199693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=8107138630942199693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/8107138630942199693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/8107138630942199693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2008/12/leave.html' title='LEAVE!!!'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-8667577927133925815</id><published>2008-11-18T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:52:49.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned Koala Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;**compliments of Vicente Aguilera haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A koala was sitting in a gum tree...smoking a joint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when a little lizard walked past, looked up and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Hey Koala! What are you doing?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The koala said, 'Smoking a joint, come up and have some.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the little lizard climbed up and sat next to the koala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where they enjoyed a few joints. After a while the little lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;said that his mouth was 'dry' and that he was going to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a drink from the river. The little lizard was so stoned that he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leaned too far over and fell into the river. A crocodile saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this and swam over to the little lizard and helped him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to the side. Then he asked the little lizard, 'What's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;matter with you?' The little lizard explained to the crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that he was sitting smoking a joint with the koala in the tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got too stoned and then fell into the river while taking a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The crocodile said that he had to check this out and found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the tree where the koala was sitting finishing a joint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The crocodile looked up and said, 'Hey you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the koala looked down at him and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, duuuuuuuude..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much water did you drink?!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785554065869869502-8667577927133925815?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/8667577927133925815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=8667577927133925815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/8667577927133925815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/8667577927133925815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2008/11/stoned-koala-joke.html' title='Stoned Koala Joke'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-4237482494535734543</id><published>2008-11-11T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:20:48.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;consisted of this hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Dash!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the fucken coolest girls that came out of&lt;br /&gt;Pomona Catholic. Cabronas por vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(dasher, left; me, right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SRk_UBFvhiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sntsIpr_cCg/s1600-h/IMG_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SRk_UBFvhiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sntsIpr_cCg/s400/IMG_1367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267310852308960802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &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/1785554065869869502-4237482494535734543?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/4237482494535734543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=4237482494535734543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/4237482494535734543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/4237482494535734543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SRk_UBFvhiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sntsIpr_cCg/s72-c/IMG_1367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-6642422884136816890</id><published>2008-11-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:04:54.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say that i am SHOCKED Prop 8 got passed. I am extremely disappointed in everyone that voted yes for it. Fortunately, this does not have any massive affect on me but now gays and lesbians are going to be everywhere fighting for their rights, and i'm suuuuure you supporters of Prop 8 are enjoying seeing your children watch these protests on the news or on the streets. Isn't that why you guys voted for it in the first place? to protect your children? Oh and because of religious preferences, right? Im pretty sure YOU would not even be able to express your religion freely if the Constitution wasnt written, so you must be for the Constitution. But the Constitution also gives to the citizens fundamental rights that YOU took away from a particular group! Stupid discriminating motherfuckers...&lt;br /&gt;&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/1785554065869869502-6642422884136816890?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6642422884136816890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=6642422884136816890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/6642422884136816890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/6642422884136816890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-6237417971285346995</id><published>2008-11-03T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:49:55.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO on 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs33/300W/f/2008/292/0/a/Same_Parts_two_by_kingbiboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 241px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.com/fs33/300W/f/2008/292/0/a/Same_Parts_two_by_kingbiboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's right! I am %100 for sending Proposition 8 through the shredder. That stupid proposition was probably created by a group of religious republicans who have a cork shoved up their asses and no acceptance over the phrases "free will" and "land of the free". My apologies to those who take offense to my stereotype of religious republicans but come on, they are one of the most conservative people out there and seeing that im an agnostic democrat with strong beliefs in expressing oneself, well they are my opposites. Seriously, allowing Prop 8 to be passed is hardcore discrimination towards gays and lesbians. Fuck! Just let them be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing about preserving the sacredness of marriage is SHIT. Marriage has NOT been preserved for years! The proof's everywhere...high divorce ratings, drive-thru weddings, arranged marriages, underage marriage, &amp;amp; elopments. I strongly believe there will be a lower divorce rate in the gay community than in the straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is LOVE. It is "a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person". Nowhere in that definition does it say that love is between people of opposite sex. DONT TRIP any more religions! They're not going to get married in your places of worship. They aren't going to be married by God but by the State of California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is YES on 8 and he tried to argue that children of same sex couples are going to grow up confused because they arent going to have guidance from a man and woman. For example, if two women raised a boy, where would he get his guidance as he grows into a man? UMMMMM how does a single mother raise her son? exactly! it's the same concept! and puh-leaaasee! you swear like the children of gays and lesbians are going to be isolated from the world and their relatives. They are going to learn things in school and from their straight relatives. Yes there would be differences but it doesnt mean a gay couple would raise a gay child. It cant be proven. The only people who are for Prop 8 are conservatives, very religious people, and homophobics. As of tomorrow, I'm voting NO on 8&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/1785554065869869502-6237417971285346995?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/6237417971285346995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=6237417971285346995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/6237417971285346995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/6237417971285346995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-on-8.html' title='NO on 8!'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785554065869869502.post-5355170253900499816</id><published>2008-11-01T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:37:32.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning The Page...Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have decided to completely restart my blog! All blogs prior to this one have been deleted. As you may have or have not read, i write these blogs for my own personal recognition in defining how random, funny, smart, serious, or emotional i can be about something. Basically...whatever's going through my head at the very moment i sign onto Blogger and click New Post, it will be posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the title, Turning The Page, my life is finally going in the direction i've always been striving for. Drama from these past two years is FINALLY behind me. i felt like the verse of "There's A Class For This" by Cute Is What We Aim For,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"DRAMA DOESNT FOLLOW ME, IT RIDES ON MY BACK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SQzWAhnattI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FE94s4ymzmA/s1600-h/The_Weight_of_the_World_by_suetlilanglz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SQzWAhnattI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FE94s4ymzmA/s320/The_Weight_of_the_World_by_suetlilanglz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263817369001309906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well you're not going to anymore, FUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1785554065869869502-5355170253900499816?l=diskobandit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/feeds/5355170253900499816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1785554065869869502&amp;postID=5355170253900499816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/5355170253900499816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1785554065869869502/posts/default/5355170253900499816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diskobandit.blogspot.com/2008/11/turning-pagegreetings.html' title='Turning The Page...Greetings!'/><author><name>Veronica Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10573365039724316609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SMRZPP95rII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/bugXoscEmM8/S220/prettypix+032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggoK6GSCPa4/SQzWAhnattI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FE94s4ymzmA/s72-c/The_Weight_of_the_World_by_suetlilanglz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
