<?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-5814152</id><updated>2011-06-05T08:35:30.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modnar shit and other crap</title><subtitle type='html'>"I don't think you need to know everything about the people you love." 
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"Go that way really fast. If something gets in your way, turn."
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I'm passive-aggressive, ornery, narcasistic, selfish, evil, morbid, bitchy, mean, and crabby.
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That's about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-2542331368944964229</id><published>2007-03-01T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:34:50.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SURVEY!yeah, i's reeeeeally bored.Basics:full name: nicole riann vinzeye color: brownhair color: brownhieght: 5'4wieght: yeah rightDo you have:braces: noglasses or contacts: contactsFavorites:color: black, orange, greenfood: mmm good foodice cream flavor: vanilla, or...basically anythingsnack: popcorntype of music: alt rock, or anything reallysong: currently? hate me, by blue octoberband: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/2542331368944964229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=2542331368944964229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/2542331368944964229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/2542331368944964229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2007/03/survey-yeah-is-reeeeeally-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-115554365171717435</id><published>2006-08-14T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:57:32.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because now it's 311am and chanchan hasn't entertained me thuroughlycheck the ones you have done.....( ) snuck out of the house(x) gotten lost in your city(x) saw a shooting star(x) been to any other countries besides the united states( ) had a serious surgery(x) gone out in public in your pajamas(x) kissed a stranger(x) hugged a stranger( ) been in a fist fight( ) been arrested(x) done drugs(x) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/115554365171717435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=115554365171717435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/115554365171717435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/115554365171717435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-now-its-311am-and-chanchan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-115554136314656531</id><published>2006-08-14T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:42:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because it's 214 in the morning and i'm bored to tears.TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey Name: nicole riann vinzBirthday: 9.21.84Birthplace: korea. not the communist partCurrent Location: rochester, mnEye Color: brownHair Color: brown Height: 5'4" Right Handed or Left Handed: right Your Heritage: um...korean i think, spluhThe Shoes You Wore Today: cool black slip resistant shoes from payless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/115554136314656531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=115554136314656531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/115554136314656531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/115554136314656531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-its-214-in-morning-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-114350815829353427</id><published>2006-03-27T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:09:18.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random:*I put iTunes on shuffle. I asked myself these questions and the title of the song is the answer to it.How does the world see me?Staind: Take It (not bad, actually)Will I have a happy life?The Pillows: Crazy Sunshine (sounds good to me.)What do my friends really think of me?Verdi: I Masnadiera (The Bandits? i'm a bandit? really? sounds about right i guess)Do people secretly lust after me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/114350815829353427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=114350815829353427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/114350815829353427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/114350815829353427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-i-put-itunes-on-shuffle.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-114153153519584593</id><published>2006-03-04T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:05:35.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RantSo...what's with sobers taking advantage of drunks? It's not like the drunks always willingly take off their clothes.When they say, "No, I don't want to," shouldn't that mean that the sober should not try to take off the clothes?Especially when both parties have signif others?And when the drunk keeps mentioning this? And saying, "If I were her/him, I would definately not want you to do this."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/114153153519584593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=114153153519584593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/114153153519584593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/114153153519584593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2006/03/rant-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-112651413334172734</id><published>2005-09-12T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:36:02.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have great convos w/shama.Shama: Here, have a pretzelMe: Thanks. (puts in mouth)Shama: Are they stale?(yes. yes, they were.)(we became friends at Concordia)Me: Just think, where would we be now if we didn't go to Concordia together?Shama: Happier.(awww, thanks.)Shama: If something happened to our roomie, we don't know her last name, sn, phone number, or e-mail.Me: What's your point? (after 30 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/112651413334172734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=112651413334172734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/112651413334172734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/112651413334172734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-great-convos-wshama.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-112651393277908410</id><published>2005-09-12T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T01:33:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!Some days I feel like cryin'It don't matter if it's rain or shineI feel like my heart was brokenAt least a million timesAnd some days I wake up dreamingFeels like I never even wokeI answer life's big questionsAs if it's one big jokeMaybe it's too soon to be sureBut I really do believe that some dayWe're gonna have it allSo I try so hardTo keep the rhythm of a trainRollin' right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/112651393277908410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=112651393277908410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/112651393277908410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/112651393277908410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/09/lyrics-time-some-days-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111673882366359950</id><published>2005-05-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:01:21.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!!Had a bad day, don't talk to me,Gonna ride this out,My little black heart, breaks apart,With your big mouth.And I'm sick of my sicknessDon't touch me, you'll get this.I'm useless, lazy, perverted,And you hate me.You can't save me,You can't change me,Well I'm waiting for my wake up call,And everything, everything's my fault.Went to the doctor, and I asked her,To make this stop. (whoa)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111673882366359950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111673882366359950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111673882366359950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111673882366359950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/05/lyrics-time-had-bad-day-dont-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111673767652491485</id><published>2005-05-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:54:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books to Read!She's Come Undone, Wally LambI Know This Much Is True, Wally LambLOTR, JRR TolkienVurt, Jeff NoonThe Broker, John Grisham</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111673767652491485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111673767652491485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111673767652491485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111673767652491485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/05/books-to-read-shes-come-undone-wally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111664512355337776</id><published>2005-05-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:12:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bordom Strikes Again!Name: NikkiBirthday: 21.9.84Birthplace: SoeulCurrent Location: Roch, couchEye Color: brownHair Color: brown and redHeight: 64Right Handed or Left Handed: depends on what i'm doingYour Heritage: koreanThe Shoes You Wore Today: the ones i got on sale at hot topicYour Weakness: noneYour Fears: noneYour Perfect Pizza: muncheez. or pizza hut's stuffed crust. or valentinos.You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111664512355337776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111664512355337776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111664512355337776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111664512355337776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/05/bordom-strikes-again-name-nikki.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111597590846485770</id><published>2005-05-13T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T02:18:28.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Compassion"Please don't killmy young daughterbefore my eyes...""Alright, let's do as he says...Strip herand drag her away..."SorryThe kniferipped through the stomachreached down to the penis.The cord of the pyjama was cut.The man with the knifeexclaimedwith surprise,as if he was reading the kalma to ward off evil,"Chi, chi, chi...I made a mistake."--Saadat Hasan MantoOriginal in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111597590846485770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111597590846485770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111597590846485770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111597590846485770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetry-corner-compassion-please-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111597243691192849</id><published>2005-05-13T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T01:20:36.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qool Quotes"Because sometimes when you break your heart, it's hard to let love back in again. It just keeps flowing out through the cracks.""Of course Time heals all wounds. I mean, sooner or later you're dead, right? And you go back into the earth. And all the wounds you've ever had disintegrate back to what you started from.""It's ok. It will be. Mostly."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111597243691192849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111597243691192849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111597243691192849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111597243691192849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/05/qool-quotes-because-sometimes-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111560706108210213</id><published>2005-05-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:51:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boredom Strikes Again!1. What time is it:  21362. Name as it appears on birth certificate: don't know. either Hae Ri Jung or Nicole RiAnn Vinz3. Nicknames: Nikki, Nik, Nik @ Nite, Ninn, Gert, Wiggles, etc.4. Piercing: 1 in both ears5. What is the most recent movie you've seen in the theater?  Hitchhiker's Guide! Oh yeah!!!6. Eye color:  brown7. Place of birth: Seoul, South Korea8. Favorite foods:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111560706108210213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111560706108210213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111560706108210213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111560706108210213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/05/boredom-strikes-again-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111414775990498286</id><published>2005-04-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:58:24.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner! Sometimes...Sometimes all the right things are said. Sometimes all the wrong things are said. Sometimes nothing is said at all.Sometimes you’re stuck in the past. And sometimes you’re stuck in the present. And sometimes you’re stuck in the future. But sometimes you’re stuck in the in-between.Sometimes you see sadness, pain, sorrow. Sometimes you see so much beauty that you can’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111414775990498286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111414775990498286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111414775990498286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111414775990498286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/poetry-corner-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111385316140483545</id><published>2005-04-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:39:21.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From "Emily"It begins where it ends: in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded. Whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound - touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at last, I reach the end. Facing a truth I can no longer deny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111385316140483545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111385316140483545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111385316140483545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111385316140483545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-emily-it-begins-where-it-ends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111385300688845306</id><published>2005-04-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:36:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Isle of DesireWhen thrust onto the wretched UtopiaNe’er a soul departsFrom the cursèd isleWhere desire takes heart.The isle feeds off lovesick foolsWho knows the pain of what can happenAnd yet still continues toDo what they always have been.The fools, they know they can never haveWhat they truly long for.They think there’s a tiny spark of hope,But still know that their hearts will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111385300688845306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111385300688845306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111385300688845306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111385300688845306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/poetry-corner-isle-of-desire-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111385273139867445</id><published>2005-04-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:32:11.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!I'm feelin like Tonto, ridin a pintoTryin to chase the lone ranger downI'm a little unraveled; I'm still in the saddleCryin your name out to the cloudsHey ya hey yaaaaaaWhy don't you meet me back at the teepeeDown by the campfireThere in the dark nightWe'll smoke the peace pipeForget about who's wrong and who's rightHey ya hey yaaaaaaIt was a big showdownOh yeah we stood our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111385273139867445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111385273139867445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111385273139867445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111385273139867445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/lyrics-time-im-feelin-like-tonto-ridin.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111318176184225813</id><published>2005-04-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:09:21.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!Well I love herAnd I love to fishI spend all day out on this lakeAnd hell is all I catchToday she met me at the doorSaid I would have to chooseIf I hit that fishin’ hole todayShe’d be packin’ all her thingsAnd she’d be gone by noonWell I’m gonna miss herWhen I get homeBut right now I’m on the lakeshoreAnd I’m sittin’ in the sunI’m sure it’ll hit meWhen I walk through that door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111318176184225813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111318176184225813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111318176184225813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111318176184225813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/lyrics-time-well-i-love-her-and-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111284866075678402</id><published>2005-04-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:58:11.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From "Eden, the Navel."Triin sat down again in the thick of the forest. He no longer felt alone for both the flora and fauna surrounded him. Shadows lazily rolled by as the sun crept through the clouds and the trees above. Slowly the thoughts of Byda flowed out of his soul until he was once again at peace. She could trap him no more. If her soul was at rest, so to could his be. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111284866075678402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111284866075678402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111284866075678402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111284866075678402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-eden-navel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111265210542746492</id><published>2005-04-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:01:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.And truly not the morning sun of heavenBetter becomes the gray cheeks of the east,Nor that full star that ushers in the evenDoth half that glory to the sober west,As those two mourning eyes become thy face:O, let it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111265210542746492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111265210542746492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111265210542746492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111265210542746492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/poetry-corner-thine-eyes-i-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111234220760283463</id><published>2005-03-31T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:56:47.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From "Washed Ashore"“Are you the one I loved from so long ago? I don’t remember your face, but I can never forget that laugh. It was like a wave crashing upon the sand. I couldn’t help but smile. And I can’t now, either. The memories are flowing back into me, as if they had never left. You caused me so much happiness...and then pain. But I’ll take the bad, just so long as I remember the good. And</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111234220760283463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111234220760283463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111234220760283463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111234220760283463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/from-washed-ashore-are-you-one-i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111233594463853655</id><published>2005-03-31T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:12:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qool Quotes!The whole world is a cage when you're trapped in it alone.-Simon White-Thatch Potentloins</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111233594463853655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111233594463853655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111233594463853655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111233594463853655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/04/qool-quotes-whole-world-is-cage-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111225120238040700</id><published>2005-03-30T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:40:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you are sad and pathetic when....You watch the commentary for The Lone Gunmen directly after you just finished watching it without commentary.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111225120238040700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111225120238040700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111225120238040700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111225120238040700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-you-are-sad-and-pathetic-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111205744524040108</id><published>2005-03-28T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:50:45.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would you rather...Be 4'1 or 7'9"? 4'1Live without music or live without T.V.? T.VEat a bar of soap or drink a bottle of dishwashing liquid? drinkBe called a racist or a traitor to your country? traitorLose your legs or lose your arms? legsHave a beautiful house and ugly car or an ugly house and beautiful car? beautiful houseBe blind or deaf? deafLive in Antarctica or Death Valley? antarcticaIn a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111205744524040108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111205744524040108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111205744524040108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111205744524040108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/would-you-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111205631234154060</id><published>2005-03-28T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T16:31:52.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Quotes!Look in the Constitution for an example of each of the following:a. A check or balance.b. A reference to black people as being worth exactly three-fifths of white people.c. The word "erection".d. The part that keeps Arnold Schwarzenegger from becoming President.Look in the Bill of Rights for the Amendment that makes specific reference to each of the following:a. Affirmative action.b. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111205631234154060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111205631234154060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111205631234154060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111205631234154060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/fun-quotes-look-in-constitution-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111153384162067392</id><published>2005-03-22T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:25:00.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Away...as she watched from awaydesire came to her eyesin disguise of a burnt outfire smoldering in the day.wanting to be nearsneaks she whollyvery slowly as Wolfseeks Deer.now she’s close to touchwhat she only dreamsyet seems to shy awaybut not too much.silence now as she listensfearful of being caughtonly not wanting to leave.tearful, her eyes glisten.she looks at her and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111153384162067392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111153384162067392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111153384162067392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111153384162067392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/poetry-corner-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111146892808081898</id><published>2005-03-21T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:22:08.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Fire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.-Robert Frost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111146892808081898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111146892808081898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111146892808081898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111146892808081898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/poetry-corner-fire-and-ice-some-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111146886222422413</id><published>2005-03-21T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:21:02.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qool Quotes!"If Jesus had been killed twenty years ago, Catholic school children would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks instead of crosses."- Lenny Bruce"The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself." - Sir Richard Francis Burton"You can safely assume that you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111146886222422413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111146886222422413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111146886222422413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111146886222422413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/qool-quotes-if-jesus-had-been-killed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111144798644994047</id><published>2005-03-21T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:37:36.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry CornerComeI saw the finger bendI felt the crunching bonesThe searing ache is instantThe shocking relief growsI cried to let you inYou came to kiss the woundYou should come and stayAnd should not leave so soonCome kiss the pain awayAnd make it all seem betterFor it will make me happyAnd all the much more wetterI give you what you wantPlease give me what I needBut life you leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111144798644994047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111144798644994047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111144798644994047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111144798644994047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/poetry-corner-come-i-saw-finger-bend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111044281924136209</id><published>2005-03-10T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:20:19.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Normally I do not do this.Blogs are meaningless.At least, to me they are meaningless.So are away messages, I might add.I am just curious as to why I got dragged into it.I hold no ill will towards anyone.There's too much hate in this world for me to add to it.What is it that you have against me?How do you know what I am like now?I do not speculate as to who you are now.No one should be judged on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111044281924136209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111044281924136209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111044281924136209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111044281924136209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/normally-i-do-not-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-111044156570718825</id><published>2005-03-09T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T23:59:40.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!Long agoJust like the hearse you died to get in againWe are so far from youBurning on just like a match you start to incinerateThe lives of everyone you knewAnd whats the worst to take, from every heart you break (heart you break)And like a blade you stakeWell I've been holding on tonightWhats the worst that I could say?Things are better if I staySo long and goodnightSo long and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/111044156570718825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=111044156570718825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111044156570718825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/111044156570718825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/03/lyrics-time-long-ago-just-like-hearse.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110958149960461204</id><published>2005-02-28T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:04:59.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best post I've heard regarding women and blow jobs.1. First and foremost, we are not obligated to do it.2. Extension to rule #1- so if you get one, be grateful.3. I don't care WHAT they did in the porn video you saw, it is not standard practice to come on someone's face.4. Extension to rule #3- No, I DON'T have to swallow.5. My ears are not handles.6. Extension to rule #5- do not push on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110958149960461204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110958149960461204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110958149960461204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110958149960461204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/best-post-ive-heard-regarding-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110795492969198723</id><published>2005-02-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T05:16:14.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!Cause it's all in my headI think about itOver and over againAnd I can't keepPicturing you with himAnd it hurts so badYeah, cause it's all in my headI think about itOver and over againI replay itOver and over againAnd I can't take itI can't shake it, noI can't wait to see youWanna see if you still got thatLook in your eyeThat one you had for meBefore we said our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110795492969198723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110795492969198723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110795492969198723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110795492969198723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/lyrics-time-cause-its-all-in-my-head-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110739879584833965</id><published>2005-02-02T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:49:37.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!FallDon’t hold back the screeching fear inside, forFear is inevitable.Fall into the nothingthat envelops forever.The senses now overpower the brain, butOverpowering is inevitable.Smell the cool sent of flowers growing aroundthat will live forever.Let gravity take control, forGravity is inevitable.Feel the wind rushing past like brief moments in timethat last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110739879584833965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110739879584833965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110739879584833965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110739879584833965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/poetry-corner-fall-dont-hold-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110734184220313053</id><published>2005-02-02T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:57:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From “Come to my Window”You love her, don’t you?- Who?Taz.- Oh. Is it obvious?No. You don’t wear your heart on your sleeve. I can just tell there’s something up.- I think I’ll always love her.But why? She’ll never love you again. She doesn’t want that.- I know. I do. Really. When you love someone – truly love someone – it’s not necessary for them to love you back. It’s enough just to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110734184220313053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110734184220313053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110734184220313053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110734184220313053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-come-to-my-window-you-love-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110734233898406504</id><published>2005-02-02T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T03:32:50.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Sites!!ebaumsnewgroundscollegehumorTalk w/SueLego pornSport injuriesSMYW</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110734233898406504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110734233898406504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110734233898406504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110734233898406504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-sites-ebaums-newgrounds.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110734207251700888</id><published>2005-02-02T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T03:01:12.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool Thing:Dling music off ourtunes. Hehehe....SCREW THE SYSTEM!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110734207251700888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110734207251700888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110734207251700888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110734207251700888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/cool-thing-dling-music-off-ourtunes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110730709117580615</id><published>2005-02-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:18:11.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110730709117580615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110730709117580615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110730709117580615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110730709117580615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110730298055643580</id><published>2005-02-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:09:40.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke:What kind of syrup does Michael Jackson like?Why Boysenberry of course!You know what sucks?A vacuum.Wow...Chan is so clever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110730298055643580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110730298055643580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110730298055643580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110730298055643580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/joke-what-kind-of-syrup-does-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110729566438081248</id><published>2005-02-01T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:56:07.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, evil would be posting up peoples answers.No wait, that's just cruel.I can be evil, I just don't want to be cruel.Except for Chan's....Full Name: chan (eta.tauri@gmail.com)Gender: MaleBirthdate: 23 October 1984First Crush: your momBiggest Crush: your momDo you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? YesBoyfriend/girlfriend'sName: your momCurrent status of your relationship:Wanna break off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110729566438081248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110729566438081248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110729566438081248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110729566438081248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-evil-would-be-posting-up-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110725380812204267</id><published>2005-02-01T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T02:30:08.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your life is sad and pathetic when...You stay up until 7am every day when you have class at 9:05am every MTWF because...well...for no reason whatsoever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110725380812204267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110725380812204267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110725380812204267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110725380812204267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-know-your-life-is-sad-and-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110725366580531767</id><published>2005-02-01T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T02:28:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From "Dog's Eye"Falling. Slowly falling. I think I'm slowly falling. Can I be falling? I must be falling. That must be the what I feel. The wind. The wind rushing by so slowly. Because I'm falling. Falling slowly. Right? The speed will inevitably pick up. I presume so, at least. When I fall, I tend to fall deep. Too deep. But that's where I'm most comfortable. So far down I can't get up is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110725366580531767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110725366580531767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110725366580531767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110725366580531767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-dogs-eye-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110707916849493264</id><published>2005-01-30T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:05:54.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lyrics Time!I like 'em sweet, I like 'em with a heart of gold.Yeah an' I like 'em brassy, I like 'em brazen and bold.Well, they say that opposites attract, well, I don't agreeI want a woman just as tacky as me.Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side.Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side,When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110707916849493264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110707916849493264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110707916849493264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110707916849493264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/01/lyrics-time-i-like-em-sweet-i-like-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110706947074302982</id><published>2005-01-29T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:05:43.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So incredilbly fuckin bored.PAST-first grade teacher's name: Mrs Heimer, I think.-last word you said: Bye.-last song you sang: Supersize Me, Toothpick-last thing you laughed at: Futurama. “I don’t like lilies! Your first wife liked lilies!!” “My first wife also liked to shut up!”-last time you cried: Last night..PRESENT.-what's in your cd player: XF season 2 disc 5 is on my comp. My CD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110706947074302982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110706947074302982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110706947074302982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110706947074302982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-incredilbly-fuckin-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110706430499830515</id><published>2005-01-29T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:05:28.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Poor MackPoor Mack, she died at seabody ravaged by the wavescrashing mightilywater full of unspent ragewind blowing all aroundchilling her through to her boneswailing violentlylike a whore the wind did moanPoor Ron, he died at homesmoky ash filling airchoking easilygrowing layer upon layerflames licking skintearing flesh without concernfeasting savagelyblack and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110706430499830515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110706430499830515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110706430499830515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110706430499830515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/01/poetry-corner-poor-mack-poor-mack-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110704949113287474</id><published>2005-01-29T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:04:33.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel positively evil but fully guilty. Thus:Nikkinikki_vinz@hotmail.comFemale21 Sept. 1984.Nicolas CageNicolas CageNo----YesYesLess thanYesDarkPersonality</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110704949113287474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110704949113287474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110704949113287474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110704949113287474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-feel-positively-evil-but-fully.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-110704942560085548</id><published>2005-01-29T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T15:04:04.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yeah.I must learn to forgive. I still haven’t been able to do that no matter how hard I try. Of course that just means I am not trying hard enough.Try. Try. Try.Forgive, forgive, forgive.So simple to say, but to do…. It’s a foreign concept to me. I hold grudges. They crawl under my skin. Most of the time they go unnoticed. But when they spring up the rash is just too irritating. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/110704942560085548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=110704942560085548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110704942560085548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/110704942560085548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-109695806875325107</id><published>2004-10-04T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:34:28.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X-FX-F transcriptsX-F RedwolfX-FtomeX-F puppetsX-F compilation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/109695806875325107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=109695806875325107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/109695806875325107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/109695806875325107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2004/10/x-f-x-f-transcripts-x-f-redwolf-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-107906847856107123</id><published>2004-03-11T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:16:56.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't forget to trip the rift!!!Just because it happens in nature, doesn't mean it's natural.--Uh...I think by definition, it is.Daily Show"It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a nigger, kike, wop or spic." (Heller, 46).Lifve by the foma that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.The Books of Bokonon, I:5"Fifty-third Calypso,"Oh, a sleeping drunkardUp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/107906847856107123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=107906847856107123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/107906847856107123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/107906847856107123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2004/03/dont-forget-to-trip-rift-just-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106675426184651087</id><published>2003-10-21T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T09:37:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry corner! Would beIf not for you, the sky of blue would be so dark and grey,But since you’re here, the sky is clear hence, ‘tis a beautiful day.If not for you, the green of new would ne’er grow towards the sky,But since you’re here, there’s not to fear for now green all grows high.If not for you, the morning dew would ne’er gleam in the sun,But since you’re here, the dew is clear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106675426184651087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106675426184651087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106675426184651087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106675426184651087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/poetry-corner-would-be-if-not-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106675393743152037</id><published>2003-10-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T09:32:17.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your life is sad and pathetic when...You hear the music of LOTR when you're reading LOTR.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106675393743152037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106675393743152037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106675393743152037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106675393743152037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-your-life-is-sad-and-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106670740842114768</id><published>2003-10-20T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:36:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke:Breaking Up...College Course Style... Psychology: Girl accuses guy of just using her as a substitute for his Mother. Sociology: Each claims to have been oppressed in the relationship. Religion: Each prays for reconcilliation and/or curses God Archaeology: One tries to bury the past, and accuses the other of trying to dig it up. Theatre: "OH MY GOD! Life is... ENDED... as we KNOW</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106670740842114768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106670740842114768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106670740842114768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106670740842114768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/joke-breaking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106589563222496922</id><published>2003-10-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T11:07:12.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke:The new priest was so nervous at his first mass, that he could hardly speak. Before his second appearance in the pulpit, he asked the monsignor how he could relax. The Monsignor said "next Sunday it may help you if you put some vodka in the water picture and after a few sips everything will go smoothly." The next Sunday the new priest put the suggestion into action and was able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106589563222496922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106589563222496922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589563222496922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589563222496922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/joke-new-priest-was-so-nervous-at-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106589520819054860</id><published>2003-10-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T11:00:08.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun websites:www.despair.comnorthernsun.comstickdeath.comwomencentral.net/lessons.html</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106589520819054860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106589520819054860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589520819054860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589520819054860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-websites-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106589514829117673</id><published>2003-10-11T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T10:59:07.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke: A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road, he stopped and offered her a lift which she accepted. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg. The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at him and immediately said, "Father, remember psalm 129</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106589514829117673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106589514829117673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589514829117673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589514829117673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/joke-priest-was-driving-along-and-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106589483240170185</id><published>2003-10-11T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T10:53:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke:Real meaning of a college degree:Computer Science: College.....Spend most of your time in a dimly lit lab, playing XTrek and drinking Jolt. Interact only with other CS majors, and only via the 'net if you can manage it. Become passionately involved only in the continuing IBM/Commodore/Macintosh debate. Real Life......Spend most of your time in a dimly lit office, playing Flight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106589483240170185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106589483240170185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589483240170185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106589483240170185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/joke-real-meaning-of-college-degree.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106571389295959055</id><published>2003-10-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T08:38:12.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!InnocenceI close my eyes... Fiery grey blue eyes pierce through me. I cower, but do not look away. A misty deep surges through my veins drawing my breath away. My lungs beg for air but I dare not break the electric silence. Your grey blues soften and air rushes past my lips. I delicately walk over, to heal as to not make a noise. I take a chance... My fingers mingle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106571389295959055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106571389295959055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106571389295959055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106571389295959055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/poetry-corner-innocence-i-close-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106549221135340176</id><published>2003-10-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T19:03:31.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke:Why did the blonde jump out of the building?She wanted to see if her maxi pad really had wings.Needless to say, she died.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106549221135340176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106549221135340176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549221135340176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549221135340176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/joke-why-did-blonde-jump-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106549213396725229</id><published>2003-10-06T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T19:05:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your life is sad and pathetic when...You are grumpy because you haven't gotten your LOTR fix</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106549213396725229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106549213396725229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549213396725229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549213396725229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-your-life-is-sad-and-pathetic_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106549197064047212</id><published>2003-10-06T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T18:59:29.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!We love you cobbersOh yes we doWe love you cobbersIt's trueWhen you're not with usWe're blueOh cobbers we love you! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106549197064047212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106549197064047212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549197064047212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549197064047212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/poetry-corner-we-love-you-cobbers-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106549192616543876</id><published>2003-10-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T19:04:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Quotes from my Fun Friends:"I want string cheese dangit""drying my wet head..... of hair you sicko.....""Those guys scare me…the ones that are big and have no faces""Actually, no, I don’t like guys"In response to the question, 'what happened to mary and joe':    I think they died."I have finger condoms!""He makes a great girlfriend!"fun trumpets:"Water sucks, it really, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106549192616543876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106549192616543876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549192616543876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106549192616543876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-quotes-from-my-fun-friends-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106540634792042060</id><published>2003-10-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:12:27.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your life is sad and pathetic when...you are proud of your sad and pathetic life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106540634792042060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106540634792042060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106540634792042060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106540634792042060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-your-life-is-sad-and-pathetic_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106538777895550886</id><published>2003-10-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:02:59.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joke:Cinderella was going to the ball. She wanted to stay out later then 12, but her fairy godmother didn't want her to. She told Cinderella that if she stayed out later than 2, a pumpkin would start growing in her womb. Cinderella said ok and left. At 6, Cinderella comes strolling in. Her fairy godmother gasped! "You should be all bloated from the pumpkin!" she said. Cinderella said, "Well, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106538777895550886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106538777895550886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106538777895550886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106538777895550886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/joke-cinderella-was-going-to-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106538745583285607</id><published>2003-10-05T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:57:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!Valediction: Forbidding Mourning As virtuous men pass mildly away,And whisper to their souls, to go,Whilst some of their sad friends do say,"The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"So let us melt, and make no noise,No tear-floods, nor sigh tempests move;'Twere profanation of our joysTo tell the laity our love.Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;Men reckon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106538745583285607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106538745583285607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106538745583285607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106538745583285607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/poetry-corner-valediction-forbidding.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106532464674299411</id><published>2003-10-04T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T19:11:51.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your life is sad and pathetic when...you jump up excitedly out of your chair when you remember there is water in the fridge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106532464674299411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106532464674299411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106532464674299411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106532464674299411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-your-life-is-sad-and-pathetic_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106532462027293821</id><published>2003-10-04T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T20:30:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know your life is sad and pathetic when...you hate every movie because you compare it to the Lord of the Rings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106532462027293821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106532462027293821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106532462027293821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106532462027293821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-know-your-life-is-sad-_106532462027293821.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106531718020046520</id><published>2003-10-04T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:50:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poetry Corner!onea pleasant life, a better death.to mourn a loss that’s never leftis wicked now more than I thoughtfor things ne’er turn out as its wroughtdon’t sadden now, or better, everfor it goes on after foreverso when the time for you comes toowe will meet then and start a newthe flowers weep at lover’s losta timeless nuisance, but our paths crossedfor long a time to wait will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106531718020046520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106531718020046520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/poetry-corner-one-pleasant-life-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106530252902721072</id><published>2003-10-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:22:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neat:Question 1: If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?  Question 2: It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three leading candidates.   Candidate A - Associates with crooked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106530252902721072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106530252902721072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106530252902721072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106530252902721072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/neat-question-1-if-you-knew-woman-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106530234714661331</id><published>2003-10-04T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:24:04.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Useless Junk:The youngest pope was 11 years old. The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable. First novel ever written on a typewriter is Tom Sawyer. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321 The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from and old English lawwhich stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106530234714661331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106530234714661331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106530234714661331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106530234714661331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/useless-junk-youngest-pope-was-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106522762524881942</id><published>2003-10-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:32:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun Quotes from my Fun Friends:"On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the "creepy fore arms guy" creepy, he ranks a 7."Dickey to the boners, "That was a nice effort."The fun trumpets at the game today: -Gimme a D!--D!-Gimme an I!--I!-Gimme a C!--C!-Gimme a K!--K!-Gimme an E!--E!Gimme a Y!--Y!-What's that spell?!--DICKEY!!!dad: do you need to be home at anytime? me: uh...what?dad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106522762524881942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106522762524881942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522762524881942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522762524881942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-quotes-from-my-fun-friends-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106522579084531957</id><published>2003-10-03T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T17:03:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the best news/info sites:comedycentralCrimelibrarythe onionfark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106522579084531957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106522579084531957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522579084531957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522579084531957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/best-newsinfo-sites-comedycentral.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106522111454892535</id><published>2003-10-03T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:00:33.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fun sites!!!how to get to MordorI do not like that Samwise-SamLOTRAwesome peeps!!!PUPPET THEATRE!!!achie, it's got pirates of the caribeans in there!and here are some game sites:http://addictinggames.com/http://freearcade.com/http://candystand.com/http://ferryhalim.com/orisinal/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522111454892535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522111454892535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/fun-sites-how-to-get-to-mordor-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106522068521489264</id><published>2003-10-03T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T15:38:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Below is a list of children's books you'll never see in any bookstore! "You Were an Accident" "Strangers Have the Best Candy" "The Little Sissy Who Snitched" "Some Kittens Can Fly!" "Getting More Chocolate on Your Face" "Where Would You Like to Be Buried?" "Kathy Was So Bad Her Mom Stopped Loving Her" "The Attention Deficit Disorder Association's Book of Wild Animals of North Amer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106522068521489264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106522068521489264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522068521489264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106522068521489264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/below-is-list-of-childrens-books-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106503482636285386</id><published>2003-10-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T12:00:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that's because i have nothing to say, stuid!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106503482636285386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106503482636285386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106503482636285386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106503482636285386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/10/thats-because-i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106381129691626604</id><published>2003-09-17T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:01:17.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But, if you've come for entertainment, I've got some web pages that are cool:Suffer the little children! Structured procrastinationThe War Prayer.Achie, just for you.*note, I am not against war. But I'm not for it, either.horn humor! yeah buddy!One of my fave Futurama episodes: GodfellasDogma script. cool flick.If you can figure this out...please let me know! must...sleep....chan showed me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106381129691626604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106381129691626604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/09/but-if-youve-come-for-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106359874828006576</id><published>2003-09-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T21:07:45.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you really think my life would be interesting enough to start one of these?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106359874828006576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106359874828006576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106359874828006576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106359874828006576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/09/did-you-really-think-my-life-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814152.post-106359710107609539</id><published>2003-09-14T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T21:08:15.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No.(In reference to the above question.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/feeds/106359710107609539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814152&amp;postID=106359710107609539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106359710107609539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814152/posts/default/106359710107609539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninny13.blogspot.com/2003/09/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09180860328010845083</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
