<?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-2747926327122156875</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:24:09.052-07:00</updated><category term='lies need help friends him her'/><category term='dogs dreams puppies border collies boyfriend.'/><title type='text'>Fish and Moonlight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HippieFox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514061255767728382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh9teF5zPRI/Sj1G_ZjcttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OasePp65K7M/S220/cuffs+016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747926327122156875.post-472877836400386155</id><published>2009-06-29T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:42:00.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies need help friends him her'/><title type='text'>Lies?</title><content type='html'>Who do you believe when one friend pits you against the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends says that another friend of mine has been bragging about sleeping with me, even though he and I haven't done anything together. The friend who said he was bragging about it doesn't have any reason to lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the other friend would have a reason to brag about sleeping with me, though... I mean... It's not like It would make him the envy of anyone. It would probably just make people look down on and pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't just believe one friend and not the other so I'm going to talk to one friend about what the other said and hope that they have a good excuse for what was said. I don't know what is going on but I'm going to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747926327122156875-472877836400386155?l=jimmy-crow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/feeds/472877836400386155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/472877836400386155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/472877836400386155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lies.html' title='Lies?'/><author><name>HippieFox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514061255767728382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh9teF5zPRI/Sj1G_ZjcttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OasePp65K7M/S220/cuffs+016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747926327122156875.post-1959998460482614161</id><published>2009-06-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:06:33.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs dreams puppies border collies boyfriend.'/><title type='text'>Dreaming Again.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my dream started out with my cousin and I going on a double date, then it some how went to me and her staying in a hotel that her family bought. While we are at the Hotel there is a convention of sorts that goes on. I'm not sure what kind, I just know Harry Potter got involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. While We are visiting the convention a lesbian starts flirting with me, then while she is doing this people from Harry Potter come and sit beside us. Harry, for some unknown reason, gives me a rather deformed baby. It was kinda cute in it's own deformed way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! There is a large storm that comes comes. Everyone is panicking and evacuating. And in a back room of the hotel there is a flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boyfriend and I are running back there we notice a dog laying in the water. There is also a large snake. At first we ignore it since the dog already seems to be dead. But! We see the water moving behind the dog and we realize that it just had puppies. So we go in, kill the snake, and rescue the puppies... And later my grandpa cut off the dog's head. I don't know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it cuts to me and my cousin sleeping, the puppies are tucked up to my side, then I wake up and I run off to go shopping for a bottle so I can feed them. Then I wake up. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747926327122156875-1959998460482614161?l=jimmy-crow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/feeds/1959998460482614161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/1959998460482614161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/1959998460482614161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreaming-again.html' title='Dreaming Again.'/><author><name>HippieFox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514061255767728382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh9teF5zPRI/Sj1G_ZjcttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OasePp65K7M/S220/cuffs+016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747926327122156875.post-8391692404975385881</id><published>2009-06-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:45:58.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am getting annoyed... When I first read her poems I felt a bit bad that she wasn't the one she loved. I felt bad for being so happily in love with the boy she wanted so badly. But, after a while, it became irritating to see her stories and poems about my boyfriend. And now, I find myself growing increasingly possessive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A little voice in my mind keeps growling and hissing whenever I read her poems and prose. Because I know, I know she is talking about him and he is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Of course, I don't own him. I can't he's a person and he is just as free and wild as the wind yet, at the same time, as predictable as the ocean tides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I read her writing I feel the need to curl around my boyfriend in a protective ball and just scream that she can't have him and that she should just stop writing because it won't bring him to her. Telling the world, and him, her hopes and wishes and dreams will do nothing. Nothing except continue to make me twitch and make him find her creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this means I have nothing to worry about. But at the same time... I just want to never see her write another poem or story about the boy I love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747926327122156875-8391692404975385881?l=jimmy-crow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/feeds/8391692404975385881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/possessive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/8391692404975385881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/8391692404975385881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/possessive.html' title='Possessive'/><author><name>HippieFox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514061255767728382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh9teF5zPRI/Sj1G_ZjcttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OasePp65K7M/S220/cuffs+016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747926327122156875.post-3507991847674843538</id><published>2009-06-20T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:42:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I can remember, in my dream, he was asking what it was that turned me on, that's the first sign it's a dream right there. And anyway I must have not answered the way he wanted because he started to nibble on my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he nibbles on my ear he pushes me back against a wall, his hands coming to rest on my breasts. His hands were warm and he gently squeezed them, starting to move down, kissing my neck and nipping my ear lobe one last time. And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2747926327122156875-3507991847674843538?l=jimmy-crow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/feeds/3507991847674843538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/3507991847674843538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2747926327122156875/posts/default/3507991847674843538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimmy-crow.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>HippieFox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09514061255767728382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh9teF5zPRI/Sj1G_ZjcttI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OasePp65K7M/S220/cuffs+016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
