<?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-2602862</id><updated>2011-10-17T12:19:51.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes when you look at things a little differently, they look a little bit bright and shiny.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602862.post-6642258</id><published>2001-10-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-26T13:13:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes work on a friday afternoon is soooo not on your schedule of things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-6642258?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/6642258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/6642258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6642258' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-3726504</id><published>2001-05-21T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-21T04:42:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes life is like a box of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's like a board game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3726504?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3726504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3726504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_05_20_archive.html#3726504' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3710743</id><published>2001-05-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-19T21:48:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes wrestling is like basketball...you run around in circles until someone wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3710743?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3710743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3710743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_05_13_archive.html#3710743' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3477990</id><published>2001-05-03T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-03T04:42:21.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes life is like an energizer bunny-oriented list....new things "to do" keep being added and multiplied...until the list goes on until forever, but sometimes you get to cross something off of the list and everything is just fine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3477990?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3477990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3477990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_29_archive.html#3477990' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3360618</id><published>2001-04-25T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-25T04:41:44.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes losing your shoes is like walking around barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3360618?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3360618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3360618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_22_archive.html#3360618' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3239577</id><published>2001-04-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-17T04:40:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes flying in an airplane is like the moment in time everyone yearns for...you are taken out of your natural habitat and left with just time.....the possibility of running around to do or get something ends and all you can do is sit....it's funny to see how people use that time...read...sleep....maybe that's why we don't get it more often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3239577?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3239577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3239577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_15_archive.html#3239577' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3234289</id><published>2001-04-16T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-17T04:35:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes you don't.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes filing your taxes is like giving uncle sam a wet willy.  sort of.  especially when he owes you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3234289?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3234289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3234289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_15_archive.html#3234289' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-3199822</id><published>2001-04-14T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-14T07:11:54.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes going to a movie is just like paying to sit.&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;the sometimes girls' mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3199822?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3199822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3199822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3199822' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3181515</id><published>2001-04-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-12T20:35:33.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes certain food cravings are better left unyielded to because in fact, sometimes it tastes better in your mind than in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you feel like a nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3181515?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3181515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3181515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3181515' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3139946</id><published>2001-04-10T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T04:43:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes in the realm of footwear, you must choose between comfort and cute and either way you go, you end up wishing you'd gone the other way&lt;br /&gt;sometimes no matter how hard you try to cut your apple the cute mooovie star sqirly-Q way, it still falls on the floor once or twice&lt;br /&gt;sometimes tests are teachers' ways of shoving in your face the fact that their class is sooo boring and unlistenable but despite that, you are still rendered stupidly powerless and most likely to fail. or uh something like that teheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3139946?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3139946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3139946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3139946' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3135529</id><published>2001-04-09T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-09T19:45:04.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when it rains, it's like the streets are taking a really long shower.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you are just too funny with these sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes girls just wanna have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3135529?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3135529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3135529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3135529' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-3125054</id><published>2001-04-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-09T04:45:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes elements of the veggie world have their own equal and oppositely reactive elements of the fruit world.&lt;br /&gt;for example, a fruity nectarine will always be equivalent to a green stalky celery stick, except for the whole stringy thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3125054?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3125054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3125054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3125054' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3122508</id><published>2001-04-08T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-08T21:56:37.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes a papercut can feel like it's sliced you wide open.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the sound of rain falling is so overpowering it becomes the music.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes staying awake is like waiting for the changes that tomorrow is bringing.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when a flower comes back to life, it's instant karma, positive chi, and all of those other words that mean "a good thing".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3122508?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3122508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3122508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3122508' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-3074032</id><published>2001-04-05T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-05T04:25:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes breathing is like swallowing air&lt;br /&gt;sometimes walking is like breathing for your feet&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a lot it's easier to forget a sometimes than remember one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3074032?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3074032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3074032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3074032' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-3014664</id><published>2001-04-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-01T06:14:40.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes time changes are the fullest moment when the world around you is changing and you're just the same. usually it ends up being the other way around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-3014664?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3014664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/3014664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3014664' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2934356</id><published>2001-03-25T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-25T20:47:43.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes a grocery store on a weekend is like a department store at christmastime. which both are like fly-attracting lights. you can't help but go closer and closer until it zaps you and whammie!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2934356?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2934356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2934356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#2934356' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2851982</id><published>2001-03-19T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-20T04:28:57.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes boogerheads need to update and follow the rules especially on birthdays when they have time for naps&lt;br /&gt;sometimes birthdays are excuses to age properly&lt;br /&gt;sometimes bookstores are like adoption agencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2851982?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2851982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2851982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2851982' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2827402</id><published>2001-03-17T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T00:01:33.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes sleeping is just an excuse to dream&lt;br /&gt;sometimes being a superhero is tougher than it looks&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's easier to write a wannabe sometimes than a real true authorized, authenticated one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2827402?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2827402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2827402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2827402' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2806955</id><published>2001-03-16T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-16T11:25:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes I just cannot be depended upon.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you put something in the mail, you feel months of guilt and expectation going *away*away*.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you can get back "in the good" with a little black bag. &lt;hint&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2806955?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2806955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2806955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2806955' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2799372</id><published>2001-03-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-15T20:42:14.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes an itch is like a tingle on the inside of your skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2799372?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2799372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2799372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2799372' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2785213</id><published>2001-03-14T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T21:34:38.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes throwing up is just yucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes monthly guests are rather inconvenient and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes movies are like real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2785213?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2785213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2785213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2785213' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2775842</id><published>2001-03-14T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T09:29:46.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes throwing up a website is a little attention getting temper &lt;a href="http://apt707.com"&gt;tantrum&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2775842?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2775842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2775842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2775842' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2775810</id><published>2001-03-14T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T09:28:18.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes waiting is like sitting and stopping and sitting and stopping and sitting and stopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2775810?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2775810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2775810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2775810' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2752448</id><published>2001-03-12T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-12T19:39:12.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes thinking about something too much is like asking for a headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2752448?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2752448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2752448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2752448' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2737727</id><published>2001-03-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-11T20:37:15.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...so..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes pulling weeds is like plucking your eyebrow hairs...it sux at first but then it turns out all pretty and sorta almost worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2737727?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2737727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2737727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2737727' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2737515</id><published>2001-03-11T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-14T09:15:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like and sometimes oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes cutting coupons is a horribly expense waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes bananas are like pudding in a peel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2737515?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2737515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2737515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_11_archive.html#2737515' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2725111</id><published>2001-03-10T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-10T21:26:37.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes one has no other choice but to go pshaaaaa to the boogerhead who isn't updating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes sticking your head in a boquet is like tasting the smell of the flowers and feeling them run through your veins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2725111?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2725111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2725111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2725111' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2698889</id><published>2001-03-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-08T19:56:42.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes raindrops are like angel spit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2698889?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2698889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2698889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2698889' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2683430</id><published>2001-03-07T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-07T20:04:06.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes smacking your lips is like lipless kissing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2683430?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2683430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2683430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2683430' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2667648</id><published>2001-03-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-06T20:19:44.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes weeds are like flowers that someone just doesn't see the beauty in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes food is like words. easily made, easily devoured. regurgitated by force through the weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2667648?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2667648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2667648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2667648' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2666537</id><published>2001-03-06T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-06T18:55:25.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes soggy cereal is like cold oatmeal (mushy and unappealing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2666537?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2666537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2666537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2666537' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2652505</id><published>2001-03-05T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-05T21:40:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes you are your own stroke of brilliance.  sometimes you are the genius.  sometimes you are enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2652505?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2652505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2652505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2652505' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2651104</id><published>2001-03-05T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-05T19:50:50.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes babies are like the ground, seeping in everything and just waiting for something new to be planted in them be it love, be it hate. the flowers and the weeds both grow from the same dirt and the same water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2651104?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2651104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2651104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2651104' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2634312</id><published>2001-03-04T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-04T19:25:07.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is the one for sunday, I guess - you know because I sort of forgot the one for saturday and ending up filling that in really early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes green tea is like colored water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2634312?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2634312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2634312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2634312' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2632621</id><published>2001-03-04T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-04T17:19:27.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooo i like that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes confusion is really understanding on a way deeper level&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2632621?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2632621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2632621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2632621' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2624610</id><published>2001-03-04T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-04T03:05:59.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes boys are just as complicated as they say girls are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2624610?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2624610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2624610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_03_04_archive.html#2624610' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2622268</id><published>2001-03-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-03T21:12:22.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok umm...i think the rules were something like you have to add a sometimes everyday? hmm...was that one? oh btw jesse wants to be a member of our blog or something...i was supposed to ask ya jaymewoo..so there ya go..i just did&lt;br /&gt;sometimes pictures are like sentences written by special ink&lt;br /&gt;sometimes plaid is like a bunch of stripes going nowhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2622268?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2622268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2622268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_02_25_archive.html#2622268' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2606588</id><published>2001-03-02T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-02T15:11:53.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes new "webspace" is like a piece of paper to just scribble all over&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a street is like a sidewalk for a car&lt;br /&gt;sometimes ice is like hard water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2606588?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2606588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2606588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_02_25_archive.html#2606588' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</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-2602862.post-2603301</id><published>2001-03-02T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-02T10:53:16.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey girl bug. I did make the sometimes blog, I did, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a window is like a hole in the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2603301?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2603301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2603301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_02_25_archive.html#2603301' title=''/><author><name>jayme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01896255493110942285</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-2602862.post-2602997</id><published>2001-03-02T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-02T10:41:37.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes a rocking chair is like a chair on ski's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2602862-2602997?l=sometimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2602997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602862/posts/default/2602997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes.blogspot.com/2001_02_25_archive.html#2602997' title=''/><author><name>darcee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09287783721415034562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
