<?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-4005552</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:50.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beezer's blogs</title><subtitle type='html'>hey guys!
yes beasley finally started a blog (after some prodding by she who must not be named) so come in, drop by and check out whats new.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005552.post-107042232201475603</id><published>2003-12-02T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:32:56.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSPIRING LYRICS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes&lt;br /&gt;It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the average girl from your video&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t built like a supermodel&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to love myself unconditionally'&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not the average girl from your video&lt;br /&gt;My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’m wearing I will always be&lt;br /&gt;India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me&lt;br /&gt;Every freckle on my face is where it’s suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;And I know my creator didn’t make no mistakes on me&lt;br /&gt;My feet, my thighs, my Lips, my eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I’m loving what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the average girl from your video&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t built like a supermodel&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to love myself unconditionally'&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not the average girl from your video&lt;br /&gt;My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’m wearing I will always be&lt;br /&gt;India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I less of a lady if I don’t where panty hose?&lt;br /&gt;My momma said a lady ain’t what she wears but what she knows…&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve drawn the conclusion, it’s all an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Confusion’s the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;A misconception, a vast deception,&lt;br /&gt;Something got to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t be offended this is all my opinion&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t nothing that I’m saying law&lt;br /&gt;This is a true confession Of a life learned lesson&lt;br /&gt;I was sent here to share with y'all&lt;br /&gt;So get in when you fit in&lt;br /&gt;Go on and shine&lt;br /&gt;Clear your mind &lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time&lt;br /&gt;Put your salt on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Go on and love yourself‘&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything’s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the average girl from your video&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t built like a supermodel&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to love myself unconditionally'&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not the average girl from your video&lt;br /&gt;My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I’m wearing I will always be&lt;br /&gt;India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fancy drink, and your expensive minks&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need that to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Keep your expensive cars and your caviar&lt;br /&gt;All’s I need is my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Keep your crystal and your pistol&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have a pretty piece of crystal&lt;br /&gt;Don’t need you silicone, I prefer my own&lt;br /&gt;What god gave me is just fine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-107042232201475603?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/107042232201475603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/107042232201475603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107042232201475603' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-87540255</id><published>2003-01-16T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T11:55:08.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, it has been forever since my last blog. I have some free time in english class so here it goes... lets see... what have i been up to lately. Well i got a snowboard for christmas which was awesome (YAY!!!!). Then i got to see Bob Phillips! and snowboard (double score!) There have been a lot of changes this new year. Right now we're in the process of moving into a friend's friend's house to house-sit for 6 months as our landloard tears offour kitchen and living room to re-builid it (not that it will help since the house is like 150 years old anyway...). So yeah, its been very busy round here. Pracitce for winterguard-- that indoor competitve modern dance+flag, rifle, and sabre thing that  i do-- has been going really well. We are actually almost done with coreographing the 5-minute show--feels longer than you would think-- and we have our first competition (they're called "shows") on this saturday so wish me luck! Last year the judges were really pissy towards us because of our winning streak so this year we droped into a lower class so they will have to move us up again. Its kinda a bitchy way to get back at them but oh well, i hope it's effective. Tomorrow I'm going snowboarding!!! yay! about 60 ppl from my school are going as a ski club and i can't wait! Hmmmm maybe i'll even see Joe S. I'm sorry i missed all ya'll at the farm show. we were pretty busy with moving and all. i hope to see my govies soon--i miss ya sooo much! well anyway thats about all the updates for now. oh wait...i forgot to mention my total obsession with LOTR the two towers and of course ORLANDO BLOOM! eeeeek! he is so hot... yeah i know im pathetic.lol-- thats all for now. lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-87540255?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/87540255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/87540255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87540255' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-87539462</id><published>2003-01-16T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T11:37:23.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277815_tioncuddle.jpg" border="0" alt="cuddle%20and%20a%20kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-87539462?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/87539462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/87539462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87539462' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-87005913</id><published>2003-01-06T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T08:54:49.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.quicksilver.net.nz/petra/animations/lgani3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4005552-87005913?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/87005913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/87005913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87005913' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-86195022</id><published>2002-12-17T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T20:35:42.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATS!&lt;br /&gt;You're a Sex on the Beach! Your party-hard eccentricity is exceeded only by your urge to hump like a rabbit. You live by the 'Sex, or be sexed' motto.	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-86195022?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/86195022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/86195022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86195022' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-86194973</id><published>2002-12-17T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T20:34:21.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a Sex on the Beach, &lt;a href="http://www.imfanatic.com/whatdrinkareyou.php" target="_blank"&gt;discover your ALcoHoLiC personality!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-86194973?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/86194973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/86194973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86194973' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85949306</id><published>2002-12-13T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T10:56:23.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;yay! im not going to hell!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vizz/quizzes/Why%20Will%20You%20Go%20To%20Hell%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vizz/1035282271_ktopnohell.jpg" border="0" alt="This%20quiz%20says%20I'm%20not%20going%20to%20Hell%2C%20but%20it's%20wrong."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Why Will You Go To Hell?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-85949306?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85949306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85949306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85949306' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85891043</id><published>2002-12-12T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T07:56:45.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things look better in the morning......&lt;br /&gt;....unless you never go to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-85891043?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85891043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85891043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85891043' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85874623</id><published>2002-12-11T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T22:49:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jealousy is a cruel, mean, green-eyed monster.&lt;br /&gt;It sees what you cannot have and makes you want it more. In that wanting comes the pain and through the pain comes spite for those who have the unattainable. The thing is that its not so much that one hates the person in general, no, because that would be far too simple. Instead the jealousy pinpoints the one thing that you crave that the other has and blows it way out of proportion. You find yourself enveloped in this painful rush of emotion, wedged with no way to breathe in any direction. You still like the person who has what you want you can't find justification in stepping in their way or cutting off your ties to them. Oh the confusion. Since what you want seems to be slipping farther away, like an unreachable dream, you fight harder to get it. And through your fighting you begin to desire it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be able to say "well I don't want it anymore". However you can’t because no one can lie to themselves like that. Well then, where the fuck are you supposed to direct all this emotion? Not through hatred towards what you desire or who you envy. You finally find yourself trying to find out what is wrong with yourself, your character flaw, whatever has caused you to loose control of your feelings that you can usually manage so well. Finally you find yourself in a battle to try to remove this terrible beast from your body, to fix yourself by yourself so as not to interfere where you have no jurisdiction. The pain is immense but hardly in the regular sense. Instead of a sharp pain, you are suddenly aware of every part of your person and how it aches. How to stop it? How to get it out? I have no idea, but I know I need to figure it out, and fast before it interferes with two of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-85874623?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85874623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85874623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85874623' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85838412</id><published>2002-12-11T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T09:47:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! SNOW DAY!&lt;br /&gt;actually its more like some sort of sleet/ ice day, but what the hell, school is cancelled nonetheless. Finally some time to sleep in and maybe study for that phyisics test that was supposed to be today. But besides sleeping and the mandatory cleaning of one's room, what do you do on a snow day with no snow??? im still at a loss. Hopefully in a couple of hours ppl will start waking up (like around 2 p.m.) and then we can go hang out some where.... if we're allowed to drive in the sleet/ice. hmmm what a sucky way to have a snow day. &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/4005552-85838412?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85838412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85838412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85838412' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85837951</id><published>2002-12-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T09:18:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh the effects of boredom......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203:?&lt;br /&gt;piscezpiko: so what exactly are you saying....&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: lol&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: i think im bably&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: babbling&lt;br /&gt;piscezpiko: well i think i am too&lt;br /&gt;piscezpiko: so lets babble&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: k you can babble first&lt;br /&gt;piscezpiko:i have nothing ot babble about&lt;br /&gt;piscezpiko: ask me a babble question&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: i dunno either&lt;br /&gt;fatpat203: umm you ask&lt;br /&gt;&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/4005552-85837951?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85837951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85837951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85837951' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85702402</id><published>2002-12-08T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T20:33:26.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahhahahahahaha yeah i'm a thug yo! lemme bust a cap on yo ass if you actually belive that there are thugs in sewickley or at pgsas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038910932_erthugbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Thug%20Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-85702402?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85702402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85702402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85702402' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85656357</id><published>2002-12-07T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T18:36:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036308631_centresult.jpg" border="0" alt="Innocent"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course i get innocent...whats new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-85656357?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85656357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85656357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85656357' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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-4005552.post-85656310</id><published>2002-12-07T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T18:38:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036301335_mboyresult.jpg" border="0" alt="tomboy"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again theres always been a "tomboy" in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005552-85656310?l=piko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85656310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005552/posts/default/85656310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85656310' title=''/><author><name>Aimee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562683108967474286</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>
