<?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-6365986</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:29.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Umm yeah here's where you all get to be voyeurs and live your sick and twisted little lives through me :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-113107414524079792</id><published>2005-11-03T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:16:40.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my new blog is at xanga.com/jen21203</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/113107414524079792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/113107414524079792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113107414524079792' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-110270453387885476</id><published>2004-12-10T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T10:48:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Jens x-mas listDVD’s Pitch Black DVD Dark Fury DVD Gift Cards Gift cards to: lane Bryant, Burlington coat factory,  Best Buy, circuit city. Computer stuff 256 or 512 mb pc133 memory DVD Burner 40 gb hard drive or larger Web Cam Digital Camera etc New box spring (full) Money for clothes Scuncci Steam Cleaner (as seen on TV) Good work out shoes by new balance, adidas, or K-swiss  size 10w(wide </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/110270453387885476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/110270453387885476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110270453387885476' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-108139243636450099</id><published>2004-04-07T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T19:51:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i need prozac and some intense thereapy. i dunno i've just been really down and out. feeling really alonefor some stupid reason. i just grr. i need to take a step back...but i can't even get my head out of the hole i've dug myself into. becky is trying her best but it just aint happening. frank...yeah frank is in his own little world right now and i doubt he gives two shits. i can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108139243636450099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108139243636450099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139243636450099' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-108104144337218982</id><published>2004-04-03T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T17:21:05.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my finger hurts a staple bit me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108104144337218982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108104144337218982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104144337218982' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-108097165361557094</id><published>2004-04-02T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T21:57:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remmber a time when you made me feel beautifulbut now you just make me feel repulsivelike even the soggiest garbage pile isnt worth my presancei'm sick of loving youwhen you obviously don't love me backi remmeber when you begged to tell mebut now...was it just all an act?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108097165361557094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108097165361557094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097165361557094' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-108097152811446667</id><published>2004-04-02T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T21:55:49.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have pink eye. i'm making chilli. i think my boyfriend stopped loving me a long ass time ago. and becky is going to be 20 tomorrow. i don't have a damn dime to get her a present. the whole school thinks i look like a fucking guy and frank just relished telling me this. my hair is purple. and i really like my cat shelby. i swear to damn much. i got a 17 on my end phase test. i would have been up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108097152811446667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108097152811446667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097152811446667' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-108044977328337117</id><published>2004-03-27T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T20:59:45.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey peeps/ worked was okay. kim is a saving grace. i got a present for lily but frank decided to go out so i couldn't go over there and give it to her. beck and i are watching rundown. the rock is kinda hot. later babe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108044977328337117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108044977328337117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108044977328337117' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-108035325304883698</id><published>2004-03-26T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T18:11:04.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jon blows major fucking balls. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108035325304883698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/108035325304883698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108035325304883698' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107996170519570649</id><published>2004-03-22T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T05:25:09.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've decided that love is hard work. kinda like married people say marrage is hard work. if there isn't communication and trust then you have nothing. its really hard for me to trust becasue i've been taken advantage of in the past. being gulable really sucks. anyway i really need to start to go to work. if i keep this up i'm going to get fired. i just hate being there and i really did not feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107996170519570649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107996170519570649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996170519570649' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107991281388475367</id><published>2004-03-21T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T15:50:17.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god damn it what the fuck is wrong with me. i always swore to myself that i was not going to be like this when i started dating. what drew me to frank was how wounded he was. i wanted to help him heal. i mean i was so scared of getting into this realtionship that i waited five months before i could finally say yes...and that was all because he promised he wouldn't hurt me. i mean i cried in his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107991281388475367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107991281388475367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107991281388475367' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107951058106037032</id><published>2004-03-16T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T00:06:18.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_____how can i trust you now_____you say this to my faceyet in your heart lies nothingi ask my self nowwhyto the darknesswhybut no answer do i getand though i'm bleeding ironicly i wish your armswere around mei cry out through my tearshe promisedhe promisedyou promisedhe said he'd never hurt mewas that just the first lietold to calm my fearsnow i know how you workhow your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107951058106037032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107951058106037032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107951058106037032' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107932148744550416</id><published>2004-03-14T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T19:34:41.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe my boy toy finally read my blog. *shrug* i feel like i only right on here when i super depressed...which is prolly true. but hey i got a really good grade on my first phase. which is cool. missed most class time of everyone in the class combined but hey thats okay. whatever i was gettin laid. i dunno i've just been thinking. and travis broke up with justien becuase i dunno. it was getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107932148744550416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107932148744550416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932148744550416' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107889054513641165</id><published>2004-03-09T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:52:12.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my belly exercise log...yeah never mind. so whats up people? School is going okay. a lot of tens on the tests. but i hate going to school when i'm just bored out of my mind. becky's mom went fucking postal on her. really pissed me off. damn bitch. jon called me out of the blue. thursday is the next deadline. i'm gonna go over there before school and demand to get a check. then i'll buy my new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107889054513641165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107889054513641165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889054513641165' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107847839595943999</id><published>2004-03-05T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T01:22:57.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know. i never thought i could feel so alone and yet be so close to some one. is it some kind of inherited power to just turn off that connection? you know that thing inside you that recognises the other person. i mean i feel like i'm always open always on and i have no shelter, no relief. but a few times in my life i've found someone else that kind of is on the same wave legnth. and those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107847839595943999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107847839595943999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107847839595943999' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107810849028328427</id><published>2004-02-29T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:37:45.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey everybody. whats up. so frank called last night. i don't know when. i had taken a sleeping pill cause i was too upset or worried to sleep. i have to get my sorry butt outta bed at 5 in morning tomorrow so i took another one. last time though. i really don't feel like being addicted to sleeping pills. *yuck* umm yeah i don't know whats wrong with me but i really miss frank. i got my pictures </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107810849028328427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107810849028328427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810849028328427' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107802681906942495</id><published>2004-02-28T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T19:56:32.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey peeps. frank is MIA since last night i hope he is okay. i cut my hair all chort again. tomorrow becky is going to color it for me. and i am really tired...not much else to say. later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107802681906942495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107802681906942495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107802681906942495' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107749847561441414</id><published>2004-02-22T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T17:10:42.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom went psyco the other day. but i cleaned the bathroom so thats okay now. she made breakfast this morning. and i missed it casue frank said he was going to make breakfast...and he didn't. :( his mom made hamburgers. i'm going to go chill with becky soon. were denny's ing it up. its really great to talk to her again. later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107749847561441414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107749847561441414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107749847561441414' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107715598247110589</id><published>2004-02-18T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:02:22.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay haven't updated in a while i know. and those last few were pretty scary. but mentally i'm fine. jon is still an ass and has officially dissapeared. his grandma answered the cell when i called. wheather or not jon was actually not there is up for debate. do i care? not really. i'm to feed up to care. i'll get his sorry ass. i haven't made any threats but i'll start if i have to. damn it biatch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107715598247110589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107715598247110589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715598247110589' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107670154556471370</id><published>2004-02-13T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:48:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know you have friends and boyfriends to suport you emotionally when your down and out. when they come through its like wow. your whole day brightens and it just doesn't seem too bad. but when they don't come through its...its that much worse becasue then. then your are being stabbed in the back by those that call you friend. you know a hug goes a long way. and when your pain is underestimated</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107670154556471370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107670154556471370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670154556471370' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107665551290043044</id><published>2004-02-12T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:01:04.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alcohol...it numbs the pain till tomorow. lets you forget how fucked up your life is. lets you imiagine you have friends that care. lets the tears fall dry and silent. lets your world become perfect. hide in it. revel in it. i really need more alcohol that after shock shit burns.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107665551290043044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107665551290043044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665551290043044' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107665093119155061</id><published>2004-02-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:44:42.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I trusted you and now whatI can’t believe I was so god damn blindYou were just using mecongratulations I feel usedI wish I had you in front of me nowsee what you’ve doneBut you’d only live long enough To understandThen I’d rip out your guts Shove them down your throat Let you choke on your black insides</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107665093119155061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107665093119155061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665093119155061' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107665036734422310</id><published>2004-02-12T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:35:19.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know people really suck. i'm so god damn sick of being stood up and blown off that i could scream. for all that i've done for people or rather one person and this is the kind of treatment i get. wtf? thats all i really have to say. wtf did i ever do to that son of a bitch except everything last god damn thing he asked. i'm so done its not even funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107665036734422310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107665036734422310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107665036734422310' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107663544964176907</id><published>2004-02-12T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:26:41.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yea positive response from the beckster. finally got a hold of that ass Jon fro my god damn money...i swear i was going to haul off and hit the fucker. at least get him fired. lol jk anywho i'm bored so i think i'm gonna play some yahoo pool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107663544964176907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107663544964176907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663544964176907' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107653455161925502</id><published>2004-02-11T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T13:25:01.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umm yeah so what do you do when your best friend of five years sends you an e-mail saying she doesn't hate you...i mean does that mean she wants to talk? or get together? or is she just clearing the air? i am really tripping here. but i have an e-mail ready to sned back to her...but ehh waiting a little bit before i send it...digestion time u know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107653455161925502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107653455161925502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107653455161925502' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107647043639465829</id><published>2004-02-10T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:36:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i wandered into the kitchen and my mom had the great idea that i should make cookies...so i did. chocolate chip cookies. and they turned out a little flat. not so great tasting. at least i didn't burn them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107647043639465829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107647043639465829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647043639465829' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107647030872601822</id><published>2004-02-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:34:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107647030872601822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107647030872601822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647030872601822' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107645048770123863</id><published>2004-02-10T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:03:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay i just got a fucking parking ticket in the god damn mail for park or stand on cross walk!?! Chicago is fucked up and i only blocked a whole 6 freakin inches of the damn side walk. grrr!!! 50 bucks? i don't think so. arg. i hate chicago. build some freakin parking already. just because i was in the mexican ghetto doesn't mean that they don't deserve parking...i don't care if they couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107645048770123863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107645048770123863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645048770123863' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107610651505887331</id><published>2004-02-06T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T14:30:58.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold= snow shovel fight + bigger younger brother + Snow mixed with hair dripping down the backyes... yes i got schooled and shower in the same snow fight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107610651505887331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107610651505887331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610651505887331' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107609870270605433</id><published>2004-02-06T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T12:20:45.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey...i look like i've been abused...really really big hickies on my neck...a few bite marks...i think i have a bruise on my breast...yeah umm...but it was fun. so that counts for something right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107609870270605433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107609870270605433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609870270605433' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107602981959255944</id><published>2004-02-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T17:12:41.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi. i'm sad, Snuggles is getting sick. he doesn't feel good and i feel bad cause he feels bad and its just a vicious cycle! what is it about snow that scares people? so what if my brakes are bad...i couldn't stop on snow even if i had cross drilled vented rotors...if my shitty tires are slipping nothing short of a curb or another car is going to stop me. sides...i've driven through worse...(i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107602981959255944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107602981959255944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602981959255944' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107577614823652112</id><published>2004-02-02T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T18:44:46.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey ya'll "Something bout those little pills/the pills/the thrills/ they yeild until they kill a million brain cells/ something about those little pills"yup i think i like techno...even when i'm not dancing...aint that scary</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107577614823652112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107577614823652112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577614823652112' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107540582665681687</id><published>2004-01-29T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T11:52:38.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you realise that the federal government took out 10% of my income!!! 1200 bucks! but hey at least i'm getting 700 back . :) nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107540582665681687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107540582665681687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540582665681687' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107535271435777506</id><published>2004-01-28T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:07:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Matches, Matches, Fire on a stick. Whoa!"-foamynew IllWillPress Episode. BURN BABY BURN.i laughed my arse off check it out.http://www.illwillpress.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107535271435777506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107535271435777506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535271435777506' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107532941835383051</id><published>2004-01-28T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:39:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi ya'll. i'mpainting my nails red..dark burgundy red. cool huh? i thought so. yeah i'm just bumming sround again trying to get some modivation to file my tax return...arg you know they took out 1200 bucks! geeze! i hope i get a lot of it back. that would be sweet. need the money too lata baba</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107532941835383051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107532941835383051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532941835383051' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107524904500155636</id><published>2004-01-27T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T16:19:34.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi i just ordered new tongue rings! yea! happy jen. had to work today Christina is a bitch. but other than that it was busy so not too bad. i'm just vegging around right now chillin. wondering how franks fix it date went with adrea or wait no aAdreana...arg i don't know what her name is but it starts with an A. so anyway. i've got two bottles of O3 that haven't been drank yet so i think i might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107524904500155636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107524904500155636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524904500155636' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107516330650570677</id><published>2004-01-26T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:30:34.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"now the automotive scene is blessed witha variety of style bravado unmatched since perhaps the 1950's. But with that blessing comes a curse. for every boldly beautiful new desgin that attracts legions of fans, there is an over reach, or an outright miss that leaves people averting there eyes (insert "Aztek" here)." From Motor trend Mag. nice huh? lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107516330650570677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107516330650570677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516330650570677' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107516077561607785</id><published>2004-01-26T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T15:48:23.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey peeps whats new. i'm jsut chilling at home. i think i fianlly figured whqat kind of tattoo i want. its a twist on the band Cold's symbol the spyder. www.coldonline.com but there will be a pic on the site as soon as i get it. i think its kind of timeless, cool , but not something i'm going to get tired of. so its cool. later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107516077561607785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107516077561607785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107516077561607785' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107506893986854715</id><published>2004-01-25T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T14:17:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey yall, i don't want to go to work today...grr. i hope i'm working with Kim so i can blow off some steam and just bitch the whole night. i am really starting to hate my job. i need a new one. any ideas? The butterfly Effect was AWESOME. i highly recomend it to anyone even slightly interested in psycology or time travel. its one big love story but its got plenty of violence and gore. i jumped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107506893986854715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107506893986854715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107506893986854715' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107491875610861852</id><published>2004-01-23T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:34:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi peeps. just waiting with my thumb up my butt for frank. were gonna go see the butterfly Effect. i'll let you know if its any good. but hey at elast its got sum eye candy right? Ashton...yeah he's aiight looking. but anyway i've got less than a month until UTI Starts...i am really excited and really scared too. i want to blow everyone away with how good i do. i know i have a lot to prove to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107491875610861852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107491875610861852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491875610861852' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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-6365986.post-107474350453128271</id><published>2004-01-21T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:53:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi ya'll just seeing if this works. we'll see if i update it more often than my web page</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107474350453128271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6365986/posts/default/107474350453128271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasper9903.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474350453128271' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685735788859560070</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>
