<?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-35934401</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:12:49.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity My Party</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-8887281211022032446</id><published>2006-11-21T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:56:21.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4289/4386/1600/962117/grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4289/4386/320/888689/grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I haven't gotten my report card yet but I do have all of my marks except for LA. My marks are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social: 83 / Science: 92 / Math: 90 / French: 90 / Drama: 86 / Religion: 93 / PE: 76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. But to my mom it's really sad. My core subjects minus LA, the average is 89.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I count everything, my average is 82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my mom has made me disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and dirty moment over at Costco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheru: Deanne likes boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Only a special kind. But they're going extinct. I SHOULD MAKE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheru, Me: ROFL, LOL, LMAO, OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I love you Cheru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-8887281211022032446?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8887281211022032446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=8887281211022032446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/8887281211022032446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/8887281211022032446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116362985962649670</id><published>2006-11-15T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:31:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can 86 be good enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6148/4007/1600/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6148/4007/320/wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all, I am in 8th grade. And I did make up a boyfriend. His name is Richard Kim, his nicknames are Richie or Charmander. His favorite band is Drunken Tiger, the Korean rap group. He's 14 and has two sisters named Sasha and Cassie. I don't know if he exists but he sounds like the perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is not happy with my 83 in Social or my 86 in Science. Can it be good enough? I got 82 last year.... She told me that 90 was my failing mark. Just a message for my mom that she won't ever see: Expect more and less is what you'll get. Expect less and more is what you'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my guidlines to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want Cheru to come beat up some assholes at my school. And then we can go to T &amp;amp; T. OH OH I GOT MY HAIR CUT, CHERU! I have bangs. =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116362985962649670?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116362985962649670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116362985962649670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116362985962649670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116362985962649670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-86-be-good-enough.html' title='Can 86 be good enough?'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116295360430735160</id><published>2006-11-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:40:04.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fake Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>How low am I? I make up a fake boyfriend just so my friend's will get off of my back. And I did it so sneaky too, I'm such a good actor. Or liar, should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his name is Richard Kim. His nicknames are Richie and Charmander. His birthday is Nov. 2, 1992. He's Korean and, according to me, he's absolutely gorgeous. This lie will have many twists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good thing to know, I'm over Cisco. Sad thing is that I needed a fake boyfriend to get over him. Gah, this totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone other than the ones that I trust see this blog, then I can consider my life shot to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Cheru. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye &lt;33.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116295360430735160?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116295360430735160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116295360430735160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116295360430735160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116295360430735160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-fake-boyfriend.html' title='My Fake Boyfriend'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116285490129513717</id><published>2006-11-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T16:15:01.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnyhugs, Boyfriends and Bitches, OH MY!</title><content type='html'>So wth? In Saskatchewan, a hoodie is a 'bunnyhug'? WELL, GUYS, YOU'RE IN CALGARY NOW AND THAT MEANS YOU CALL IT LIKE THE PEOPLE HERE DO. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leanne and Cisco, back together again. I mean seriously, are you gonna stay with the bastard or not? I know you sensed it. We aren't the best of friends. But it's getting worse. Seriously. I'd be surprised if this carries on another month without you noticing. But since you're stupid and all, I guess its going to take a while 'til you realize my fake smiles and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they keep saying I'm a loner just because I'm the only one in my group without a bf. I don't need one to survive, seriously. And if you want to hook me up with hot guys that you see in the mall, that's up to you. But HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chelsea. I MISS YOU CHERU!! ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116285490129513717?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116285490129513717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116285490129513717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116285490129513717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116285490129513717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/11/bunnyhugs-boyfriends-and-bitches-oh-my.html' title='Bunnyhugs, Boyfriends and Bitches, OH MY!'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116242124119053680</id><published>2006-11-01T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:47:21.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Why Pretzels are Funny</title><content type='html'>Okay start with the positive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Vanessa and posted on the wall was "How to Make Letter Pretzels". Some crap about the kindergardeners.. Anyways, she said, "I wanna make pretzels!" My dirty mind and I said, "There's this really hawt Chinese guy that works at the pretzel place in Chinook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'd like to make pretzels with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the bitching of math tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't expect to only get 87. VANESSA! MS. I'M SO BAD AT MATH AND I HATE IT GOT 89! I feel so stupid. No offense to Vanessa but I seriously expected something totally better. My super smart Asian brain hasn't seemed to be functional after I finally admitted that I have Asian Pride. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's ASIAN, not AZN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucktards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116242124119053680?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116242124119053680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116242124119053680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116242124119053680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116242124119053680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/11/thats-why-pretzels-are-funny.html' title='That&apos;s Why Pretzels are Funny'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116198837452008843</id><published>2006-10-27T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:32:54.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for It, Bitches</title><content type='html'>So I got boograms from: Leanne, Vanessa, Mr. B, Paisley, Maria, Ashley, Cisco, Linda x2, and two more but I can't remember who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yeah.. so Leanne and Cisco might get back together. Damn them. JUST DAMN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;She was like "I don't like Kaite anymore she's different... she's like you!" And I was like "Well, then she must be pretty damn awesome!" And she totally is. And stupid stupid Leanne went "I'm turning into you." I almost said 'Is that an insult?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I hate her. She called me two things that I didn't much favor this week. 1. Useless. 2. Ugly Betty. It's like, fuck, what the hell did I do to you except EXIST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a fortune last night from Chili Island, the new restaurant near my mommy's work. It said, "An unexpected event will make your life more exciting." It better be exciting good, because I'm &lt;strong&gt;hoping for it, bitches&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on Tuesday I went and had dinner for Auntie Eye's birthday with Chelsea. I LOVE CHELSEA. CHELSEA, I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, sluts. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116198837452008843?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116198837452008843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116198837452008843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116198837452008843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116198837452008843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoping-for-it-bitches.html' title='Hoping for It, Bitches'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116155571200685846</id><published>2006-10-22T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:21:52.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled Like a Brat</title><content type='html'>Ohkay, well I didn't get the hooker boots I wanted. But my mom did get me these totally cool black peep toe wedges. From Winners because Winners is cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also got knee high socks and a pair of jeans. They're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I love Nexopia. Mr. M totally brightens up my day with a ten word message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy that's living at my dad's house let me borrow these three Korean movies. They're My Sassy Girl, Daisy and I don't know what the other one is called. They were pretty good. I cried during Daisy and the one that I don't know what it was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JI AN IS A CRY BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116155571200685846?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116155571200685846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116155571200685846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116155571200685846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116155571200685846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/10/spoiled-like-brat.html' title='Spoiled Like a Brat'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116122942186755796</id><published>2006-10-18T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:43:41.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deanne is Sad and Pissed</title><content type='html'>So start with this morning... my stomach hurt so bad I was crying. But my mom made me go to school. Then I had to lay in the nurses office from 9:30 till 11:40 waiting for her to pick me up. Then she won't buy me the boots I wanted. Now she won't write me a note to excuse me from gym. My fucking stomach hurts so fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my boots so bad. I won't pair them with my faux fur jacket if they look that fucking much like a hooker. I'm such a stupid spoiled brat. She won't even let me get a job to pay for my boots or to pay for everything that I want that I don't have money for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that cheered me up today: takeshi74 of nexopia. He's so fucking hawt. I love him. And he has so much emotion and depth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing... when my mom told me to take medicine I thought of overdosing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses from,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Selfish Bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116122942186755796?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116122942186755796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116122942186755796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116122942186755796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116122942186755796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/10/deanne-is-sad-and-pissed.html' title='Deanne is Sad and Pissed'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116112517407830688</id><published>2006-10-17T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:46:16.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So That's Where You Stick It</title><content type='html'>Ever notice how when things are going totally wrong and you feel so crappy then a few things happen to make it a little better? Well, Leanne might break up with Cisco. Officially, it's 'Break Up with Cisco Month'. I'll be the one to cut the red ribbon with the giant scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or has everyone's social calendars been on the downhill? I have nothing to do but search up stuff on fashion that I don't have. I don't know where I'm going for high school but I know one thing. &lt;a href="http://fidm.edu"&gt;http://fidm.edu&lt;/a&gt; If I don't get into that school, I seriously will kill myself. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6148/4007/1600/shirtandskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6148/4007/320/shirtandskirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely in love with this shirt. A striped shirt, a button up, a few patches and a few chains later, I'll be there. I just need to get my fashion style to begin to exist. Then I'm good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my hair. It seriously needs a major cut. I'm thinking I'm going to stop making this a pity party blog and change it to a "Ji An Trys to Get Into Fashion" blog. Seriously, if I want to get in a fashion school, I have to have a FASHION SENSE. Might as well shoot myself now. With no witty quotes like &lt;a href="http://wafflesandfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://wafflesandfashion.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; This blog is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll love you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Low Self Esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116112517407830688?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116112517407830688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116112517407830688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116112517407830688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116112517407830688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-thats-where-you-stick-it.html' title='So That&apos;s Where You Stick It'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116077722804315735</id><published>2006-10-13T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:07:20.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Limericks for You Bitches</title><content type='html'>for lauren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a girl called little miss low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;you came along and stole her dream&lt;br /&gt;you became a model&lt;br /&gt;her feelings, she bottled&lt;br /&gt;and now her ears shoot out steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for leanne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was warned at the start&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt listen since they were far apart&lt;br /&gt;you're dating her ex&lt;br /&gt;you must love the sex&lt;br /&gt;because hes just gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was bad. but just... you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for cisco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she liked you for a bit&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't fit&lt;br /&gt;she was lying in the email&lt;br /&gt;but her brain must have failed&lt;br /&gt;she thought that you wouldnt date her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... GODAMMIT! well, i guess that the last line doesnt have to rhyme... damn, even that rhymed and i didn't mean for it too. well whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wave goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Miss Low Self Esteem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116077722804315735?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116077722804315735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116077722804315735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116077722804315735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116077722804315735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-limericks-for-you-bitches.html' title='Some Limericks for You Bitches'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934401.post-116069772708906706</id><published>2006-10-12T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:34:01.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a Girl</title><content type='html'>So there's this girl. Her name is Ji An.&lt;br /&gt;The people she loves most are her cousin, Cheru; her besties, Katie, Joanne and Jace; and her mommy.&lt;br /&gt;She talks in third person.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want to like anyone because the reality that she has created in the depths of her mind has people that she knows no one can match up to.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Cheru, Katie, Jace, Joanne and Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Her 'best friend' at school has recently been asked out by her ex. Her 'best friend' said yes.&lt;br /&gt;She makes her life sound more dramatic then it is.&lt;br /&gt;Math makes her feel like a brainiac.&lt;br /&gt;Gym makes her feel like a failure.&lt;br /&gt;But her fantasy world makes her feel like a star.&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl called Little Miss Low Self Esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35934401-116069772708906706?l=pitymyparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/feeds/116069772708906706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35934401&amp;postID=116069772708906706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116069772708906706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35934401/posts/default/116069772708906706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pitymyparty.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-of-girl.html' title='Story of a Girl'/><author><name>Little Miss Low Self Esteem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15610456399969355969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
