<?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-11311216</id><updated>2011-11-30T18:24:08.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of A Lost Lover</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will probably host the plentiful woes of a lover who has lost a lover.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-112298811664895589</id><published>2005-08-02T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:44:32.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boyfriends</title><summary type='text'>Pass this on to all your girlfriends.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.geocities.com/badboyfriendscom' title='Bad Boyfriends'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/112298811664895589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=112298811664895589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/112298811664895589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/112298811664895589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-boyfriends.html' title='Bad Boyfriends'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111280803661334557</id><published>2005-04-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:34:37.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I  Can Pull Through</title><summary type='text'>So I told him.  I did.  I said that I'd give him a little while to figure out how he feels and then if he doesn't want to date me, then we'd go to being friends.  He took this as I'd met someone else, and I just wanted to make sure he didn't want me before I started dating this other guy.  I explained it to him.  I al;ready know he's going to say he doesn't know what he wants.  Monday night I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111280803661334557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111280803661334557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111280803661334557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111280803661334557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-can-pull-through.html' title='I  Can Pull Through'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111262432488041231</id><published>2005-04-04T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T18:31:44.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Cave, Don't Cave</title><summary type='text'>I'm a weakling.  I haven't been up to much.  Doug went to Washington on Wednesday and got back Sunday night.  we fought before he left, while he was gone and I was still mad when he got back.  I'm really unhappy, and I just can't do this anymore.  It's tearing me apart to be with him like this.  It's not going anywhere.I went over to his place when he called me around 830pm, and we had - some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111262432488041231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111262432488041231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111262432488041231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111262432488041231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-cave-dont-cave.html' title='Don&apos;t Cave, Don&apos;t Cave'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111202329253537677</id><published>2005-03-28T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:21:32.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I owned a Gun...</title><summary type='text'>I I owned a gun, I'd probably shoot myself right now.  I get to work to find a post-it notes on top of all the files I gave my supervisor to sign so I could give the finalized transfer registers to my coworker.  These files are back on my desk, and the note says: I need to sign hard copies of the transfers.  Please reprint on hard cards.Bullshit! Bullshit!  Bullshit!So I go to my kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111202329253537677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111202329253537677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111202329253537677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111202329253537677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-owned-gun.html' title='If I owned a Gun...'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111176193686017837</id><published>2005-03-25T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:45:36.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:::So Behind:::</title><summary type='text'>I am so behind - practically behind in life at this stage. But aren't we all behind someone in life? Guys - get your head out of the gutter!Let's take a look at where I should be:married (god I really want that one too)Graduating from school in a yearDebt FreeAll of my schoolwork Turned inLet's look at Where I AM!Single - god that sucks. I'm at an "in-between" with my ex.Won't be graduating until</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111176193686017837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111176193686017837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111176193686017837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111176193686017837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-behind.html' title=':::So Behind:::'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111160447131372301</id><published>2005-03-23T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:01:11.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>As said by my guy  Douglas..."There's always enough time to get some ding-aling."In reference to my leaving this morning without jumping him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111160447131372301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111160447131372301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111160447131372301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111160447131372301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111151893711782898</id><published>2005-03-22T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T14:15:37.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Sprint</title><summary type='text'>So Suncom has basically disintigrated.  Cingular has sucked them into their vortez, customer service has basically disappeared and you wait for hours to get to a representative.  I signed up with sprint after finding out if I cancelled my plan with Suncom I wouldn't get charged the termination fee.  I transferred my number.  Mistake # 1.  That might cost me $200 because I'll be cancelling my plan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111151893711782898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111151893711782898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111151893711782898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111151893711782898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-to-sprint.html' title='On to Sprint'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111141497541656881</id><published>2005-03-21T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:22:55.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suncom/Cingular</title><summary type='text'>I am so pissed about this.  Trying to get into the stores is ridiculous.  You have to wait outside and only 10 people are allowed at a time.  Then they run out of phones and sim cards.  You can't even get anyone on the phone.  I want to cancel my service contract, and am going to see if I can, since my contract is with suncom, not cingular, adn i bought a 300 dollar phone they don't support.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111141497541656881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111141497541656881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111141497541656881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111141497541656881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/suncomcingular.html' title='Suncom/Cingular'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111115137531233354</id><published>2005-03-18T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T08:09:35.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting All the Time</title><summary type='text'>We are fighting all the time.  yesterday he didn't even seem happy to see me, though he said he had missed me.  He just ignored me and watched tv.  Then his phone rings, and the song "I like big butts and i cannot lie" plays for this caller.  And I'm like - whose ringtone is that?  And he says I don't know.  And I said, "You're so lying.  It's probably some girls."  And he says that i'm probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111115137531233354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111115137531233354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111115137531233354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111115137531233354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/fighting-all-time.html' title='Fighting All the Time'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111107111146379447</id><published>2005-03-17T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:06:45.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slam</title><summary type='text'>I crossed that line to talk to you.  I’m sure you remember the line, it was the one you always told me not to cross, the one you said you would stop talking to me for if I stepped over it again, and you said that every time I took that leap.  But I always took it to talk to you.  Because without stepping over the line I came to a wall.  A brick wall.  So wide, and so long, and so tall I couldn’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111107111146379447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111107111146379447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111107111146379447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111107111146379447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/slam.html' title='&lt;font color=#99ffff&gt;Slam&lt;/font color=#99ffff&gt;'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111090318877999084</id><published>2005-03-15T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:13:08.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I help you?</title><summary type='text'>I take so much upon myself.  I realize this.  I can't help but help him.  He has a research paper due on Saturday for his economics class.  He is barely passing, and figures he's going to fail, so he's just given up.  I took it upon myself to gather all the info on his paper, and we'll sit down tonight or tomorrow night and discuss what we'll cover and how we'll write it.  The truth is - I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111090318877999084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111090318877999084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111090318877999084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111090318877999084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-can-i-help-you.html' title='How can I help you?'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111082975335584906</id><published>2005-03-14T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:49:13.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I Die?</title><summary type='text'>You Will Die at Age 73    73  You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...And how you'll die as well.What Age Will You Die?How unfair is that though?  I don't live recklessly.  But then - 73 is pretty good.  I don't think I'd want a really long life.  I don't want to be old and unable to take care of myself.  Being old and sick and on the edge of dying... I think that's a pretty average</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111082975335584906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111082975335584906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111082975335584906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111082975335584906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-will-i-die.html' title='When will I Die?'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111082772811673284</id><published>2005-03-14T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:15:28.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Years - I'm the girl wearing the glasses.This is Doug.... he's 6'5"He's a little sunburnt here.This is me last year when my hair was short.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111082772811673284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111082772811673284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111082772811673284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111082772811673284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-years-im-girl-wearing-glasses.html' title=''/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111082683736553870</id><published>2005-03-14T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:02:41.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><summary type='text'> Friday I left early from work, and doug and I went out to lunch.  We met up to talk.  He said that he didn't cheat on me.  He was just friends with the girl, and that he was sorry he had lied about sleeping with her but it had only been one time and before we started dating.  I told him that I didn't trust him.  There was so much evidence against him and I saw things the way they seemed.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111082683736553870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111082683736553870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111082683736553870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111082683736553870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111054630787871965</id><published>2005-03-11T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:05:07.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who texted me</title><summary type='text'>He sent me several text messages:1. I didn't cheat on u. i cant stop thinking about my baby i mis u2. nm u shouldnt respond i dont deserve u. u deserve u but i cant breathe. i just wish we didnt fight so much 2 little 2 late i gues3. I never lied. i was tru to u wile we dated. sory bout lying bout slpn with her. i need u. i wud do nething.I don't know what exactly he is up to.  He's such a liar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111054630787871965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111054630787871965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111054630787871965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111054630787871965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/guess-who-texted-me.html' title='Guess Who texted me'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111045926877032794</id><published>2005-03-10T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T08:07:25.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Me?</title><summary type='text'>So Lauren... the girl my ex cheated on me with, was on AOL yesterday, so I suspect she got the email I had forwarded to her. Re: previous blog entry.  And I totally expected to get a phone call from Doug where he told me off for being a totally conniving bitch.  In which I would have pleaded total ignorance.  I mean - it was sent from his email addy.  But I never did.  If I'd had Breanna's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111045926877032794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111045926877032794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111045926877032794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111045926877032794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/who-me.html' title='&lt;font color=teal&gt;Who Me?&lt;/font color=teal&gt;'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111038453655878421</id><published>2005-03-09T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T11:08:56.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Two</title><summary type='text'>So I'm writing a novel called Take Two, and I know on the other site I post on, that when I post anything it becaomes their property.  Which means I can never have it published without plagerizing.  So I'm curious what Blogger's copyright and property laws are because this is a real WIp (work in progress) I'm doing and hoping to target Harelquin Blaze.  If anyone knows anything about this, let me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111038453655878421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111038453655878421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111038453655878421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111038453655878421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/take-two.html' title='Take Two'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111037521919809895</id><published>2005-03-09T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:43:30.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Bad</title><summary type='text'> Bad to the bones.  Doug and I met up last night to exchange some things we still had from each other.  I had "I hate everything about you" By Three Days Grace blaring from my speakers when he drove up.  He had his friend House with him.  The coward.  Didn't want to give me an opportunity to say anything to him.  Just shoved my stuff inside the car, took his and drove off.  I almost laughed.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111037521919809895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111037521919809895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111037521919809895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111037521919809895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-so-bad.html' title='&lt;font color=#8A8F9E&gt;I&apos;m so Bad&lt;/font color=#8A8F9E&gt;'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11311216.post-111029422410867471</id><published>2005-03-08T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:27:18.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'> No, I'd Rather Have a Happy Ending</title><summary type='text'>So I think I’m going to write myself a happy ending.  Because if I don’t, I don’t think I can go on.  Everyone writes the same thing about loving someone and being hurt by them.  Sure there’s the same gaping hole in all our chests’, but each person’s pain is separate, different – dependent on the pain the lover inflicts on the person who loves them. I just want to strangle him.  How bad is that?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/feeds/111029422410867471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11311216&amp;postID=111029422410867471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111029422410867471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11311216/posts/default/111029422410867471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostlovertales.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-id-rather-have-happy-ending.html' title='&lt;font color=pink&gt; No, I&apos;d Rather Have a Happy Ending&lt;/font color=pink&gt;'/><author><name>Lost Lover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11282500047884353373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://g.myspace.com/00046/88/97/46687988_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
