<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191</id><updated>2009-07-12T13:16:51.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heals The Original Dryness</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i am no longer a faerie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;it was not vanity that drew her to the mirror;&lt;br&gt; it was the amazement at seeing her own "I."&lt;br&gt; -the unbearable lightness of being</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/6844538108680883813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-really-nice-feeling-that-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-8293899484457467485</id><published>2007-07-17T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:15:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just turned down a booty call. cause i need to stop depending on other people's expectations of me. i need to better my relationship with myself so i can trust myself rather than falling into a cyclical cycle of depending on other people for fulfillment which just ends up freaking them out and pushing them away, leaving me with the lonelyness i'm trying to avoid in the first place.i want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8293899484457467485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=8293899484457467485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/8293899484457467485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/8293899484457467485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-turned-down-booty-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-5439457225657690844</id><published>2007-06-10T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:06:54.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku's formerly on facebook, but i decided i wanted to go a different route after i wrote the last two and realized i was getting defensive, and don't want to have any of that on facebook, so we're changing it up a little. but i wanted to keep these around, so i copy/pasted over here, but got distracted between the two steps and was freaked out that i lost everything by copy/pasting somethign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5439457225657690844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=5439457225657690844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/5439457225657690844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/5439457225657690844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2007/06/haikus-formerly-on-facebook-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-5690695111156351687</id><published>2007-03-09T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:46:53.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5690695111156351687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=5690695111156351687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/5690695111156351687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/5690695111156351687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2007/03/photo-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-116841407062412535</id><published>2007-01-09T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:27:50.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a beer in me and blogging seemed like a good ideawhy do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?just like me, they long to be close to you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/116841407062412535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=116841407062412535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116841407062412535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116841407062412535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-beer-in-me-and-blogging-seemed.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-116037791251154073</id><published>2006-10-09T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:11:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel very sad that there are people out there who do not love their naked self</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/116037791251154073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=116037791251154073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116037791251154073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116037791251154073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-very-sad-that-there-are-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-116029612988651353</id><published>2006-10-08T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:28:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but we're not meant to be alone! we're meant to be with others! we do not SURVIVE on our own! babies die if they are not given physical contact! so how the hell are we supposed to feel complete within ourselves? how are we supposed to fill our own void? its not in our nature! we are denying nature. to what, make ourselves feel better? that bad feeling is there so that we work to acheive the happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/116029612988651353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=116029612988651353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116029612988651353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116029612988651353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-were-not-meant-to-be-alone-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-116017799595509368</id><published>2006-10-06T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T01:22:28.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I believe that it is better to tell the truth than to lie. I believe that it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe that it is better to know than be ignorant."Thank you, H.L. Mencken (no relation)"Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."-Slaughterhouse-Five</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/116017799595509368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=116017799595509368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116017799595509368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/116017799595509368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-believe-that-it-is-better-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-114439716245516640</id><published>2006-04-07T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:06:02.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in squeezing my toothpaste onto my toothbrush this morning (it is 1 am) the initial sqeeze, due to some blockage of dried toothpaste around the opening, provided two bulbs of toothpaste. the continuing stream, being stretched along the toothbrush, became one line, and upon releasing the squeeze of the toothpaste, the last bit created a small bulg of the last of the toothpaste squeezed fromt the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/114439716245516640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=114439716245516640' title='0 Comments'/><link 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really awesome music festival! happy happy joy joy! i really hope this doesn't fuck over an unknown work schedule...early birthday present to me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/114402464809950770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=114402464809950770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114402464809950770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114402464809950770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-going-to-sasquatch-going-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-114349073023335339</id><published>2006-03-27T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T12:18:50.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate patterns. actually, i love patterns, thats why i seek them and see them everywhere. but i hate this pattern. cause it doesn't bode well for me. in terms of backround boys all hooking up these days. i sense a lot of disappointment in the near future. but not direct disappointment. just the frustrating indirect kind that i can't actually do anything about because it's not a direct action </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/114349073023335339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=114349073023335339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114349073023335339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114349073023335339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-patterns.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-114345161013502031</id><published>2006-03-27T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:26:50.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really hate finding out over the internet that guys i like now are "In A Relationship" maybe having a computer in my room was a bad idea...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/114345161013502031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=114345161013502031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114345161013502031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114345161013502031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-really-hate-finding-out-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-114181090609791188</id><published>2006-03-08T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:41:46.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I said "bukak3" (spelling changed to hopefully avoid weird google hits) really loud in a japanese restaraunt. a small japanese restaraunt. where my voice was the only one going on. and we had been talking about other shit that you don't usually talk about in restaraunts but neither of us were really people with tact. and its going to get us into trouble someday. one of the old ladys that works </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/114181090609791188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=114181090609791188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114181090609791188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/114181090609791188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-said-bukak3-spelling-changed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112597473710047909</id><published>2005-09-05T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:45:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i now own a g-stringand matching langerieand a really cool beltand a digital camerai really need a bfexcept i don'tand i'm going to new york/europe in a few weeks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112597473710047909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112597473710047909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112597473710047909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112597473710047909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-now-own-g-string-and-matching.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112538972506308829</id><published>2005-08-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:15:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally find an amazing, sweet guy, who's able to say "i'm sorry", more than once, ....and he's moves to guamand takes way too long to get back to me, but so far he has a 6 month record to beat in terms of how long it takes a guy to call me back. bleh, and 2 am confessions of love, no, maybe just confused feelings, never end up sounding the way i want them to. or at least reading them the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112538972506308829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112538972506308829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112538972506308829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112538972506308829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-finally-find-amazing-sweet-guy-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112513325629460003</id><published>2005-08-27T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T02:00:56.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what does it all mean... sometimes i wonder...and get very confused...</summary><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112509456110195068</id><published>2005-08-26T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:16:01.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>him: heyNeeliaBuzz: hihim: how ya doinNeeliaBuzz: betterhim: goodhim: just wanted to make sure you were alrightNeeliaBuzz: failed writing 1him: ohNeeliaBuzz: yeahhim: im sorryNeeliaBuzz: went home, called my mom, things'll be okhim: goodNeeliaBuzz: got a ride home with christina and tommy gomez, talked to them about it, reassuring hearing from two people with MFA's that its not a huge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112509456110195068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112509456110195068' title='0 Comments'/><link 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god, i don't know what i would do. if seeing him unexpectedly on saturday night live reduces me to a giggling melting pile of... i don't even know! its not right i tell you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112461245264606069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112461245264606069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112461245264606069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112461245264606069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg-colin-farrell.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112454440696470335</id><published>2005-08-20T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T06:26:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a test to see who you are and if you actually pay attention to my blog.i have just entered and entry that no one should ever see if they want to keep their self respect. tho not as bad as some of the shit out there, this is on par with a mild "the aristocrats" joke. i would not want this to be out there in a way that just anyone could stumble on, in fact i can think of quite a few people, even if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112454440696470335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112454440696470335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112454440696470335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112454440696470335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/test-to-see-who-you-are-and-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112437861631846565</id><published>2005-08-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:23:36.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love this book, our musicals, ourselves. i suddenly understand why i didn't like grease and little shop when i was younger. because they invoke nostalgia. a nostalgia i didn't have. and in terms of grease, still don't have. little shop i think has gotten to me thru other means, nostalgia of having seen it in the past and listening to it and memories from childhood etc. plus i really like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112437861631846565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112437861631846565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112437861631846565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112437861631846565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-this-book-our-musicals.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112426734329098329</id><published>2005-08-17T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:29:03.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bottle of wine and a silk shirt after a well deserved showerwish you were here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112426734329098329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112426734329098329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112426734329098329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112426734329098329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/bottle-of-wine-and-silk-shirt-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112244967040580717</id><published>2005-07-27T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:34:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have just bought an ipod and will soon be transfering all my music files onto it. the question that begs to be asked now: what shall be the first song i listen to off my brand spanking new ipod?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112244967040580717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112244967040580717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112244967040580717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2998191/posts/default/112244967040580717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-just-bought-ipod-and-will-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Quoth the Raven</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09498904745282044762'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998191.post-112227580573242217</id><published>2005-07-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:16:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NeeliaBuzz: oh my god, i had a frikken date tonight!NeeliaBuzz: must brag to someone!NeeliaBuzz: it was so normal!!!NeeliaBuzz: like how it works in sitcoms!NeeliaBuzz: it was really nice!NeeliaBuzz: we met up at a coffee shop and chatted for a while then we walked around a bit then got dinner, then came to my place and watched a movieNeeliaBuzz: and got to leaning on eachother and arms around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neeliabuzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112227580573242217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2998191&amp;postID=112227580573242217' title='0 Comments'/><link 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