<?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-9148618</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:59:54.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>illbehoss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbehoss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbehoss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay</name><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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148618.post-1820146118735420430</id><published>2010-05-21T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:53:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like Myself List</title><content type='html'>i feel kind of bad about myself today, so i'm making a list of things i like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. my mom loving me.&lt;br /&gt;2. my nongooglyness over prettyboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, oh, i totally forgot to tell you this part: that movie, elf? i cried. there's a part where a girl brings back christmas cheer by getting over her fear of public singing, and it was SO touching. so i cried. and then when the movie was over, i turned to my 14-year-old sister, freshman in high school, and i said, "i cried in the part when the girl sang." and she said, "you are so lame" and started walking a little faster. my little sister is SO MUCH CUTER and cooler than i ever was or will be. sigh. okay...back to my list, hope you enjoyed that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my excellent taste in friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. my bloggityblog&lt;br /&gt;5. my excellent b.s. radar.&lt;br /&gt;6. my ability to justify anything, at any time. i should do bar mitzvahs or something, i'm incredible.&lt;br /&gt;7. my secret belly dance aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;8. my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;9. my hair.&lt;br /&gt;10. my rocknroll psychoanalytical skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who else is awake? eh? EH? i'm lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148618-1820146118735420430?l=illbehoss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illbehoss.blogspot.com/feeds/1820146118735420430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148618&amp;postID=1820146118735420430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148618/posts/default/1820146118735420430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148618/posts/default/1820146118735420430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illbehoss.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-myself-list.html' title='I Like Myself List'/><author><name>Jay</name><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>
