<?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-2995499</id><updated>2009-10-09T10:04:43.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEiL</title><subtitle type='html'>My damn thoughts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3786680</id><published>2001-05-24T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T22:01:29.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't updated this in a long, long, time. Let me tell the maybe two of you that actually read this, what has happened. Alison and I broke up. Yeah, we both kind of realized that we both annoy eachother, and well, it ended. I am back together, however, with miss Alicia Mize. This is about the fourth time we have gone out, and this time has to be the best. I actually feel somewhat comfortable around her now, and I feel more confident about how she feels toward me. She was, and still is my first love. &lt;br /&gt;Geesh, I bet those of you who read this must think I am some sort of relationship flake. I am always talking about what "New" girlfriend I have. Well, just to let you know...I am flakey, but the only person I have ever felt or wanted to stay with is Alicia. Like she said the other night, we both feel oukward if we are not with eachother. It sucks too, because I know last time when we broke up, it hurt more than I could have ever imagined a break-up could. I know she knows how I feel, and I am pretty confident she feels the same way. She means a lot to me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, aside from my EMO-life. Social Deviance broke up. they finally made a CD and were on the verge of actually becoming known and they broke up. Music is a funny business. Make sure you are in it with the right group of fellas. Bah, I am tired as hell though, so I will write to you guys and gals later. I am going to try and fall asleep after lying in bed for hours thinking and pondering over relationship woes. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;Night all my party people. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and check out the band "Dashboard Confessionals." They fuckin rock my balls off...but in an EMO/indie kinda way. If your a pussy, you'll love this shit. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3786680?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3786680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3786680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_05_20_archive.html#3786680' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3166536</id><published>2001-04-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-11T19:11:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am over here at Josh's house right now. (Josh Auer). I think I amoing to hang out with these guys tonight, along with Beau and Chris. Alisn is out with my ex-ex-girlfriend tonight...heh..and I think they are doing a girl's night out thing. Hopefully Something cool goes down tonight, and I hope that Alisonhas a good time. &lt;br /&gt;Hey check out my friends' web site for their band "Social Deviance" http://mp3.com/socialdeviance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later,&lt;br /&gt;NEiL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3166536?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3166536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3166536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3166536' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3143111</id><published>2001-04-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T09:46:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it is 9:30, and I am just starting this blog. I think I woke up about 10 minutes ago, and I am still in a sleepy state. I got the Groovy Ghoulies playing and that shit is not waking me up. Bah. Hmm, let's see, at 11 I think I am going to go do something with Alison, then I am going to go tan, and then skate. Ahh, it was so sick yesterday. i think I am giong to bluntslide the rail at the Centinniel Park pretty soon. I was getting used to it yesterday, but i will pull it off in a week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5000 Spaceships watching over me"&lt;br /&gt;                      -Groovy Ghoulies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3143111?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3143111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3143111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3143111' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3138748</id><published>2001-04-10T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T00:52:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did I mention that the band "&lt;b&gt;Electric Frankenstein&lt;/b&gt;" is great? they are. download "&lt;i&gt;coolest little monster&lt;/i&gt;". and that is some shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3138748?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3138748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3138748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3138748' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3138737</id><published>2001-04-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T00:50:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! Well I just got back from the store. We had to get some emergency muchie foods for our household. Yay! I got some gummy bears, which fucking rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found out today that &lt;b&gt;Diane&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Omar &lt;/b&gt;broke up. Hella! He was an ass. I hope he fries. Eat crow jackass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Alison, my Alison. You are so wonderful. I know that right now we are still in the "Honey moon" stage of our relationship, but I am so glad to be with such a unique person. You always inspire me, and I hope that in return I can reflect that same feeling back to you. I constantly realize how much of a great person you are, and how lucky I am. I mean that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crazy. I laid out, got a tan, fell asleep, went skating to the new park here in Vegas, and talked to all my niggas on the phone. Spring break rocks balls! I wish I could get drunk right now, but o well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz all!&lt;br /&gt;NEiL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3138737?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3138737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3138737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3138737' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3138498</id><published>2001-04-10T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-10T00:11:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh....I can't believe I let this thing go without posting for a few days. How shitty is that?? Can you smell the sweet smell of late-night blogging? I will be back in a few minutes after I go to the store with my mom. She just got home from work, and wants to pick up a few things. Be Right back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3138498?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3138498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3138498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3138498' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3086047</id><published>2001-04-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-05T21:40:49.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song quote for this evening:&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be where yaks can run free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Five Iron Frenzy&lt;/i&gt; song called "Oh Canada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3086047?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3086047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3086047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3086047' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3086005</id><published>2001-04-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-05T21:37:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I think the end may be upon &lt;b&gt;Omar&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Diane&lt;/b&gt;. I am sorry that she fell in love with a guy who only fronts to women in the beginning, then once he has them, throws them away. I hate that some guys are like that, because then girls generalize us and believe that we are all like that. ugh. That just creates bigger hurtles for us "good" guys to jump over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison...ahh, my &lt;b&gt;Alison&lt;/b&gt;. She called me today, and let me in on how she wants the relationship to move forward. I know what she means when she tells it to me, but she doesn't understand. I move at my pace. She doesn't want me to keep her innocense in mind when and if we get intimate, but she doesn't understand that I am not ready for that anyway. I just got out of a damaging relationship with someone, and I am in no hurry to burry myself even deeper into a new one. I will just let things flow as they do, and we will see what happens when it happens. I just want everything to be healthy this time around for both of us, and I want to make sure everything will run smoothely. I have had too much shit happen to me, and it won't happen again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, also, I have to say that I do wish &lt;b&gt;Alicia&lt;/b&gt; the very best. Although I believe her to be utterly sick and demented in the mind, I do wish her well off. I hope she will realize how to react in a relationship, and I hoe that when the right guy comes along for her she will know what to do. I hope that things work for her, really I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3086005?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3086005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3086005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3086005' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3070821</id><published>2001-04-04T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T21:09:17.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how the hell do you post images on this damn thing??????&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3070821?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3070821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3070821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3070821' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3070425</id><published>2001-04-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T20:36:37.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am talking on the phone to Alison! yeah! She's so dope! She will see this...probably...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3070425?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3070425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3070425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3070425' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3070020</id><published>2001-04-04T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T21:04:43.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://neilwilliams.8m.com/neilgangsta.jpg"&gt;Neil and Josh Image!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3070020?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3070020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3070020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3070020' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3069398</id><published>2001-04-04T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T19:19:26.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Write Josh care of his e-mail address and bitch at him for his driving. Sk8nxzibit411Lv@aol.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3069398?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3069398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3069398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3069398' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3069345</id><published>2001-04-04T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T19:14:43.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Crap! I just got done eating dinner and my damn stomach is at its fullest. &lt;br /&gt;I had the craziest day today! Me, &lt;b&gt;Josh&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Nick&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Anthony&lt;/b&gt;, all went skating downtown. On the way there Josh was speeding and his bitch ass got his license plate number written down by some off-duty cop who wanted to be an ass. He sped up to us and flashed us his badge and proceeded to keep his hard-ass image by calling in our plates. Fuck that rat bastard. Luckily we were not caught and we lived on to go and skate at &lt;b&gt;LVA&lt;/b&gt;, and this dope yellow rail. We hit up &lt;b&gt;Children's Park&lt;/b&gt; earlier, and I hit up a frontside noseslide, and a kickflip to frontside noseslide on the ledges. Aww, that shit is like butta. &lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3069345?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3069345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3069345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3069345' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3056268</id><published>2001-04-03T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T21:58:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that i kept it for a year? All this time, I figured you'd be here. Go! Last time I saw you, I tried to move in through the crowd..."&lt;br /&gt;From the band &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lifetime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the song "&lt;i&gt;Rodeo Clown&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3056268?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3056268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3056268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3056268' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3055988</id><published>2001-04-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T21:36:17.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Adam!!! When are you coming back to Vegas??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3055988?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3055988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3055988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3055988' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3055941</id><published>2001-04-03T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T21:32:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=mailto:"flipphreak@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, The last thing I did was get off the phone with &lt;b&gt;Diane&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Oi&lt;/i&gt;, I wish she would find the right guy. I think that the relationship she is in now will only hurt her and it is destined for trouble. I hope I turn out to be wrong though, because I wouldn't wish any wrong on her at all. She deserves the right guy, and hopefully she will find him. I wish &lt;b&gt;Omar&lt;/b&gt; would read this, so he could see how he makes her feel. She cries many a nights to me, telling me about what happens and his neglect for her. He has zero points in my book, and i hope he sees what he is doing wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I also talked to my girl, &lt;b&gt;Alison&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;i&gt;Yea!&lt;/i&gt; She is the sweetest and most sincere person I know....ugh...if only she knew. she actually makes a healthy relationship and is the kind of person i can actually relate to. She makes so much sense all the time, and she makes me feel better than I have felt in a long time. She is really important. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go. for those who see this, drop me a line. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3055941?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3055941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3055941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3055941' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995499.post-3055764</id><published>2001-04-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-03T21:18:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blog_edit.pyra?blogid=2995499"&gt;blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2995499-3055764?l=flip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3055764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995499/posts/default/3055764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flip.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3055764' title=''/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15833822002367614945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05808675521690731050'/></author></entry></feed>