<?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-3158917</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:19:44.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tomato fearing arthropod</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is as insignificant as a grain of sand.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frogspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogspirit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00480882381035907249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158917.post-109094853826949183</id><published>2004-07-27T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:15:38.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha. Life is funny. Then you get slapped in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up. You think. You go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thinking part is what gets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158917-109094853826949183?l=frogspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default/109094853826949183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default/109094853826949183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogspirit.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109094853826949183' title=''/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00480882381035907249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158917.post-106324674806697034</id><published>2003-09-10T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:19:08.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its truly something to think about when you re-read some of your thoughts years later. you wonder where you were at that moment in life... what relationship did you fuck up... what didn't you accomplish... what was your dream the night before you wrote down that thought or idea. i can't tell myself how often i wish i could change things.... because in the end you really can change shit. you just think about what could have been and then get stuck on that thought.. only to write down your next thought... which in the end you will ponder years from today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>some times you think things are going extremely well, but in reality they really aren't . you pretend you are a 007 type. but then the phone rings and its not your next mission, but a wrong number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158917-6291106?l=frogspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default/6291106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default/6291106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogspirit.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6291106' title=''/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00480882381035907249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158917.post-6032741</id><published>2001-10-01T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-01T10:33:58.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i was a volleyball pro. maybe then i wouldn't strain muscles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158917-6032741?l=frogspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default/6032741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158917/posts/default/6032741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frogspirit.blogspot.com/2001_09_30_archive.html#6032741' title=''/><author><name>Kristine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00480882381035907249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158917.post-6003803</id><published>2001-09-29T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-29T22:47:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grape flavored things... really don't taste anything like grapes. I never really understood the concept of flavors to candy and other food items. Does a peach jolly rancher taste like a peach? Usually banana flavored candy is so overwhelming that I cannot handle it. 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