<?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-170189380132262475</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:38:55.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-4319801688120614666</id><published>2008-06-22T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:28:51.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>What do you see when you look into the mirror? What is it that makes us think what we do about ourselves? If others only say good things about you, and yet you still have issues with self-esteem, why is this? I want to be happy with myself, and there's no reason i shouldn't be. I'm a pretty girl and any guy would be lucky to have me. I can say these things, but why can't i believe them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-4319801688120614666?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4319801688120614666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=4319801688120614666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/4319801688120614666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/4319801688120614666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-5200068953621407072</id><published>2008-06-01T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:39:16.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blonde is showing</title><content type='html'>So, someone online told me a blonde joke. . . someone help me out here haha. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the blonde say when she woke up from underneath the cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all you guys still doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? Anyone? Sometimes I dislike being a blonde. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-5200068953621407072?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5200068953621407072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=5200068953621407072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/5200068953621407072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/5200068953621407072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blonde-is-showing.html' title='My blonde is showing'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-2058336532145118563</id><published>2008-05-27T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:16:37.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I be Loved?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, Sad, frustrated. That about sums up how i feel today. Men are to blame, so are movies. I feel as tho the movies had made me hope for a fairy tale, something that doesn't exist. There are no happily ever afters. Heartbreak, unhappy marriages, divorce. . . Hurting someone because you're a selfish bastard who doesn't spare anyones feelings but your own. Hurting someone you love by having sex with someone other than the one you &lt;em&gt;claim&lt;/em&gt; to love. Love. I don't believe in it. I believe it itself is a fairy tale. I want so desperately to believe that i will be one to have a happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about being the girl who could have &lt;em&gt;meaningless sex&lt;/em&gt; with any stranger i come across and not feel anything. I couldn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about being the girl who wouldn't care if her husband/boyfriend were cheating on them with another person and keep him around just for the fear of being alone. I couldn't do that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a man to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; me and only me. I want to love one person, and one person &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;. I want the guy to come after me, because i fear rejection. I don't want to end up with a broken heart, I've managed to keep the heart break away for a while, but i think i ended up heartbroken anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a fairy tale and i blame the movie industry. I just want to be &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-2058336532145118563?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2058336532145118563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=2058336532145118563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/2058336532145118563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/2058336532145118563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-cant-i-be-loved.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I be Loved?'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-4805467094951575722</id><published>2008-05-14T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:11:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Gives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, Hi again. I really am terrible at keeping up with this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here's the reason i'm writing now. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I was watching Nancy Grace on CNN the other night and they are talking about a newborn infant found dead in a Casino Bathroom in Las Vegas. Unbelievable! Nevada has a "safe haven" law that enables a woman to drop off her newborn to any health care center or police center or pretty much &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;questions asked. Why then would a mother, do this to the child? Now, all the details aren't available yet, but still! It makes me absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SICK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What is the deal with people these days? I hope they find the bitch and do something terrible to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even if the baby had died before it was thrown in the garbage can, or if it was a stillborn, what makes someone feel that it is just ALRIGHT to throw it away???? I want to know everything about this story seeing as i was just in Vegas a while ago. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had a great time by the way! I recommend everyone goes :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-4805467094951575722?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4805467094951575722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=4805467094951575722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/4805467094951575722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/4805467094951575722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-gives.html' title='What Gives?'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-2724949823589425148</id><published>2008-02-19T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:21:21.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beam me up, Scotty!</title><content type='html'>So i'm watching The Colbert Report the other day and Leonard Nimoy is on it talking about his book, "The Full Body Project." I had no idea what it was and when i learned about it it left me in awe. . . of Spock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically if you haven't heard about it, it's a book devoted to bigger women. Now, I'm not a bigger woman or anything, but I don't understand this whole concept of "beauty" that us Americans have come up with. Like Stephen Colbert said, "If you're not Blonde with Blue Eyes, and big breasts, you're not considered beautiful" Who decided this? I want to go back in time and kill the man (for sure it was a man) who decided that you have to be skinny to be beautiful. False. I'm not fat, nor am i skinny. If you can watch this episode sometime, please do. It was great to see that a man (even tho it was spock) had enough courage to say that you don't have to be skinny to be beautiful. Too many girls today are starving themselves for boys who aren't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, somewhere, will love everything about you. It may take forever (as in my case) but the real thing is worth waiting for. So major KUDOS to Spock. Live long and Prosper!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-2724949823589425148?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2724949823589425148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=2724949823589425148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/2724949823589425148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/2724949823589425148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/beam-me-up-scotty.html' title='Beam me up, Scotty!'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-200163792101220598</id><published>2008-02-07T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:20:25.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I was in the room yesterday and I get a message from someone and start talking with them. Tell me what's wrong with this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anonymous: m or f?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anonymouse: oh. . . sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: uh. . . that's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: how old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: is there any hot guys in the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: i don't think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: i hate yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me:  cuz there's no hot guys? i'm sure there are you just need to know where to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: i wish i knew then, i wanted to have one send they picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: maybe there are some in the sports rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: i been looking there, do u have a bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: no why? are you looking for a bf online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: Well. . . just wanted to see a guy naked I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: why's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous:  well its not like ya can just ask that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: oh sorry. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: you should ask someone to send you a pic of them naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: um no thanks, you can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: they won't do it if they know my real age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: well how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anonymous: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: right. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was someone messing with my head? Or do you think a 14 year old would really do that??? If so, where are her parents?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-200163792101220598?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/200163792101220598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=200163792101220598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/200163792101220598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/200163792101220598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-hell.html' title='What the hell??'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-6252548466323926866</id><published>2008-01-31T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:41:26.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, Only the Good Die Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/h/heath_ledger/thumbnails/tn2_heath_ledger_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/h/heath_ledger/thumbnails/tn2_heath_ledger_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yes, I was incredibly shocked and sad when I learned Heath Ledger died. At first, I thought it was a joke, you know, like a publicity stunt for the Dark Knight movie. Then I saw the footage of them carrying him out on the stretcher, and all the attention it was getting. I liked knowing stuff at first, but now it's getting &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;outta hand. The man was incredibly talented and had a lot to offer the entertainment industry, more than 3/4 of the people who claim to be "actors." His death is tragic, despite whatever the circumstances may be. Until the autopsy results are in, people should just give it a rest. It's just making the time more terrible for his family and friends. Do we really need to hear that his family and friends are grieving every single day?? No, we don't, obviously they are. Show some respect to Heath and those who cared deeply for him. Once a person's dead, they should be off limits to ridicule no matter what they did in life. I used to love reading all the gossip magazines, but after this i'm going to find something better, and more intelligent to waste my time on. People really will say &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;about &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;just to earn a buck.  What a wonderful world it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-6252548466323926866?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6252548466323926866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=6252548466323926866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/6252548466323926866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/6252548466323926866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/truly-only-good-die-young.html' title='Truly, Only the Good Die Young'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170189380132262475.post-8688623496924039978</id><published>2008-01-30T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:33:09.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, the Blonde is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi people! I went on a little hiatus, for a while there I actually had a life! Amazing. I don't know what I did the last few years, but I think I was busy? Anyway. . . I feel bad that I was gone for so long. I missed you people =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is my new blog and i'll try to update it as much as I possibly can from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's winter here so i'm on the computer a lot more than in the summer, so we had best catch up! My yahoo addy is the_blondest_one5418. So add me so we can chat it up! I'm over the "dumb blonde" sterotype. I thought it was cute for a while, but now i'm just blonde. Blonde's aren't dumb, they're blonde. It should have it's own definition aside from being a hair color. Maybe it is tho, I don't know. I don't read the dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I look forward to catching up with you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/170189380132262475-8688623496924039978?l=blondesthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8688623496924039978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=170189380132262475&amp;postID=8688623496924039978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/8688623496924039978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/170189380132262475/posts/default/8688623496924039978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blondesthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes-blonde-is-back.html' title='Yes, the Blonde is back!'/><author><name>Blonde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06059003863805027517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9VE9AqlspDs/R6DfIijFJBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/l4iQnl2P7DE/S220/Marilyn.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
