<?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-4633692888457727703</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:48.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddles XD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuddles1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633692888457727703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuddles1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529933635373136568</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633692888457727703.post-5449730389239079679</id><published>2008-02-15T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:05:46.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a guy...</title><content type='html'>I WANT A GUY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would move the hair away from my eyes and then kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would sing to me at random moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would let me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sleep on their chest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BOY who would get mad at someone if they called me UGLY or were mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who call me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3 times a day if he went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would let me gossip to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just smile and agree with everything I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would throw stuffed animals at me whne i acted dumb and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS ME A MILLION TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would make fun of me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just to make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would take me to the park and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put his hands &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;around my waist&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;big bearhugs&lt;/span&gt; all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell all his friends about me and SMILE when he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;make out&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would never be afraid to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; in front of his friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'd argue about silly things and then make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a boy that would kiss me at midnight on New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and COUNT STARS with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would stay home with me on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to help me make dinner &amp; watch movies together under the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;same blanket&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would tell me I'm beauiful but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not too often,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would make me laugh like NO ONE else could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, I want someone who wold be my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; and would never BREAK MY HEART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633692888457727703-5449730389239079679?l=cuddles1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuddles1.blogspot.com/feeds/5449730389239079679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4633692888457727703&amp;postID=5449730389239079679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633692888457727703/posts/default/5449730389239079679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633692888457727703/posts/default/5449730389239079679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuddles1.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-guy.html' title='I want a guy...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529933635373136568</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4633692888457727703.post-688847076984789090</id><published>2007-09-06T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:19:35.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>LOVE IS SO RARE&lt;br /&gt;YOU FALL IN LOVE AND YOU CAN'T STOP THE FEELING&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW HOW THIS FEELS, BECAUSE I FEEL IT RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE THERE'S ALWAYS THIS ONE GUY&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE GUY CAN MAKE YOU FEEL SO DIFFERENT&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES THIS HAS TO HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;HE LOVES MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HIM I LIKE HIM&lt;br /&gt;HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;BUT TO HIM, IM JUST A GOOD FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN'T HE SEE THAT I TRUELY DO LOVE HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THAT KNOW WHO I AM TALKING ABOUT,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT GO ALL SYMPATHETIC&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THAT CRAP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633692888457727703-688847076984789090?l=cuddles1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuddles1.blogspot.com/feeds/688847076984789090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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thing</title><content type='html'>A million thoughts run through my mind&lt;br /&gt;when I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;what to say or how to act&lt;br /&gt;do you even slightly care&lt;br /&gt;My words get mixed and come out wrong&lt;br /&gt;when I try to speak to you&lt;br /&gt;one word from you could make my day&lt;br /&gt;do you even have a clue&lt;br /&gt;I get all hot and quiet down&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're around&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be the fool I am&lt;br /&gt;but my actions make it sound&lt;br /&gt;I stumble and I stutter&lt;br /&gt;when you glace my way&lt;br /&gt;when im in my own world&lt;br /&gt;my eyes to you they stray&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;when I see you from afar&lt;br /&gt;my emotions get the best of me&lt;br /&gt;and its like im in a rollercoaster car&lt;br /&gt;I embarrass myself without fail&lt;br /&gt;every time that you are near&lt;br /&gt;even when you're not&lt;br /&gt;there's always something new to hear&lt;br /&gt;Your voice makes me silent&lt;br /&gt;and tears often fall too&lt;br /&gt;to put it bluntly&lt;br /&gt;im head over heals for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4633692888457727703-3199634534610451696?l=cuddles1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuddles1.blogspot.com/feeds/3199634534610451696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4633692888457727703&amp;postID=3199634534610451696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633692888457727703/posts/default/3199634534610451696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4633692888457727703/posts/default/3199634534610451696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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