<?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-1683281882711118254</id><updated>2011-12-02T06:30:04.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge My Inadequacies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-5946000214350302530</id><published>2011-10-17T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:42:55.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ninety-five South&lt;div&gt;The aftertaste of cigarettes still in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell of your perfume still stuck in my clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do not dare speak of what everyone already knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-5946000214350302530?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5946000214350302530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/ninety-five-south-aftertaste-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/5946000214350302530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/5946000214350302530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/ninety-five-south-aftertaste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-4432947542253536843</id><published>2011-10-12T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T22:14:37.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote you a song for every city you'd been&lt;div&gt;You left every time a new season rolled in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you had to go, I could never understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you looking for yourself or just a helping hand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to reach you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you to teach me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just what I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said I could call, I could call you anytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel you and I have crossed some very thin lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I don't know where I stand amongst this mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been searching with no luck for the answers deep inside my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overhead the stars were shining for just us two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were as happy with me as I was with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First you kissed my hand, then you kissed my cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you turned my face and said, "Darling, you are all I see."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the weather's cold and you are away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun rose I knew you couldn't stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm stuck in Jersey, I don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't know how to stop myself from loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-4432947542253536843?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4432947542253536843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wrote-you-song-for-every-city-youd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/4432947542253536843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/4432947542253536843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wrote-you-song-for-every-city-youd.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-3472006936447688415</id><published>2011-06-13T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:31:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe in the aesthetic.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the mystic but not the medic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-3472006936447688415?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-7411974150455739465</id><published>2011-04-12T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:31:50.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rain providing the backdrop for sad, slow songs. Sadness filling my heart, filling the room, filling the world. Boys and girls singing of pain they have never experienced, myself included. Knowing nothing of loving. Giving added weight to a weightless affair. Believing things to be more than they are. Watching it slip away in a matter of moments. Coping and failing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-7411974150455739465?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7411974150455739465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/rain-providing-backdrop-for-sad-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/7411974150455739465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/7411974150455739465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/rain-providing-backdrop-for-sad-slow.html' 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where you've been&lt;br /&gt;And I've learned not to believe you when you say&lt;br /&gt;"It won't happen again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you&lt;br /&gt;And we are nothing but lovers and fools&lt;br /&gt;Chasing love and getting fooled&lt;br /&gt;In this God-forsaken cyclical circle of perpetual doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been stuck thinking&lt;br /&gt;About life and how I'm living these days&lt;br /&gt;So sit down and bottoms up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm certain, yeah, I'm certain that there's no way to get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-5763592912987156721?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5763592912987156721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-1318149460866215299</id><published>2011-02-28T16:15:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:15:49.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My habits have gotten worse&lt;br /&gt;But I think my heart has grown&lt;br /&gt;I think I've given more love&lt;br /&gt;Than that which I've been shown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-1318149460866215299?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1318149460866215299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-habits-have-gotten-worse-but-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1318149460866215299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1318149460866215299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-habits-have-gotten-worse-but-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-3155014248927709065</id><published>2011-02-01T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:11:07.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote This Today</title><content type='html'>Send some Southern sun&lt;br /&gt;Send some waves my way&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing but snow and Jersey blues here&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Though your heart is locked up&lt;br /&gt;I hope your soul is finally free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know&lt;br /&gt;How I will keep you close&lt;br /&gt;In time I will show&lt;br /&gt;That in me you'll always find a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think&lt;br /&gt;Of all those times&lt;br /&gt;We'd stay out late&lt;br /&gt;Then go on long morning drives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell me secrets&lt;br /&gt;As I held your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd say things&lt;br /&gt;That only you could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the beauty in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;All I see is sadness and pain when I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's just a few weeks left 'til we can go on another drive&lt;br /&gt;So please come home, but take your time&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll see how pretty life can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-3155014248927709065?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3155014248927709065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wrote-this-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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and white&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming in gray&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how easy the colors can fade&lt;br /&gt;When you put down your shovel&lt;br /&gt;And put down your spade&lt;br /&gt;Stop working on this small patch of land that you made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-6430245926097415022?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6430245926097415022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget-black-and-white-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6430245926097415022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6430245926097415022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget-black-and-white-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-2499589933496854248</id><published>2011-01-14T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:46:14.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got teary-eyed but I didn't let them fall&lt;br /&gt;Partial disbelief you'd walk away from it all&lt;br /&gt;Partial understanding that we've hit our wall&lt;br /&gt;On the phone again hoping you'll answer my call&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remember what it was that I saw&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your brain or your face or your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-2499589933496854248?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2499589933496854248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-got-teary-eyed-but-i-didnt-let-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/2499589933496854248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/2499589933496854248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-got-teary-eyed-but-i-didnt-let-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-659090752492335728</id><published>2011-01-12T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:27:49.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pen smooth on this paper&lt;br /&gt;Like your hands smooth on my skin&lt;br /&gt;My words are begging to be let out&lt;br /&gt;As you're begging me to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how, and I don't know where&lt;br /&gt;The line is drawn, or if you care&lt;br /&gt;To let you in would be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure how much you'd actually believe&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a ring, though I offer you my hand&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know how and who I really am&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to know that despite my foggy brain&lt;br /&gt;You'll always love me just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-659090752492335728?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/659090752492335728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-pen-smooth-on-this-paper-like-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/659090752492335728'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-2739593793629532090?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2739593793629532090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/somebody-bring-up-lights-count-hits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/2739593793629532090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/2739593793629532090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/somebody-bring-up-lights-count-hits.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-5173132401770810931</id><published>2011-01-07T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:00:49.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a change of scenery&lt;br /&gt;Everything here's just flattery&lt;br /&gt;There's far too much symmetry&lt;br /&gt;And nobody seems real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-5173132401770810931?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-5706081084073018922</id><published>2011-01-05T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:16:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take a drag&lt;br /&gt;Hold it in&lt;br /&gt;There's a buzz in your brain&lt;br /&gt;And sex on your skin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-5706081084073018922?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5706081084073018922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-drag-hold-it-in-theres-buzz-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/5706081084073018922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/5706081084073018922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-drag-hold-it-in-theres-buzz-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-1842100562440016137</id><published>2011-01-03T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:23:20.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give me open water and skies overhead&lt;br /&gt;On the boat the planks will act as my bed&lt;br /&gt;My own living coffin without the walls&lt;br /&gt;The rain will wash me away, but let it fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-1842100562440016137?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1842100562440016137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-me-open-water-and-skies-overhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1842100562440016137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1842100562440016137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-me-open-water-and-skies-overhead.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-5921909814895566550</id><published>2011-01-02T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:14:20.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a haze clouding over my vision&lt;br /&gt;It's come about time to make a decision&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of the world all I see is blue skies&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy the view, all you gotta do is take a dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long drop, oh, it's a damn long drop&lt;br /&gt;But they say the thrill is worth the fall&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so close, oh, I've never been so close&lt;br /&gt;But chances are that it'll amount to nothing at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-1291791941999385701</id><published>2011-01-01T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:03:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a love song.</title><content type='html'>Acoustic playlists, self-centered introspection&lt;br /&gt;You think my universe is so self-centric&lt;br /&gt;You've never seen how deeply I can care&lt;br /&gt;As if I was never here&lt;br /&gt;And you were never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you even though&lt;br /&gt;You see right through me&lt;br /&gt;I still love you even though&lt;br /&gt;You act like you never even knew me&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, and I hope&lt;br /&gt;That in the end you're always happy&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever wanted, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-1291791941999385701?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1291791941999385701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-not-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1291791941999385701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1291791941999385701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-not-love-song.html' title='This is not a love song.'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-5658974199884916855</id><published>2010-12-30T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:08:52.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The starting line, the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;The only place we never fought&lt;br /&gt;Never made war, only love&lt;br /&gt;Just inches beneath the stars above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years now and the words have changed&lt;br /&gt;But the hidden meaning still remains&lt;br /&gt;In every word, on every breath,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you 'til I meet my death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a bit excessive, but I like the rhetoric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-5658974199884916855?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5658974199884916855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/starting-line-parking-lot-only-place-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/5658974199884916855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/5658974199884916855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/starting-line-parking-lot-only-place-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-1317091160541329858</id><published>2010-12-29T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:50:26.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many more secrets&lt;br /&gt;How many white lies have been told&lt;br /&gt;My stomach's knotting up&lt;br /&gt;As this story begins to unfold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-1317091160541329858?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1317091160541329858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-many-more-secrets-how-many-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1317091160541329858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/1317091160541329858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-many-more-secrets-how-many-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-6016830279847158138</id><published>2010-12-27T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T15:35:29.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wild nights make for rough mornings&lt;br /&gt;It comes on to you with out even a warning&lt;br /&gt;The sky blazes red but you feel a bit green&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're young and naive and still new to the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew this would happen&lt;br /&gt;So you just let it come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to get so gone&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, you'll know when it's right&lt;br /&gt;But you get so caught up in the feelings and the bright lights&lt;br /&gt;Stay still&lt;br /&gt;You say that you won't&lt;br /&gt;But you know that you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, dust yourself off&lt;br /&gt;Count all the glasses and bottle and red cups&lt;br /&gt;Look around and see what you did&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting older, but you still feel like a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew this would happen&lt;br /&gt;So you just let it come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to get so gone&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, you'll know when it's right&lt;br /&gt;But you get so caught up in the feelings and the bright lights&lt;br /&gt;Stay still&lt;br /&gt;You say that you won't&lt;br /&gt;But you know that you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, you know things are different&lt;br /&gt;Things had to change but you still won't admit it&lt;br /&gt;Your friends all can tell and you know they're concerned&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there's always one more lesson to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew this would happen&lt;br /&gt;So you just let it come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-6016830279847158138?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6016830279847158138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/wild-nights-make-for-rough-mornings-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6016830279847158138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6016830279847158138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/wild-nights-make-for-rough-mornings-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-520422827890312446</id><published>2010-12-26T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:16:38.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's nobody's fault&lt;br /&gt;We were just shadows on the wall&lt;br /&gt;And we both knew that everything was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And nothing could be right&lt;br /&gt;But no one gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;So it's not worth the fight anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just trying to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To have some fun and make our own glory days&lt;br /&gt;But glory days were never true&lt;br /&gt;So we were stuck, just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Facing what someone else had done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you threw the car in reverse&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think of how this could get any worse&lt;br /&gt;The engine then sputtered and died&lt;br /&gt;Like a kind of forewarning suicide&lt;br /&gt;And though it may seem like a stretch&lt;br /&gt;A racing heart can be hard to catch&lt;br /&gt;God never really could save a wretch&lt;br /&gt;And into our hearts, sorrow was etched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, we should know&lt;br /&gt;And now we've got nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;So we just sit and watch the clock count time&lt;br /&gt;We know we're just two people in the line&lt;br /&gt;To sell us out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really matters now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-520422827890312446?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/520422827890312446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-nobodys-fault-we-were-just-shadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/520422827890312446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/520422827890312446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-nobodys-fault-we-were-just-shadows.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-8220464284156986128</id><published>2010-12-25T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:26:35.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She grabbed her bags and walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;She knew to save all her goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;She knew that to the people here&lt;br /&gt;It would not matter if she cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was leaving all she had once known and loved&lt;br /&gt;The people she once held higher than the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;She got in the car and hit the gas&lt;br /&gt;Gazed at the trucks and trees as they passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cruised along and hit the gas and never looked back&lt;br /&gt;There was to much to learn, too many bridges to burn&lt;br /&gt;Once they were crossed, all would be lost&lt;br /&gt;The thought of this crossed her mind&lt;br /&gt;She sped up the car to make it there in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstate she knew she'd find her fate&lt;br /&gt;Among the rolling hills and creaky farm gates&lt;br /&gt;A distraction from her torment from the moment she arrived&lt;br /&gt;Being numb here is the only way to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But distance don't help when your heart is back home&lt;br /&gt;Despite all her plans, she still felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;And nothing and no one could stop here tears&lt;br /&gt;The happy days past were all she could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she played her guitar and as she sang she would laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because the one thing she wanted was the thing she couldn't have&lt;br /&gt;So she kept on a face for day after day&lt;br /&gt;Because she had loved something, she gave it away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-8220464284156986128?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8220464284156986128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-grabbed-her-bags-and-walked-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/8220464284156986128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/8220464284156986128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-grabbed-her-bags-and-walked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-8976785538377044442</id><published>2010-12-23T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:49:04.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I will always know&lt;br /&gt;That wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Or wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever roads we choose to take&lt;br /&gt;However many times our hearts my break&lt;br /&gt;Through the fighting and crying&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking and lying&lt;br /&gt;My sobbing and sighing&lt;br /&gt;Though world keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;We still hold each other's heart&lt;br /&gt;I have yours and you have mine&lt;br /&gt;In the end I think this will all work out fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-8976785538377044442?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8976785538377044442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/deep-in-my-soul-i-will-always-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/8976785538377044442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/8976785538377044442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/deep-in-my-soul-i-will-always-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-6722149260319140654</id><published>2010-12-23T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:12:58.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said I was going to post these chronologically, but I just wrote this. And for once, I really like it. And I want to share it. With the sea of nobody that is reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I write are a port of myself that only I know. A lot of people know a lot of things about me. But no one knows the part of me that stays up until 3 am writing until my hand hurts. No one know the part of me that cries because I'm overly empathetic. No one knows the part of me that is terrified of tomorrow. Of life. No one knows the part of my heart that breaks a little more every single day, just because I'm living a life that's only half-full. But then, I have so much. Why isn't it enough? Why isn't it ever enough? What more do I need? I wish I knew. Sometimes I hate people. But really, I only hate myself, because I can't say any of this to anyone. I can't bring myself to. Because there is no reason. There is no definitive reason that I feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I envision my life so differently. I imagine that I never met him. And I went to college for music. And I did lots of drugs and smoked a pack every other day. And I wrote notebooks upon notebooks full of music. And I had a crappy car. And I paid for gas in change. And during the summer I just took public transportation to places. Far away places, all by myself. Just for the ride. Just to meet new people. And I saw places that most people never even know of, but that are beautiful in their own decrepit way. And I watched babies play and heard music in their laughter. And I took beautiful pictures of sad things with an old camera. And my heart constantly ached. And I searched and searched for peace. And I almost found it twice; once in Omaha and once in Nashville. But it was elusive. And that was the life I lived. In my head. And that was the only place I ever felt alive. In my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prose is better than my poetry, clearly. Also, this is entirely fictional and not based on any of my real feelings whatsoever. I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-6722149260319140654?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6722149260319140654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-i-said-i-was-going-to-post-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6722149260319140654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6722149260319140654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-i-said-i-was-going-to-post-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-601812015703131379</id><published>2010-12-22T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:52:23.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In love, life, and loss&lt;br /&gt;We must deal with the costs&lt;br /&gt;The world won't stop spinning for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all we can hope is that what we believe is the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-601812015703131379?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/601812015703131379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-love-life-and-loss-we-must-deal-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/601812015703131379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/601812015703131379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-love-life-and-loss-we-must-deal-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-4574515886101599555</id><published>2010-12-21T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:25:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what will happen&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow or next week&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the future makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;So that I can barely speak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-4574515886101599555?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4574515886101599555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-what-will-happen-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/4574515886101599555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/4574515886101599555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-what-will-happen-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-8808740926704179647</id><published>2010-12-20T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:14:08.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone thought we'd always be together&lt;br /&gt;I stayed by your side through hard times and weather&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I don't act like I used to&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that's changed is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-8808740926704179647?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8808740926704179647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/everyone-thought-wed-always-be-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/8808740926704179647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/8808740926704179647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/everyone-thought-wed-always-be-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-6834138873539935767</id><published>2010-12-19T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:50:10.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll keep holding on to what I can't stand to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let us fall&lt;br /&gt;I won't let us fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you fall&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're falling in love with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-6834138873539935767?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6834138873539935767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-keep-holding-on-to-what-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6834138873539935767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6834138873539935767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-keep-holding-on-to-what-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-7521502058106511210</id><published>2010-12-18T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:57:56.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back then they were just two lonely kids&lt;br /&gt;When they met, something happened, something big&lt;br /&gt;Neither of them realized that it did&lt;br /&gt;Neither of them expected anything like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught his eye and later heart&lt;br /&gt;With all her beauty and her charm&lt;br /&gt;He won her over with his great big smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him all about her life&lt;br /&gt;He told her of his past gone by&lt;br /&gt;And they enjoyed just talking for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been two years since that time&lt;br /&gt;When both their lives changed on a dime&lt;br /&gt;They fell in love so fast, so deep&lt;br /&gt;Each the other's heart wished to keep&lt;br /&gt;It's been near perfect ever since that day&lt;br /&gt;And perfect they would always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're still kids, but a little older&lt;br /&gt;A little wiser, a little bolder&lt;br /&gt;This growing up thing feels so strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone away to live his life&lt;br /&gt;She's still at home just getting by&lt;br /&gt;But it seems no matter what their love won't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been two years since they met&lt;br /&gt;Before their lives had changed just yet&lt;br /&gt;When they fell in love so fast, so deep&lt;br /&gt;Each the other's heart wished to keep&lt;br /&gt;And it's still perfect, even from that day&lt;br /&gt;And this way we will always stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-7521502058106511210?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7521502058106511210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-then-they-were-just-two-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/7521502058106511210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/7521502058106511210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-then-they-were-just-two-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683281882711118254.post-6369128883741447145</id><published>2010-12-17T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T22:03:29.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Just For Me</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to put it on my facebook, or tell people about it. But I will leave it public. Basically, I write. I don't particularly love any of it, but I'm still kind of proud of it. So I'm going to post my songs, poetry, whatever you want to call it, here. And whoever reads this can judge my inadequacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby please don't ask me to explain it&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I couldn't if I tried&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you make me happy all the time&lt;br /&gt;And there's just too many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;For real, forever, and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no telling how far down this road we'll travel&lt;br /&gt;But one things for sure: what we have is something special&lt;br /&gt;You knew from the start that you'd always have a firm hold on my heart&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing and no one in this world that I'd let break us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;For real, forever, and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always know how to pick me up when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;And you know they say, what goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that what you're giving me, I'm giving back to you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't know what a gift you give me in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got to say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;For real, forever, and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for now I'll just post them chronologically. Not all of them, just the ones I like. Some of them will just be snipets that I like out of songs that I don't like. Yeah, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1683281882711118254-6369128883741447145?l=katiesotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6369128883741447145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-just-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6369128883741447145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1683281882711118254/posts/default/6369128883741447145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiesotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-just-for-me.html' title='This Is Just For Me'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501686816793255307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CB7lHRemmE/TBbLjO8wesI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro_U8qxc9nw/S220/paneraaaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
