<?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-1075372786963947714</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:14:15.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the good, the bad, the ugly.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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>610</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075372786963947714.post-6617342431733152650</id><published>2012-01-30T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:14:15.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;A girl like me should not be alone with her thoughts. And I mean that in the non emo-ist way, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1075372786963947714-6617342431733152650?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6617342431733152650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6617342431733152650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6617342431733152650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6617342431733152650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/girl-like-me-should-not-be-alone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7171030557556600219</id><published>2012-01-29T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:56:17.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a silent house not knowing what is going on..... ? My mind never sleeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7171030557556600219?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7171030557556600219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7171030557556600219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7171030557556600219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7171030557556600219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-silent-house-not-knowing-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-714024264684807263</id><published>2012-01-29T21:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:21:48.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh, I hate that I'm so annoyed and I don't even know why -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-714024264684807263?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/714024264684807263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=714024264684807263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/714024264684807263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/714024264684807263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/ugh-i-hate-that-im-so-annoyed-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7841662415187409702</id><published>2012-01-27T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:48:28.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring. Break. Fucking. Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7841662415187409702?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7841662415187409702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7841662415187409702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7841662415187409702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7841662415187409702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/spring.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1965174128507789738</id><published>2012-01-26T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:09:22.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so fuckin weird. I wonder what it'd be like to be friends with myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1965174128507789738?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1965174128507789738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1965174128507789738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1965174128507789738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1965174128507789738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-so-fuckin-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-960804923158196257</id><published>2012-01-24T01:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:14:29.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-960804923158196257?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/960804923158196257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=960804923158196257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/960804923158196257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/960804923158196257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6357759055373299269</id><published>2012-01-23T01:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:52:34.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just realized it was five days. What the butt. I don't even know how that happened! New record. Cool. Weird. Interesting. Haha. Now time to get used to being a loner again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6357759055373299269?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6357759055373299269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6357759055373299269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6357759055373299269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6357759055373299269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-realized-it-was-five-days.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1914646839194137950</id><published>2012-01-22T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:38:58.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I find myself feeling perfectly fine that we break the rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1914646839194137950?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1914646839194137950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1914646839194137950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1914646839194137950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1914646839194137950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-guess-i-find-myself-feeling-perfectly.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1701098080651180322</id><published>2012-01-22T01:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:23:02.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably one of the absolute biggest cockblocks that I ever experienced. And the 'cockblock' wasn't even physically there. What the hell. CAN I JUST LIVE?! Damn son. Forreal. It's getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1701098080651180322?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1701098080651180322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1701098080651180322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1701098080651180322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1701098080651180322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/probably-one-of-absolute-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1374437220897765503</id><published>2012-01-18T04:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T04:23:14.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meheh heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That was pretty cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned 3 handshakes today. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about straight up silence but it wasn't awkward. Well I don't think it was?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go home man -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way a nigga put his number in my phone last night is still blowin mines, like wut. Seriously, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You smell good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my blemishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to workout. Like seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get a job asapppppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School starts in like two days. WAH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funniest shit seeing people squirm, hahah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alright, I need to go to sleep. It's nice knowing you'll falling asleep with a smile on your face too. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My eyebrows seriously make me look like a total bitch / mad, haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay good night k bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1374437220897765503?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1374437220897765503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1374437220897765503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1374437220897765503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1374437220897765503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/meheh-heh-heh-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7615814115694501024</id><published>2012-01-16T03:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:06:59.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's different this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for making me a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7615814115694501024?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7615814115694501024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7615814115694501024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7615814115694501024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7615814115694501024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-different-this-time-around.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3096988705750242473</id><published>2012-01-13T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:23:24.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt like that was a scene from 500 days of Summer last night...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's pretty peaceful being home alone. My mind and thoughts are all over the place though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely hate when I don't know what to say to someone after they tell me something personal that I can't do anything to help them. It breaks my heart. I'm literally laying there speechless trying to find the right words, but it's just silence. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone is fighting a hard battle. Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're so soft. I told you so. But it's okay. I'm awkward and talk too much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear my life can be made into a movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if you ever think the silence is awkward because I rarely ever do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh that was kind of like Crazy, Stupid, Love last night too. That's kinda cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what my intentions are. Sometimes I wish it was someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to start packing for the weekend! Can't wait to spend time with my BBU girls. It's about damn time. Missing two girls this weekend tho :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think I miss you when you're not around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2012 is going to be the year a lot changes with my family. It's bittersweet and I've never been so unsure about the future. It's kind of scary to think about, but it just might be a fresh start too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what's going to happen, but I know that I don't know how it's going to be without you. Goodbyes aren't my thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite it all, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, my mind is all over the place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3096988705750242473?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3096988705750242473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3096988705750242473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3096988705750242473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3096988705750242473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-felt-like-that-was-scene-from-500.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8140010712088986816</id><published>2012-01-13T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:13:39.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I always make myself feel awkward. Such an annoying &amp;amp; bad habit. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8140010712088986816?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8140010712088986816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8140010712088986816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8140010712088986816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8140010712088986816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-know-why-i-always-make-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8459846953546038580</id><published>2012-01-11T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:55:54.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8459846953546038580?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8459846953546038580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8459846953546038580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8459846953546038580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8459846953546038580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6868572868496337070</id><published>2012-01-09T02:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:29:30.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those late nights when you realize that you are perfectly content with how everything is going on in your life right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's one of those nights. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6868572868496337070?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6868572868496337070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6868572868496337070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6868572868496337070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6868572868496337070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/those-late-nights-when-you-realize-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4067070993050031605</id><published>2012-01-07T02:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:16:02.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been staring at this picture hoping to figure out how this could be. Maybe I will someday or maybe I won't. Some days I like the challenge and other days I just get tired. Hmph. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4067070993050031605?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4067070993050031605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4067070993050031605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4067070993050031605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4067070993050031605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-been-staring-at-this-picture-hoping.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8839992467224422144</id><published>2012-01-04T00:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:32:48.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must. Resist. Don't. Be. Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8839992467224422144?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8839992467224422144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8839992467224422144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8839992467224422144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8839992467224422144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/must.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7744485186655314088</id><published>2012-01-03T02:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:30:48.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 days into the new year.... In a span of 15 minutes?! This one is going down in the books. God really just saved me from what could have been an embarrassing ass moment. Like so embarrassing that I would start crying because I'm that embarrassed. Hahahahahah. Shit. This would happen to me. Of course. Lmfao. I'm done dude. Now that is what you call a close one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7744485186655314088?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7744485186655314088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7744485186655314088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7744485186655314088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7744485186655314088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-days-into-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6900563745135215458</id><published>2012-01-02T03:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:40:17.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Insanity. I need to get the fuck back on my grind if I'm trying to do all this shit this year. I have a lot to do before Spring Break in March. Shiiiit. Let's fckin go. #Team Nothing Tastes As Good As Skinny Feels. AH. I need to go to FiveBelow and buy me some damn weights. Yeah, I'll do that later today. As much as I love love love the holidays, it's pretty good that it's ending cus now I can go back to not eating... I mean wut. Meheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I had a good first day of 2012. Love my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6900563745135215458?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6900563745135215458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6900563745135215458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6900563745135215458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6900563745135215458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2012/01/insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-235525463509573585</id><published>2011-12-31T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:56:03.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cracking up to myself as I reflect on 2011 and write my end of the year letter. Hahah, oh man. 2011, it's been real. Can't complain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-235525463509573585?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/235525463509573585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=235525463509573585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/235525463509573585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/235525463509573585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/cracking-up-to-myself-as-i-reflect-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5304900420985191859</id><published>2011-12-31T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:05:00.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last one for 2011. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here’s some weird and personal questions, you down?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you last kissed on the lips?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship one month from now?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been truly in love?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a day not talking to the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps count how many times they kiss someone, lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room ever clean?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink bottled water?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.I prefer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are things going the way you planned?&lt;br /&gt;In some aspects of my life. I'm just going with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt your wearing?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the name of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Still Got It - Tyga ft Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back five months ago, what was your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single as a pringle as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you’re having?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are being extremely quiet, what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Sleepy. Tired. Annoyed. Shy. Got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Probably watching an episode of One Tree Hill lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was that?&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel about traveling abroad alone?&lt;br /&gt;Would definitely be a thrilling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have feelings for anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Sht, when do I ever? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean it when you said “I love you” last?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a lot of people think bad things about you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List three things near you:&lt;br /&gt;iPod, fleece blanket, &amp;amp; pillows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you watched on the TV?&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculousness is actually on TV right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday soon?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color green?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like winter?&lt;br /&gt;Fashion wise but not really the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you scared of most?&lt;br /&gt;Not succeeding. Not ending up where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given out your number and then regretted it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish was with you at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;A lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Nopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you listened to that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Songs don't really make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a weird song:&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song you never get sick of:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex REALLY needs you at 3am and you have a way to their house would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, that's awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you survive without electricity?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not since I'm so used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying any names what is one thing that you would like to say to someone?&lt;br /&gt;hi dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a month without talking to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely don't think so, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are girls too dramatic?&lt;br /&gt;Some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the thought of marriage scare you?&lt;br /&gt;At this age, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the last words you spoke out loud?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember... I've been home alone so I haven't said anything lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your parents get mad if you got drunk while they were present?&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm not disgustingly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone who lived in another state?&lt;br /&gt;Nah most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you last texted?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, group message with my girls - I know some of them are either at work or probably home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is someone that you would you do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you said you were fine, but really weren’t?&lt;br /&gt;Probably recently, I just don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;Like last week. I had my monthly monster, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you spend your summer with last year?&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you wake up to today?&lt;br /&gt;An empty house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear what you are wearing today for a specific reason?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in my bahay clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Super Mario games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Probably later tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Frosted flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost friends in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;Not necessarily, but I've drifted with some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever given your all to someone who walked away?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laid on a bed and stayed there for no reason?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;Group message with BBU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single girl swag, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a close friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;I'm chillinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;2 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names?&lt;br /&gt;Oleen &amp;amp; Nile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere warm &amp;amp; tropical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;All girls are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;Shit was pretty close to a bad accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s stopping you from going for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing because I don't like anyonee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about when you are falling asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, way too many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;One of them is Party of Two - Blu &amp;amp; Exile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;This &amp;amp; listening to music even tho my tv's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust right now?&lt;br /&gt;GodFamFriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed someone in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your friend that lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;Kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your life in one word?&lt;br /&gt;The gooood life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Writing my end of the year letter for the time capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Cuzzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my pops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably more shy &amp;amp; watch what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;My cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Music &amp;amp; the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curly or straight?&lt;br /&gt;Asian girl straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you “scrumptious” before?&lt;br /&gt;Nah I don't think so, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held hands with the opposite sex in the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;Gayyy. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently jealous?&lt;br /&gt;No reason to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What jewelery are you currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing on friday night?&lt;br /&gt;In Nutley bummin out with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you’re really disappointed in right now?&lt;br /&gt;I've been over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last reason you went to the doctor for?&lt;br /&gt;Gyno appointment for my period, loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;230AMish? Didn't wanna stay up any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone longer than a year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5304900420985191859?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5304900420985191859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5304900420985191859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5304900420985191859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5304900420985191859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-one-for-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-580957064275208431</id><published>2011-12-30T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T18:59:13.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe it's going to be 2012 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alsdkfjalkdjflaj. Liike wutttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-580957064275208431?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/580957064275208431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=580957064275208431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/580957064275208431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/580957064275208431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-believe-its-going-to-be-2012.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8957515128255566086</id><published>2011-12-29T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:54:14.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so lost right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8957515128255566086?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8957515128255566086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8957515128255566086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8957515128255566086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8957515128255566086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-so-lost-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5804456697287784504</id><published>2011-12-27T20:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:24:30.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my family. Family forever. COF love. I don't know what I would do without them in my life. This is why I love the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5804456697287784504?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5804456697287784504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5804456697287784504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5804456697287784504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5804456697287784504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-9011180578279058307</id><published>2011-12-24T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:05:48.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH. So that really did happen......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-9011180578279058307?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/9011180578279058307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=9011180578279058307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9011180578279058307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9011180578279058307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5174847508365947849</id><published>2011-12-23T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:40:40.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super happy with my grades. Blessssssedd. Cannot wait til tomorrow!  Familyyyyy timeeeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5174847508365947849?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5174847508365947849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5174847508365947849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5174847508365947849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5174847508365947849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/super-happy-with-my-grades.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3476811469482936625</id><published>2011-12-19T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:32:33.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;What are you doing​ next weeke​nd?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming weekends are filled with family time! So esssited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anyon​e that you care more about​ than yours​elf?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three​ thing​s you’​​​​re excit​ed about​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Finishing up finals, Christmas, 2012! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to at the momen​t?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm not necessarily listening but my dad's blasting TFC as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to have long hair or short​ hair?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Long hair, don't care club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I want it to grow more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood?​​​​ If yes, Why?&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty good. I'm just distracted as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when you’​​​​re being​ extre​mely quiet​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm either being shy, annoyed, or just simply don't have anything to say, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wante​d to punch​ someo​ne in their​ face?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours​ did you sleep​ last night​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;6-7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong​ with you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;I keep dozing off whenever I start reading my A&amp;amp;P notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever waste​ too much time on a certa​in boy or girl?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Kindasortanotreally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowl​y drift​ing away from someo​ne?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;You can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiti​ng for somet​hing?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;A sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch​ “The Hills​”​​​​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD you Playe​d?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Usher's confessions album, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you think​ing about​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;If I should go through with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weari​ng any brace​lets?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at midni​ght last night​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Ron stopped by and gave me the JCrew iPhone case I wanted, woowoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to a beach​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favor​ite flavo​r of ice cream​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Chocolateee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Uh like an hour... lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you weari​ng?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Bahay clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the futur​e make you nervo​us or excit​ed?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Definitely both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smile​d?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;Some time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Out of all the people you have kissed, give me the initials of the best kisser.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep on someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Breaaaak! &amp;amp; to see my fwiends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Check the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single as a pringle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the last text in your inbox say? From Who.&lt;br /&gt;From Jamie- we were talking about how we can't concentrate on studying &amp;amp; can't wait til break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the longest time you’ve wasted on a certain person?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't necessarily waste my time, so whatevs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone you would like to get things straight with?&lt;br /&gt;Sure why not, but I could live cus it's not anything serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of girly sht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your name a common name?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color out of these 5: Green, yellow, blue, pink, or red?&lt;br /&gt;Blue or green, lol. I can never choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;3 finals :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first thing you did when you opened your eyes today?&lt;br /&gt;Check the time / looked at my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say?&lt;br /&gt;Well this is awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You receive $500 without any reason, what do you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;I'd shopppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be in an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Probably sitting in the same chair in the dining room, still trying to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3476811469482936625?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3476811469482936625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3476811469482936625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3476811469482936625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3476811469482936625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-are-you-doing-next-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-77993244533546050</id><published>2011-12-19T19:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:22:00.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone needs to throw a party because I'm in serious need of a good night out, feeling good w/ good company. I miss my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-77993244533546050?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/77993244533546050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=77993244533546050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/77993244533546050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/77993244533546050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/someone-needs-to-throw-party-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8232754244497747135</id><published>2011-12-19T01:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:58:59.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And of course I come to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not every single thing was addressed, but so far, this is good enough to be at peace with some things that have been bothering me for the past year. Finally got the courage and I'm just glad how it went about. Something's still missing, but I'm satisfied. I'm sure there's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stepping stone to trying to be at peace with / accepting myself. 2012 is looking good to me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8232754244497747135?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8232754244497747135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8232754244497747135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8232754244497747135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8232754244497747135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-of-course-i-come-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3694655867325776220</id><published>2011-12-18T01:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T01:22:11.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's past 1AM and I can honestly say that I had a great day. All I did was go to shepherd's training (for the 4th year in a row, haha) and finish watching season 4 of One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because even though I didn't do much and just went out to go to shepherd's training again, I learn something new every year when I do attend it. I love it honestly. We were put in groups today to do a healing workshop and what I really realized after being with my group was that even though we're so different from each other, at the end of the day, a lot of us go through / try to deal with the same struggles and that's what makes us alike in a way. It's kind of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with One Tree Hill, I'm souped I finished season 4. I feel like I waste a lot of time watching it, but whatever! Maybe I'm weird, but I really do learn a lot from watching that show. Too many of their episodes are so damn heart tugging and tear jerking. I swear God talks to me through these shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to thank God for a good day and for everything really. I guess I'll study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3694655867325776220?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3694655867325776220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3694655867325776220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3694655867325776220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3694655867325776220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-past-1am-and-i-can-honestly-say.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8734600744293068114</id><published>2011-12-15T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:39:52.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of those "I only did it because you did it first / before" type thing. Nights like this remind me why we are friends. I honestly don't ever see myself having another friendship like ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8734600744293068114?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8734600744293068114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8734600744293068114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8734600744293068114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8734600744293068114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-of-those-i-only-did-it-because-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2037272176771910763</id><published>2011-12-15T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:37:52.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty amazing how much my friends inspire and motivate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I miss my friends. Can someone just throw a huge party so I can see all my friends again `;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2037272176771910763?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2037272176771910763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2037272176771910763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2037272176771910763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2037272176771910763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-pretty-amazing-how-much-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2255704585671232143</id><published>2011-12-11T03:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:43:51.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing random sht at this time of day when I should be sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'll let you know when I actually start liking someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What on your body is hurting or bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My whole body bothers me actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your last thought before going to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hm.. I forgot, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;High - Big Sean is currently playing from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s something you’re not looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Exams, ugh! I just want break already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you think your best friend is right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Either still partying, on the way home, at home, or with her boo. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you kissed anybody in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss on the first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depends how much I'm into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sure.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you seriously happy with where you are in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well this question really just got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there something you would like to say to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are three things you did today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Arranged room, went shopping w/ Jess, &amp;amp; did my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather sleep at a friend’s or have them over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depends on my mood, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite kind of gum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anything minty is fine or good fruity ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is on your wrists right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nothing. Should be a tattoo on one of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate when people call you when you’re sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who’s the biggest slut you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's a bunch of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does anyone have strong feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wasted your time on someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nah, don't wanna say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you do the alphabet in sign language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How have you felt today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pretty good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You receive $60 without any reason, what do you spend it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Right now? I'd probably save it cus I don't really need anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is wrong with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My sleeping pattern and endless thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there anyone you’re really disappointed in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why yes, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you rather have Starbucks or Jamba Juice right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jamba Juice because I'm craving something sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh gahd, I never was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some time around 3 or 4AM I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Doing my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being with family and break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you anything like you were at this point last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A few things haven't changed, but I definitely have a different mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you wearing jeans right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a patient person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like a lot of pretty pastel colors &amp;amp; dark grey/navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone could be cuddling you right now, who would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Uh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you love anyone who is not related to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sure, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You could say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever liked someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Usually the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.. once actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2255704585671232143?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2255704585671232143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2255704585671232143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2255704585671232143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2255704585671232143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/doing-random-sht-at-this-time-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5992724986302829003</id><published>2011-12-11T03:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:28:48.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every now &amp;amp; then I still catch myself wishing it was you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5992724986302829003?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5992724986302829003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5992724986302829003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5992724986302829003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5992724986302829003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-now-then-i-still-catch-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8917377873380166027</id><published>2011-12-11T03:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T03:24:45.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I still believe that 2010 has been the best. Odd years are booty compared to even years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8917377873380166027?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8917377873380166027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8917377873380166027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8917377873380166027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8917377873380166027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-i-still-believe-that-2010-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4269420387507157149</id><published>2011-12-04T02:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T02:46:50.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should be feeling guilty for this. I guess I'll just look at it as a way to really get into that fckin head of yours and kinda know what really goes on in there. Omygulay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4269420387507157149?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4269420387507157149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4269420387507157149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4269420387507157149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4269420387507157149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-should-be-feeling-guilty-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-452150133358584725</id><published>2011-12-03T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:17:36.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just realized I don't have anyone to complain to. Wow, forever &amp;amp; ever &amp;amp; ever &amp;amp; ever x's infinity alone. Weh! Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-452150133358584725?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/452150133358584725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=452150133358584725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/452150133358584725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/452150133358584725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-realized-i-dont-have-anyone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7952760490581089803</id><published>2011-12-03T01:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:17:00.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7952760490581089803?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7952760490581089803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7952760490581089803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7952760490581089803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7952760490581089803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-535768953424315813</id><published>2011-12-01T01:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T02:04:02.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Honestly, at the end of the day, all I simply want is a guy that I can talk to about anything &amp;amp; everything with, without him judging or thinking I'm weird because of the crazy ideas that linger in my mind. A real best guy friend with good conversation, that's all I'm asking for. Is that really hard to find nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-535768953424315813?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/535768953424315813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=535768953424315813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/535768953424315813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/535768953424315813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/12/honestly-at-end-of-day-all-i-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6548041840905221565</id><published>2011-11-30T00:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:10:58.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I think about this, something that may never even be brought up again. Sometimes I wish it would, but then again I have the whole idea in my head of me backtracking instead of moving forward so I think about what I'd get myself into all over again. BUT then again I begin to think I'm dumb for even thinking about this.. It's one of those worrying about something that probably won't even happen kind of situations. -_- Why am I so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6548041840905221565?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6548041840905221565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6548041840905221565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6548041840905221565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6548041840905221565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know-why-i-think-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8460314764384070338</id><published>2011-11-28T02:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:11:52.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suck at life and lately I've just been stuck in a daze. I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8460314764384070338?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8460314764384070338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8460314764384070338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8460314764384070338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8460314764384070338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-suck-at-life-and-lately-ive-just-been.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6821501367497094982</id><published>2011-11-27T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:20:22.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to be afraid of living life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6821501367497094982?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6821501367497094982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6821501367497094982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6821501367497094982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6821501367497094982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-want-to-be-afraid-of-living-life.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3997875549443370742</id><published>2011-11-27T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T18:18:09.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O. Gahd. I can't. I just can't. I cannot! adlfkaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3997875549443370742?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3997875549443370742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3997875549443370742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3997875549443370742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3997875549443370742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/o_27.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5467589052223519879</id><published>2011-11-26T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:53:58.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realized friendship is always a factor. Meh. Meep. Moop. Siiiiiiiiiiigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5467589052223519879?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5467589052223519879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5467589052223519879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5467589052223519879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5467589052223519879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-realized-friendship-is-always-factor.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-706281925346820545</id><published>2011-11-23T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:16:09.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-706281925346820545?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/706281925346820545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=706281925346820545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/706281925346820545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/706281925346820545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1160019577455611746</id><published>2011-11-20T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:17:38.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love seeing my friends happy `=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1160019577455611746?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1160019577455611746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1160019577455611746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1160019577455611746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1160019577455611746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-seeing-my-friends-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5618552655025879143</id><published>2011-11-19T03:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:06:33.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I had a twitter back in 2010 because it'd help me remember all the good sht I did &amp;amp; keep track of it in my planner but that was a fail. I guess I was having too much fun. 2011 has been good but it doesn't compare to 2010. Even years &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Odd years. Always! I'm actually about to update this 2011 planner too -_- hmph. S'ok cus memories are memories. Gonna love'em forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5618552655025879143?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5618552655025879143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5618552655025879143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5618552655025879143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5618552655025879143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-i-had-twitter-back-in-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8415394598501044675</id><published>2011-11-18T01:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:29:54.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a damn, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;shame and waste of so much potential. It's actually really sad to see a person like you to be that kind of person. Too, too sad. You can't help someone who doesn't want to helped and you seem to be quite a perfect example. I'm a bit heart broken for you. Smh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s m h. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8415394598501044675?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8415394598501044675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8415394598501044675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8415394598501044675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8415394598501044675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-damn-damn-shame-and-waste-of-so.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3326183507228214034</id><published>2011-11-17T01:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:55:49.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably had one of the most refreshing conversations today. I don't even remember the last time I had a legit deep conversation with someone. I honestly didn't expect "I'll take the longer way so we could talk more" to turn into a 2+ hour conversation outside my homies house. It's nice to know you're not alone with some things and actually open up for once. Pretty sure I won't be saying whatever was said anytime soon or maybe even ever again. Actually feels like a ton of weight off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3326183507228214034?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3326183507228214034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3326183507228214034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3326183507228214034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3326183507228214034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/probably-had-one-of-most-refreshing.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5466349780393782451</id><published>2011-11-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:01:16.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Crossing my fingers* for a lot of things to just go smoothly. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5466349780393782451?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5466349780393782451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5466349780393782451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5466349780393782451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5466349780393782451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/crossing-my-fingers-for-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6777823664856281683</id><published>2011-11-13T04:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T04:09:25.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just not fair. I am always losing. When WHEN when? I know I deserve something. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's my big break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;amp; no wonder why the fck people say opposites attract. It's pissing me off because we are pretty much exactly the same and I just want you to do you but you won't and that's just hypocritical of me because I need to do the same thing I want you to do. Omg. I'm gonna hit someone. What am I saying. I hate people. and like. people. MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6777823664856281683?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6777823664856281683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6777823664856281683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6777823664856281683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6777823664856281683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-just-not-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6980555859269871688</id><published>2011-11-12T04:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T04:16:11.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thinking of scenarios you know that will never happen.. I honestly don't know what's wrong with me sometimes -_- But I mean like, it is a good passerby and time killer. A girl can only dream... Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I need to stop. I always always do this because it's just easier for me to not make things worse / gives me an excuse to get out of it. But. for some reason I don't do it as much? I guess cus maybe this could different. No? Okay. Whatever. Talking out of my ass at 4AM. I mean like, it'd be great. I think? But. I don't know. Real bad, real bad Michael Jackson....falkjfd; I need to stop holding back from things that could actually be something good for me. Finally. Kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. No. It's whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6980555859269871688?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6980555859269871688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6980555859269871688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6980555859269871688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6980555859269871688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/thinking-of-scenarios-you-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3980619492574152715</id><published>2011-11-10T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T22:36:04.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our conversations aren't that exciting anymore. I guess this is me moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3980619492574152715?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3980619492574152715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3980619492574152715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3980619492574152715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3980619492574152715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-conversations-arent-that-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5948141405282714459</id><published>2011-11-10T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:26:29.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O. I am one certified dumbass. I do not know why the hell I just did that to myself. WHY. Wow. I am an idiot. Just made myself soooo sick it's kind of incredibly ridiculous. I am so stupid. Gonna hit my head against this wall now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/END rant&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"You deserve an emperor." L m f a o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5948141405282714459?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5948141405282714459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5948141405282714459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5948141405282714459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5948141405282714459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-9195222664468507355</id><published>2011-11-10T10:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:19:54.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate the heavy hearted feeling. It's just a feeling way too familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When is it my turn to be happy..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-9195222664468507355?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/9195222664468507355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=9195222664468507355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9195222664468507355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9195222664468507355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-heavy-hearted-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-5393840960647330672</id><published>2011-11-09T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:11:10.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet again, someone asks what's wrong with me when it comes to relationships. "I don't know what's up with you, I think you're afraid to be in a relationship or you're afraid of commitment or something." That shit sounded way too familiar. It's weird when the same things come from two different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I never think anyone likes me. People are catching on that I always say that about every person, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally sucking at life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-5393840960647330672?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/5393840960647330672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=5393840960647330672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5393840960647330672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/5393840960647330672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/yet-again-someone-asks-whats-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4880376382269070477</id><published>2011-11-09T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:41:15.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my first speeding ticket today. Fml! Early sucky bday present to me, eh. MEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4880376382269070477?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4880376382269070477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4880376382269070477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4880376382269070477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4880376382269070477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/got-my-first-speeding-ticket-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2754931423268504925</id><published>2011-11-07T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:21:34.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BRB. Just got my dumb ass self into a sticky sticky S T I C K Y ass situation. I don't know why I always do this to myself. Ferkkkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2754931423268504925?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2754931423268504925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2754931423268504925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2754931423268504925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2754931423268504925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/brb.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-9155621588006893086</id><published>2011-11-07T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T07:37:19.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;amp; Hereeee it goooes again. Freaking finding every little thing wrong. I hateee when I go thru this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-9155621588006893086?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/9155621588006893086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=9155621588006893086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9155621588006893086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9155621588006893086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/hereeee-it-goooes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4663655612809933366</id><published>2011-11-07T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:55:43.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soooooo about this FIND weekend we just had.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhadflkajah. I can't. Raising my arms in the air yet again. I'm pretty sure these random crack ups from thinking about the weekend is gonna last a while. I can't believe the asshole ass move I did either, hahah. Shit. I don't even feel guilty for doing it. Hahaha, oh my gahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're young, we're having fun, so fuuuck it. Live life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the whenever I see you this week cus that's gonna be oneee funny, probably awkward, encounter. Hahaalkfjha. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4663655612809933366?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4663655612809933366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4663655612809933366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4663655612809933366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4663655612809933366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/soooooo-about-this-find-weekend-we-just.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7279834451138133709</id><published>2011-11-03T01:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T01:07:03.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You give me hope that there are still great and different dudes that are worth it out there. I seriously hope your girlfriend is just as fckin great of a person as you are because seriously, in this generation people like you are so hard to find and come across. You're one of the few that really motivate me to become a better person because you are such a genuine person yourself. Thanks mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7279834451138133709?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7279834451138133709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7279834451138133709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7279834451138133709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7279834451138133709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-give-me-hope-that-there-are-still.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-831356665298046005</id><published>2011-11-02T00:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:25:58.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suck at life. Omgz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-831356665298046005?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/831356665298046005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=831356665298046005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/831356665298046005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/831356665298046005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-suck-at-life.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8024568394877641945</id><published>2011-11-02T00:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:21:14.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHITTY MC SHIT SHIT. I seriously want to turn off the world. Like completely mute people and stop time for a few cus I need some peace. lfjaljfdadj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8024568394877641945?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8024568394877641945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8024568394877641945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8024568394877641945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8024568394877641945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/11/shitty-mc-shit-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1357252566556716286</id><published>2011-10-31T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:56:42.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oOooh how I wish I wasn't so shy... and awkward.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, 5 years down the road and I still remember my freshman Halloween hahahahaha. Awman, so young &amp;amp; naive. The easier days, lmao. The ugly, awkward days.. hahah eee. It's crazy where everyone has ended up. Glad to still be w/ the ones I call my girls since the get go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; moving along, I wish I was going to FIND, pooooop. But t'is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; that reminds me next weekend makes it a year I felt bittersweet.. That night I was kinda upset because I knew that's where everything went wrong and things were changing, but at the same time I got something better and started cheesing like a dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha. And now I'm here. Awkward run-ins w/ you whenever I see you which is once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K idk what I'm talking about, gonna go study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1357252566556716286?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1357252566556716286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1357252566556716286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1357252566556716286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1357252566556716286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/ooooh-how-i-wish-i-wasnt-so-shy.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3407911890166982973</id><published>2011-10-30T06:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:24:09.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am awkward around 'handsome / gwapo / take home to yo mama type' boys... MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3407911890166982973?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3407911890166982973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3407911890166982973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3407911890166982973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3407911890166982973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-awkward-around-handsome-gwapo-take.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3212333521323933071</id><published>2011-10-29T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:10:20.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On to the next one, onto the nexttt onee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3212333521323933071?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3212333521323933071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3212333521323933071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3212333521323933071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3212333521323933071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-to-next-one-onto-nexttt-onee.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4034565687050109780</id><published>2011-10-27T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:24:04.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, Michelle always does a survey when I'm in the mood to do one, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Closed please! I get creeped out when it's open cus I think of Saw, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?&lt;br /&gt;Tucked in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, lol. That reminds me of the episode from As Told By Ginger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Do you like to use post-it notes?&lt;br /&gt;Yesss. I like cute colored ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Do you have freckles?&lt;br /&gt;Why actually yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Do you always smile for pictures?&lt;br /&gt;Yep usually. Unless I'm doing a stupid face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;Hm... one of them is when people chew w/ their mouth open. Not cute, booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk?&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I find myself doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Have you ever peed in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, nope don't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: What about pooped in the woods?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Do you chew your pens and pencils?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I find that quite gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: How many people have you slept with this week?&lt;br /&gt;Psh, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: What size is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Full! Love ma bed, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: What is your Song of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, good question! Usually I have one every week but this week I've been listening to the whole Two Door Cinema Club album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink?&lt;br /&gt;If they can rock it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Do you still watch cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;Eh not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Whats your least favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Don't have a least favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?&lt;br /&gt;In my closet, jk. Um... Idk. Yeah, I suck lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: What do you drink with dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really eat chicken nuggets so.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25: What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Sushi, omgah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?&lt;br /&gt;Mean Girls, The Parent Trap, &amp;amp; Step Brothers to name a few :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27: Last person you kissed/kissed you?&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm not sure.. but it was either the kid from FIND last november or the kid from the night of Justin's bday... lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?&lt;br /&gt;No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Probably high school :( lol I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31: Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33: Ever ran out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;Nope but I've been on E plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34: Favorite kind of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Turkey or roast beef or subway's chicken teriyaki! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35: Best thing to eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal? Cereal? Nutella y bread? They all good, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36: What is your usual bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;Varies all the time but I'm trying to fix it because getting no sleep leads to obesity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37: Are you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;At times but I try not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;I always was a cheerleader. Once I was Jasmine! Oh another time I was like a beauty pageant girl, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39: What is your Chinese astrological sign?&lt;br /&gt;Monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40: How many languages can you speak?&lt;br /&gt;- Two. English and Bitch. &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; Hahahah word! I'd add in sarcasm for me too. &amp;amp; a little of Bisaya, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs?&lt;br /&gt;Legos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43: Are you stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44: Who is better...Leno or Letterman?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45: Ever watch soap operas?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46: Are you afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47: Do you sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49: Do you dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Probably just bounce to the beat, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50: Ever used a gun?&lt;br /&gt;BB gun! I def wanna go to a shoot range some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember! Probably senior pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52: Do you think musicals are cheesy?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. They can be sometimes, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53: Is Christmas stressful?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but it's worth it. Love the holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54: Ever eat a pierogi?&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of that but I'm not quite sure what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55: Favorite type of fruit pie?&lt;br /&gt;Eh don't really like fruit pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher, pro tennis player, &amp;amp; physical therapist, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57: Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Yess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59: Take a vitamin daily?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60: Wear slippers?&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61: Wear a bath robe?&lt;br /&gt;I need one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62: What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Bahay clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63: First concert?&lt;br /&gt;Free GMA Jonas Brothers concert `:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?&lt;br /&gt;Target!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65: Nike or Adidas?&lt;br /&gt;Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66: Cheetos Or Fritos?&lt;br /&gt;- I love those bbq fritos. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have... or maybe I'm just thinking I did, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69: Ever take dance lessons?&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined that, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71: Can you curl your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Yessir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72: Ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;Almost, omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yess, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74: Own any record albums?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75: Own a record player?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76: Regularly burn incense?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77: Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Nopeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78: Who would you like to see in concert?&lt;br /&gt;Shooot. JCole, Adele, John Legend, Kanye, JayZ. The list can go on &amp;amp; on but I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79: What was the last concert you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Should've been that Power Live concert UGHH. But the last one was Slum Village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80: Hot tea or cold tea?&lt;br /&gt;Hot, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81: Tea or coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Green tea &amp;amp; french vanilla coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82: Sugar or snickerdoodles?&lt;br /&gt;Snickerdoodles omgzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83: Can you swim well?&lt;br /&gt;I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85: Are you patient?&lt;br /&gt;Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86: DJ or band, at a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, prob a DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87: Ever won a contest?&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88: Ever have plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89: Which are better black or green olives?&lt;br /&gt;Chopped black ones on pizza, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90: Can you knit or crochet?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I can sew tho! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91: Best room for a fireplace?&lt;br /&gt;Living room, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92: Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93: If married, how long have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;aldkjfaljd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94: Who was your HS crush?&lt;br /&gt;Wow. No one. How sad, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96: Do you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Jk noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97: Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;Yepppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98: Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling navy blue, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99: Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4034565687050109780?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4034565687050109780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4034565687050109780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4034565687050109780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4034565687050109780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/yay-michelle-always-does-survey-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3972874012526504515</id><published>2011-10-21T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:56:49.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"*Sigh* This is nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$#(*&amp;amp;!ASLKDJL. Sometimes I wish I could just go up to you &amp;amp;  hug you, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BRB, just a tad bit sick because that popped into my head. I wish cute stuff still happened to me. How does my dad have someone &amp;amp; I don't...... There's something wrong with that picture. My brother &amp;amp; I in this family.. forever alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3972874012526504515?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3972874012526504515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3972874012526504515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3972874012526504515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3972874012526504515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/sigh-this-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3559249936278215045</id><published>2011-10-20T23:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:21:54.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Damn, I will never forget the night at Rutgers I just so happened to run into you walking at the Busch campus. It's been 4+ years maybe since I saw you til that night last year. Talk about fckin coincidence. Miss you a lot, old friend. I really do hope I cross paths with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3559249936278215045?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3559249936278215045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3559249936278215045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3559249936278215045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3559249936278215045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/damn-i-will-never-forget-night-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4327589565613684398</id><published>2011-10-17T00:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:20:44.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO SURE. &amp;amp; here goes the cycle. Dis shit cray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4327589565613684398?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4327589565613684398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4327589565613684398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4327589565613684398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4327589565613684398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-so-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6307969740583327394</id><published>2011-10-13T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:17:36.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Head up. Chin up. Stay Positive. What is meant to be will find its way. This is the journey God wants you to be. Work hard. It'll all pay off in the long run. Give yourself me time. Don't block out the world entirely. Keep faith. Keep praying. NOTE TO SELF. It has to get better, I know it can. It will all get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6307969740583327394?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6307969740583327394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6307969740583327394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6307969740583327394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6307969740583327394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/head-up.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2714496108034231711</id><published>2011-10-11T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:33:01.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks Michelle, as usual `=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?&lt;br /&gt;- My daddy better mean it! Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm 18 soo yeah, I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh. Hm. Yesterday? Kinda, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?&lt;br /&gt;- Not talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm, yes actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Sweats &amp;amp; a vneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How often do you listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;- All day, err day. Can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?&lt;br /&gt;- Neither. Leggings, stockings &amp;amp; pants! Woowoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2012?&lt;br /&gt;- I feel like it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm usually social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?&lt;br /&gt;- Mm, nope. Don't believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What about ‘R’?&lt;br /&gt;- Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;- No! Definitely learning from my brother some time soon tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Fuckem bcus they most likely don't even know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you going out of town soon?&lt;br /&gt;- Eh. Not anywhere far / special lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you could change your eye color, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- A lighter brown would be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?&lt;br /&gt;- Brothers &amp;amp; pops / fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.&lt;br /&gt;- Work was puhretty boring, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?&lt;br /&gt;- Yess, WEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. What's dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you sitting on right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Ma comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends, sometimes haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?&lt;br /&gt;- Ehhh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think anyone. My nights are so lonely nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you get a lot of colds?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?&lt;br /&gt;- Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think I give anyone reasons to hate me but if they do, whateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?&lt;br /&gt;- Not anymore. The last one wasn't even hidden, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like watching scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;- When I'm with a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you want your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;- I used to but I'm over that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- 05. UGH. Fuck you 7th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;- Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;- No ssirrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. Maybe my dad since he's freaking on the other side of the world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Going out to dinner w/ good company really made it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- NooOope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;- Gonna be working w/ some of my fave coworkers, woowoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What’s the best part about school?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess chilling w/ friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;- Quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?&lt;br /&gt;- Aw I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?&lt;br /&gt;- All. the. time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Were you single over the last summer?&lt;br /&gt;- UH.. Yeah .. lmao wut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Studying should be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you nice to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Most of the time, unless you give me a reason not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?&lt;br /&gt;- Story of my first &amp;amp; only bf, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?&lt;br /&gt;- Most def.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeup. A good friend recently told me I'm good at hiding shit actually. *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you think you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. Boys are icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?&lt;br /&gt;- Why technically yes, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess I'm equally cool w/ both &amp;amp; they both equally annoy me, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. How’s your heart?&lt;br /&gt;- In good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Have you ever cried over a guy?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know and I don't care. Eat poop, hoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Are your toenails painted pink?&lt;br /&gt;- Mm, no, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;- Uh, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?&lt;br /&gt;- Um, that's kinda weird if you love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?&lt;br /&gt;- No, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;- Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. How do you look right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Bummayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Can you commit to one person?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;- Somewhat everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;br /&gt;- Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Did you wake up cranky?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;- Not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Are relationships ever worth it?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Anyone you’re giving up on?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Currently wanting to see anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- I miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Espanol clase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;- Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Is there someone you will never forget?&lt;br /&gt;- Many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?&lt;br /&gt;- No feelingsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Making sweet love. LMAO jk. I don't even know who I want to be with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Are you over your past?&lt;br /&gt;- Past is da past. I actually like to laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhhhh. Nuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?&lt;br /&gt;- Mostly everything &amp;amp; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't even have one of those, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;- Probably not, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?&lt;br /&gt;- Chyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?&lt;br /&gt;- Don't believe so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?&lt;br /&gt;- Noooope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah because it was nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure, he ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Who do you have texts from?&lt;br /&gt;- Usually Lauren, Ed, &amp;amp; Jess O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like anyonee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yessir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?&lt;br /&gt;- Lauren bo fauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Ever kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Aw, miss that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2714496108034231711?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2714496108034231711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2714496108034231711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2714496108034231711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2714496108034231711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/thanks-michelle-as-usual-p-1.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4216772855751258244</id><published>2011-10-10T01:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:01:16.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey Mom, I miss you. Wish you were still here because I know I wouldn't be crying these tears and life wouldn't be as complicated as it has been ever since you left. Visit in my dreams soon. I love you. I miss you. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4216772855751258244?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4216772855751258244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4216772855751258244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4216772855751258244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4216772855751258244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/hey-mom-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1494411147462223198</id><published>2011-10-04T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:00:01.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why, but I guess this is how it has to be to keep this friendship going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1494411147462223198?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1494411147462223198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1494411147462223198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1494411147462223198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1494411147462223198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-know-why-but-i-guess-this-is-how.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8851043424196795690</id><published>2011-10-04T03:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T03:13:55.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;deeleeeteeee. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8851043424196795690?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8851043424196795690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8851043424196795690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8851043424196795690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8851043424196795690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/deeleeeteeee.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-594055155893032477</id><published>2011-10-02T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:05:00.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though it's nothing serious at all, I have come to a conclusion that I don't know how to act around you. Aha. `=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder when the day I finally like someone comes around. I don't remember at all how it feels like. Sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-594055155893032477?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/594055155893032477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=594055155893032477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/594055155893032477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/594055155893032477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/10/even-though-its-nothing-serious-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8123816011233558667</id><published>2011-09-28T23:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:24:33.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did I bring myself to reread all these old memories?! Can't say that I don't miss it tho. MEH. Good times always outweigh the bad ones when it comes to you. fcklife, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8123816011233558667?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8123816011233558667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8123816011233558667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8123816011233558667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8123816011233558667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-did-i-bring-myself-to-reread-all.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3021673766114296019</id><published>2011-09-26T00:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:00:11.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's like that I love you but I'm not in love with you type of thing." Lmfao, please Lord, tell me why are we still friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3021673766114296019?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3021673766114296019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3021673766114296019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3021673766114296019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3021673766114296019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-like-that-i-love-you-but-im-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4296753608323810455</id><published>2011-09-24T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:37:04.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like a moping child. What's wrong with me! I don't even have a legit reason, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4296753608323810455?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4296753608323810455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4296753608323810455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4296753608323810455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4296753608323810455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-like-moping-child.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-433998214723559368</id><published>2011-09-23T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:04:45.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just overdoing myself. I don't remember the last time I had a good sleep -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-433998214723559368?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/433998214723559368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=433998214723559368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/433998214723559368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/433998214723559368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/maybe-im-just-overdoing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075372786963947714.post-2294889652804980647</id><published>2011-09-20T00:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:36:29.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seriously need to start making moves. You &amp;amp; you &amp;amp; you ain't gonn happen if I don't start moving. Things are about to start getting interesting around here. I mean. Hopefully. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. This nigga really said that I've been flirting with him lately..... Uh wuttt, lmfao. I really wasn't aware that I was because I would put 'sikenah' or 'jk' after my slick comments. People are weird, but whatever. It's fun to mess with people's heads, mehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second hand.... I've been thinking way too much lately. Like my mind is going crazy. Sometimes I catch myself making up scenarios in my head or thinking of what to say to people / convos that will probably never happen or get brought up. Lmao, I'm so weird -_- Kinda like I'm worry about things that are probably not going to happen to me. And then I so happened to have a convo w/ L about relationships .. yada yada yada. I can honestly say that I have only liked 2 people in my life. My ridiculous middle school crush, lmfao.. &amp;amp; obviously my first and only boyfriend. Ever since then I haven't liked anybody! Only tiny ass crushes that last basically a week every now and then. Lol, so pathetic. Anyway, I'm rambling so I'm just gonna shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2294889652804980647?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2294889652804980647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2294889652804980647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2294889652804980647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2294889652804980647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-seriously-need-to-start-making-moves.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7205182662487853518</id><published>2011-09-18T20:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:40:39.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow, why am I such a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I need to party w/ my friends &amp;amp; good company... Asapppp pleasee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7205182662487853518?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7205182662487853518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7205182662487853518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7205182662487853518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7205182662487853518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow-why-am-i-such-bitch-on-other-hand-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4625931950911115529</id><published>2011-09-18T02:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:29:59.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's never enough time to say everything I have on my mind and there are days all I want do is simply converse with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4625931950911115529?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4625931950911115529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4625931950911115529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4625931950911115529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4625931950911115529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-never-enough-time-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-838143198649862897</id><published>2011-09-17T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:36:35.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>killing time. tenks michelle, haha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do splits?&lt;br /&gt;Nope :( lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted and why?&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Ron it was nice knowing him since he's waiting for his "death sentence" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Morning! I feel cleaner, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone ?&lt;br /&gt;Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone’s life?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Quatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which year has been the best so far?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely even years. 2010 I guess because it's the most recent best year, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laughed really hard?&lt;br /&gt;It was recently, but I don't remember exactly lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your next road trip?&lt;br /&gt;Um. Idk! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone addicted to anything?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;To the left, to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone by the name of Lee?&lt;br /&gt;I do actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a heartbreak feel as bad as it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ate popcorn in the past 48 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 10 AM?&lt;br /&gt;I think I was slowly waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anything to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Actually yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7AM?&lt;br /&gt;Turning off my damn alarm cus I forgot it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Great. I think today's going to be a great day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember. Maybe some time last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever injected a drug?&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;Never met either of them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight with your grandparents often?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that was bothering you before, is it still bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Brush ma shoulders off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my cousins today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Check zee time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to your number 1?&lt;br /&gt;Number 1? This isn't myspace. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; Lolll word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a R, A, M, or V?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer warm or cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;Right in between warm &amp;amp; cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;None.. I usually don't have cash on me anymore lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;bball shorts &amp;amp; a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;Almost 3am I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What/who woke you up today?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time someone yelled at you ?&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any emotion you’re trying to avoid right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited for winter?&lt;br /&gt;Fall! Winter gets too cold sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your first name?&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;This, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your eye color would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;A lighter brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen the last person you kissed without their shirt on?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe the last person you kissed still cares about you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the first person you saw this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Oleen buh loleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was yesterday fun?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were you doing at 1 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;On my laptop / bbming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does your last text say?&lt;br /&gt;"Word up next Saturday" from Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you hug the last person you hugged again?&lt;br /&gt;Sure why not.. even tho I don't remember who the person was, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has the last person you kissed ever made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. No, not necessarily? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you excited for anything?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;This!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter. I'm about to go write out my cousins bday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you worried about anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;Balancing out school &amp;amp; work -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any drugs in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;You Got Served, lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is annoying you?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing as of now, but people usually do hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like the color blue?&lt;br /&gt;I like navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know anyone who is going through a hard time?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, brah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you get to sleep in today?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will you be in 1 hour?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe taking a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you get along with girls?&lt;br /&gt;Select few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did you last talk to in person besides family?&lt;br /&gt;One of my co workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone you were good friends with, that you no longer get along with?&lt;br /&gt;We just drifted apart. Life happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone let you down lately?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone you’d do anything for?&lt;br /&gt;Fam always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-838143198649862897?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/838143198649862897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=838143198649862897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/838143198649862897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/838143198649862897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/killing-time.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2692970031971572266</id><published>2011-09-15T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:01:09.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow... thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2692970031971572266?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2692970031971572266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2692970031971572266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2692970031971572266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2692970031971572266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2191954941090620203</id><published>2011-09-14T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T01:28:47.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's funny how advice towards someone else was just so relevant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note2Self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2191954941090620203?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2191954941090620203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2191954941090620203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2191954941090620203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2191954941090620203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-funny-how-advice-towards-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-9093966185256616573</id><published>2011-09-12T23:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:41:56.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kinda torn, kinda not. I kinda actually don't give a fck. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm young, I'm just having fun." Yep, that's my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-9093966185256616573?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/9093966185256616573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=9093966185256616573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9093966185256616573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/9093966185256616573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/kinda-torn-kinda-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6641158982951938129</id><published>2011-09-11T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:53:27.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a really long survey, you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I'm too cold to get up from bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name one thing about the last person who texted you.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh Idk.. he drives a subi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's not excessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where would you like to live?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind staying in Cali for the summer, the city while I'm young/single &amp;amp; perhaps Jersey when I'm settling down. But who knows where I'll end up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When was the last time you got flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh graduation, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When was your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;November last year I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who knows you better than you know yourself?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. My bed is keeping me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;Eat some breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm usually like that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you like pushing buttons even when you don't know what they do?&lt;br /&gt;Lol yeah sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you still talk to the person you last kissed on the lips?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I seriously don't know how we managed to stay friends, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will you be in a relationship one month from now?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you drink bottled water?&lt;br /&gt;Yess! I usually always have one with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason the last person called you?&lt;br /&gt;Ron was telling me he was outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think back five months ago, what was your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Strictly doing me, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are being extremely quiet, what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Tired, shy, annoyed, or simply observing people/ my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is the last person of the opposite sex you texted single?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does the last message in your facebook inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure it's my co worker asking if I could take her shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me about the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Rockin an illest shirt, lmaoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long have you lived in your current home?&lt;br /&gt;For 16 years, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you kissed someone starting with O, Y or G?&lt;br /&gt;Lolol just remembered I kissed some kid that started with a G only cus it was a dare. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You never know what you have until you lose it?&lt;br /&gt;Sad truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Way down in there's any part of you sad at all?&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were to die today would your life be complete?&lt;br /&gt;Na man but I'd be dying with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?&lt;br /&gt;Welll my middle name is my mom's maiden name, soo yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;I was actually, thanks. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;br /&gt;Usually 15 - 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has anyone told you that they would always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When was the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, wow I forgot when was the last time I worked. I think it was thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you ever date someone who was gorgeous but they had a conceited attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Nah probably not. Can't deal with sht like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Yessss ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What were you doing at 8 am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sound asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you get along with girls?&lt;br /&gt;The chosen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When's the last time you talked to your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;A couple of minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you go in public looking like you do right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ll bet you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;br /&gt;Day just started for moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a hard time trusting people?&lt;br /&gt;Trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Nopee. Unless it's my weak spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling the color navy blue lately, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;Sure why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name three things you love about winter?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays!, winter fashion, hot chocolate is best in winter tooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is the background on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;A picture of "I can do all things thru Christ, who strengthens me." that I wrote on my white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was today how you planned it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Well my plans for today is - YE18 reunion at trixies &amp;amp; studying after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How often do you straighten your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Rarely nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;For my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you dated the person you texted last?&lt;br /&gt;Uh nuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;Wallet &amp;amp; phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you ever dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who slept in your bed with you last night?&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it doesn't count if I wasn't sleeping but the other person was, right? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe. Probably. I mean like, I don't wanna be alone tho, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?&lt;br /&gt;Yep w/ someone I won't get bored of :) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just remembered I had a dream someone kissed me on my forehead last night too. It's super cute even if it's just a guy friend, it's still sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a fish tank?&lt;br /&gt;I do actually, but it's empty now. RIP fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something interesting happen lately?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. That's interesting! Lol jk, my day just started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you the oldest child?&lt;br /&gt;Nope I'm the behhbay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you rather be called honey or baby?&lt;br /&gt;Babe please! I think that stuff is too mushy gushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last person you kissed screams they love you, your reply?&lt;br /&gt;Psh, I already knew that . Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time last year, can you remember who you liked?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like anyone. I never do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your ex is sitting next to you, with their new partner, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Idgaf, lmao. That probably would never happen because his gf wouldn't allow him to sit next to me if she's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over?&lt;br /&gt;I actually noticed that the dudes I usually crush over have a couple of things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah, lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you good at giving directions?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sorta I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you cry from a text last night?&lt;br /&gt;No, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever had to choose between two people?&lt;br /&gt;Nah I don't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you honestly have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do any of your friends dislike each other?&lt;br /&gt;Eh. They don't dislike each other. They just don't vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened at 9:00 am today?&lt;br /&gt;Shleeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the first thing you did when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have a hard time letting go?&lt;br /&gt;Depending what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is your last ex currently in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I think? I don't know what goes on in his life, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there anything in your room that reminds you of the past memories?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures / letters / post its!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6641158982951938129?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6641158982951938129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6641158982951938129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6641158982951938129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6641158982951938129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-really-long-survey-you-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-4663393892086558962</id><published>2011-09-09T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:04:50.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-4663393892086558962?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/4663393892086558962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=4663393892086558962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4663393892086558962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/4663393892086558962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1681582245656187272</id><published>2011-09-05T01:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:27:27.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahe he heh. Good night texts / bbms or whatever are always sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1681582245656187272?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1681582245656187272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1681582245656187272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1681582245656187272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1681582245656187272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/ahe-he-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7982076001961408465</id><published>2011-09-04T04:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:38:45.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So where’s your man?&lt;br /&gt;Up your butt. Jk, he's non existent, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You kissed the last person you texted, right?&lt;br /&gt;She pecked me once.. whatta lezzy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Think back to May. Do you remember who you liked?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly haven't liked someone in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you care what people think about you?&lt;br /&gt;Only the people that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it usually easy for someone to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Yep!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;Yess. Especially when they're genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Racks - Bei Maejor version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you attend public school?&lt;br /&gt;UCC. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you waiting for anyone to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anything you’re avoiding?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Who saw you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you emotionally strong?&lt;br /&gt;I try to be a tough cookie lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Idr but I most likely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you one of those people who hate crying in front of others?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;Coke for my chaser, bleh. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you a cuddler?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;amp;M.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for three months?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you excited for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Sure! I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any songs you’ve had on repeat for while?&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Thinking About You - Frank Ocean &amp;amp; I Wish - Bei Maejor. Kept listening to them in Cali for a straight week, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What made you sad today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, nothing lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Was last night terrible?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. It was quite refreshing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you look decent when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;No.. loll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is there someone that always makes you happy whenever you see or talk to them?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Has anyone said they loved you today?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so? Or maybe I forgot, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yepp.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Lauren knows my fb pw. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you think you need to change something about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;My weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Plans are done! Went to work, party at Lauren's, &amp;amp; then late night convo w/ bgf outside my house.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you held hands with anyone in the past twenty four hours?&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh. People at Lauren's, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Where were you an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;Walking into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you have a song that explains a situation your currently in?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut?&lt;br /&gt;Team no pants. I rarely ever wear jeans, lol&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are you nice all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time unless someone just gives me a reason to be an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People say you learn something new every day. What did you learn today?&lt;br /&gt;People are skeaaavyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;930ish?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How long until your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Liike 2 months &amp;amp; somethin days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Went to Menlo to pick up my check, picked up trixie after, headed to Elana's house, chilled / ate at Buffalo Wild Wings then had some ice cream at Scoops then back to Elana's to chill for a bit more. Then went home &amp;amp; Ron visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, Stupid, Lovee&amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What song are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen Don't - Gabe Bondoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Kan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What’s the closest black thing to you?&lt;br /&gt;The shirt I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What were you doing last night at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;I think I was chilling in my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is there anyone in the room with you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I bet you’re thinking about someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can you honestly say you’re okay right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yep I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you hate it when people smoke around you?&lt;br /&gt;Not hate but I'd rather stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you have a member of the opposite sex you’ve told everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is it easier to pretend everything’s okay for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Would you curse in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes do but it's not directed towards my dad. Usually when I'm mad and telling him about a situation, haha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is any part of your body sore?&lt;br /&gt;My legs kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Has anyone seen you in your underwear the last five months?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How do you feel about girls smoking?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you remember the person you liked this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I never like anyone, lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;This &amp;amp; bbming &amp;amp; listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you ever slept in the same bed as the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;Yeup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is there someone who you’re attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;James Franco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren's, Church, Tin's, Chill w/ bgf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Can you honestly say that things are running smoothly for you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What were you doing this morning at 8?&lt;br /&gt;Sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How old will you be turning on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;19, bleh whatta weird numbaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you want a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Yessss ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Why yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is there anyone you want to come see you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ever been called babe?&lt;br /&gt;Yessir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Do you have children?&lt;br /&gt;Too young for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What are you planning on doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not be lazy to take off my contacts &amp;amp; sht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7982076001961408465?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7982076001961408465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7982076001961408465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7982076001961408465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7982076001961408465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-wheres-your-man-up-your-butt.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-3128213468597151431</id><published>2011-09-03T01:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T01:07:36.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really? Really?! REALLY?! WHAT WAS THAT. Wow. I don't how to feel right now! I'm so confused. CONFUSED. WEH WEH WEH. I don't like thinking! Thanks a lot! Weh Weh Weh. Forever and always tho &amp;lt;3 Bgf. At the end of the day, you's ma nigga fareal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-3128213468597151431?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/3128213468597151431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=3128213468597151431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3128213468597151431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/3128213468597151431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/really-really-really-what-was-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-1525111783057729538</id><published>2011-09-02T02:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:34:46.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cali 2011. Ah, yes. A vacation that was much, much needed. Loved it, even if I had to get a ticket coming back home. Gotta make this a yearly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-1525111783057729538?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/1525111783057729538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=1525111783057729538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1525111783057729538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/1525111783057729538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/09/cali-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7632802542068250332</id><published>2011-08-23T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:03:50.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know you miss it. I'm over it. Been. Holla at ya mothafckin guala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7632802542068250332?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7632802542068250332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7632802542068250332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7632802542068250332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7632802542068250332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-know-you-miss-it.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6477935995337611602</id><published>2011-08-15T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:25:42.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been dizzy all day. My head feels heavy. I have a headache. My eyes are tired from crying all the time. I've been trapped in my house all day. My room's a mess. The thoughts inside my head is a mess. I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; I've never felt so alone in my life. So I guess this is how it feels like. I feel helpless with absolutely no one.. and I mean no one to turn to. That horrible feeling like you're screaming for help from the bottom of your lungs and nothing comes out your mouth. I'm so tired. It's to the point that I try occupying myself as much as possible away from home just so I don't have to be here. I honestly don't know what to do with myself anymore that it scares me. Here's to reaching my breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping it's meant to be for me to go to Cali next week for 4 days. It's a very much needed vacation away from everything and I'll be traveling alone for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6477935995337611602?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6477935995337611602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6477935995337611602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6477935995337611602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6477935995337611602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/been-dizzy-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6424210269583953002</id><published>2011-08-14T00:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:49:10.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6424210269583953002?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6424210269583953002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6424210269583953002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6424210269583953002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6424210269583953002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-8594866848864848743</id><published>2011-08-11T23:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:52:13.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just tired man. I'm too young to be feeling like this. I wish I didn't have to grow up so soon. Shit gets lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-8594866848864848743?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/8594866848864848743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=8594866848864848743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8594866848864848743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/8594866848864848743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-just-tired-man.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-2784345659046336867</id><published>2011-08-10T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:07:59.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typical me. Just trying to avoid everything. -_- I hate this shit, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-2784345659046336867?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/2784345659046336867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=2784345659046336867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2784345659046336867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/2784345659046336867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/typical-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-6524608414960185383</id><published>2011-08-08T23:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:06:54.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SERIOUSLY. These memories seem to not want to stop replaying over &amp;amp; over again in my head. And for some reason I keep imagining someone asking me this specific question because I'd answer w/ this certain memory. F my life nsht! Certain songs that happen to play don't help either. Poopity poop poooop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-6524608414960185383?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/6524608414960185383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=6524608414960185383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6524608414960185383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/6524608414960185383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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-1075372786963947714.post-7414378499771360406</id><published>2011-08-08T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:05:46.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I feel guilty for giving my dad attitude, I just get so fckin annoyed sometimes. Lately, all I see him doing is texting and/or on the phone w/ his lady friend.. It's annoying and rude because he even does it when we're out with family. I don't even think I do it as much as him especially when I'm around family. Haven't even had a decent convo in a while either. Call it some kind of jealousy but I don't give a flying fuck. If you were me, you would be too. Fuck everything right now. THIS WOULDN'T BE AN ISSUE IF CANCER DID NOT EXIST. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075372786963947714-7414378499771360406?l=deemcnasty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/feeds/7414378499771360406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075372786963947714&amp;postID=7414378499771360406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7414378499771360406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075372786963947714/posts/default/7414378499771360406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deemcnasty.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-much-as-i-feel-guilty-for-giving-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dmcnasty.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355087641813362220</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></feed>
