<?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-1830961612789617635</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:41:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the way I live</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingjester.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830961612789617635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingjester.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juggling Jester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954419568962981353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/5863/img1941jq2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830961612789617635.post-9019630754143210685</id><published>2007-05-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:27:57.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Ride</title><content type='html'>Everything is supposed to happen for a reason. I think this is why I ponder on every thought, every action that takes place in my life.  Trying to find the reason as to why it's happening, how I ended up here? I question things over &amp; over again. I have tried being spontaneous, this usually gets me into a lot more trouble. Although I have more fun when I let all my inhibitions go.  I am currently 24 years old and just now starting to enjoy life &amp; be more earnest all at the same time.  You blink one day, and when your eyes open wide for the first time....the sun is glaring &amp;amp; you close them tight and leave them shut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830961612789617635-9019630754143210685?l=jugglingjester.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jugglingjester.blogspot.com/feeds/9019630754143210685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830961612789617635&amp;postID=9019630754143210685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830961612789617635/posts/default/9019630754143210685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830961612789617635/posts/default/9019630754143210685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jugglingjester.blogspot.com/2007/05/wild-ride.html' title='Wild Ride'/><author><name>Juggling Jester</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954419568962981353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/5863/img1941jq2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
