<?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-22236936</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Franklin Harris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-116967436402012783</id><published>2007-01-24T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:32:44.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All you pretty gay guys out there if your looking around for some gay dating gewtting to know other guys and their culture well you have come to the right place &lt;a href="http://www.cupidsreviews.com/personals/Gay-Dating.html"&gt;gay dating &lt;/a&gt;is here to help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-116967436402012783?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/116967436402012783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/116967436402012783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#116967436402012783' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-116398125919975070</id><published>2006-11-19T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:07:39.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The twelfth step says that a spiritual awakening is the result of these steps. I've been pondering that definite article -- it's not a result, it's the result. A spiritual awakening is not merely one among a bunch of things that happens -- it's the whole point! I'm so deeply grateful that I'm getting a glimmer of that awakening. I admit that I'm delighted that we claim spiritual progress, not perfection, for a really selfish reason: the joy and hope I've gained are completely out of proportion to the barely discernible progress I've made. I want to keep on making a little bit more progress, and gaining more and more joy, hope and peace, all my life. If I were to reach perfection, it seems to me I would not have the chance to gain more blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-116398125919975070?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/116398125919975070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/116398125919975070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#116398125919975070' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-115792667265081212</id><published>2006-09-10T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:17:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ODE TO A WORD THAT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS...&lt;br /&gt;AmesToPleeze: blehAmesToPleeze: I'm just yakingJeweleyz: did u see my blogAmesToPleeze: I haven't seen anyones blogs yetAmesToPleeze: I'm on "catch up" mode at the moment.Jeweleyz: umm okAmesToPleeze: Bleh! Yes!!!AmesToPleeze: great entry!Jeweleyz: isnt it?Jeweleyz: i thought so tooAmesToPleeze: Bleh is the greatest word ever inventedJeweleyz: i agreeJeweleyz: plus i didnt feel any other words described my feelingAmesToPleeze: bleh is the ultimate adjectiveAmesToPleeze: it has too many definitionsAmesToPleeze: you can have an entire dictionary to define just the word bleh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-115792667265081212?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/115792667265081212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/115792667265081212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#115792667265081212' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-114418566913347027</id><published>2006-04-04T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:21:09.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In short, it is there that Syvile proposes to me to go there with it. It had two places in gift with Christmas and as its Nano of love is not there, it proposes to me to replace it with the raised foot. I cannot refuse, I nevertheless love well this singer and in more I other then of did not envisage anything, I go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-114418566913347027?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114418566913347027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114418566913347027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#114418566913347027' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-114418564277461580</id><published>2006-04-04T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:20:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is when happiness?Now a little more than one week ago I was to see Cali in concert with the Zenith of Toulouse. At the beginning, I was not to go there, I had not envisaged it and to listen to a guy to tell these stories of love breaks mouth Ben I found that average... one trails all of the pans then unless liking to hurt itself or to want to come out from there with the desire for throwing me under a train, not the sorrow to try the devil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-114418564277461580?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114418564277461580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114418564277461580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#114418564277461580' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-114142142552159532</id><published>2006-03-20T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:02:43.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wud Up Drank?&lt;br /&gt;would 3 weeks without news, Busta be in otter mode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not, I do not have badly tricks to make in this moment, I spend the last moments with my darling since the re-entry approaches with great steps. Alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, will know that I am also occupied by the management of the site of Lesly Ja. A great honor to occupy me of the site of the one of the largest Scandinavian rappeurs who is likely to do everything péter in the months which come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am also graphic designer of my Hip Hop Shop: Queens Bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, it is not that I am bored, but in the worst case I am from time to time dispo on msn! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-114142142552159532?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114142142552159532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114142142552159532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#114142142552159532' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-114142144635146775</id><published>2006-03-03T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:30:46.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why I have the feeling to disappoint and of emmerder everyone in this moment?To believe that I do not deserve what I have or what I am... or worse: that I do not deserve people who surround me...Well for a long time I was more foutu the doubt like that...Do I deserve my life?I have the impression to disappoint everyone... my darling, my parents, my pals...I would like just that turns well but when all turns well, at the end of one moment, I gache all...Voluntarily or involuntarily...To believe that I cannot gouter with happiness more than one certain time...Me revoici in the doubt...But will know that the problem, it is me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-114142144635146775?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114142144635146775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/114142144635146775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#114142144635146775' title=''/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22236936.post-113956141131340136</id><published>2006-02-10T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:50:11.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my new blog, I will post some stuff here in the near future. Stay Tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22236936-113956141131340136?l=redgranger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/113956141131340136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22236936/posts/default/113956141131340136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redgranger.blogspot.com/index.html#113956141131340136' title='My new blog'/><author><name>cutebitch</name><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></entry></feed>
