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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061295073891012309.post-529428902516011248</id><published>2011-04-11T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:00:49.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything? &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Ashlieelizabeth" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Ashlieelizabeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-529428902516011248?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/529428902516011248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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4chan?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-4837271928897513761?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/4837271928897513761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-were-kid-what-did-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/4837271928897513761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/4837271928897513761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-you-were-kid-what-did-you-want-to.html' title='When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-3262549798735335066</id><published>2011-02-18T19:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:53:04.625Z</updated><title type='text'>What household chore do you hate to do the most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;All of them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I make my little sister do them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Ashlieelizabeth?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;could the real troll here please stand up and go back to 4chan?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-3262549798735335066?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/3262549798735335066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-household-chore-do-you-hate-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/3262549798735335066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/3262549798735335066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-household-chore-do-you-hate-to-do.html' title='What household chore do you hate to do the most?'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-452065797388798297</id><published>2011-01-29T13:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:50:57.933Z</updated><title type='text'>sorry my sister formspring raped me. i dont think justin beiber is attractive or talented in any way. that is all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;sorry my sister formspring raped me. i dont think justin beiber is attractive or talented in any way. that is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/euUnIc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-452065797388798297?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/452065797388798297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry-my-sister-formspring-raped-me-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/452065797388798297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/452065797388798297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry-my-sister-formspring-raped-me-i.html' title='sorry my sister formspring raped me. i dont think justin beiber is attractive or talented in any way. that is all.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-4505510656049824462</id><published>2011-01-29T13:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:17:45.287Z</updated><title type='text'>I am so in love with Justin Bieber</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;I am so in love with Justin Bieber&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/hcNDN9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-4505510656049824462?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-2061295073891012309.post-3694317230568233092</id><published>2010-10-05T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:02:40.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I adore you. you're handsome, and charming... and ... oh shit wrong dude... LOLJK I adore you, you're fit and intelligentablenough xxxxxx LY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;I adore you. you're handsome, and charming... and ... oh shit wrong dude... LOLJK I adore you, you're fit and intelligentablenough xxxxxx LY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/cSPvLq"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-3694317230568233092?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/3694317230568233092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-adore-you-you-handsome-and-charming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/3694317230568233092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/3694317230568233092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-adore-you-you-handsome-and-charming.html' title='I adore you. you&amp;#39;re handsome, and charming... and ... oh shit wrong dude... LOLJK I adore you, you&amp;#39;re fit and intelligentablenough xxxxxx LY'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-1445663577402583629</id><published>2010-09-16T23:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:46:32.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you are actually unbelievably sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;you are actually unbelievably sexy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/aIt78M"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-1445663577402583629?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/1445663577402583629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-actually-unbelievably-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/1445663577402583629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/1445663577402583629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-actually-unbelievably-sexy.html' title='you are actually unbelievably sexy'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-7456655577829388260</id><published>2010-06-14T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:26:24.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bondage up yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Where&amp;nbsp;did mondays come from? who invented them? and why are they so unbearable? Three questions out of a million I find myself asking. another question I find myself unable to answer is "why did I stay up til 3am today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ahh 3am. an unholy hour I've been seeing&amp;nbsp; quite a lot of lately, and tbh. I don't even talk to anyone on msn, or do much on facebook, all I've been doing is thinking. like its a new thing I find myself able to do... all I do is think, about my former relationship, and if its fixable, despite knowing I should be over this by now, and I'm really not, and I think about where I'm going in life, where I want to be, who I want to be. And not one bit of it makes any sence to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;although I'll admit, Jamie did one thing right, he brought me back from indie, and helped me see the light and return to being a dirty little mosher :D which I'm pretty happy about. I can't even listen to Kings of Leon anymore without cringing and thinking "what the fuck was I thinking??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;yet every night, just before I fall asleep I still listen to Bed Of Roses, close my eyes and pretend, to a time when all was good, and I was Jamie's, and I remember the things we did, and the things we said, and&amp;nbsp;I'll smile even with the tears streaming down my face... stupid&amp;nbsp; I guess. I know its over, and I can accept it. but damn did I let a good one go haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;anyway. those days are long over, and as much as&amp;nbsp;I hope and pray. they're never coming back. :'( at least I doubt it, and I'm left here, in the college ict room, typing up my thoughts, and left with a shit load of amazing memories I swear I'll never forget, and what feels like an everlasting sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ashe &lt;/3 font="" xx&lt;=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-7456655577829388260?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/7456655577829388260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-bondage-up-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7456655577829388260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7456655577829388260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-bondage-up-yours.html' title='Oh bondage up yours.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-6946160290191768042</id><published>2010-06-13T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:39:59.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk and cheese. The relationship ideal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sitting in the back seat of a blue vauxhall corsa. watching my two best friends on the whole damn planet, thinking of each other their personalities and observing love. absolute and genuine love. It finally clicked. They are like Chalk and Cheese. Shes a scene kid. he's -sorry Tom- a mosher in the guise of a scene, and their personalities are absolute contrasts too. but that's what brings them closer. despite their contrasts, my two best friends fit together so perfectly. Just like myself and a former love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the reason I'm writing this? because I know you read this, Jamie. and I know you think I'm trying to get you back again. and to be fucking honest. I'm not. I just want you to realise that we are different, but we're still a little similar (music, Phish Food icecream... food, humour) but those differences were what helped us work... what made our relationship intresting. and I'd happily take an intrest in stuff you like :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;also what my friend wanted to post on the big board was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jamie Ramscar, Ashleigh Lancaster loves you so much and never stops talking about you, its clear you were lucky to find someone like her, will you take her back?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and she only didn't coz I pleaded with her not to. but consider that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-6946160290191768042?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/6946160290191768042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/06/chalk-and-cheese-relationship-ideal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/6946160290191768042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/6946160290191768042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/06/chalk-and-cheese-relationship-ideal.html' title='Chalk and cheese. The relationship ideal?'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-2534968823059501252</id><published>2010-06-07T05:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T05:43:44.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ex-boyfriend. a non sparkling, equally stubborn Edward Cullen (oh and he's not a vampire)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;hey followers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Upon reading the first book of Breaking Dawn, by Stephenie Meyer, more specifically this one because between reading Eclipse and beginning Breaking Dawn, I was actually with a wonderful guy, times change though and its back to the vampire stories... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I noticed sides of Edward are almost identical to Jamie. (sorry but its true) such as his argumentative side, I only noticed this when Bella and Edward were having an scrabble that was much the same as one we'd had many times and it struck me as odd, that Edward should say what you always said in that situation, and Bella (as much as I slate her as a character) said much the same I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;now this is where we hit a problem. you are not a vampire. and I do not have blood that is so delicious smelling it drives you insane. so where as Bella and Edward get a eternal and happy life together, with their adorable little offspring Reneesme, who later marries Jacob Black... we don't... infact quite the opposite... no life together haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so if you look at it that way. The twilight saga is infact. Bullshit. Bella and Edwards relationship was built on weaker foundations that ours... then I remembered. Edward as a complete character, is a douche. and Bella... is a fangbanger... and a nympho (go figure, she gets preggo the first time she shags a vampire) and that leads questions as to how as Edward doesn't have a pulse so he can't get a ... you know what I mean... and how the hell does an essentially dead body produce sperm?? and further more... Edward comes across as a testosterone fueled arsehole... when again an essentially dead body cannot produce anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;maybe thats why Bella and Edward live together forever... coz they ain't real. and forgive me twihards... but it could be argued that Edward (The gentlemen?? lmao) only lusts for Bella's blood like a guy would lust for a hot female body... so yeah, he's controlled by his penis....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and maybe just maybe. The Edward Cullen Argumentative streak is a think all teenage guys have... and if thats the case Mistah J... don't lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and please please don't become a vampire, I like you as a finite being, with a squidy body, and little muscle definition... with your immense gaming fingers... that do so much more than game ;) lol and I'm sorry I compared you to Cullen, but you're the only guy I've been so close to... and know better than any other male :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;right off to argue on fb, have a quick game., coffee, then its off to college for my RS exam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and to top that all off, i still pulled an allnighter. I'm gonna fail :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;-Dash x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-2534968823059501252?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/2534968823059501252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-ex-boyfriend-non-sparkling-equally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2534968823059501252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2534968823059501252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-ex-boyfriend-non-sparkling-equally.html' title='My Ex-boyfriend. a non sparkling, equally stubborn Edward Cullen (oh and he&apos;s not a vampire)'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-3562205390606421647</id><published>2010-06-03T05:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:27:22.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm new ashe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dearest followers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So far today I've made a major arsehole of myself. and its completely my fault. I read too much into something that meant nothing, although I was so sure it meant something, I'm always doing that, I'm too overanalytical, about everything, and I end up fucking up terribly because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Weirdly for the last 2 years. Jamie has been the one thing I was certian about. I dunno why, but I'm certain he's better off without me, I've brought nothing but trouble and humiliation to him, not in a malicious way, he's lovely, and I knew it, and perhaps, unintentionally, I've taken advantage of the good nature he has towards me, I wasn't exactly the best girlfriend he's ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I mean, I kissed him when he was trying to talk to his friends... I'm so ignorant like that, all I ever wanted to do was kiss him, and hug him, and perhaps I did like having sex too much. and I quickly became nagging, clingy and selfish, I wanted to spend every minute with him, and in the long run all I did was break my own heart. I'm such a shit girlfriend, and then, that friday night. I screamed abuse at him, accused him of using me, and threw the necklace he bought me at him, and then, to make me look even worse, I even made him cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;but this shit girlfriend me, isn't even the real me, infact when I look at it, I'm kind of a loner. I love spending time at home, alone, than out and about with my friends, I don't want a job because it involves socialising, something I don't do well. and I've been single 5 days now. Today would have been the 2 month aniversary of our relationship, tomorrow, will 2 years since me and Jamie split up the first time. and I don't take break ups well at all, thats bullshit actually, I handled several perfectly well, its just the ones involving Jamie that I don't take well.&amp;nbsp; Something deep inside me told me a long time ago, that he was the one for me. and that no one else would ever get as much affection and adoration off me than him. but now I question this instinct inside me. because clearly its wrong, especially if my personality mutates every time I become his girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Therefore I have made the decision to change slightly, change what makes me bitchy and over-analytical. this change isn't going to happen overnight. god help me this is going to take weeks if not months, and I'm not going to change what I like, what I do or how I do and say things. But I feel I need to stop being a bitch, I need time on my own to learn who I am, and to grow up. I'm not saying I'm incredibly immature, but for someone who gets the vote and can legally drink and smoke. that I should be a little more mature, and a lot less introverted. although don't expect me to be able to talk to new people... suppose thats not really a change is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and Jamie, no doubt you're reading this and thinking "oh she's still trying" cos frankly I'm not. You won't fight for me, cos you know longer want me as a girlfriend. so, as much as I do want you. I accept its over, dead and buried between me and you. the relationship failed coz I'm a difficult and flawed person. and I'm not trying to win you back, tbh the desired outcome of this change isn't you. its a better me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and I know my personality as a mate, draws you in and makes you like me, and I'm keeping it, coz its the real me, but these flaws need fixing, and I need to find a way to stop looking as if I'm messing with your head. this isn't an act. this is me. if this is the me that makes you happy, then I don't want to be your girlfriend, I wanna be your mate, and make you happy that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Since hitting my teens and probably alot sooner than that, I've pushed my family to the point relationships with almost every member are strained, and I need to work hard on fixing these relationships, or I'm gonna end up with no one. and I think it needs to start with my mum. she bought me a jack skellington stressball today, and I stress most on her, and she understands whats wrong with me better than anyone. she understands my illness. and has helped me through it as best as she can, and all I do is repay her with me bitching and sniping at her. Then its got to be my siblings, as they hate me for how I treat them, our home, and our mum. and I've got to patch things up with my dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I only really turn into "Birdzilla" because I always feel so insecure. It wasn't just with you, its with every guy I've been sort of with, and I think I know where its come from, and I think I can fix it, but its going to take a very long time, I've always had an irrational phobia that my dad would abandon me, just like my biological father, Alistair did, and I suppose part of that irrational phobia transcends on to a male, that in my eyes is just as important as my dad, and that would have been you, and I started being so clingy and touchy feely coz I was petrified you'd leave me, and with advice from my friends on top, which I was tbh, following naively, and it was naive of me to think you'd leave me if I stayed myself. because as I only found out the other day, you like my personality, and you probably wouldn't have gone anywhere if I'd have just been me. but needless to say, this tackling my insecurities, isn't about winning you back, cos I don't want to win you back, I'd actually like for you to come back on your own back, and say "Ashe, I want you back", but in reality, that won't happen, but I know tackling this issue might help me not become "Birdzilla" and get me that guy you seem to positive will be better suited to me. I frankly don't believe you, but the necklace you bought me that hangs round my neck so gracefully, is still pointing to yes. and the pink glasses are back on... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;as always, love to the reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ashe x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-3562205390606421647?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061295073891012309.post-8450548309690899584</id><published>2010-05-30T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T02:32:59.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>non-sensical. sence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I've never felt as alone as i do now. its weird. and I'm trying to recall the words I spoke last night that rang so untrue in his ears... perhaps I should pay attention to what I say... why is there so much static??? I thought love was all you needed, stupid beatles, they always did lie, how do you explain yellow subma&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;rine, thats why I thought! what the hell is love anyway? an emotion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but why do we as humans have the power to adore and appreciate the beautiful, oh why did I let go of sanity? why did I let go of you? I feel happy and sad at the same time, oh tears of sorrow need to fuck off. I need to cry those tears of joy I sobbed only wednesday night when I arrived home from his... Urgh stupid scientists, invent a time machine, oh whoever can fix this I offer you my soul. fix me fix me fix me. I'm losing my marbles now, oh frabjous day, callou callay!&amp;nbsp; and now I am nocturnal, for my sun, he has fled, how come nothing is making any sence, yet words of pure insanity flow from my fingers, remember remember, all i remember is launching a treasured possesion and you leaving me behind, remember remember, i need to remember, I am not a liar, oh I am so forgetful, make sense make sense, thoughts running &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;though my head, synapse to neurone straight to my fingers, why don't I remember last night, beyound the fuzzy coldness that reminds me of how you walked away, how i can remember how raw my eyes were, and all the tears wept, remember brain please, what did I say?? help me help me, oh flashbacks won't you plague me. SOS SOS maybe my brain is finally failing me, who knew who knew? oh my this is tragic, do I buy a grave stone or fight the jabberwock that is my demons. I wish I knew, I wish I remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-8450548309690899584?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/8450548309690899584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/non-sensical-sence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8450548309690899584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8450548309690899584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/non-sensical-sence.html' title='non-sensical. sence.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-2786981469165899532</id><published>2010-05-29T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:45:16.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutron Star Collision</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There was things I forgot to put in my post yesterday and perhaps I should have taken the time to proof read my post before posting it for you to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the first thing was that I just liked your company. and I hope thats something I won't be without in the future, because, you're wonderful (: and I consider you to be one of my closest friends. the only one who truly understands me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the second was that I want you back. but I'm not prepared to act on that anymore. that instinct in me tells me to fight to the death for the relationship, but my common sence is telling me, to stop, and wait for us both to calm down, to see whats going to happen now, like my initial plan, but this time I'm willing to stick to it. The one that involves us staying in touch, talking like we've always done, meeting up occasionally, and seeing if theres really something that can come of it. even though subconciously, I know nothing will grow of this friendship now, but it indulges that fighting instinct enough. and even if nothing will grow of this friendship, we'll still have this friendship, for years to come hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;even when I'm a famous film director ^^ coz I'll give you a break as an actor if you want... as a vampire... a very hot vampire.... which brings me to the biting... I AM SO GONNA MISS THAT! I loved it soo much when you bit me. it was so kinky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and finally. for the love of god, please listen to Neutron Star Collision. for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(and I'm starting that other blog again if you're intrested. doubt it but yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-2786981469165899532?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/2786981469165899532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/neutron-star-collision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2786981469165899532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2786981469165899532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/neutron-star-collision.html' title='Neutron Star Collision'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-7282768474070361983</id><published>2010-05-29T02:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T02:08:42.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today I lost the only thing about my life I actually liked. That would be Jamie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok perhaps, (and I know you'll read this sooner or later) we didn't have that much in common, and still don't. and what we did have in common is and was quite vague.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But perhaps I should have told you what I'm about to type below a lot sooner than now, and yes, I said "I love you" too many times, quite probably to the point where I killed all meaning of those 3 tiny words. and I was too clingy and always wanted to spend every waking moment with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The things I actually liked about me and you being together (some are cliches but oh well) are silly little things, like you holding my hand, and the way my fingers fitted perfectly in the gaps between yours, and I loved it when you sent me random texts that said "Good morning" and&amp;nbsp; "&amp;lt;3" I loathed the days I couldn't see you and thoroughly enjoyed those hours we spent that flew by like seconds. I loved it when you tickled me and when you bought me that necklace. and the way you covered my eyes during a scary bit of Battle Royale was also very sweet. I liked it when we used to lie on your bed and cuddle, and you'd say "big spoon" and when I met you in town, and you kept slurping my starbucks. The truth of the matter is that truly, you're a wonderful person and a great boyfriend to have, and I'm gonna miss all this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, we didn't exactly do much together, but kiss and mess about, but thats what I loved, and now, I feel quite empty inside, because I don't have you're wonderful being to own as my own property, and frankly, you still have my heart. I'm gonna be proper jealous of any girl you date now, because you're a tough thing to let go off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lets look at it this way, I know I'm a shit girlfriend, and I'm very lazy and very selfish, as I always wanted (and still want to be) the centre of your attention, and when I think rationally, I know thats not gonna be possible, especially now anyway. I never let you game, it always had to be "me me me" nothing else. and I'm a shit girlfriend coz I always wanted to do stuff you didn't wanna do, think wednesday for example. You said to me that you were a shit boyfriend, and I'm sorry to tell you this darling, but thats absolute bullsh*t. You're really not, another thing I really loved about being with you is the fact you listened to me, and paid attention to detail. not many guys do that. just those nerdy type gamers, like you, that I like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could wish on a star, to make everything better, I really would, although I knew all along, you were too damn good for me. now all I'm left with is a broken heart and a lovely story to tell. even so, that doesn't mean I liked you sending sexts to my contacts, coz frankly, that was annoying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the pain and upset I put you through tonight. words cannot actually articulate how bad I really feel. You're my whole entire world and I can't believe I managed to upset you so bad, In an ideal world, me and you would never argue, and would either be happy together for the rest of our lives, or we would have never met... if you look at things that way, perhaps the ideal world sounds like the best damn place to live. And both possibilities are much more pleasent than this painful reality me and you have to face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna miss having you as my boyfriend, I actually don't like the daunting prospect of being single either, but I have to battle on. even though, tbh, I still want you back and I'd happily graft my arse off trying to fix us. but the question that pops into my mind now is, "but is this fixing stuff, ultimately, going to make us happy?" and I don't think it will. and frankly now, even if you did want me back, you would have to prove it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kitty and Tom have just phoned me. and Tom posed an intresting question. "what would you do if he says he doesnt mean it, and he wants you back" and I told him I didn't honestly know, but you would have to find someway to prove it. and you would have to fight for me, as i have done for you, for 2 years now. break ups are hard. and they really mess me up, and I don't want go through it again, even if you did want me back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so now we've assessed some of the more positive things about our relationship I liked, and theirs alot of negative things I liked too, like when you'd ignore (playing or not playing) and you'd walk to the other side of the room, and I'd go after you. I loved that gave me a slight thrill of the chase. That other thing we did all the time... who doesnt liek it??? seriously! and tbh, the way you stopped saying you loved me. I hated it, but I liked it as well, it made me feel like i had to make an effort to win your love, sounds cheesy but its the truth. those annoying fb updates... I pretended to be offended when I started getting told off, but I did actually like them, made me giggle. and when you'd get stuff like cake from the shop and not let me have any... I used to love play fighting you for some, i found it very fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;however, this is where we get to the true negatives. I didn't like it when you went through my phone. I mean I have nothing to hide, but I don't want you seeing all my texts. I hate it when you call my music shit, I like it and tbh you have an opinion but you don't have to enforce it every chance you get, I'd have liked you to listen to some of my favourite songs, as I relate to them, and many of them were like how i felt about you... but you never gave them a chance and now you know very little about my true feelings for you. and right now, I really am pretending that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars, coz I do need a wish right now! and I hated how you'd fall asleep on me, and sometimes go in a bit of a mood with me, but I made allowances for those coz of you diabetes... which takes me on to another thing I hate about you. You won't look after yourself. You have diabetes and that comes with risks, like going blind and loosing limbs, and I appreciate that keeping your blood sugar stable is difficult, but you don't seem to have much of a regard towards your health in that sense, and it worries me greatly, even now, no matter how much of a wank*r I think you are right now, I still care about you and I don't want you to go blind or lose limbs, tbh I don't diabetes to be your cause of death. The world needs people like you. I also hated the way you'd turn your xbox on when I started to bore you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from what you said earlier, I now respect that your an indoorsy, quiet person, and I'm willing to accept that even as a friend to you, and when we have patched everything up, I can handle doing lazy shit with you that doesnt require going outside, and I understand you feeling socially awkward, as I feel the same way with alot of people. infact, social interaction is kept to a minimum outside my social group.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do think our compatibility is a funny thing too, as we have about as much in common as chocolate and chili's, one of us (you) is sweet and frankly delicious. and the other (me) is fiery and spicy (in the personality sense) but when you mix chili and chocolate together, you do get quite an interesting flavour, infact Chili and Chocolate is a highly delicious combination, well when you get the balance of the 2 right, and maybe we never got the balence right, and by now, I don't think we ever will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've thought of all I can to write about us, if you must comment, just email me, you know the addy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for reading this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashe x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps, theres two things I'd like you to know, and they are that I was smiling non-stop as i reminisced and thought of things to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And 2. you and I both know, part of me refuses to walk away from something like this when its dead. at least you know I mean every word and this has come from my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-7282768474070361983?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/7282768474070361983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-jamie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7282768474070361983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7282768474070361983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-jamie.html' title='Dear Jamie'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-6110316099405224329</id><published>2010-05-20T23:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:26:57.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Go on Go on Go on Go On &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/AshlieElizabeth" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/AshlieElizabeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-6110316099405224329?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/6110316099405224329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/6110316099405224329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/6110316099405224329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-2100156125071185536</id><published>2010-05-13T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:11:40.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;what a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;overslept, missed media, got a lift to college, had panic attack, missed english, ema postphoned til tuesday, at least get double money, spamming the crue on the old iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;yus. I hate thursdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sat here in the silent study ICT room, with Tom (: while he does his posh er, cadets folder thing, and while I secretly conspire the death of a particular egotistical idiot. and think about Jamie (obviously &amp;lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hopefully gonna do a 3day loan of daddy so I can go town with the beloved (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;everywhere he goes bitches always know that tom manson has got a weenie that he likes to show ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Damn right I do ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;anyway followers doing my disappearing trick again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;TheVengeanceKid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-2100156125071185536?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/2100156125071185536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmm-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2100156125071185536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2100156125071185536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmm-thursday.html' title='hmmm thursday.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-1902348856898402282</id><published>2010-03-12T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:05:34.355Z</updated><title type='text'>A friend in need is a friend in need, a friend with weed is better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Friday afternoon. Last Lesson is a double. financial studies =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;current playlist for an afternoon like this. Placebo, Death Cab For Cutie and Radiohead, with the odd Verve song, and plenty of Muse, Space and Oasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days Dawning Skins Crawling Pure morning Pure Morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;the weather is typically cold and cloudy. and my sacred shoes of bodom will love me for wearing them while the chances of rain are high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eyeliners smudged again, mascara's running. thinking of you in college is never a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fucking Fridays really suck ass. wonder what its like 10 miles away where my hearts desire currently sits... don't you just love these hopeless unhappily ending love stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm gonna go finish my finance work now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say that its from above and I say its modern love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-1902348856898402282?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/1902348856898402282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-in-need-is-friend-in-need-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-5912863757260820790</id><published>2010-02-26T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:50:00.097Z</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Good evening from The Vengeance Kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;okay so I know I've not been active in a few weeks, but I've not been able to get in the mac room during media to do some posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;so what have you missed??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the short answer is ball all, except a few rows with my iPod and the loss of earbuds for my beloved purple gumi air phones. oh and 2 spectacular races to coursework deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;you also missed my notorious fall out with the iron and my checked shirts, coz i can't iron shirts, this has contributed in my decision to revert back to my former "hardcore" self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;this transition should be pretty easy, I listen to very little indie anyway, and I sort of missed my black skinnies dearly. I also can't wait to dig out all my old slogan tshirts coz there cool and I just can't wait for my iron fist wedges to arrive :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;i still go manc, but not that urbis place, not been there in quite a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm getting pretty boring now, so I shall leave you in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;XxTheVengeanceKidxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the highlight of my day was when the answers on my multiple choice finance exam spelt out AC/DC. I was amazed tbh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-5912863757260820790?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/5912863757260820790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-in-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/5912863757260820790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/5912863757260820790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-2403345755044004032</id><published>2010-02-26T22:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:15:05.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mum is sooo fat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she sat on memory foam, it forgot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she sat on the beach and Greenpeace threw her in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she goes to the beach, people yell out, "Whale Sighting!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she lay on the beach and people run around yelling Free Willy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she influences the tides. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, whenever she goes to the beach the tide comes in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has her own zip code. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she lives in two time zones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, it takes a train to get on her good side. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, that when I tried to drive around her I ran out of gas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, people jog around her for exercise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, whenever she turns around they throw a welcome-back party. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, every time she turns around its her birthday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she jumps up in the air and gets stuck. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she jumps she ends up in Australia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she can't even jump to a conclusion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she plays hopscotch like this: California, Nevada, Arizona… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she tripped over on 4th Ave she landed on 12th. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she dances the band skips. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she went on a date with high heels on and came back with sandals. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, every time she walks in high heels, she strikes oil. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she stepped on a dollar and got change. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she steps on a scale it reads, "One at a time, please." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she steps on a scale it reads, "To be continued." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she stepped on a talking scale and it told her to get the fuck off. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she thought gravy was a beverage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, I took her to dinner and the waitress took her order in shorthand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she goes to a restaurant she doesn't get a menu, she gets an estimate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she went to the salad bar and pulled up a chair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when the bitch goes to an all you can eat buffet they have to install speed bumps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she goes to a restaurant, looks at the menu and says, "Okay!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she broke her leg and gravy poured out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, her blood type is Ragu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, the only wiener she'll ever get is a hot dog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, her first love was Krispy Kreme. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she uses the Eiffel Tower as a tooth pick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has to use a satellite dish as a Cereal bowl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she thinks that Niagara Falls is a drinking fountain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, McDonald's set up shop in her house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, her best friends are Ronald McDonald, Burger King and Betty Crocker. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she wears a yellow raincoat, people call out to her, "Taxi!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she wears a yellow coat she looks like a school bus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has an sign on her back that says "wide load". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she got hit by a bus, she said, "Who threw that rock?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she sets off car alarms when she runs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when her beeper goes off people think she’s backing up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she bungee jumps and falls straight to Hell. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she bungee jumps she pulls down the bridge too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she walks into a bar the ceiling fan falls down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, they use her underwear elastic for bungee jumping. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when they used her underwear elastic for bungee jumping, they hit the ground. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, even the AIDS quilt wouldn't cover her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has a run in her blue-jeans. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she uses hula hoops to hold up her socks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she took her dress to the cleaner they said, "Sorry, but we don't do curtains." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she's got to iron her pants on the driveway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has to wear Levi’s 1002s. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she wears white, she looks like the Michelin man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she wears red, she looks like the Kool-Aid man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she wears an "X" helicopters land on her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she's got to pull down her pants to get into her pockets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she can't reach her back pocket. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she puts on her lipstick with a paint-roller. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she needs a boomerang to put her belt on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she was floating in the ocean and Spain claimed her for the New World. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, we get a drought every time she takes a shower. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she had to go to Sea World to get baptized. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she uses the Freeway as a Slip ’n’ Slide. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she’s still waiting for someone to fill the Grand Canyon so she can take a bath. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, they have to grease the bath tub to get her out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, you have to grease the door frame and hold a twinkie on the other side just to get her through &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she went to Disneyland and got group discounts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, Santa asked her to cover for him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she sits around the house, she literally sits AROUND the house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, every time she walks her butt claps. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she's on both sides of the family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she falls out of bed she falls on both sides. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, her will states that she wants to be donated to Ripley's Believe It or Not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, you need a Thomas Guide to find her asshole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she walked past the television, I missed Scary Movie 1, 2 AND 3. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she got stuck in the garage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she was a kid she could only play seek. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, it took five UFOs to abduct her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, we're in her right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she went to the movies and sat next to everyone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when you get on top of her your ears pop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she has sex she has to give directions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she wakes up in sections. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she goes to an amusement park people try to ride HER. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she's got more chins than a Hong Kong phone book. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, that her senior pictures had to be arial views. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has to buy two airline tickets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she fell over she rocked herself asleep trying to get up again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, the only pictures you have of her are satellite pictures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, they tie a rope around her shoulders and drag her through a tunnel when they want to clean it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, that when she was born, she gave the hospital stretch marks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, the National Weather Agency has to assign names to her farts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she was Miss Arizona...class Battleship. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she was zoned for commercial development. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, her nickname is "DAAAMN!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has been declared a natural habitat for Condors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she fell in love and broke it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she sits on my face I can't hear the stereo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she ordered a double room for a singles weekend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she had her ears pierced by harpoon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, that I really don't need to make a joke, it sells it self. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she makes Shay look like the Olsen Twins. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, that when she hauls ass, she has to make two trips. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, the only armor she can use in World of Warcraft is of the whale. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, NASA is planning a mission to put a man on her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, miners dig for diamonds in her footprints. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has to live on another planet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she was diagnosed with the flesh-eating variant of Staphlococcus aureus, the doctor gave her five years to live. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, no one can talk behind her back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she went to a dating service, they matched her up with Detroit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, when she went to a concert, she had to buy 1 million tickets just to fit her ass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, you can swim in her belly button. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she absorbs light. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she has to play pool with the planets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she sat on a rainbow and king sized skittles popped out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, your dad didn't know which roll he was making love to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so fat, she thought the Olympic swimming pool was a puddle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yout Mum is so fat, every move that she makes required planning permission. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she got locked in a bathroom and pissed in her pants. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she tried to steal free samples. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she returned a doughnut because it had a hole in it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she has no feet and complains her shoes are too tight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she tripped over a cordless phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she hung herself with a cordless phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she set the VCR for 2 hours to record 60 minutes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she asked me "What does Yield mean?" and I said, "Slow down." And she said, slowly, "W H A T D O E S Y I E L D M E A N ?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she froze to death in a furnace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she burned to death in a freezer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she waves her hands around in public and calls it "Air Conditioning" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she thought a paramedic was two doctors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she tried to change the channel on a TV dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she got stabbed at a shoot-out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she got hit by a parked car. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she thought she'd unravel if she touched bellybutton &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she got locked in a Food City and starved to death. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she spent hours staring at a bottle of orange juice because it said 'Concentrate.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she locked her keys outside of her car. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she threw a clock out the window to watch time fly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so stupid, she said she was 'illegitimate' because she didn't know how to read. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that I told her to act her age and the bitch died. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she farts dust. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that the milk in her tits is expired. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that Moses is in her yearbook. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she owes Jesus a quarter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she only has two teeth and they're both in her pocket! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she has an autographed version of the Bible. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that when she was born the Dead Sea was just getting sick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she reminisces when she reads the Bible. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she went to the Virgin Mary's baby shower. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that she knew Burger King when he was a Prince. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so old that when God said 'let there be light,' she was there to flip the switch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that she tried to enter an ugly contest and they said "Sorry, no professionals." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that she walked into a haunted house and walked out with a job application. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that her teeth are brown and she spits Yoo-hoo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that when she's on the beach the tide won't come in! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that I went to your house, kicked in the door and your Mum came out barking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that when she got arrested they took her to the SPCA. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that she popped her head out the window and got arrested for indecent exposure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that she makes blind kids cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that the government moved Halloween to her birthday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that when two guys broke into her apartment, she yelled "Rape" and they yelled "NO!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that they filmed 'Gorillas in the mist' in her shower. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so ugly that when you went to a fancy restaraunt, she had to sit outside. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, that when you were born you got rug burn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, they took her to the museum and put her on display as the woolly mammoth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, she went to a Star Wars convention and the nerds kept asking her for Chewy's autograph. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, when she shaved her ass, she lost ten pounds! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, her nipples have afros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, before Halloween, everyone thought she was Cousin Itt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, she makes the wolf man look like a puppy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, she has to brush her armpit hair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, she tucks her pubes in her socks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so hairy, it took them three years just to shave off enough hair to see her face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so poor that I rang your doorbell and she shouted "DING-DONG!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so poor that she can't even pay attention. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so poor that at her funeral, she had to give up her casket in order to pay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so poor that when she wants a gumball she has to put it on layaway. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a brick, she's dirty, flat on both sides and always get laid off by mexicans. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a 2 by 4, flat, smooth, and easy to nail. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a fire hydrant, on every corner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a shotgun, two cocks: and she's ready to blow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a screwdriver, everyone gets a turn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a doorknob, everyone gets a turn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a lamp, everyone gets a turn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a bowling ball, she gets fingered and fucked down an alley 20 times a night, for 5 dollars an hour &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a bowling ball, She gets picked up, fingered, thrown into the gutter, and you know what? She just keeps coming back for more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a gas station, pump first then pay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Burger King, "Your way right away." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Timex, "Takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like 7-Eleven, she's always full of indians. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like McDonald's, "Serving Millions." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Domino's, "Hot, Wild, Now." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Home Depot, 50 cents a screw &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a refrigerator, every guy loves to stick their meat in her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Pizza Hut, if it's not there in 30 Minutes, it's free &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a rail road, laid all over the country. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like an SUV, big, black, and full of Mexicans. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a Nascar Driver, she burns 50 rubbers a day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a door; I banged her all night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a police station, dicks go in and out of her day and night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like good paint, cheap and easy to spread. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Chinese food, every one gets a chance to eat her out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a toilet, fat, white and smells like shit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a bike, everyone can ride. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a fast food restaurant, in n' out, fast and easy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a seniors bus, older guys get on and off her all day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like a hardware store, 5 cents a bolt, 10 cents a screw. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like the Eagles Theater, 75 cents on Thursdays. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like Taco Bell, "79, 89, 99" cents. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is like 7-Eleven, she's always full of Mexicans, open 24 hours a day and will give me a Slurpee for a dollar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that she makes Happy Meals cry. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that when she had a sore throat, everyone thought she was a mime. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that she shits bats. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that when she walks outside, the sun hides behind the moon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that she sleeps in a coffin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that the only game she plays is Vampire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that when she went through a hip hop phase she became Wesley Snipes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth she doesn't even talk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth she makes niggers look like they got dipped in Grammy's ol' tyme cum batter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth she makes Edward Cullen look like a fucking princess. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth that Van Helsing thought she was a vampire and shot her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Mum is so goth she painted her eyelids so black, now she's blind. &lt;/em&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/2061295073891012309-2403345755044004032?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/2403345755044004032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-mum-is-sooo-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2403345755044004032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/2403345755044004032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-mum-is-sooo-fat.html' title='Your Mum is sooo fat!'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-8077415034900807830</id><published>2010-02-16T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:36:17.756Z</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/AshlieElizabeth" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/AshlieElizabeth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-8077415034900807830?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/8077415034900807830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8077415034900807830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8077415034900807830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-7545453163382699046</id><published>2010-01-27T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:20:27.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Sky Rockets In Flight Afternoon Delight.</title><content type='html'>okay should be writing a commentary, instead listening to the soundtrack from Hair... god I feel like my mother sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were right by the way, to say you would walk away easier than me. I'm perfectly free to say you because its not like anyone reads this anymore. its a dying empire, like my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life actually sucks... hoping the summer brings something new, vibrant, brings new life to my heart, oh let the sun shine in, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't make a concious effort to walk away, but I always seem to weaken, life is little more than a long road, and I fear I'm stuck on the deserted highway, rather than the happy route which is so much easier, and not so treacherous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you brought a warm summers day to my cold stormy heart. never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-7545453163382699046?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/7545453163382699046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/sky-rockets-in-flight-afternoon-delight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7545453163382699046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7545453163382699046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/sky-rockets-in-flight-afternoon-delight.html' title='Sky Rockets In Flight Afternoon Delight.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-5800817443620876099</id><published>2010-01-21T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:44:31.455Z</updated><title type='text'>45.</title><content type='html'>Okay peoples have been asking where the idea for my blog name came from. so I thought I'd explain and tbh the song kind of matches my mood atm :) so here is the lyrics to 45 - Shinedown, and I'll link ya to a vid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Send away for a priceless gift&lt;br /&gt;One not subtle, one not on the list&lt;br /&gt;Send away for a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;One not simply, so absurd&lt;br /&gt;In these times of doing what you're told&lt;br /&gt;Keep these feelings, no one knows&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to the young man's heart&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the ashes of another life&lt;br /&gt;There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed&lt;br /&gt;Staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a message to the unborn child&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes open for a while&lt;br /&gt;In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else&lt;br /&gt;There's a piece of a puzzle known as life&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What ever happened to the young man's heart&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the ashes of another life&lt;br /&gt;There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed&lt;br /&gt;Staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's pointing their fingers&lt;br /&gt;Always condemning me&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,&lt;br /&gt;I'm swimming through the ashes of another life&lt;br /&gt;There's no real reason to accept the way things have changed&lt;br /&gt;Staring down the barrel of a 45&lt;/i&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kwpbvruBhI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the vid. clicky clicky :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-5800817443620876099?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/5800817443620876099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/5800817443620876099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/5800817443620876099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/45.html' title='45.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-3389221300274811682</id><published>2010-01-20T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:32:08.987Z</updated><title type='text'>Close Yet Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully passed my finance exam resit :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sudden confidence boost ftw! oh dear god I feel like Bridget Jones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Media coursework is about as much of a success as the titanic was. (a rather large amount of fail tbh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I must learn how to use photoshop. or find that really good media creator software we used to have... ok I have to do an A4 poster and an A5 advert and finish my dvd cover. sounds easy... I hope :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also must buy auburn hair dye and touch up my roots and top up my now fading hair colour :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I Want summer '10 to happen now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'mmma disappear now anyway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Queen Of Promise Herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-3389221300274811682?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/3389221300274811682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-yet-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/3389221300274811682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/3389221300274811682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-yet-far.html' title='Close Yet Far'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-7164777426201229515</id><published>2010-01-14T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:20:55.100Z</updated><title type='text'>The Sex Has Made Me Stupid &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm officially certifiable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I went to the Doctors, had my blood pressure tested. its actually normal again :) considering it was high in June. Have to fill in a questionnaire on my moods, coz theres a small possibility I have Manic (Bi-Polar) Depression... saying that, it could just be teenage angst. will have to wait til Wednesday to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Thought I'd missed the 231 this morning and began to walk to Ashton, only to see it go past me... That bus is never on time!! and then I had to get another bus coz I was gonna be late... I hate buses now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Currently spamming a mixture of Angels and Airwaves and Blink 182, and avoiding doing anything constructive on my coursework. I've failed it... already. well no I haven't Kitty's gonna &lt;i&gt;help &lt;/i&gt;me... well no, she's going to make it on photoshop on her laptop with my consultation...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A sort of pet peeve is when people send me texts on unknown numbers and when I text who is this, they don't text back!! It sort of annoys me, but I think its my sisters soon to be boyfriend... so if she annoys me, I'm texting him and letting him know Alix has penis. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Before I go, I just want to say... THE GAME! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-7164777426201229515?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/7164777426201229515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/sex-has-made-me-stupid-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7164777426201229515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7164777426201229515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/sex-has-made-me-stupid-3.html' title='The Sex Has Made Me Stupid &lt;3'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-5812158981805291522</id><published>2010-01-11T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:10:28.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so once again my media coursework is taking a nosedive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;im doomed to fail. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-5812158981805291522?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/5812158981805291522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/5812158981805291522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/5812158981805291522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2010/01/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid!!'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-8694582547332585029</id><published>2009-12-14T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:21:57.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Monday Bloody Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;seriously the only word to describe how my day has been so far :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Overslept. New Nike dunks giving me blisters. Rain. yup I hate mondays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;well until that person who never ceases to make my day comes online ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;currently spamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;disturbed. panic at the disco. fall out boy. shinedown. motley crue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;buying a new webcam today and a santa dress... haha im so kinky... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lost my phone at weekend, not impressed coz I forgot to back up everything on my phone... aww :'( twas a cybershot one aswell, with an 8.1 megapixel camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Media project set to be an epic fail... hope i can the filming finished. but its unlikely I will finish it... urgh FML&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;well I'm gonna sign off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;don't forget. I promise, I promise I'll run away with you (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;xxxTheVengeanceKidxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-8694582547332585029?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/8694582547332585029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-bloody-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8694582547332585029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8694582547332585029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-bloody-monday.html' title='Monday Bloody Monday.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-4426532409265295417</id><published>2009-12-10T11:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:39:49.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Morning followers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;currently am sat in media supposedly writing a textual analysis for &lt;i&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall &lt;/i&gt;which previously lived on my laptop and now no longer exists :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;will do it later, too busy listening to music and working out shots for my trailer, considering my hysterical crying fit last night, everything appears simple :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've noticed recently I've been spamming certian songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Shes got me dancing - Tommy Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Slow Hands - Interpol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Junkies for fame - shinedown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fairytale of New York - The Pogues and Kirsty McColl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy xmas (War is over) - shinedown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Paranoid - Avenged Sevenfold&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Actually want a new bag really badly now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;took my damn trainers back, bright red. ick :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Just can't wait for christmas now, but I honestly doubt &lt;b&gt;who &lt;/b&gt;I want for christmas will be under my christmas tree. so I think I'd better get a webcam ;) and pray he's online for a bit on christmas eve. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;eww my hair needs washing :0 it looks clean but feels so manky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;oh and some evil person is threatening our mutual friends coz they hang around with me instead of them. I actually love the sanity I have gained since leaving school... shame some people still behave like school kids... ah well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Shall be uploading my new years resolutions as well as my hopes and wants for 2010 soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Relationship status, the same old singleness. hopefully my look will change next year, 2009 has been the loneliest and most crap year as far as years go, even 2008 was better for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alton Towers summer '10 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;right, I'm gonna shut up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't forget... Ashlee Simpson didn't steal your boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-4426532409265295417?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/4426532409265295417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-i-cannot-feel-and-love-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/4426532409265295417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/4426532409265295417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness-i-cannot-feel-and-love-to-me.html' title='Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-6785328015960799870</id><published>2009-12-09T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:16:23.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Rivival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Going to have to bluff my arse off today... why didnt I just help everyone out on our finance work yesterday... oh I know why coz I wanted to get my english finished, perhaps I should research savings accounts ect ect so I don't look like an absolute dick... yeah thats a good idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;score one for the vengeance kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;arghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;well I think I'd better try and save my poor arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;see ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-6785328015960799870?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/6785328015960799870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning-rivival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/6785328015960799870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/6785328015960799870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning-rivival.html' title='Good Morning Rivival.'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-1917082640505092645</id><published>2009-12-08T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:55:28.152Z</updated><title type='text'>clicky clackson - imma duckling &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Randomness&amp;nbsp;by kitty'rora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;err, iyerr *waves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;this be asher-lee's blog. but im on some epic rant about how much of a moosh she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;she wants the nobs of all members of muse. (ok, maybe just matt's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;motley crue could be her grandad's yet she still makes love to them every night. (mmm' ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;shes in love with a blonde whos a complete pleb and looks like a proper llama, so nerr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;yum, yum! shinedown + coffee ftw &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;oh, dont forgett eddie cullen (nom, nom nom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;anyway imma leave now on this final word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;i got molested in your A7X t-shirt :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;luff yewww pedo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;kitty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-1917082640505092645?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/1917082640505092645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/clicky-clackson-imma-duckling-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/1917082640505092645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/1917082640505092645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/clicky-clackson-imma-duckling-3.html' title='clicky clackson - imma duckling &lt;3'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-7350048709762659227</id><published>2009-12-08T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:29:09.516Z</updated><title type='text'>rah rah ah ah ah roma ro mama gaga ooh la la want your bad romance ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok so here I am, I've noticed no one every comes on here nowadays.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;got my ema back track today!! wooo!! £240 ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;actually thinking about asking that guy I like if he wants to come cinemas one day, proper bad want to see Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3d!! Really badly want to see him :'') and with my £240 I could even buy something pretty to wear too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;aha who am I kidding... Shall never happen... (yn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ahh me how sweet is love itself possessed? - Romeo Montegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm slowly dying here without my daily dose of Shinedown. Unsurprizingly I've been unable to stop listening to em... hell the ticket from when i went to see em lives in my purse ^^ soo wish I could relive that night, twas fuckin mint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I Wish someone would close the bloody blinds, The sun is in my eyes, so I'm trying to aim my gaze toward manchester and away from Stalybridge... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I love how no one sits near me in english... sort of. love my space tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;if parents evening goes well, maybe daddy will give me money :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;or or take me pizza hut.... yummmmm pizza :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I feel like fred, i should read this high pitched on youtube... but my mums not a whore&amp;nbsp;like fred's mum is :P hahaha Shane Dawson... Please kidnap fred :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ok I'm gonna go now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dont forget lady gaga still wants your disco stick ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial;"&gt;xxTheVengeanceKidxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-7350048709762659227?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/7350048709762659227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-roma-ro-mama-gaga-ooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7350048709762659227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/7350048709762659227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/12/rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-roma-ro-mama-gaga-ooh.html' title='rah rah ah ah ah roma ro mama gaga ooh la la want your bad romance ^^'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-8789965885662535956</id><published>2009-11-23T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:43:47.641Z</updated><title type='text'>Northern Downpour (sends its love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tis another dull gray monday :( weathers getting colder, if I recall properly its about 4 and a half weeks to christmas and I'm yet to see my EMA backtrack and yet to begin christmas shopping. which at this rate it looks like its tubes of sweets all round for my nearest and dearest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;At this moment as I type this I probably should be doing something more constructive, like perhaps getting round to that media storyboard thing... considering I only have 2 days to do it, and 2 weeks to revise for my finance exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;this is partially why I've not updated for a bit, but also because my laptop charger blew up last weekend and I need to buy a new charger or my beast of a laptop will remain dormant indefinately... I hate that laptop but unfortunately my entire existance is on its harddrive and being typically intelligent, I didn't back up its contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think I've had a big enough rant for now, and I have more important things to be doing, so I'm off now.. I just hope the weather gets better... and dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;toodles x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;the vengenz kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-8789965885662535956?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/8789965885662535956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/11/northern-downpour-sends-its-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8789965885662535956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8789965885662535956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/11/northern-downpour-sends-its-love.html' title='Northern Downpour (sends its love)'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-8101313920075630261</id><published>2009-09-12T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:26:27.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resistance, Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay, I said I could resist the temptation to listen to the entire album before its release on September 14th. But I caved when I logged into www.muse.mu and found that you can stream the full album on there. and thats exactly what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...However you need to be a member of the website &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uprising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the latest single from the album and reminds me of Doctor Who theme, no surprizes there though as Muse had actually mentioned Doctor Who as an influence. The song is very typical in the sense of Muse, and in true Muse style has an amazing solo, albeit not quite as epic as some of their previous songs such as knights of cydonia and hysteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;United States of Eurasia (+Collatoral Damage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Matt Bellamys voice is beyond sexy in this song, especially at the start, at the chorus it goes a little like a Queen song, again Queen were stated as an influence for this album, The song's name implies that George Orwell's "Nineteen Eighty-Four" may have inspired most definiatly this song, but potentially the whole album, as the albums song titles appear to follow the storyline of the book. and considering Matt Bellamy has a bit of an intrest in conspiracy theories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guiding Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song is definatly my favourite on the album, amongs Undisclosed Desires and Uprising. its a love song quite simply, but like many of Muse's previous love songs such as "Endlessly" and "Blackout" it sort of talks of a relationship going wrong and how a person does not want to hurt someone, but misses not being with them at the same time. Matts voice is at its sexiest here, and This song is definatly up there with my favourite Muse song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not going to discuss the other songs, because I'm not going to ruin the album for other people. but take my advice its worth buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashurii xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-8101313920075630261?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/8101313920075630261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/09/resistance-muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8101313920075630261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/8101313920075630261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/09/resistance-muse.html' title='The Resistance, Muse'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-365754538283894270</id><published>2009-08-11T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:49:04.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Has been a while hasn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Summer 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things I must do before the end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a proper fringe cut in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dye hair purple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get into the habit of blogging more often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get over Rowntree's Randoms addiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some bootcut jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get some new converse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your mum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to great lengths to ensure student card pic looks good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enrolment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things I cannot wait for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shinedown - 4Th November, Manchester Academy 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caly Night - 20th August, Manchester Academy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;College - September onwards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;G-force - When I have the money to take my cousins&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most played songs on my ipod this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shake it - Metro Station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If You Only Knew - Shinedown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and You Vs The World - Space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 O'Clock - Space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headfirst For Halos - My Chemical Romance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much Love,. AshieLee Baker-Vengeance x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061295073891012309-365754538283894270?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/365754538283894270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/08/has-been-while-hasnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/365754538283894270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/365754538283894270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/08/has-been-while-hasnt-it.html' title='Has been a while hasn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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-2061295073891012309.post-4999938194408931880</id><published>2009-05-16T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:42:58.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sheep city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>hey there =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well hey there peoples, has been a while hasn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I looked back at some of my older posts and thought they were a little depressing, so I deleted them all, and am restarting my whole blog and way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so this is my revamped blog, with more randomness and weird stuff to make you go "wht...the...fuck" in front of Grandma and make her faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh and don't forget...wanna talk...add my email ashington_27@hotmail.co.uk or www.ashleighlancaster@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;btw don't expect any mention of guys...as if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;want to kiss a smelly boy.... as if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that doesnt mean I go round kissing girls either, you'd have to call me Katy if I did! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;peace out peoples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;with love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashuri Loki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&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/2061295073891012309-4999938194408931880?l=randomsheepcity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/feeds/4999938194408931880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/4999938194408931880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061295073891012309/posts/default/4999938194408931880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsheepcity.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-there.html' title='hey there =]'/><author><name>The Vengeance Kid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395778078102582883</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>
