<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:38:17.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is out of my mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-3586175036681293123</id><published>2011-03-06T18:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:20:53.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Pixar Mashup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkvkDC9LBbs/TXRAxQcsHKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kOQOBlS2BNI/s1600/Star-Wars-Pixar-Mashup-700x188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="106" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkvkDC9LBbs/TXRAxQcsHKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kOQOBlS2BNI/s400/Star-Wars-Pixar-Mashup-700x188.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-3586175036681293123?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/3586175036681293123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/3586175036681293123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2011/03/star-wars-pixar-mashup.html' title='Star Wars Pixar Mashup'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkvkDC9LBbs/TXRAxQcsHKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kOQOBlS2BNI/s72-c/Star-Wars-Pixar-Mashup-700x188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-2451862895379229845</id><published>2011-03-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:23:47.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before you start, you're already beat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Plato considered females inferior to males and 'by nature prone to secrecy and stealth'... he stated that women are the reincarnation of men who had led evil lives and, as such, are morally flawed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="28" id="divplaylist" width="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11229264-634" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11229264-634" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The Velvet Underground -  Femme Fatale&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/2994265833239692204-2451862895379229845?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2451862895379229845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2451862895379229845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-you-start-youre-already-beat.html' title='Before you start, you&apos;re already beat.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-7899927176377502293</id><published>2011-03-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:20:28.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S6atjuncnKI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PGh4qAy9EE/s1600-h/3iY2mF1cKih6uj2wxKVffUWCo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S6atjuncnKI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PGh4qAy9EE/s1600-h/3iY2mF1cKih6uj2wxKVffUWCo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S6atjuncnKI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PGh4qAy9EE/s320/3iY2mF1cKih6uj2wxKVffUWCo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quirky fantasies? You bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="28" id="divplaylist" width="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10839638-a6f" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10839638-a6f" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In conclusion- continuing the soundtrack to my life via blogger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I give you Pinocchio's "I've got no strings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got no strings, so I have fun. I'm not tied up to anyone! Oh, I had strings but now I'm free- there are no strings on me!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/2994265833239692204-7899927176377502293?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/7899927176377502293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/7899927176377502293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/03/magical.html' title='Magical..'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S6atjuncnKI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PGh4qAy9EE/s72-c/3iY2mF1cKih6uj2wxKVffUWCo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-9183866679153343509</id><published>2010-07-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:44:19.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall head first like paper planes in playground games.</title><content type='html'>In Plato's Symposium, humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces. &amp;nbsp;However, Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-9183866679153343509?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/9183866679153343509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/9183866679153343509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/07/fall-head-first-like-paper-airplanes-in.html' title='Fall head first like paper planes in playground games.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-3429642441053687900</id><published>2010-06-13T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:49:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooler Couleur</title><content type='html'>How is "lone" an adjective and "alone" an adjective? They have the same meaning and when using "lone" you'd end up saying "a lone ___." This is really pissing me off. I'm a loner.... I'm alone... I need to stop analyzing pointless shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-3429642441053687900?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/3429642441053687900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/3429642441053687900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/06/cooler-couleur.html' title='Cooler Couleur'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-5621060046813116116</id><published>2010-06-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:01:48.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cozy &amp; confined in my domestic dig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hellooooo 9:43 PM on a Friday, I'm social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TBLjD6aOoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7h2he8IhTX0/s1600/Photo+323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TBLjD6aOoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7h2he8IhTX0/s320/Photo+323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TBLjIlg9x9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/GPsrH4xVDko/s1600/Photo+330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TBLjIlg9x9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/GPsrH4xVDko/s320/Photo+330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Good Old War - That's Some Dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna live I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die it's alright, I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;Lai dai dai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-5621060046813116116?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/5621060046813116116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/5621060046813116116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/06/cozy-confined-in-my-domestic-dig.html' title='cozy &amp; confined in my domestic dig'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TBLjD6aOoCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7h2he8IhTX0/s72-c/Photo+323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-567372673693767056</id><published>2010-06-09T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:56:54.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TA9FQhnfvwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LS5o_NPebLM/s1600/tumblr_l3o7e9mnvb1qzkwjao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TA9FQhnfvwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LS5o_NPebLM/s320/tumblr_l3o7e9mnvb1qzkwjao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-567372673693767056?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/567372673693767056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/567372673693767056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/TA9FQhnfvwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LS5o_NPebLM/s72-c/tumblr_l3o7e9mnvb1qzkwjao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-767021093042405910</id><published>2010-06-07T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:57:03.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxymorons</title><content type='html'>In reverse order, here are 50 oxymorons to brighten your week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Act naturally 49. Found missing 48. Resident alien 47. Advanced BASIC 46. Genuine imitation 45. Airline food 44. Good grief 43. Same difference 42 Almost exactly 41. Government organization 40. Sanitary landfill 39. Alone together 38. Legally drunk 37. Silent scream 36. British fashion 35. Living dead 34. Small crowd 33. Business ethics 32. Soft rock 31. Butt head 30. Military intelligence 29. Software documentation 28. New York culture 27. Extinct life 26. Sweet sorrow 25. Childproof 24. “Now, then...” 23. Synthetic natural gas 22. Christian scientists 21. Passive aggression 20. Taped live 19. Clearly misunderstood 18. Peace force 17. New classic 16. Temporary tax increase 15. Italian Army 14. Plastic glasses 13. Terribly pleased 12. Computer security 11. Political science 10. Tight slacks 9. Definite maybe 8. Pretty ugly 7. Twelve-ounce pound cake 6. Diet ice cream 5. Rap music 4. Working vacation 3. Exact estimate 2. Religious tolerance &lt;br /&gt;And the NUMBER ONE top OXY-Moron&amp;nbsp;1. Microsoft Works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-767021093042405910?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/767021093042405910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/767021093042405910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/06/oxymorons.html' title='Oxymorons'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-6771100115829077454</id><published>2010-06-01T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:56:42.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love little girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jItz-uNjoZA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jItz-uNjoZA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oingo Boingo - &amp;nbsp;Little Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-6771100115829077454?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/6771100115829077454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/6771100115829077454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-little-girls.html' title='I love little girls...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-496535675224269911</id><published>2010-05-08T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:56:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahaha Repulsive!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S-ZEU9vzF-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PeoTKVKGjgY/s1600/aged_wb20100508115114670300-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S-ZEU9vzF-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PeoTKVKGjgY/s320/aged_wb20100508115114670300-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-496535675224269911?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/496535675224269911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/496535675224269911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/05/hahahaha-repulsive.html' title='Hahahaha Repulsive!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S-ZEU9vzF-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/PeoTKVKGjgY/s72-c/aged_wb20100508115114670300-1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-5852483734574893241</id><published>2010-05-08T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:56:20.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet XVII</title><content type='html'>I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,&lt;br /&gt;or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as the plant that never blooms&lt;br /&gt;but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;br /&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;br /&gt;so I love you because I know no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than this: where &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; does not exist, nor &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paul Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-5852483734574893241?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/5852483734574893241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/5852483734574893241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/05/sonnet-xvii.html' title='Sonnet XVII'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-7968286899418428294</id><published>2010-04-24T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:55:39.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from 'Sex, Drugs, And Cocoa Puffs'</title><content type='html'>"No woman will ever satisfy me. &amp;nbsp;I know that now, and I would never try to deny it. &amp;nbsp;But this is actually okay, because I will never satisfy a woman, either.... It's the truth now, and it will be in the future. &amp;nbsp;And while I'm not exactly happy about that truth, it doesn't make me sad, either. &amp;nbsp;I know it's not my fault. &amp;nbsp;It's no one's fault, really. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe it's everyone's fault. &amp;nbsp;It should be everyone's fault because it's everyone's problem. &amp;nbsp;Well, okay... not everyone. &amp;nbsp;Not boring people, and not the profoundly retarded. &amp;nbsp;But whenever I meet dynamic, non-retarded Americans, I notice that they all seem to share a single unifying characteristic: &amp;nbsp;the inability to experience the kind of mind-blowing, transcendent romantic relationship they perceive to be a normal part of living. &amp;nbsp;And someone needs to take the fall for this. &amp;nbsp;So instead of blaming no one for this (which is kind of cowardly) or blaming everyone (which is kind of meaningless), I'm going to blame John Cusack." --Chuck Klosterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OAjqklKoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/O0H3y6Zk4TY/s1600/youreyes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OAjqklKoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/O0H3y6Zk4TY/s320/youreyes.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-7968286899418428294?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/7968286899418428294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/7968286899418428294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/04/excerpt-from-sex-drugs-and-cocoa-puffs.html' title='Excerpt from &apos;Sex, Drugs, And Cocoa Puffs&apos;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OAjqklKoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/O0H3y6Zk4TY/s72-c/youreyes.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-2043937213748619549</id><published>2010-04-24T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:55:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas vs. Muppets</title><content type='html'>Two of my favourite things?! Yes! Found this gem on a Pop Culture blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9N-MmjIX9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Rfv8DJC5jYA/s1600/loathing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9N-MmjIX9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Rfv8DJC5jYA/s320/loathing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;"We were somewhere around Sesame Street on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . .' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming, 'Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'"&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/2994265833239692204-2043937213748619549?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2043937213748619549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2043937213748619549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/04/fear-and-loathing-in-las-vegas-vs.html' title='Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas vs. Muppets'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9N-MmjIX9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Rfv8DJC5jYA/s72-c/loathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-3470914106804532558</id><published>2010-04-20T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:17:12.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S8bdzgEAKhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b23tTw1wbVU/s1600/tumblr_l0tvoiBrYH1qzzta5o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S8bdzgEAKhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b23tTw1wbVU/s320/tumblr_l0tvoiBrYH1qzzta5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but guess I know now I'll just always be bad (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#innernerd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-2328494694796628471?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2328494694796628471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2328494694796628471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of my life'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S8bdzgEAKhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b23tTw1wbVU/s72-c/tumblr_l0tvoiBrYH1qzzta5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-6491984363686216642</id><published>2010-03-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:26:01.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mundane?...fundane!</title><content type='html'>Today I did somersaults, smoked an eighth, layed out at a private beach, went to an Escher exhibit at the museum, followed by 2 for 1 margaritas, a trip to a sex shop, flooring it to a liquor store so we could mix coffee, bailey's and patron cafe for dessert while we fucked with people on chat roulette. What!? It was amusing. &amp;nbsp;Brittany brought to my attention we live life like men. Fun hump day with fun ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed pondering what kind of stunts I'll pull on people tomorrow... how I love April Fool's Day. Prank Heavens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-6491984363686216642?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/6491984363686216642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/6491984363686216642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/03/mundanefundane.html' title='mundane?...fundane!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-2870299981551787178</id><published>2010-03-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:19:26.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="28" id="divplaylist" width="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10946950-639" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10946950-639" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Air - Playground love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;(bedroom music for my bedroom attire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Really regretting not going down to Miami to see them when they were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7LftihA3KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3rDO5Txw0Lg/s1600/Photo+179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7LftihA3KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3rDO5Txw0Lg/s320/Photo+179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7Le2hq0QmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kCJLo0xULeE/s1600/tumblr_l029ijIgzE1qa6cu6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7Le2hq0QmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kCJLo0xULeE/s320/tumblr_l029ijIgzE1qa6cu6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7LhDepeN3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZI_mdgGgoLc/s1600/Photo+189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7LhDepeN3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZI_mdgGgoLc/s320/Photo+189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, this is what my life has amounted to... on my days off all I do is blaze a spliff in my panties as my brain proliferates profound thoughts on the meaning of life... or more accurately, meaningless things in life. Don't I sound original? Lately I have been over-analyzing what exactly a feeling is. Mostly because I never thought my soul was capable of feeling anything at all but strikingly, at once, it has! It's all so strange and new to me... but I don't hate it. Anyways... expect a very long crazy-person psychoanalysis to come in a near-future entry, but for tonight I will leave you with the basic dictionary definition:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;feel-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-noun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;the function or the power of perceiving by touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; physical sensation not connected with sight, hearing, taste, or smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;a particular sensation of this kind: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling of warmth; a feeling of pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;the general state of consciousness considered independently of particular sensations, thoughts, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;a consciousness or vague awareness: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling of inferiority&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;an emotion or emotional perception or attitude: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling of joy; a feeling of sorrow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;capacity for emotion, esp. compassion: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to have great feeling for the sufferings of others&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;a sentiment; attitude; opinion: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The general feeling was in favor of the proposal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; feelings, &lt;/b&gt;sensibilities; susceptibilities: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to hurt one's feelings&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;fine emotional endowment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;(in music, art, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;a. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;emotion or sympathetic perception revealed by an artist in his or her work: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a poem without feeling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;b. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;the general impression conveyed by a work: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a landscape painting with a spacious feeling&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;c. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;sympathetic appreciation, as of music: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to play with feeling&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-adjective&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;sensitive; sentiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;readily affected by emotion; sympathetic: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;indicating or characterized by emotion: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling reply to the charge&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Related forms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;feel-ing-ly, &lt;i&gt;adver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;feel-ing-ness, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;non-feel-ing, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;non-feel-ing-ly,&lt;i&gt; adverb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;un-der-feel-ing, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Synonyms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FEELING, EMOTION, PASSION, SENTIMENT&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;refer to pleasurable or painful sensations experienced when one is stirred to sympathy, anger, fear, love, grief. etc. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FEELING&lt;/span&gt; is a general term for a subjective point of view as well as for specific sensations: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to be guided by a feeling rather than by facts; a feeling of sadness, of rejoicing&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EMOTION&lt;/span&gt; is applied to an intensified feeling: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;agitated by emotion&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PASSION&lt;/span&gt; is strong or violent emotion, often so overpowering that it masters the mind or judgement: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;stirred to a passion of anger&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SENTIMENT&lt;/span&gt; is a mixture of thought and feeling, esp. refined or tender feeling: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Recollections are often colored by sentiment&lt;/i&gt;. 6. sympathy, empathy, tenderness, sensitivity, sentiment. 12. emotional, tender. 13. impassioned, passionate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Antonyms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5, 6. apathy. 12. cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-verb (used with object)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to perceive or examine by touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to have sensation of something), other than by sight, hearing, taste, or smell: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to feel a toothache.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to find or pursue (one's way) by touching, groping, or cautious moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to be or become conscious of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to be emotionally affected by: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to feel one's disgrace keenly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to experience the effects of: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The whole region felt the storm&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to have a particular sensation or impression of (often used reflexively and usually fol. by an adjunct or complement): &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to feel oneself slighted&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to have a general or thorough conviction of; think; believe: &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel he's guilty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-verb (used without object)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to have perception by touch or by any nerves of sensation other than those of sight, hearing, taste, and smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to make examination by touch; grope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to perceive a state of mind or a condition of body: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to feel happy; to feel well&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to have a sensation of being: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;to feel warm&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to make itself perceived or apparent; seem: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How does it feel to be rich?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-noun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;a quality of an object that is perceived by feeling or touching: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the soft feel of cotton&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;a sensation of something felt; &amp;nbsp;a vague mental impression or feeling: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feel of winter; a feel of sadness in the air.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;the sense of touch: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;soft to the feel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;native ability or acquired sensitivity: &amp;nbsp;t&lt;i&gt;o have a feel for what is right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Informal. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;an act or instance of touching with the hand or fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slang: &amp;nbsp;Vulgar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;an act or instance of feeling up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-verb phrases&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. &amp;nbsp; feel for,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;to feel sympathy for or compassion toward; &amp;nbsp;empathize with: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know you're disappointed and upset, and I feel for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;b. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Southeastern Pennsylvania and Maryland. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to have a liking or desire for: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;If you feel for more pie, just help yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. &amp;nbsp; feel out, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;to attempt to ascertain (the nature of a situation, someone's attitude, etc.) by indirect or subtle means: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Why not feel out the other neighbors' opinions before you make a complaint.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. &amp;nbsp; feel up, &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Slang: &amp;nbsp;Vulgar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;to fondle or touch (someone) in a sexual manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. &amp;nbsp; feel up to, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Informal. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to feel or be able to; &amp;nbsp;be capable of: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;He didn't feel up to going to the theater so soon after his recent illness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Idioms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. &amp;nbsp; cop a feel, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Slang: &amp;nbsp;Vulgar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to touch another person's body sexually, often in a quick and surreptitious way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. &amp;nbsp; feel like, &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Informal. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to have a desire for; be favorably disposed to: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I don't feel like going out tonight. &amp;nbsp;Do you feel like a movie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. &amp;nbsp; feel like oneself, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;to be in one's usual frame of mind or state of health: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;She hasn't been feeling like herself since the accident&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Also, &lt;b&gt;feel oneself&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. &amp;nbsp; feel no pain. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Related forms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;o-ver-feel, verb, -felt, -feel-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;re-feel, verb, -felt, -feel-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Origin &amp;amp; History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;O.E. &amp;nbsp;felan "to touch," from Gmc. *folijanan (cf. &amp;nbsp;Du. &amp;nbsp;voelen, Ger.fuhlen "to feel," O.N. &amp;nbsp;falma &amp;nbsp;"to grope"), from PIE base *(s)pol-/*(s)pal- "to strike softly" (cf. &amp;nbsp;Gk. &amp;nbsp;psallein "to pluck (the harp)," L.palpare "to touch softly, stroke," palpitare "to move quickly"). &amp;nbsp;The sense in O.E. was "to perceive through senses which are not referred to any special organ." &amp;nbsp;Sense of "be conscious of a sensation or emotion" developed by late 13c.; &amp;nbsp;that of "to have sympathy or compassion" is from c.1600. &amp;nbsp;Noun sense of "sexual grope" is from 1932; &amp;nbsp;from verbal phrase to feel (someone) up(1930).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"emotion," mid-14c., verbal noun from feel (q.v.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;v. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;felt, feel-ing, feels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;v. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; tr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To perceive through the sense of touch: &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; the velvety smoothness of a peach.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To perceive as a physical sensation: &amp;nbsp;f&lt;i&gt;eel a sharp pain; feel the cold&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;c. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To touch. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To examine by touching. See synonyms at touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To undergo the experience of: &amp;nbsp;f&lt;i&gt;elt my interest rising; &amp;nbsp;felt great joy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;f. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To be aware of; sense: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;felt the anger of the crowd&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;g. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To be emotionally affected by: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;She still feels the loss of her dog&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;h. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To be persuaded of (something) on the basis of intuition, emotion, or other indefinite grounds: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I feel that what the informant says may well be true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;i. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; To believe; think: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;She felt his answer to be evasive&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feel-ing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The sensation involving perception by touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A sensation experienced through touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;c. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A physical sensation: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling of warmth&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; An emotional state or disposition; &amp;nbsp;an emotion: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;expressed deep feeling&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A tender emotion; a fondness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;f. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Capacity to experience the higher emotions; sensitivity; sensibility: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a man of feeling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;g.&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;feelings &lt;/b&gt;Susceptibility to emotional response; sensibilities: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The child's feelings are easily hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;h. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Appreciative regard or understanding: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling for propriety&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; i. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Intuitive awareness or aptitude; a feel: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;has a feeling for language&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. &amp;nbsp;An affective state of consciousness, such as that resulting from emotions, sentiments, or desires: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;experienced a feeling of excitement.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;An awareness or impression: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;He had the feeling that he was being followed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. &amp;nbsp;Opinion based more on emotion than on reason; &amp;nbsp;sentiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5. &amp;nbsp;A general impression conveyed by a person, place, or thing: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The stuffy air gave one the feeling of being in a tomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;Appreciative regard or understanding: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling for propriety&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;adj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. &amp;nbsp;Having the ability to react or feel emotionally; sentient; sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. &amp;nbsp;Easily moved emotionally; sympathetic: &lt;i&gt;a feeling heart&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3. &amp;nbsp;Expressive of sensibility or emotion: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;a feeling glance&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;f&lt;b&gt;eel'ing-ly&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;adv.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medical Dictionary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Funciton: &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 : &lt;/b&gt;the sense of touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 : &lt;/b&gt;SENSATION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feel-ing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Function:&lt;i&gt; n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 a : &lt;/b&gt;the one of the basic physical senses of which the skin contains the chief end organs and of which the sensations of touch and temperature are characteristic : TOUCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b : &lt;/b&gt;a sensation experienced through this sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 : &lt;/b&gt;an emotional state or reaction &lt;i&gt;feelings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 : &lt;/b&gt;the overall quality of one's awareness especially as measured along a pleasantness-unpleasantness continuum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;v. felt, feel-ing, feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;To perceive through the sense of touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;To perceive as a physical sensation, as of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;To be conscious of a particular physical, mental, or emotional state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feeling &lt;/b&gt;n.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;The sensation involving perception by touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;A physical sensation, as of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;An affective state of consciousness, such as that resulting from emotions, sentiments, or desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Encyclopedia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;in psychology, the perception of events within the body, closely related to emotion. &amp;nbsp;The term feeling is a verbal noun denoting the action of the verb to feel, which derives etymologically from the Middle English verb felen, "to perceive by touch, by palpation." &amp;nbsp;It soon came to mean, more generally, to perceive through those senses that are not referred to any special organ. &amp;nbsp;As the known special organs of sense were the ones mediating the perception of the external world, the verb to feel came also to mean the perception of events within the body. &amp;nbsp;Psychologists disagree on the use of the term feeling. &amp;nbsp;The preceding definition accords with that of the American psychologist R.S. Woodworth, who defines the problem of feeling and emotion as that of the individual's "internal state." &amp;nbsp;Many psychologists, however, still follow the German philosopher Immanuel Kant in equating feeling to states of pleasantness and unpleasantness, known in psychology as affect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;....Soak it all in. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it anomalous to think about common things you've always known but never took the time to ponder over? &amp;nbsp;That's what my life is! &amp;nbsp;Why? I have no idea. &amp;nbsp;S'pose I love making vegan smoothies just as well. But- don't get me wrong, I am thankful everyday that I have a brain and body that never stops moving. &amp;nbsp;I am a shark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Headserp" id="Headserp" style="color: #797979; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 17px; padding-bottom: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 31px; font-weight: 500;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2994265833239692204-2870299981551787178?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2870299981551787178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2870299981551787178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-blog-is-so-livejournal-2001-burn-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S7LftihA3KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3rDO5Txw0Lg/s72-c/Photo+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-2923062378503179890</id><published>2010-02-14T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:51:42.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S3gb7yuNQkI/AAAAAAAAADM/MNSnHWLCEVM/s1600-h/valentine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S3gb7yuNQkI/AAAAAAAAADM/MNSnHWLCEVM/s320/valentine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's weird to think last Valentine's Day I was in Las Vegas &amp;amp; Los Angeles. (Yes, both places in one day) I'm so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-2923062378503179890?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2923062378503179890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2923062378503179890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S3gb7yuNQkI/AAAAAAAAADM/MNSnHWLCEVM/s72-c/valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-2987270641279508635</id><published>2010-02-10T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:09:55.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apparent theme song</title><content type='html'>Clovers - Devil or Angel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="28" id="divplaylist" width="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10444390-36c" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10444390-36c" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-2987270641279508635?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2987270641279508635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/2987270641279508635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-victimtine-dedicated-this-song-to-me.html' title='My apparent theme song'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-5451488064583374618</id><published>2010-01-16T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:09:02.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,18,0" height="28" id="divmp3" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10194231-eb3" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10194231-eb3" width="325" height="28" name="divmp3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blakroc - "Coochie" (feat. Ludacris &amp;amp; ODB)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-5451488064583374618?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/5451488064583374618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/5451488064583374618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/01/movies-blogging-god-im-fun.html' title='New Anthem'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994265833239692204.post-9036336984575121838</id><published>2010-01-12T23:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:57:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dedicating 2010 to being completely selfish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S01zWpR6I_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/M_ncgiUGdMQ/s1600-h/l_7d94148c45b1453ea1204a5131e9ac92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S01zWpR6I_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/M_ncgiUGdMQ/s320/l_7d94148c45b1453ea1204a5131e9ac92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994265833239692204-9036336984575121838?l=dietcokesara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/9036336984575121838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994265833239692204/posts/default/9036336984575121838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dietcokesara.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m dedicating 2010 to being completely selfish.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02748766634759954185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S9OXhBt-i-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/e6N7VxSGI4U/S220/Photo+207.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xNRvNHbqVTU/S01zWpR6I_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/M_ncgiUGdMQ/s72-c/l_7d94148c45b1453ea1204a5131e9ac92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
