<?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-4619667868712521978</id><updated>2011-06-05T16:32:19.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epikk's Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a random thing I might do to pass time.
Wallpapers, drawings, journal. I don't know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaceescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619667868712521978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaceescorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cassidy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831300481286642071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuEhlJzo7u4/TewH8ezXwNI/AAAAAAAAADI/hZIGUBEW_mI/s220/25p7ayd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619667868712521978.post-2184633245121840838</id><published>2011-06-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:32:19.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh.</title><content type='html'>I wish I was born in the 90's. Unfortunately I was conceived just as those great years were ending. I often stop and think to myself how much different my world would be if I were born earlier. All of my other siblings were 90's kids. But my twin brother and I had to be born right at the end. I'm sorry for bitching about it, but it's my truth. I hate my age, and my birth-date, and the fact that no one will take me seriously until I'm older. Even though I probably have more mental capacity than the 50 year olds who are telling me I am too young to understand much.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619667868712521978-2184633245121840838?l=cadaceescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaceescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2184633245121840838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4619667868712521978&amp;postID=2184633245121840838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619667868712521978/posts/default/2184633245121840838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619667868712521978/posts/default/2184633245121840838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaceescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/huh.html' title='Huh.'/><author><name>Cassidy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831300481286642071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuEhlJzo7u4/TewH8ezXwNI/AAAAAAAAADI/hZIGUBEW_mI/s220/25p7ayd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619667868712521978.post-6490328480857300184</id><published>2011-05-25T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:20:31.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><content type='html'>I awoke contented. The feel of his warmth next to me did that. Waking up to his scent swirling around my head always made me happy. I turned towards him, admiring the gentle slopes of his face, the slender length of his nose, and the way his hair fell over his eyes. I smiled, as my eyes traveled from his face to his thin lips. I love the way he placed them as he slept. It was as though he was about to say something, but was stopped by a sudden thought. An important thought, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;   I reached over and brushed the dark brown locks from his eyes. He stirred, and I hesitantly pulled my hand away. He smiled, a small sound emitting from him. His arm reached towards me, and I gladly sank into him. I breathed deeply, hearing the beat of his heart as my head found a comfortable spot on his bare chest. I closed my eyes, as my arms snaked around his waist. He held me closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619667868712521978-6490328480857300184?l=cadaceescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaceescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6490328480857300184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4619667868712521978&amp;postID=6490328480857300184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619667868712521978/posts/default/6490328480857300184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619667868712521978/posts/default/6490328480857300184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaceescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind'/><author><name>Cassidy.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01831300481286642071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wuEhlJzo7u4/TewH8ezXwNI/AAAAAAAAADI/hZIGUBEW_mI/s220/25p7ayd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
