﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>oholybageezus's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from oholybageezus</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus</link></image><item><title>untitled</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/682154936/untitled.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/682154936/untitled.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:31:45 GMT</pubDate><description>a life backwards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm writing a book anonymously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/682154936/untitled.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, May 05, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/655506234/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/655506234/item.html</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 11:26:42 GMT</pubDate><description>My dreams seems so real I can't seem to get any rest.&amp;nbsp; I think I do more things while I'm asleep rather than awake these days.&amp;nbsp; Ever since I expanded my consciousness if you will.&amp;nbsp; It has been different, enjoyable even, at times, but then not: because when I wake up I get confused, lost, maybe saddened because it hasn't really just happened.&amp;nbsp; It was all a dream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the government owns my body and some of my mind now.&amp;nbsp; Not that they don't own everyone it seems, mine is just sanctified.&lt;br&gt;I leave in 8 days, in counting, that's all fingers no thumbs.&amp;nbsp; That number is ludicrous and I'm ridiculous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"life's an exaggeration. " - me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/655506234/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, January 22, 2008</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/638736050/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/638736050/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 02:03:28 GMT</pubDate><description>so if everything happens for a reason&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; what was/is the reason for me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/638736050/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, November 11, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/626552359/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/626552359/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 18:26:06 GMT</pubDate><description>yes, it's true, I don't write anymore, and I don't talk that much either.&lt;br&gt;it's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just no one listens.&amp;nbsp; really listens.&lt;br&gt;but then how could they if my end is silent?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;i don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br&gt;i miss myself and words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/626552359/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, September 11, 2007</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/615427446/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/615427446/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 16:23:05 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;what everhappened to reinventing yourself nightly&lt;br&gt;the right way.&lt;br&gt;what ever happened to&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;gimme a break&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gimme a break&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;break me off a piece of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;that bull shit lie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/615427446/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>xxxx r a  m b  l   e</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/595705044/xxxx-r-a--m-b--l---e.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/595705044/xxxx-r-a--m-b--l---e.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 14:27:21 GMT</pubDate><description>what the hell happened.&amp;nbsp; one day i had ambitions, now when i look around, where&amp;nbsp;i'm at, i just don't get it.&amp;nbsp; it was like i had everything going for me and i stopped it all.&amp;nbsp; to go back to "i don't know."&amp;nbsp; makes me think there's something wrong with me.&amp;nbsp; of course i think that everyday, nothing too obscene of course:: i just feel lost in myself.&amp;nbsp; i'm not&amp;nbsp;sure if anyone knows what i feel like especially since i cannot&amp;nbsp;describe it.&amp;nbsp;( it... ) what is &lt;STRONG&gt;it&lt;/STRONG&gt;??&amp;nbsp; who knows.&amp;nbsp; i've sort of slumped into a&amp;nbsp;serious funk.&amp;nbsp; and who wouldn't want to blame that on certain&amp;nbsp;dependencies of sorts&amp;nbsp;that i have.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;tempting, true.&amp;nbsp; to stop blaming would be a start.&amp;nbsp; i think most things aren't my fault, but that must be denial.&amp;nbsp; since most of the time we do things to ourselves, but never recognize.&amp;nbsp; i don't intentionally try to write and make it sound depressing, it only comes out in that narcissistic cynical way of hatred.. well, i wouldn't go that far but it's understood.&amp;nbsp; i hide from myself; in turn&amp;nbsp; being hidden from the world.&amp;nbsp; even if we shouldn't love the world it wouldn't hurt to be a part of it.&amp;nbsp; i'm finally starting college this year, if&amp;nbsp;anyone&amp;nbsp;hasn't heard,&amp;nbsp;but already i'm having doubts.&amp;nbsp; because once again, the end is too far from&amp;nbsp;my sight.&amp;nbsp; i'm just not seeing the point in it.&amp;nbsp; mostly because i'm afraid there's nothing&amp;nbsp;out there for me.&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp;hate&amp;nbsp;people, but i love&amp;nbsp;people.&amp;nbsp; there's just such a vast&amp;nbsp;spectrum for how a human can be.&amp;nbsp; i am a people person, yet i have shyed myself into this... place.&amp;nbsp; not too sure what i'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; but fear&amp;nbsp;has taken over me.&amp;nbsp; well i shouldn't be too scared of hurting&amp;nbsp;anyone, i feel like&amp;nbsp;i've already&amp;nbsp;done that to everyone in some sort of asshole way.&amp;nbsp; because i don't think&amp;nbsp;before i speak, think&amp;nbsp;before i do things.. are these consequences or fate.&amp;nbsp; the latter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and again no one is perfect.&amp;nbsp; people can change.&amp;nbsp; it's&amp;nbsp;all in your head.&amp;nbsp; where is my mind. &amp;nbsp; i must not be honest with myself or something.&amp;nbsp; because i don't know what the hell happened.&amp;nbsp;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/595705044/xxxx-r-a--m-b--l---e.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>ha ha</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/572261420/ha-ha.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/572261420/ha-ha.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 18:59:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;g u e s s w h a t..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/oholybageezus/0f04f108371068/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/oholybageezus/4ce7a108369920/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/oholybageezus/0f04f108371068/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/oholybageezus/4ce7a108369920/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="workin" src="http://x4c.xanga.com/e7ad4261d8432108369920/s76886419.bmp" width="320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/oholybageezus/0f04f108371068/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I was employee of the month for January, wee.&lt;br&gt;see what happens when you don't do crack. &lt;br&gt; ha ha&amp;nbsp;that place is too ghetto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/572261420/ha-ha.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>you know it</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/571716139/you-know-it.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/571716139/you-know-it.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 12:54:26 GMT</pubDate><description>You know, really, all I want is some answers.. and I don't care where from.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know the questions, but I'm ready to figure them out.&amp;nbsp; I want friends nearby that will stick by and won't use me for something or anything green.&amp;nbsp; They are hard to come by and these days you are all so far away from me that it feels like I'm alone, even when I'm not.&amp;nbsp; I just need to jump on my plan and throw myself into my future.&amp;nbsp; Yet something is always holding me back,&amp;nbsp; hey so maybe there's a question:&amp;nbsp; What's holding me back?&amp;nbsp; (Yeah good luck answering that one.)&amp;nbsp; I'll just save you and say its lack of motivation.&amp;nbsp; ...That is right though.&amp;nbsp; I am not motivated because I don't see anything I want to start going anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I must not be much of a future type of planner.&amp;nbsp; I need to see it here and now.&lt;BR&gt;good day</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/571716139/you-know-it.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>happy birthday</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/565768109/happy-birthday.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/565768109/happy-birthday.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 12:49:37 GMT</pubDate><description>hello Mom?&amp;nbsp; are you there?&amp;nbsp; anywhere?&amp;nbsp; I haven't seen you in forever... and I'll never accept this fate of yours.&amp;nbsp; It's been too long without you, everyday that I live feels like a struggle.&amp;nbsp; Please guide me through this world,&amp;nbsp;I need you.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday..&amp;nbsp; </description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/565768109/happy-birthday.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Hello?</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/545445555/hello.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/545445555/hello.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 19:50:25 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hello&lt;/strike&gt; pretend &lt;em&gt;jesus&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you're livin the life aren't you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't appreciate it being the third year without my mom here.&amp;nbsp; I've&amp;nbsp;dealt with too&amp;nbsp;much, seriously&amp;nbsp;I'm ready to have her back now...&amp;nbsp;Times they&amp;nbsp;are flying right&amp;nbsp;by and she's missing &lt;u&gt;everything!.&lt;/u&gt; Oh, and let's go ahead and rub it in by throwing Thanksgiving on&amp;nbsp;her death anniversary, like holidays aren't hard enough these days, sheesh.&amp;nbsp; Hey, don't stop there,&amp;nbsp;let's keep adding to&amp;nbsp;the fun of&amp;nbsp;Stacy's fate,&amp;nbsp;okay?&amp;nbsp; With my dad still&amp;nbsp;having his own family --without me, ... yeah, great because being alone in life is such fun.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for my part-time job that isn't even worth the time anymore.&amp;nbsp; And right now I'm going to leave it at that because this is pretend right?&amp;nbsp; just like you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the real stacy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/oholybageezus/545445555/hello.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>