<?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-7185572</id><updated>2012-04-16T01:16:34.611+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Pussy</title><subtitle type='html'>Tappa Tappa Tappa...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-110339897365909693</id><published>2004-12-18T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-18T19:42:53.660Z</updated><title type='text'>jesus</title><content type='html'>It's been a bloody long time, hasn't it blogger. No one reads this anyway, dickheads! Well...&lt;br /&gt;...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-110339897365909693?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/110339897365909693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/110339897365909693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110339897365909693' title='jesus'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109544171507836702</id><published>2004-09-17T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T18:21:55.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na na na na hey na na na na hey heyeyey do do do </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109544171507836702?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109544171507836702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109544171507836702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109544171507836702' title='na na na na hey na na na na hey heyeyey do do do '/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109353099728593226</id><published>2004-08-26T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T15:36:37.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sunkissed24/1093111914_esYoureRed.jpg" border="0" alt="You're Red"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Red!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sunkissed24/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20color%3F%20(girls%20only...%20great%20anime%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;WOOT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109353099728593226?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109353099728593226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109353099728593226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109353099728593226' title=''/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109349456238458041</id><published>2004-08-26T05:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T05:33:07.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint no mountain high enough!!!</title><content type='html'>FEED THE TREE DO THE COURSE WITH ME-EE-EEEE. I'll sing you a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooah-yeah!I've been really tryin , baby&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to hold back these feelings for so-oooo long&lt;br /&gt;And if you feel, like I feel SUGGA&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Waaaahoh, come on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on, aw yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Lets get it on,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all sensitive people&lt;br /&gt;With so much love to give, understAAAAaand me sugar&lt;br /&gt;Since we got to be&lt;br /&gt;Lets say, I love yoooou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Lovin you&lt;br /&gt;And givin yourself to me can never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;If the love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be&lt;br /&gt;I'm askin you baby, TO GET IT ON with me&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna worry, I aint gonna push&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on, come on, come on baby&lt;br /&gt;Stop beatin round the bush....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on,&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to sing Barry White, for all the ladies on the blog tonight...&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard people say that&lt;br /&gt;Too much of anything is not good for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know about that&lt;br /&gt;As many times as we’ve loved&lt;br /&gt;We’ve shared love and made love&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t seem to me like it’s enough&lt;br /&gt;There’s just not enough, baby&lt;br /&gt;There’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;Uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, I&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get enough of your love, babe&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough of your love, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some things I can’t get used to&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the more you give, the more I want&lt;br /&gt;And baby, that’s no lie, oh, no, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, what can I say, what am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;How should I feel when everything is you&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love is this that you’re givin’ me&lt;br /&gt;Is it in your kiss or just because you’re sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is every time you’re here&lt;br /&gt;I feel the change&lt;br /&gt;Somethin’ moves&lt;br /&gt;I scream your name&lt;br /&gt;Look what you got me doin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaarling, I&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get enough of your love, babe&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough of your love, babe, oh, no, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, if I can only make you see&lt;br /&gt;And make you understand&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your love for me is all I need&lt;br /&gt;And more than I can stand, oh, well, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I expllllain all the things I feel&lt;br /&gt;You’ve given me so much, guuurrrl, you’re so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Still I keep loving you more and more each time&lt;br /&gt;Girl, what am I gonna do because you’re blowin’ my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the same old feeeeeelin’&lt;br /&gt;Every time you’re here&lt;br /&gt;I feel the chaaange&lt;br /&gt;Somethin’ moves&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAM YO' NAME&lt;br /&gt;Look whAAat you got me doin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get enough of your love, baaaabe&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough of your love, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my darling, I&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get enough of your love, babe, oh, babe&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don’t know, I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough of your love, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I&lt;br /&gt;Can’t get enough of your love, baaaabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;this one goes out to my homies, feed the tree and fanny pants,&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And sHE WILL BE LOVED(puttin my heart and little cotton pickin soul into this!)&lt;br /&gt;She will be luuuuuuved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl &lt;strong&gt;with the broken smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved,&lt;br /&gt;And she wiiiiill be loved,&lt;br /&gt;And sheeeee wiiill beee luuuved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you guys do the back ground...]&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[softly guys]&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys &lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109349456238458041?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109349456238458041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109349456238458041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109349456238458041' title='Aint no mountain high enough!!!'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109349248554284021</id><published>2004-08-26T04:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T04:58:18.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Test</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm about to take a quiz and, god forbid, I'm so scared that... I may be BORING IN BED. What if, what if every single guy I've been with is there going at it with me thinking, "Wudda' been better off stayin' at home watchin' a birra' telle wit' me ma". Ok, scared but going to take test. Will fill you in in a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Creative Lover! You aren't obsessed with excitement but enjoy trying new things. You understand that a healthy sex life needs to include some variety, and are secure enough to allow yourself to delve into the unfamiliar. Even when some practices are beyond your realm, you aren't scared or disgusted by those things that others consider pleasurable. Continue to explore your boundaries, and take pleasure in the knowledge that you have achieved a healthy balance in the bedroom -- something that your lover probably takes pleasure in as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Lucky me! I didn't now what one question meant so instead of you all knowing and loving me as some crazed wild FANTASTIC sex god I shall now and forever be known as creative. So, instead of the men I sleep with thinking, "Wudda' been better off stayin' at home watchin' a birra' telle wit' me ma", they'll be thinking, "Ah, well, at least she's trying".  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109349248554284021?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109349248554284021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109349248554284021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109349248554284021' title='Sex Test'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109330898436410584</id><published>2004-08-24T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T02:00:00.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowzer...</title><content type='html'>I can't beleive you decided to write on el bloggo again... Anyway, I think you should meet up with Hog just once more. If nothing good comes out of it maybe he can hook us up with some free passes for 02 party in the park. I think you should read back over your diary, the weeks you were with hog anyway, and (without tearing any pages out)(who're you trying to impress) think about how much you still like him. IF(thats a big if) you don't like him at all than I miss read you and I'll buy you a magnum some day. (Hey, chances are I'll buy you one anyway so don't go lying to me to get a free magnum. Just ask, whoe!) I know he's a boring old git who needs to 'liven up' and stop being so 'lovey dovey'(y'know what I mean) but now that his exams are over (as are yours) you should, if you want, reconsider. Oh, and so, he's not chad micheal murray but you could do worse... LIKE ALASTAIR FOR INSTANCE! (Just noticing, isn't it weird that the man of your dreams (chad micheal murray) happens to share part of his name with your potential dream... ok... maybe not dream but, potential... man. I also think that you should do the whole 'dating' thing. I mean, come on, do men know anything about women. HELLO!!, *my name here*, READY AND WAITING TO BE SPOILT ROTTEN BY HOT MAN FRIEND!! What the fuck ever happened to romance. People used to get turned on by a good romance novel, now it's all sex books, magazines, SEX PROPAGANDA EVERYWHERE! I, personally, think it's just irish men. They've been in the country too long and think romance is a getting few cans, a curry from the chipper and sitting on the couch watching RAMBO (if i ever have to watch that again!)all night with their 'bird'. Then, to end this perfect evening, they expect sex because of all the hard effort they put in. Buying cans, getting a curry and picking out a movie "we'd both enjoy"!!! See a french man would have you eating out of the palm of his hand after you eating his home cooked 'amazing' meal. So frenchie try's a bit too hard, but it works! This reminds me, I want a man who cooks. This is because, some day, I want &lt;strong&gt;breakfast in bed&lt;/strong&gt;. When I say cook, I mean, not only well but, y'know, with a few recipies up his sleeve. Not Paddy Irishman bringing me a big greasy fry with sachets of ketchup and a big old glass bottle of HP BROWN SAUCE! God help the modern day woman who ends up married to Paddy 'here's a nice fry for ya luv' Irishman. Went a bit off track there but... oh well. Night xx &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109330898436410584?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109330898436410584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109330898436410584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109330898436410584' title='Wowzer...'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109303084148208442</id><published>2004-08-20T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:40:41.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so ... how was your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; night? tell me tell me tell me. answer the phone biznich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109303084148208442?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109303084148208442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109303084148208442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109303084148208442' title=''/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109132362439317726</id><published>2004-08-01T02:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:31:30.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>i miss me too ....&lt;br /&gt;your the only one who knew me like that. I wanted all that. now i dont know wat i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling ok???!!! I'm concerned about your mental health the way your shittin' on.... Hmmm?!? Whats with the depres-e-o-nay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109132362439317726?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109132362439317726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109132362439317726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109132362439317726' title='hmm..'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109085229179895284</id><published>2004-07-26T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T02:03:45.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed the tree, I miss you!</title><content type='html'>FTT, what ever happened to you wanting to get dreads??? &lt;img scr="http://www.btinternet.com/~quinnster1/hair/dreads/chocolatebodypaint.jpg"&gt; &lt;img scr="http://www.knottyboy.com/products/visors_bands/images/blackvisor1.jpg"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;huh!!&lt;/strong&gt; Or getting the side of your lip peirced &lt;img scr="http://images.google.ie/images?q=tbn:XfliM39_2IMJ:www.bme.freeq.com/pierce/05-lips/A40216/high/iam00012472.jpg"&gt; &lt;br&gt; or moving to auzzie, aussie, auz, oz... (australia) &lt;img scr="http://news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38068000/jpg/_38068834_road_hazards150.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img scr="http://images.google.ie/images?q=tbn:VDG0vK38drEJ:www.shadyglen.com.au/media/attraction_photos/birdlife.jpg"&gt; &lt;br&gt; hmmmm... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irrelevant pic of 'nice' boy http://www.knottyboy.com/images/gallery/thumb/thumb.902.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hmmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109085229179895284?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109085229179895284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109085229179895284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109085229179895284' title='Feed the tree, I miss you!'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-109084746699083653</id><published>2004-07-26T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T14:11:06.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/detnuah/1077168117_gnbitsylen.jpg" border="0" alt="You are the itsy bitsy spider"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Itsy Bitsy Spider!!... You are a sick&lt;br&gt;sick person, with your magnifying glass, and&lt;br&gt;garden hose......... HUGS YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/detnuah/quizzes/What%20Lenore%20comic%20are%20you/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lenore comic are you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-109084746699083653?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109084746699083653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/109084746699083653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109084746699083653' title=''/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108929495505168201</id><published>2004-07-08T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:55:55.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la di da</title><content type='html'>stop fighting with your gran when i'm on the phoneio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108929495505168201?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108929495505168201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108929495505168201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108929495505168201' title='la di da'/><author><name>Fanny Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14928558063299685047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108920922168213235</id><published>2004-07-07T14:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:07:01.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORY_HOLE</title><content type='html'>G_h I can’t contact you at all its really annoying. I don’t have your gran’s home number either. Get your bloody fone fixed. Or answer your grannys mob. Fuck You  you just walked past the window you better call in on me on your way back. Fuks sake. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108920922168213235?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108920922168213235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108920922168213235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108920922168213235' title='GLORY_HOLE'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108920919322380672</id><published>2004-07-07T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:06:33.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORY_HOLE</title><content type='html'>G_h I can’t contact you at all its really annoying. I don’t have your gran’s home number either. Get your bloody fone fixed. Or answer your grannys mob. Fuck You  you just walked past the window you better cal lin on me on your way back. Fuks sake. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108920919322380672?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108920919322380672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108920919322380672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108920919322380672' title='GLORY_HOLE'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108915261037897741</id><published>2004-07-06T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:23:30.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how come?</title><content type='html'>How come we dont even talk no more&lt;br /&gt;And you dont even call no more&lt;br /&gt;We dont barely keep in touch at all&lt;br /&gt;And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more&lt;br /&gt;And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now&lt;br /&gt;After all the years we been down&lt;br /&gt;Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true&lt;br /&gt;We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108915261037897741?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108915261037897741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108915261037897741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108915261037897741' title='how come?'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108905845924082598</id><published>2004-07-05T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:14:19.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Bollocks</title><content type='html'>It’s raining. Actually, it’s pissing. The sky is a disappointing shade of grey and I’ve never wanted to go out more. I don’t mean that in a, I want to go out and dance around until even my knickers are soaked thoroughly, way. What I mean is simply that I am dying to go out but everything seems to be against me. Everything being, the weather and my cash free wallet. My craving for a cigarette is substantially greater than my need to go out. This said, my lack of cigarettes is greater than that. I feel that I can now confidently blame my ever growing weight on my absents of a car (to get me to the gym on days like this) (*brake into song here* WELL MY MOMMA TOLD ME THERE’D BE DAYS LIKE THIS… DO, DO DO DO, DO DODO DO DODODO. WELL MY MOMMA TOLD ME, THERE’D BE DAYS LIKE THIS) and THE WEATHER!!! Wow, that was, like, so dramatic. Hmmm, I think I must be high… or delusional. Gotta go, i'll probably be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108905845924082598?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108905845924082598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108905845924082598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108905845924082598' title='Absolute Bollocks'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108904439156446462</id><published>2004-07-05T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:19:51.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>huh huh... FANNY AND FEED THE TREE&gt;&gt;&gt;</title><content type='html'>finally put up my profile... woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps click on linky thing. then make sure to look at the sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* *happy sigh* *smile*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you internet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108904439156446462?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.matazone.co.uk/kitty1.html' title='huh huh... FANNY AND FEED THE TREE&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108904439156446462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108904439156446462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108904439156446462' title='huh huh... FANNY AND FEED THE TREE&gt;&gt;&gt;'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108904408584092017</id><published>2004-07-05T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:14:45.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiz-kidlery</title><content type='html'>I really want this whole whiz-kid thing to come together but i need:&lt;br /&gt;knowledge&lt;br /&gt;a better pc&lt;br /&gt;knowledge &lt;br /&gt;and a drawing ability&lt;br /&gt;oh and CASH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do a home star type thing of our own. Something fucking deadly. Y'know. Somethin to be proud of unlike this peice of poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108904408584092017?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108904408584092017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108904408584092017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108904408584092017' title='Whiz-kidlery'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108880139499306672</id><published>2004-07-02T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T17:01:59.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>paint fukin ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/320/paintball-11.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/320/paintball-11.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went paintballing today and it was the knarlyest (yeah I can't believe I said that either) thing ever!! Ahh it was SO cool your there darting from behind tree to tree and creaming people on your way, and ppl are like 'SURRENDER BITCH' and your all 'NO WAY FAG BOY' cutung cutung cutung tssshhh  ah your fuckin dead!! RRAAA aaaaahhhhhhh ha ha ha ha ha. DEAD. I shot Alistair SO HARD on the shoulder he fell over! I got so many other ppl but I remeber that best cos it was the 1st one I hit.  Yea-ye. I have 5 obvious bruises. One on Each leg, one on my left boob[that was ritchie, hes so hot], one on my shoulder, they are all, or WERE like the ones on tv, and one tore up my middle finger on my left hand I had blood all over the place.The same time as I got shot on the hand and it someone nailed me in the face! My army helmet thing got completely blinded and it smashed into my face. It felt like someone whacking you in the face with a hubcap full on force[cos of the mask]. Anyway because of the blood on my hand and me wiping paint off my face ppl thought my face was bleeding which was funny. My knee wrecked so mush I could hardly walk so I downed 4 paracetamals at al's b4hand and was running like fuk on it for the nxt 3 hrs!! Deadly. I can't move it now. Heh heh heh.... it was worth it. It even (the place) had army tanks and planes and jeeps we swamped. Basically it wrecks but then you all go crazy annihilate everyone cos its so funny!-and to run away. adreniline adreniline adrenaline. Do do do.all the time I had the song 'see it in a boy's eye's' in my head cos of the hot ,army video! Mmm...hot army guys... Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108880139499306672?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108880139499306672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108880139499306672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108880139499306672' title='paint fukin ball'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108870119992859592</id><published>2004-07-01T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:59:59.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dont worrie!!</title><content type='html'>soon i will become a whizz-kid and find out how to add a links bar to the side of our template. 1st i must master the skill of accurate typeing. Then.. Who knows the endless opourtunities opening out to me. ta ta now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108870119992859592?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108870119992859592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108870119992859592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108870119992859592' title='dont worrie!!'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108869797986391067</id><published>2004-07-01T17:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:06:19.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>click here for a picture site WITH the links thing g_h got rid of on this site</title><content type='html'>i want that list of links on the side of our site again, what did you do with that glory_hole?&lt;br /&gt;    get it back biznich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108869797986391067?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jaypics.blogspot.com/' title='click here for a picture site WITH the links thing g_h got rid of on this site'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108869797986391067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108869797986391067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108869797986391067' title='click here for a picture site WITH the links thing g_h got rid of on this site'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108869674794797942</id><published>2004-07-01T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:45:47.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait </title><content type='html'>i acctually feel really guilty for breaking up with hog. i wasnt even going to tell him that i had cheated on him. i dont feel bad towards HIM espechilly i'd care this much if he was a frog. but still. im cold. i keep hearing Dry Your Eyes Mate and thats exactly wat happened(except it took me 2hrs not 4 and a 1/2 mins)when i broke up with him. The song I Dont Wanna Know ("if your playing me- please dont let i t show") is worse cos she cheated on him in the song. i'm not saying that when these song come on i feel like crying or anything i just feel annoyed that he is so annoying THEN i feel bad for thinking like that. if that makes sence. &lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: DRINK MORE&lt;br /&gt;do do do do do do you should look up Safri Duo Played Alive on KaZaA the 1st few beats are fuckin cool. dont download the whole thing just the start. Bom Bom BOM BOM BOM !!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108869674794797942?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108869674794797942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108869674794797942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108869674794797942' title='the wait '/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108865344970299827</id><published>2004-07-01T04:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T04:44:09.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>night raves</title><content type='html'>This is not right. A young kid like me should not have to be so fucking sore as me. (I’m going to work my way up this piece of crap body that I have abused to much)The backs of my knees ache like thunder, my left knee keeps getting those sharp pains that I’ve always had and their creeping back into the right knee. My left hip is so sore, (it is a pain from the inside though not as if I smashed it on the side of a table or anything) that a red mark is starting to show up on my skin on the outside, I think that’s got to be pretty fucking bad. Next my shoulders some times are cracking over the blade, and my hand, no wrists, are so... their KILLING me to type but I have to say all this somewhere because I cant tell ppl because its so ridiculous. Too much stoff is wrong with me I certainly would tell someone like me to fuck off and shut up. I told mom about my hip because of the redness and because she had to get her hip replaced when she was about 12 and I have the exact same body as her so i'm very worried about that. Back to my shit, I can't close my left hand at all and I didn’t know it was possible to have knuckles that are this immobile and hot. I’ll get to my face in a minute. 1st I gotta say how bad my knees shoulders and wrists hurt. My knees often feel like they are carrying a tone weight on each calf. I physically can not lift them sometimes they are so weak, I have to use my hands to get my legs out of some v. normal positions. Same with my wrists, hands can’t weigh that much can they? And must they loll into such painful positions too? I can’t control it all no matter how hard I try. And that’s not very hard seen as I was told to do exercises for the sharp pains in the front and insides or my knee. I feel so guilty now that I forgot to do those for so long that I cannot actually do any or them anymore. Great … ok now the face, oh god the face I have a sty on my left eye, and I cannot open my mouth for much @ all (I have the biggest mouth) it might be lock jaw? Rachel has just come down too, she didn’t have a bed either, and having her singing along to Mario Winanns ‘I don’t wanna know’ has really cheered me up. Its Areosmith&amp; run dmc ‘walk this way’ now what a ledge. I felt really bad for my mom earlier on this morning, the thought of her made me cry, imaging mommy having casts and leg braces @ like 7 yrs old. I can’t ima… oh my god. I … I don’t know. I just did a spell check on this thing so now I sound all intellectual, or at least like I’m not such a retard!!! Maybe its Rachel being here now or maybe the string of paracetamal i've taken over the last week and 2 days that really shouldn’t be all going down my through but it’s the only way I can move without wincing(which would be real annoying for  everyone around me) I have accomplished an all-nighter. Wohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108865344970299827?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108865344970299827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108865344970299827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108865344970299827' title='night raves'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108864146756446402</id><published>2004-07-01T01:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T01:24:27.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Con's party!</title><content type='html'>Ok I haven’t written on this in a while but wateva. I was at cons and it was pretty good!!!! Ha ha …yeah. I cheated on my boyfriend. Long story short:I had a fuk load to drink (and I mixed)and I didn’t fancie hog anymore anyway so …It was ok I don’t really mind. Blah blah I broke up wit him, not a good story. I would have been embarrassed. A third yr breakin up wit me ? hell no.Blah Flaf Blurp.&lt;br /&gt;  My like week of being out of school has been pretty frekkin bus-ay !  yea-yah ! im @ meg’s now and shes leaving tomoro and never comeing bak ill seee you in VERMONT megan. Paint ball on Fri . sounds so sore from the looks @ Shanhez/jackass and all that shiz. Ahh unreal. I don’t wanna get shot . don’t yo shoot ma ass yha moda fo! NNNNnnnnoooooooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108864146756446402?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108864146756446402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108864146756446402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108864146756446402' title='Con&apos;s party!'/><author><name>feed the tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16709059686610163594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/282/1082/200/hello.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108818027650306725</id><published>2004-06-25T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:33:29.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alans 'party'</title><content type='html'>What started as a gathering of no more than eight friends turned out to be a question of devotion to your 'real' friends. Alan was having a party last night and everyone (apart from the obvious jack and beirgen crowd)was invited. This being said, Alan was coinsidentley not the only one having a party last night. (arch nemisis) Conn was also. Alans 'best friends' decided to go to Conns, motive unknown. Along with Alans best friends so did virtually everyone else. Then as the night seemed to be coming to a close they all arrived at alans. What sounds like a victorious come back for Alans party turned out to be a huge crowed of people looking for a place to crash. I feel sorry for Alan in that respect because although he said he was trying to kick them out I know he was letting them use him. Tom, the new king of all thinkers, certainly didn't let anyone prance around the house as if they'd done no wrong without giving them a serious peice of his mind first. Donaldson, as always, was first to lose the plot. Lending his lunch to a basin, he had what seemed to be the worst headache I've ever seen. He also, due to his thumping head(dont twist that!!), gave alot of people a peice of his very sore mind. Ellis, my sober saviour, was a companion to Tom till the bitter(exhausted)end. Waht was supposed to be a party ended up (qoute Tom)"a fucking sleepover!". Ellis, Donaldson, Tom and I all slept in Alans parents room and I slept in &lt;strong&gt;Alans moms boxers&lt;/strong&gt; to top it off. Next door was Alans sister, &lt;strong&gt;PRO WRESTLER/ANGRY PHONE CALLER AKA SONYA&lt;/strong&gt;, who was kept awake courtesy of Toms drunken banters. Donagh, temporary traitor, came into the room later on. Tom, like he did everyone else, gave dongh a hard time and Donagh made a very good point. Why go to a party if your just going to sit in a room with three people. Why not have a good time? Tom had a very good answer though, it wasn't supposed to be like that. A few good things came out of the party though, England lost, I'm now a devoted fan of Laurens legs, I have an excuse to lie in bed all day and I know what alot of peoples priorities are. Good times, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108818027650306725?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108818027650306725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108818027650306725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108818027650306725' title='alans &apos;party&apos;'/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185572.post-108784726670812353</id><published>2004-06-21T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:47:46.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a genious. GENIOUS!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to bone everyone.. not.. I really want to bone xtravision guy. He's soooo fine, drool drool, drool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out my brotha... lol x x x x x luv  yas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185572-108784726670812353?l=julihollyleah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108784726670812353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185572/posts/default/108784726670812353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julihollyleah.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108784726670812353' title=''/><author><name>glory whoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02885900380213375980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.myforeignbride.com/memphoto/23710.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
