<?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-6319558</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:46:24.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project I'm a prick...</title><subtitle type='html'>Call me an asshole and... I might just call you my savior.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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><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-6319558.post-108068944040432258</id><published>2004-03-30T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:34:16.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grenaib: Seriously..Grenaib: I don't know how much longer I can last.Grenaib: Blood seeping down my arm..Grenaib: Draining into a crystalline glass..Grenaib: I'll drink it, swish it, swallow it downGrenaib: It's almost time for me to drownGrenaib: When that time comes, be preparedGrenaib: Don't be scared, just be preparedGrenaib: You will lose me, forever-moreGrenaib: I won't ever, knock</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/108068944040432258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/108068944040432258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068944040432258' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107941480811955453</id><published>2004-03-16T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T00:30:04.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people always expect me to fix their computers?Why do people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107941480811955453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107941480811955453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941480811955453' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107941435734436132</id><published>2004-03-16T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T00:22:33.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aib: "I need to make these smokes last, dude."Zack: "I tried to make that cigarette last, dude, but I guess I blacked out and when I came to I realized it was gone."Aib: "Dude... there's no salsa left."Zack: "I realized that once the chip was in my mouth."Aib: "Ouch!"Zack: "What'd you do?"Aib: "I got my beard caught in the chair, dude."-On a sleepless night...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107941435734436132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107941435734436132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941435734436132' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107915979698247458</id><published>2004-03-13T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:39:48.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll smoke my cigarettes while I type this out.The Lord of the Rings... rules ass!-Aib-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107915979698247458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107915979698247458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915979698247458' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107912369241032743</id><published>2004-03-12T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:38:03.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spain... along with the rest of the world... is fucked.We will probably all die in some huge nuclear explosion; North Korea will be the only survivors. We all know they've been working on "secrets" for years now--way before Vietnam even started were they creating weapons of destruction--weapons beyond anybody's capability to comprehend, aside from the creators.We will die. I will live my last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107912369241032743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107912369241032743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107912369241032743' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107863779026781699</id><published>2004-03-07T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:39:33.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movies:Had been watching: The Lord of the Rings: The Two TowersIs currently watching: Girl, InterruptedWill be watching: The Mists of AvalonMusic:Had been listening to: Placebo, Vast, and HedwigIs currently listening to: The audio from Girl, InterruptedWill be listening to: The audio from Girl, Interrupted--followed by a healthy dosage of The Mists of Avalon's audioI'm everyone's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107863779026781699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107863779026781699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863779026781699' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107863711056498803</id><published>2004-03-07T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:31:48.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On my desk:a cup of pencilsa can of pepsia compact-disc holdera portable cd playera cup of strawberry kool-aida paper towela black bic lightera video-game magazine: Game Informera black circular ashtraya Hewlett Packard Deskjet 722C (Color) Printera ViewSonic MultiMedia Series M50 MonitorFinding NemoNothing To LoseTribes 2AspirinWindexTwo mix-CDsRCA Television Remote Control</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107863711056498803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107863711056498803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863711056498803' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107803900178168253</id><published>2004-02-29T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:30:21.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was so badass. Well, I guess yesterday was, because now it's 1:40am and the awesome day has passed. To start things off, I got something from Emilie. She sent me the Donnie Darko CD and NERDS! I love nerds. But, Zack and Jon attempted to purloin them from me. I was going to be them severely for it but, since they are my friends, I shared.Later on, we got Sean over. We sat around for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107803900178168253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107803900178168253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803900178168253' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107791703796989701</id><published>2004-02-27T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:26:50.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today... is Friday. As if you already didn't know.Well, I have Jon and Zack over right now and, we're watching Cowboy Bebop and downloading BLOCK-PORN. Later on today we will most likely fight and, if needed, scrounge for extra weapons. Jonathon brought hos Bokkens and other weapons over but, he didn't bring all of them. I wish he would have.Sean will be stopping by later but, no James. James</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107791703796989701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107791703796989701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791703796989701' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107765749487414508</id><published>2004-02-24T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:23:37.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was uneventful but, I made big plans for Saturday.OMFG... Saturday is going to fucking RAWK MY SAWKS! Sean, Zack, James, and Jon are coming over to my abode and, we'll be doing Jon's TBF. It's going to be, simply put, astounding. Jon chose fighting for his TBF and, in order, he'll be fighting:1. James2. Zack3. Aib4. SeanNow, in my opinion, this isn't such a good idea. I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107765749487414508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107765749487414508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107765749487414508' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107741675659541368</id><published>2004-02-21T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:28:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bible in 50 words:God madeAdam bitNoah arkedAbraham splitJoseph ruledJacob fooledBush talkedMoses balkedPharaoh plaguedPeople walkedSea dividedTablets guidedPromise landedSaul freakedDavid peekedProphets warnedJesus bornGod walkedLove talkedAnger crucifiedHope diedLove roseSpirit flamedWord spreadGod remained. http://zelphie.net/fear/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107741675659541368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107741675659541368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107741675659541368' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107741590056444203</id><published>2004-02-21T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:14:24.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again I Go UnnoticedSo quietAnother wasted nightThe television steals the conversationExhaleAnother wasted breathAgain it goes unnoticedPlease tell me you're just feeling tired'cause if it's more than that I fear that I might breakOut of touch out of timePlease send me anything but signals that are mixed'cause I can't read you’re rolling eyesOut of touch are we out of timeClose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107741590056444203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107741590056444203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107741590056444203' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107715697195944623</id><published>2004-02-18T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T21:18:52.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was so uneventful. I woke up at like 7:10, and had around 15 minutes to get ready. So, I threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, took my mind-numbing pills, and got my shoes on. I didn't even eat, or anything. I smoked a cigarette on the way to school and, once I got there, I just talked to a few people. I got breakfast at school, ate that and, went to get coffee. As it turns out, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107715697195944623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107715697195944623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715697195944623' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107715426144106616</id><published>2004-02-18T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T20:33:41.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked her if I looked tired... she said that I've always looked tired and, that she doesn't think she's ever seen me truly awake."What do you mean?" I asked."I mean that, ever since I met you, you've never really been fully at rest. You've always had something going on, something little or big, that has kept you from just being completely settled in your mind."She said I was living in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107715426144106616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107715426144106616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715426144106616' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107700031226960118</id><published>2004-02-17T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T01:47:49.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh... I met this really cool girl named Emilie. She's so smart, cute, exotic... omfg I think she might even be egyptian. I have no idea, to be honest. Plus, she's really cool to talk to. She even makes things for me which, in my opinion, is definitely a perk. We have a lot in common, which is also cool. We both play Halo... but I think she might suck. She is going to AGP, and so am I, which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107700031226960118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107700031226960118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107700031226960118' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107699929314418505</id><published>2004-02-17T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T01:30:50.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past couple days have been non-eventful. Well, except for Valentine's Day, of course. Other than that, I slept until 4:15pm on Sunday, to my mother asking me, "Aib, are you okay?" Heh... it was rather funny. So, for the rest of that day I just hung out and smoked cigarettes, chatted online to a few friends and drank coffee. Nothing much goes on usually but, there are some eventful happenings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107699929314418505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107699929314418505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699929314418505' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107689859919781167</id><published>2004-02-15T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:32:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was fucking awesome. Probably the most memorable Valentine's Day I'll ever have. No shitting you, there.Okay, first off, I went to dinner at a place near here called Turk's. It was so fucking good... so good. Afterwards, I went over to a human's house and smoked cigarettes, and waited for a man named Adam to get there and take us to Skelletones (a local cafe/coffee shop). Once there,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107689859919781167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107689859919781167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689859919781167' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107637175706784061</id><published>2004-02-09T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:11:44.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was great and horrible all at the same time. At some points I felt like I was going to burst with excitement yet, at others, I almost cried. As a matter of fact, I did cry at one point. I cried whilst talking to Becky on the phone. Of course, she didn't know this, but I kind of hinted at it. I think she got the idea, but I don't truly know.School went rather gailey. It was so lame, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107637175706784061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107637175706784061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107637175706784061' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107409583571946322</id><published>2004-01-14T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T10:01:06.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out my friend James's blog. He's interesting, in a weird sort of way! Also, check out Nihaad's blog. Nihaad is cool!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107409583571946322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107409583571946322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409583571946322' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107409407470636876</id><published>2004-01-14T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:29:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still trying to figure out this damned blog-thingy... grrr! How do I add other people's blog URLs onto my blog?On another note, if anyone posts on Elftown, give me a holla. My name on there is Furo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107409407470636876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107409407470636876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409407470636876' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107392973998462818</id><published>2004-01-12T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T12:49:20.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>()==[]:;:;:;:;:;:::&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107392973998462818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107392973998462818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392973998462818' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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-6319558.post-107392957538307821</id><published>2004-01-12T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:20:35.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things about me:I smoke cigarettesI drinkI swearI fightI don't lieI don't break promisesI will always protect my friends and familyI will try my hardest not to let you down. Ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107392957538307821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6319558/posts/default/107392957538307821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abebristol.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107392957538307821' title=''/><author><name>Abe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731646101501865795</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></feed>
