<?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-4197479109027515060</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:50:13.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197479109027515060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490918448669482110</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197479109027515060.post-3630025293456444106</id><published>2011-10-12T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:25:30.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of a Clown</title><content type='html'>Ok so I wanted to start blogging simply because there are a million ba-gillion thoughts running through my mind on any given second and I think my friends are starting to get sick of my complaining all the time, I'M getting sick of my complaining all the time. There was a time when all my thoughts were positive and now they are all about anger, sadness, jealousy, bitterness, confusion, and UGH stubborness. I can't seem to shake 'em and I haven't smiled (for real) in weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I care if anyone reads this blog? Nope. (Unless of course the people I will be writing about read this blog..then I'll be SCRRREWED) I just need an outlet, someplace to jot down my HONEST feelings and not sugar coat it to my friends so they wont think I'm a crazy little biotch with cruel intentions and somewhat stuck up thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life right now involves a boy who loves me, a girl who doesn't love him back (that would be me), a job I rock at but can't seem to like, a pro athlete who used to text me everyday but hasn't in a week (go figure), sex, lies, betrayal, christianity (??-yup that too) and how to deal with it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for now, my story begins soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4197479109027515060-3630025293456444106?l=clance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clance.blogspot.com/feeds/3630025293456444106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clance.blogspot.com/2011/10/tears-of-clown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197479109027515060/posts/default/3630025293456444106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4197479109027515060/posts/default/3630025293456444106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clance.blogspot.com/2011/10/tears-of-clown.html' title='Tears of a Clown'/><author><name>Clance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490918448669482110</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
