<?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-6362248849797424126</id><updated>2011-09-01T12:14:46.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of a girl.</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TPsNDqabE2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/W43aUUbAgr8/s1600/mkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TPsNDqabE2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/W43aUUbAgr8/s320/mkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547041722612781922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i died it again and the roots were sorta red...and then rest is a mixture of light and dark brown..i kinda like it but the red is slowly going to a chesnut brown color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a Tumblr, i've been using that alot more than here.. i just like it better so check up on me there or follow me.. cus i probably wont be on here much longer.&lt;br /&gt;http://thestoryofstacey.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres a pic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TPsNDqabE2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/W43aUUbAgr8/s72-c/mkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8314761418741269793</id><published>2010-11-25T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:30:51.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>leave it to my family to be the only ones who don't eat together on thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;we all eat alone, in our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is black friday, i guess i'm gonna go check out some sales.&lt;br /&gt;then going to the beach with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;thats probably the only thing i have to look forward too..&lt;br /&gt;then probably sunday i'm gonna be dying my hair a dark brown... i'm tired of blonde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8314761418741269793?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8314761418741269793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/11/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8314761418741269793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8314761418741269793'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TNYV19YDxhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/u1Pk4-RJcOs/s320/bl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536636808651326994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; experimenting with a hair curler...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TNYV1n6G_rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EueuSreZoRA/s1600/toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TNYV1n6G_rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/EueuSreZoRA/s320/toes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536636802888564402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pedi.&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TNYV1VT6P_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ucg3VwAAOJ4/s1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TNYV1VT6P_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ucg3VwAAOJ4/s320/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536636797896507378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just liked this one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2636386489221366643?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2636386489221366643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3678544412919567492</id><published>2010-10-28T20:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:33:45.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beach with the boyfriend until monday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3678544412919567492?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3678544412919567492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/10/beach-with-boyfriend-until-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3678544412919567492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3678544412919567492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/10/beach-with-boyfriend-until-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3999748921509208201</id><published>2010-10-20T10:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:06:24.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i was born in the arms of imaginary friends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72m9NCA0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jpN9dMXrnhs/s1600/bleeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72m9NCA0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jpN9dMXrnhs/s320/bleeeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530128541582230338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try my best to understand all that your love could bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72mtXYyTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YpzAeNBI86k/s1600/bleeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72mtXYyTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YpzAeNBI86k/s320/bleeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530128537330698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant keep loving you with half of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72mXc0xMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NqdRDAVx_Bw/s1600/bleee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72mXc0xMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/NqdRDAVx_Bw/s320/bleee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530128531447923906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3999748921509208201?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3999748921509208201/comments/default' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TL72m9NCA0I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jpN9dMXrnhs/s72-c/bleeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7710279550204464018</id><published>2010-10-16T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:47:53.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>learning how to fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TLo5hNgBcQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/V3iZTnhh_18/s1600/pokee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TLo5hNgBcQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/V3iZTnhh_18/s320/pokee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528794735273144578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TLo5hMKjxgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LNb-RpPwIQ4/s1600/gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TLo5hMKjxgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LNb-RpPwIQ4/s320/gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528794734914684418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7710279550204464018?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7710279550204464018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/10/learning-how-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7710279550204464018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7710279550204464018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/10/learning-how-to-fly.html' title='learning how to fly'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TLo5hNgBcQI/AAAAAAAAAW4/V3iZTnhh_18/s72-c/pokee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7803463198798058926</id><published>2010-10-10T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:04:41.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10/8/10 was our 5 month together.. working on 6 months now.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a huge monkey that is a bed hog, and diamond earrings. how sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7803463198798058926?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7803463198798058926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/10/10810-was-our-5-month-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7803463198798058926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7803463198798058926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/10/10810-was-our-5-month-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8224248170184172866</id><published>2010-09-19T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:42:38.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate everyone.. seriously.. i'm not a people person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8224248170184172866?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8224248170184172866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8224248170184172866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8224248170184172866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7034739348138084249</id><published>2010-09-12T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:39:57.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i asked to name 10 things u like about me.. i dont think you could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7034739348138084249?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7034739348138084249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-asked-to-name-10-things-u-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-105054276802794777?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/105054276802794777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1116933244025199670?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1116933244025199670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/pretty-baby-dont-you-see-im-saving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1116933244025199670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1116933244025199670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/pretty-baby-dont-you-see-im-saving.html' title='pretty baby don&apos;t you see i&apos;m saving smiles for you'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-791196988858278309?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/791196988858278309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/791196988858278309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/791196988858278309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-535471739790644214</id><published>2010-08-15T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:36:47.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back..</title><content type='html'>from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;over all it was a good time..&lt;br /&gt;pictures coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i got a ring.. thank you baby.. i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-535471739790644214?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/535471739790644214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2005448555828004140?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2005448555828004140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2005448555828004140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2005448555828004140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TE8QCoYfq9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2113yd9jeQ4/s72-c/35341_413177459890_735049890_4691838_7492898_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5929152603713010229</id><published>2010-07-15T03:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T03:33:28.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm only telling you how i feel.</title><content type='html'>I hate my life. Life can't get any worse; well it probably could, but then i'd just wanna kill myself even faster. I'm tired of hiding behind a smile, pretending everything is ok. But at the same time i'm tired of showing everyone who i really am, then they judge me 'cause its not what they expected. I get yelled at for saying what i think, or how i feel. I constantly cry, and i get yelled at for that too. I never win. I always fuck something up, and nothing ever goes my way. Even god doesn't listen to me. I have nobody to talk to, and even though you may have the bright idea of telling me to make friends... i don't want any. Friends are a failure, all they do is make fun of me. I have a select few that will always be there for me and other than that i have no desire to make friends. I have the pressure of trying to get a job, which is stressful and i just wanna live in a box for the rest of my life just thinking about it. People don't understand me, i guess they never will. I'm different. When i find something i like i stick to it. I hate being yelled at, and put down. I hate when people call me names, and make fun of me. I don't think i'm pretty at all, i can never lose weight, and i'm not getting far with much. Theres only but so much i can handle. And i can honestly say, other than a select few people i just wanna leave this earth. I've always wanted to see what my next life has to offer.. But nobody will understand. Your probably already thinking i'm crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5929152603713010229?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5929152603713010229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-only-telling-you-how-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5929152603713010229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5929152603713010229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-only-telling-you-how-i-feel.html' title='i&apos;m only telling you how i feel.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7670049042073968689</id><published>2010-07-08T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:20:06.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>best song ever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0f5g18EbG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0f5g18EbG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7670049042073968689?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7670049042073968689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-song-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7670049042073968689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7670049042073968689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-song-ever.html' title='best song ever..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6597775079638971310</id><published>2010-07-05T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:28:44.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;25%  of all men are unstable. 25% of all men can't be faithful. 30% of them  don't mean what they say. 10% of the remaining 20% are homosexuals. That  leaves you a 10% chance of ever findin' your perfect man. That also  means you better pay attention and try to expose the bad 90% and keep  the other 10%.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6597775079638971310?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6597775079638971310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/25-of-all-men-are-unstable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6597775079638971310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6597775079638971310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/25-of-all-men-are-unstable.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5833926542492104574</id><published>2010-07-02T02:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:36:15.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my current life in 90 questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;1. What was the highlight of your week?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the week isn't over, but spending the days with my bf def. made the top of my list..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[3][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[3][text]" value="2. Whose car were you in last?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;2. Whose car were you in last?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[4][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[4][text]" value="3. When is the next time you  will kiss someone?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;3. When is the next time you will kiss someone?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[5][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[5][text]" value="4. What color shirt are you  wearing?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;4. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[6][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[6][text]" value="5. How long is your hair?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;5. How long is your hair?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longer than yours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[7][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[7][text]" value="6. Are you good looking?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;6. Are you good looking?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've heard.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[8][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[8][text]" value="7. Last movie you watched?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;7. Last movie you watched?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twilight&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[9][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[9][text]" value="8. Who were you with?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;8. Who were you with?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[10][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[10][text]" value="9. Last thing you ate?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;9. Last thing you ate?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scallop wrapped in bacon...bad idea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[11][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[11][text]" value="10. Last thing you drank?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;10. Last thing you drank?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemonade&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[12][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[12][text]" value="11. When was the last time you  had your heart broken?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;11. When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk i dont particularly look forward to it..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[13][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[13][text]" value="12. Who came over last?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;12. Who came over last?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[14][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[14][text]" value="13. Are you happy right now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;13. Are you happy right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[15][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[15][text]" value="14. What did you say last?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;14. What did you say last?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idr&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[16][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[16][text]" value="15. Where is your phone?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;15. Where is your phone?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[17][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[17][text]" value="16. What color are your eyes?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;16. What color are your eyes?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gree&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[18][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[18][text]" value="17. Are you left-handed?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;17. Are you left-handed?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[19][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[19][text]" value="18. Spell your name without  vowels:" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;18. Spell your name without vowels:&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stc&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[20][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[20][text]" value="19. Do you have any pets?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;19. Do you have any pets?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[21][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[21][text]" value="20. Favorite Vacation?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;20. Favorite Vacation?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach or anywhere with the bf&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[22][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[22][text]" value="21. What do you dislike  currently?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;21. What do you dislike currently?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being able to sleep&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[23][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[23][text]" value="22. What are you listening  to?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;22. What are you listening to?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[24][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[24][text]" value="23. If you could have one  thing right now what would it be?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[25][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[25][text]" value="24. What is your favorite  scent?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;24. What is your favorite scent?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed hardy... hearts and daggers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[26][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[26][text]" value="25. Who makes you happiest?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;25. Who makes you happiest?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[27][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[27][text]" value="26. What were you doing at  midnight last night?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;26. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;layin in my bfs bed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[28][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[28][text]" value="27. When is your birthday?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;27. When is your birthday?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june 17&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[29][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[29][text]" value="28. Who has the same phone as  you?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;28. Who has the same phone as you?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tina&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[30][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[30][text]" value="29. Last time you went  swimming in a pool?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;29. Last time you went swimming in a pool?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[31][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[31][text]" value="30. Do you read your  horoscope?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;30. Do you read your horoscope?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[32][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[32][text]" value="31. Where was the last place  you bought something?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;31. Where was the last place you bought something?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candy...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[33][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[33][text]" value="32. How do you feel about your  hair right now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;32. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[34][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[34][text]" value="33. Do you bite your nails?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;33. Do you bite your nails?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[35][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[35][text]" value="34. Do you have any expensive  jewelery?" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;input name="questions[36][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[36][text]" value="35. Do you have any expensive  jewelery?" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="questions[37][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[37][text]" value="36. Myspace or facebook?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;36. Myspace or facebook?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[38][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[38][text]" value="37. How fast have you driven a  car?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;37. How fast have you driven a car?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast enough&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[39][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[39][text]" value="38. Have you ever smoked?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;38. Have you ever smoked?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use to&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[40][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[40][text]" value="39. What was or is your  favorite subject in school?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;39. What was or is your favorite subject in school?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not n skool no more, but i liked art.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[41][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[41][text]" value="40. Do you have Verizon?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;40. Do you have Verizon?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[42][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[42][text]" value="41. What type of boy or girl  do you usually fall for?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;41. What type of boy or girl do you usually fall for?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mature looking.. tall, built nicely, and a good teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[43][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[43][text]" value="42. Do you have any hidden  talents?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;42. Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[44][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[44][text]" value="43. Favorite Song?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;43. Favorite Song?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont have one&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[45][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[45][text]" value="44. Do you like to sing at  all?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;44. Do you like to sing at all?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[46][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[46][text]" value="45. Dream Job?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;45. Dream Job?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion designer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[47][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[47][text]" value="46. Where does most of your  family live?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;46. Where does most of your family live?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[48][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[48][text]" value="47. Are you an only child or  do you have siblings?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;47. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siblings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[49][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[49][text]" value="48. Would you consider  yourself to be spoiled?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;48. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far from it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[50][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[50][text]" value="49. What was the first thing  you thought when you woke up?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;49. What was the first thing you thought when you woke up?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[51][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[51][text]" value="50. Do you drink?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;50. Do you drink?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at parties&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[52][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[52][text]" value="51. Know any other languages?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;51. Know any other languages?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[53][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[53][text]" value="52. Ever write a coded  message?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;52. Ever write a coded message?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[54][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[54][text]" value="53. Have you ever been IN a  wedding?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;53. Have you ever been IN a wedding?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, a bridesmaid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[55][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[55][text]" value="54. Do you have any children?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;54. Do you have any children?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[56][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[56][text]" value="55. Did you take a nap today?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;55. Did you take a nap today?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[57][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[57][text]" value="56. Who has the same birthday  as you?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;56. Who has the same birthday as you?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of ppl&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[58][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[58][text]" value="57. Ever met anyone famous  before?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;57. Ever met anyone famous before?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[59][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[59][text]" value="58. Do you want to be famous  one day?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;58. Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[60][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[60][text]" value="59. Any Pet Peeves?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;59. Any Pet Peeves?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[61][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[61][text]" value="60. Are you multitasking right  now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;60. Are you multitasking right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[62][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[62][text]" value="61. Do you like Britany  Spears?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;61. Do you like Britany Spears?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she use to be good...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[63][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[63][text]" value="62. What is your least  favorite chore?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;62. What is your least favorite chore?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[64][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[64][text]" value="63. Last place you drove your  car?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;63. Last place you drove your car?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smh  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[66][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[66][text]" value="65. Where were you born?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;65. Where were you born?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[67][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[67][text]" value="66. Could you handle being in  the military?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;66. Could you handle being in the military?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[68][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[68][text]" value="67. What is your average cell  phone bill?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;67. What is your average cell phone bill?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont pay it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[69][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[69][text]" value="68. Who are you thinking about  right now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;68. Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babys daddy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[70][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[70][text]" value="69. When was the last time you  laughed REALLY hard?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;69. When was the last time you laughed REALLY hard?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk... few days ago&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[71][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[71][text]" value="70. How many pairs of shoes do  you own?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;70. How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alotttt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[72][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[72][text]" value="71. Are your toes always  painted?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;71. Are your toes always painted?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[73][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[73][text]" value="72. How many piercings do you  have?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;72. How many piercings do you have?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[74][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[74][text]" value="73. What are you doing today?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;73. What are you doing today?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gym, bank, beach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[75][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[75][text]" value="74. Have you ever been  gambling?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;74. Have you ever been gambling?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[76][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[76][text]" value="75. When is the last time you  updated your page?" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;input name="questions[77][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[77][text]" value="76. Do you like  rollercoasters?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;76. Do you like rollercoasters?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[78][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[78][text]" value="77. Have you ever been to  disneyland or world?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;77. Have you ever been to disneyland or world?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen i was young&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[79][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[79][text]" value="78. Do you have a favorite  cartoon character?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;78. Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[80][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[80][text]" value="79. Last thing you cooked?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;79. Last thing you cooked?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac and cheese..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[81][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[81][text]" value="80. How's the weather?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;80. How's the weather?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk its 2am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[82][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[82][text]" value="81. Do you e-mail?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;81. Do you e-mail?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[83][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[83][text]" value="82. What's the stupidest thing  you ever did with your cell phone?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;82. What's the stupidest thing you ever did with your cell  phone?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[84][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[84][text]" value="83. Last time you were sick?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;83. Last time you were sick?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[85][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[85][text]" value="84. What states have you lived  in?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;84. What states have you lived in?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur very nosey...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[86][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[86][text]" value="85. Do you wish you could  move?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;85. Do you wish you could move?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am moving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[87][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[87][text]" value="86. Do you take all the  QuizPox.com quizzes?" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;input name="questions[88][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[88][text]" value="87. What is your dream car?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;87. What is your dream car?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ford mustang&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[89][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[89][text]" value="88. Have you ever wanted  someone you cant have?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;88. Have you ever wanted someone you cant have?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[90][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[90][text]" value="89. If you could be anywhere  right now where would it be?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;89. If you could be anywhere right now where would it be?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greece  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[91][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[91][text]" value="90. Are you happy with your  life?" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5833926542492104574?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5833926542492104574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-current-life-in-90-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5833926542492104574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5833926542492104574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-current-life-in-90-questions.html' title='my current life in 90 questions'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3509663683322370449</id><published>2010-07-01T01:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:45:58.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we morphed our pics into our future baby... sorta. lol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCwreV2vq9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4HBe8DnQD2w/s1600/Baby-of-ok-jpg-and-31807-1383715324159-1570260070-933862-36332-n-jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCwreV2vq9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4HBe8DnQD2w/s320/Baby-of-ok-jpg-and-31807-1383715324159-1570260070-933862-36332-n-jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488809846120623058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3509663683322370449?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3509663683322370449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-morphed-our-pics-into-our-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3509663683322370449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3509663683322370449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-morphed-our-pics-into-our-future.html' title='we morphed our pics into our future baby... sorta. lol...'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCwreV2vq9I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4HBe8DnQD2w/s72-c/Baby-of-ok-jpg-and-31807-1383715324159-1570260070-933862-36332-n-jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1373599350418654172</id><published>2010-06-27T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:18:22.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>our songs...</title><content type='html'>we have 2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful mess- diamond rio&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zh1ajZ9_j28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right where i need to be- gary allan&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9JjUH5NofI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are country songs.. we decided this awhile ago but i'm just now putting this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hell is empty, all the devils are here..]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1373599350418654172?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1373599350418654172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1373599350418654172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1373599350418654172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-songs.html' title='our songs...'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2177194303193603000</id><published>2010-06-22T22:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:56:42.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beach with andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3PiGSIJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WzGIY7b4J8Q/s1600/bb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3PiGSIJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WzGIY7b4J8Q/s320/bb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485796929848877202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3PNpJGlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QQR4nF4_S68/s1600/bb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3PNpJGlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QQR4nF4_S68/s320/bb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485796924357941842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3O9OktII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tcuFEHJldRw/s1600/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3O9OktII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tcuFEHJldRw/s320/bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485796919951537282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3OuRX7eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EKEMstBFeZM/s1600/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3OuRX7eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/EKEMstBFeZM/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485796915936751074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2177194303193603000?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2177194303193603000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-with-andrew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2177194303193603000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2177194303193603000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-with-andrew.html' title='beach with andrew'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TCF3PiGSIJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WzGIY7b4J8Q/s72-c/bb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7698272881917473089</id><published>2010-06-20T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:23:04.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6itUGPVWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7oc1vhNnZs0/s1600/club3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6itUGPVWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7oc1vhNnZs0/s320/club3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485000295556535650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6isgBOwnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/viZ2VT35jyw/s1600/club2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6isgBOwnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/viZ2VT35jyw/s320/club2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485000281576882802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6iqk1Wc3I/AAAAAAAAATw/lHKEhmI1k2U/s1600/club1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6iqk1Wc3I/AAAAAAAAATw/lHKEhmI1k2U/s320/club1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485000248509494130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7698272881917473089?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7698272881917473089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7698272881917473089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7698272881917473089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TB6itUGPVWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7oc1vhNnZs0/s72-c/club3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3850272928538924562</id><published>2010-06-18T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:59:48.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>club night #1 ... 3 more nights to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBuJxzKTBZI/AAAAAAAAATo/lqqAOkrOMfw/s1600/18+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBuJxzKTBZI/AAAAAAAAATo/lqqAOkrOMfw/s320/18+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128459893704082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3850272928538924562?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3850272928538924562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/club-night-1-3-more-nights-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3850272928538924562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3850272928538924562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/club-night-1-3-more-nights-to-go.html' title='club night #1 ... 3 more nights to go..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBuJxzKTBZI/AAAAAAAAATo/lqqAOkrOMfw/s72-c/18+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1388672908729016006</id><published>2010-06-14T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:15:01.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>club dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBabxOYVOAI/AAAAAAAAATg/9qwgs4_8aJk/s1600/clubb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBabxOYVOAI/AAAAAAAAATg/9qwgs4_8aJk/s320/clubb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482740866346203138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBabwxHhuyI/AAAAAAAAATY/1b6zF9Ho65s/s1600/club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBabwxHhuyI/AAAAAAAAATY/1b6zF9Ho65s/s320/club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482740858491091746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1388672908729016006?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1388672908729016006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/club-dresses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1388672908729016006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1388672908729016006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/club-dresses.html' title='club dresses'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBabxOYVOAI/AAAAAAAAATg/9qwgs4_8aJk/s72-c/clubb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4845409234877459965</id><published>2010-06-14T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:40:30.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new hair color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBWymZwSRqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oifF1RqHsc8/s1600/hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBWymZwSRqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oifF1RqHsc8/s320/hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482484494211630754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBWymCZ64kI/AAAAAAAAATI/Sac25EM5JOo/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBWymCZ64kI/AAAAAAAAATI/Sac25EM5JOo/s320/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482484487943807554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half blonde and half chocolate brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4845409234877459965?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4845409234877459965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-hair-color.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4845409234877459965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4845409234877459965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-hair-color.html' title='new hair color'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBWymZwSRqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/oifF1RqHsc8/s72-c/hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5091519807522198490</id><published>2010-06-12T17:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:37:17.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9v4aFqCI/AAAAAAAAATA/a5vPfyuSe0Q/s1600/hootie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9v4aFqCI/AAAAAAAAATA/a5vPfyuSe0Q/s320/hootie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482004170477512738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more time i spend with him the better it gets.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was   fun-&lt;br /&gt;went to hooters, then went for a joy ride, then went to sleep   with the bf around 4am..&lt;br /&gt;Today i quit my job. idk why i put up with   it so much. yes it did bring in some money, but i used over half of what   i made to get there.. so it was really useless. and i just overall   hated my job after working there over a year.&lt;br /&gt;Posting a few   pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9vYgDfxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cWC0_rmAZzo/s1600/hoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9vYgDfxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/cWC0_rmAZzo/s320/hoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482004161912602386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9IH2cpBI/AAAAAAAAASw/BvHvBmliJ3g/s1600/hoote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9IH2cpBI/AAAAAAAAASw/BvHvBmliJ3g/s320/hoote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482003487428224018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP8K8HuLsI/AAAAAAAAASQ/heKyOh_nuIk/s1600/hooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP8K8HuLsI/AAAAAAAAASQ/heKyOh_nuIk/s320/hooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482002436307431106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5091519807522198490?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5091519807522198490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5091519807522198490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5091519807522198490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TBP9v4aFqCI/AAAAAAAAATA/a5vPfyuSe0Q/s72-c/hootie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-501218278364429789</id><published>2010-06-09T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:14:36.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a random survey i felt like doing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[3][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[3][text]" value="2. What color is your favorite  hoodie?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green and white stripes, from ocean city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[4][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[4][text]" value="3. Would you kiss the last  person you kissed again?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, he's my hero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[5][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[5][text]" value="4.Do you plan outfits?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;4.Do you plan outfits?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends if i have plans or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[6][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[6][text]" value="5. How are you feeling RIGHT  now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda tired, but i'm up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[7][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[7][text]" value="6. Whats the closest thing to  you thats red?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you thats red?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[8][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[8][text]" value="7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;7. Do you say aim or a-i-m?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[9][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[9][text]" value="8. Tell me about the last dream  you remember having?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;8. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend breaking up with me for some other girl i think.. i don't remember the whole dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[10][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[10][text]" value="9. Did you meet anybody new  today?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;9. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[11][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[11][text]" value="10. What are you craving right  now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;10. What are you craving right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[12][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[12][text]" value="11. Do you floss?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;11. Do you floss?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[13][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[13][text]" value="12. What comes to mind when I  say cabbage?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;12. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabbit food, that shit is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[14][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[14][text]" value="13. When was the last time you  talked on aim?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;13. When was the last time you talked on aim?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[15][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[15][text]" value="14. Are you emotional?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;14. Are you emotional?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[16][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[16][text]" value="15. Would you dance to the  taco song?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;15. Would you dance to the taco song?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a taco song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[17][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[17][text]" value="16. Have you ever counted to  1,000?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;16. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[18][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[18][text]" value="17. Do you bite into your ice  cream or just lick it?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;17. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lick, biting into icecream is asking for trouble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[19][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[19][text]" value="18. Do you like your hair?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;18. Do you like your hair?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, who doesnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[20][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[20][text]" value="19. Do you like yourself?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;19. Do you like yourself?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[21][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[21][text]" value="20. Have you ever met a  celebrity?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;20. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[22][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[22][text]" value="21. Do you like cottage  cheese?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[23][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[23][text]" value="22. What are you listening to  right now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;22. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing, its silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[24][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[24][text]" value="23. How many countries have  you visited?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;23. How many countries have you visited?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[25][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[25][text]" value="24. Are your parents strict?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;24. Are your parents strict?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[26][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[26][text]" value="25. Would you go sky diving?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;25. Would you go sky diving?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends how old i was, and what mood i was in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[27][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[27][text]" value="26. Would you go out to eat  with George W. Bush?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;26. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if he was paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[28][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[28][text]" value="27. Would you throw potatoes  at him?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;27. Would you throw potatoes at him?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not unless you gave me some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[29][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[29][text]" value="28. Is there anything sparkly  in the room you’re in?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;28. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[30][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[30][text]" value="29. Have you ever been in a  castle?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;29. Have you ever been in a castle?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[31][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[31][text]" value="30. Do you rent movies often?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;30. Do you rent movies often?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[32][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[32][text]" value="31. Who sits in behind you in  your math class?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;31. Who sits in behind you in your math class?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[33][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[33][text]" value="32. Have you made a prank  phone call?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;32. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[34][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[34][text]" value="33. Do you own a gun?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;33. Do you own a gun?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish, but if i did half the world would be dead.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[35][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[35][text]" value="34. Can you count backwards  from 74?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;34. Can you count backwards from 74?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i focused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[36][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[36][text]" value="35. Who are you going to be  with tonight?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;35. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was with my boyfriend.. the night is over.. its the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[37][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[37][text]" value="36. Brown or white eggs?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;36. Brown or white eggs?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[38][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[38][text]" value="37. Do you own something from  Hot Topic?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;37. Do you own something from Hot Topic?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[39][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[39][text]" value="38. Ever been on a train?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;38. Ever been on a train?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[40][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[40][text]" value="39. Ever been in love?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;39. Ever been in love?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[41][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[41][text]" value="40. Do you have a cell-phone?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;40. Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[42][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[42][text]" value="41. Are you too forgiving?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;41. Are you too forgiving?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[43][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[43][text]" value="42. Do you use chap stick?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;42. Do you use chap stick?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, even when my lips arent chapped..it makes them soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[44][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[44][text]" value="43. What is your best friend  doing tomorrow?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;43. What is your best friend doing tomorrow?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[45][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[45][text]" value="44. Can you use chop sticks?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;44. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[46][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[46][text]" value="45. Ever have cream puffs?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;45. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, along time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[47][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[47][text]" value="46. Have you ever seen The  Butterfly Effect?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;46. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[48][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[48][text]" value="47. What was the last question  you asked?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;47. What was the last question you asked?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something personal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[49][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[49][text]" value="48. What was the last CD you  bought?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[50][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[50][text]" value="49. Boys or girls?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;49. Boys or girls?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[51][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[51][text]" value="50. What is your bus number  for school?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;50. What is your bus number for school?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't go to schooollll....never road the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[52][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[52][text]" value="51. Is your hair curly?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;51. Is your hair curly?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally wavy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[53][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[53][text]" value="52. Last time you cried?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;52. Last time you cried?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[54][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[54][text]" value="53. Ever walked into a wall?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;53. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[55][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[55][text]" value="54. Do looks matter?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;54. Do looks matter?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[56][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[56][text]" value="55. Have you ever bought  anything from Pac Sun?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;55. Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,...but there style sucks now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[57][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[57][text]" value="56. Have you ever slapped  someone?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;56. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[58][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[58][text]" value="57. Favorite time of the  year?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;57. Favorite time of the year?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[59][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[59][text]" value="58. Favorite color?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;58. Favorite color?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[60][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[60][text]" value="59. Are you sarcastic?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;59. Are you sarcastic?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[61][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[61][text]" value="60. Do you have any tattoos?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;60. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting one very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[62][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[62][text]" value="61. The last person you held  hands with?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;61. The last person you held hands with?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[63][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[63][text]" value="62. Do you sleep with the TV  on?" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;input name="questions[64][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[64][text]" value="63. Where was your default  picture taken at?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;62. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.. i like to get into a deep sleep with the rapid eye movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[65][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[65][text]" value="64. Do you hate or dislike  more than 3 people?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;64. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[66][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[66][text]" value="65. Do you like your life  right now?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;65. Do you like your life right now?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now... but it could be better..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[67][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[67][text]" value="66. How often do you talk on  the phone?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;66. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe once a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[68][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[68][text]" value="67. What is your favorite  animal?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;67. What is your favorite animal?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[69][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[69][text]" value="68. What was the most recent  thing you bought?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;68. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[70][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[70][text]" value="69. Do you have good vision?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;69. Do you have good vision?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[71][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[71][text]" value="70. Can you hula hoop?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;70. Can you hula hoop?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[72][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[72][text]" value="71. Could you ever forgive a  cheater?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;71. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends how long we've been together and how forgiving i was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[73][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[73][text]" value="72. Do you have a job?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;72. Do you have a job?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[74][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[74][text]" value="73. Can you handle the truth?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;73. Can you handle the truth?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the truth, but some people don't understand what it means to tell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[75][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[75][text]" value="74. What are you wearing?" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;label&gt;74. What are you wearing?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[76][type]" value="q" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="questions[76][text]" value="75. Have you ever crawled  through a window?" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;label&gt;75. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol yea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-501218278364429789?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/501218278364429789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-survey-i-felt-like-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/501218278364429789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/501218278364429789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-survey-i-felt-like-doing.html' title='a random survey i felt like doing..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8235625647945628355</id><published>2010-06-09T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:43:34.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dying my hair in less than a week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA_Ej8HZ3AI/AAAAAAAAASI/8JeGybsv5Uw/s1600/grape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA_Ej8HZ3AI/AAAAAAAAASI/8JeGybsv5Uw/s320/grape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480815393244830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8235625647945628355?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8235625647945628355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/dying-my-hair-in-less-than-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8235625647945628355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8235625647945628355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/dying-my-hair-in-less-than-week.html' title='dying my hair in less than a week...'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA_Ej8HZ3AI/AAAAAAAAASI/8JeGybsv5Uw/s72-c/grape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2912041858920606645</id><published>2010-06-08T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:26:29.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>free as the wind..</title><content type='html'>it feels good to not go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;today is our one month..&lt;br /&gt;and this is one of my new dresses below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6m4QdeOgI/AAAAAAAAARA/NtHoZpLy6x0/s1600/flowers+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6m4QdeOgI/AAAAAAAAARA/NtHoZpLy6x0/s320/flowers+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480501281977940482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6m34WXR0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tAxKfm8pY9k/s1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6m34WXR0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/tAxKfm8pY9k/s320/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480501275505674050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2912041858920606645?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2912041858920606645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/free-as-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2912041858920606645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2912041858920606645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/free-as-wind.html' title='free as the wind..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6m4QdeOgI/AAAAAAAAARA/NtHoZpLy6x0/s72-c/flowers+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6189410267667984179</id><published>2010-06-04T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:48:13.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally graduated yesterday night...&lt;br /&gt;graduation party is saturday...&lt;br /&gt;and 13 more days til my birthday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6189410267667984179?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6189410267667984179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-graduated-yesterday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6189410267667984179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6189410267667984179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-graduated-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-15023610804987518</id><published>2010-06-02T08:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:21:12.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beach &amp; randoms..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMTzPyQ9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/oM9dK-S87vs/s1600/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMTzPyQ9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/oM9dK-S87vs/s320/ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149899800429522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMTamMmCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/STAKQRaM-nk/s1600/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMTamMmCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/STAKQRaM-nk/s320/grad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149893183543330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMANiQeoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SAlgJLkD_jM/s1600/beach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMANiQeoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SAlgJLkD_jM/s320/beach4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149563259845250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZL-km_sWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5KvN222Oj-w/s1600/beach5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZL-km_sWI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5KvN222Oj-w/s320/beach5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149535093993826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-15023610804987518?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/15023610804987518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/15023610804987518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/15023610804987518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-randoms.html' title='beach &amp; randoms..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TAZMTzPyQ9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/oM9dK-S87vs/s72-c/ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7561988329598814481</id><published>2010-05-21T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:14:58.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sex in the morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_ch-BWud8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/hQ1-PPYMqwI/s1600/butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_ch-BWud8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/hQ1-PPYMqwI/s320/butt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473881221491488706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7561988329598814481?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7561988329598814481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7561988329598814481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7561988329598814481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/sex-in-morning.html' title='sex in the morning.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_ch-BWud8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/hQ1-PPYMqwI/s72-c/butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-577996882949194978</id><published>2010-05-20T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:49:53.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>got the bangs cuttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_XmtpdJvEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RrzHuiH24JE/s1600/bangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_XmtpdJvEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RrzHuiH24JE/s320/bangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473534594035334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-577996882949194978?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/577996882949194978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-bangs-cuttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/577996882949194978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/577996882949194978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-bangs-cuttt.html' title='got the bangs cuttt'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_XmtpdJvEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RrzHuiH24JE/s72-c/bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8256227159238937814</id><published>2010-05-16T12:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:54:17.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a few prom pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah4OPjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gZ3ri1xbaoE/s1600/prom+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah4OPjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gZ3ri1xbaoE/s320/prom+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471910797034858338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; putting on his thingy. lol&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah3_dy4NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/66OcFZ9fpg0/s1600/prom+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah3_dy4NI/AAAAAAAAAPI/66OcFZ9fpg0/s320/prom+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471910793068077266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite picture.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah3rp6NaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3Ye8ikZdkMU/s1600/prom+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah3rp6NaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3Ye8ikZdkMU/s320/prom+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471910787750180258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hands were backwards, but oh well.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah3ZV5BmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p2MXIGilKmk/s1600/prom+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah3ZV5BmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p2MXIGilKmk/s320/prom+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471910782834378338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was fun, even though in the beginning the DJ sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Slow dancing without my heels on was a bad idea..cus i could barely reach Andrew's neck.&lt;br /&gt;After prom was nice. Can't say what we did but it was nice..&lt;br /&gt;and got home at 7am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8256227159238937814?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8256227159238937814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-prom-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8256227159238937814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8256227159238937814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-prom-pictures.html' title='a few prom pictures'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S_Ah4OPjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gZ3ri1xbaoE/s72-c/prom+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4118421510131114764</id><published>2010-05-13T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:49:37.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>getting the nails done tomorrow with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;prom is on saturday, and my after prom is gonna be fun.&lt;br /&gt;hotel reservations being set tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4118421510131114764?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4118421510131114764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-nails-done-tomorrow-with-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4118421510131114764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4118421510131114764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-nails-done-tomorrow-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2189371586682000932</id><published>2010-05-07T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:02:30.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>got my dress, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;better than any other dress i posted on here.&lt;br /&gt;got the best prom date too.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2189371586682000932?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2189371586682000932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2189371586682000932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2189371586682000932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4181288357421079695</id><published>2010-05-02T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:29:25.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the dress options.. so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93CqFvdWXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Df5kSpoK0w/s1600/prom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93CqFvdWXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Df5kSpoK0w/s320/prom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466739551049177458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #1:&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple with gold sequence.&lt;br /&gt;Style: open back, halter.&lt;br /&gt;Plus... hmm, it didn't really do much to help my boobs..&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93Cpxfk-cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-3ujSbMpkLs/s1600/prom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93Cpxfk-cI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-3ujSbMpkLs/s320/prom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466739545613859266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #2:&lt;br /&gt;Color: Dark pink with silver sequence and diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;Style: cross straps in the back, entire back is open.&lt;br /&gt;Plus... makes my boobs look nice. =]&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93CphmtNKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CJuMatSDto0/s1600/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93CphmtNKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CJuMatSDto0/s320/prom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466739541348791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice #3:&lt;br /&gt;Color: Navy blue, with silver sequence.&lt;br /&gt;Style: cross straps in the back, open back, and open down til the belly button.&lt;br /&gt;Plus... makes my boobs look nice. and makes my curves look nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4181288357421079695?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4181288357421079695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/dress-options-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4181288357421079695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4181288357421079695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/dress-options-so-far.html' title='the dress options.. so far'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S93CqFvdWXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Df5kSpoK0w/s72-c/prom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3271787070418262026</id><published>2010-05-01T17:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:23:28.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>no feelings to describe my mood..&lt;br /&gt;a mixture of sad, mad, and lonely is the best i can describe it for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3271787070418262026?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3271787070418262026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3271787070418262026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3271787070418262026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1255330819853024070</id><published>2010-04-29T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:15:25.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor..</title><content type='html'>I hate when people read my blog and jump to conclusions thinking what i write is about them. Half the time what i write is not even targeted at anyone. I think people should just stop putting words in my mouth and think about what they are going to say before they actual say it...&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going good for the past month until i started realizing a few things and that's when my mood went down hill. The entire 'saving money' process is stressful. The vacation money saving wont be too hard but still budgeting my other necessities is what is killing me. It's not even like i go shopping much anymore. I made a budgeting list, so hopefully that will help a little...&lt;br /&gt;Not much longer til school is over. I'm excited less than 25 days, but nervous i might get lazy and slip. But hopefully i will pull through...&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking I'm sorta happy i limit the amount of people i talk too.. friends are stressful and now i know why i never really had many. They talk so much shit, sometimes i just don't wanna hear it. And i hate when i wanna hang out with a friend and someone else always wants to tag along. Excuse me, but you don't know this person so why would you come along? I don't understand people. Maybe that's why i get go agitated...&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've started noticing my feelings and emotions, i have no idea why. Maybe i do have a heart after all. But it seems like once i start paying attention to you, you stop paying attention to me. I make efforts but you seem too busy. But yet when I'm busy there's always something wrong with that. Maybe i should give you space, but then if i do i may be making the wrong decision. I know you don't need me, and i don't need you. But sometimes when you tell me you miss me i think you don't really mean it. You say you miss me but you don't act like it. I don't care how tired, angry, annoyed, or sad a person is they will show you they miss you..and you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Something that has been bothering me is how many people will choose&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; illegal drugs&lt;/span&gt; over you. It's almost a waste of time to even talk to people that do it now, 'cause you know it would just be a waste of time 'cause they wont stop for you. I understand peer pressure is a bitch, but it doesn't take more than a little lip/tongue movement to say 'no'.. expecially when you over the age of 20 and your still smoking... You have some growing up to do. And maybe checking and making sure your priorities are straight might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my issue's nothing is new,&lt;br /&gt;going on vacation in about a month...&lt;br /&gt;Bake sale this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1255330819853024070?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1255330819853024070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-perfect-memories-scattered-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1255330819853024070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>shawn mcdonald-take my hand. i love this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrZKR4FqzNw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrZKR4FqzNw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-9099909895726663020?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/9099909895726663020/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7lH3HRwqRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3cu8cDQ7mtU/s1600/23443_1339704465610_1621112248_849485_4960398_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7lH3HRwqRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3cu8cDQ7mtU/s320/23443_1339704465610_1621112248_849485_4960398_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456471435707984146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4842596403740852111?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4842596403740852111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Its not about who is good enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;but if anyone was 'good enough' for me it'd be you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7661882729168836141?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7661882729168836141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/04/thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7661882729168836141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7661882729168836141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7ajUWDlzKI/AAAAAAAAANw/rKXUWOIS7zc/s320/me+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455727568519285922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1322676152793240596?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1322676152793240596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-church.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1322676152793240596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1322676152793240596'/><link rel='alternate' 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cant fight it anymore, and i wonder if i ever cross your mind...&lt;br /&gt;for me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after 1 and I'm all alone and i need you now.&lt;br /&gt;I said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how i could do without...&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5059141241369118273?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5059141241369118273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you make me mad,&lt;br /&gt;or for a lack of better words; sad..&lt;br /&gt;i think we're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7831033888349234845?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7831033888349234845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-if-youd-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7831033888349234845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7831033888349234845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-if-youd-like-it.html' title='Tell me if you&apos;d like it.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7280213119224263821</id><published>2010-03-28T21:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:48:54.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING: BEFORE. DURING. AFTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7AGaiQqgsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SLNDMscmhJ4/s1600/25591_1405042652266_1418372966_1133204_2776306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7AGaiQqgsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SLNDMscmhJ4/s320/25591_1405042652266_1418372966_1133204_2776306_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453866201688736450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7AGaRXSfLI/AAAAAAAAANI/nGpCHnErzWE/s1600/wedding+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7AGaRXSfLI/AAAAAAAAANI/nGpCHnErzWE/s320/wedding+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453866197153119410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7AGaFn-JVI/AAAAAAAAANA/53R0d46EUO4/s1600/WEDD+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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DURING. AFTER.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S7AGaiQqgsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/SLNDMscmhJ4/s72-c/25591_1405042652266_1418372966_1133204_2776306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4298374499889733231</id><published>2010-03-25T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:37:35.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the begining</title><content type='html'>I had my tube removed today, and yes they kept me awake and yes i did scream. I just hope i start feeling better..&lt;br /&gt;so my cousin came into town for the wedding, she got here around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda a busy day for me with the surgery and the cousin and getting ready for the wedding dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We are having the dinner at a nice Greek restaurant and there will be about 15-20 people attending. 5 more of my cousin's are coming in to town tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be getting up at 7am to take my sister to school with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;The my nail appointment is at 10am. We should be making a few stops for last minute wedding things, then coming home and cleaning up a little. By that time it will be time to go to the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding starts at 3pm on Saturday, which means our hair appointments are at 9am. By the time our hair is done we get home and the limo should be waiting for us to take us to the place.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning is the wedding breakfast, only about 20 people are coming for the brunch which is ok. I don't think i would wake up early after a wedding if i didn't have to either.&lt;br /&gt;The dinner dress and the bridesmaid dresses are the cutest. I can't believe we planned a wedding in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up on sunday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4298374499889733231?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4298374499889733231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/begining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4298374499889733231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4298374499889733231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/begining.html' title='the begining'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2448790836967078901</id><published>2010-03-24T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:05:50.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2448790836967078901?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2448790836967078901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2448790836967078901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2448790836967078901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-57508417101225042</id><published>2010-03-22T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:40:19.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not even gravity can keep your feet on the ground when your with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S6f_QnvXrqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rD78sWvwgrM/s1600-h/ok+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S6f_QnvXrqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rD78sWvwgrM/s320/ok+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451606534965931682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;They only want my ah ah ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-57508417101225042?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/57508417101225042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-even-gravity-can-keep-your-feet-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/57508417101225042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/57508417101225042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-even-gravity-can-keep-your-feet-on.html' title='not even gravity can keep your feet on the ground when your with me.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S6f_QnvXrqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rD78sWvwgrM/s72-c/ok+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-276844975994565412</id><published>2010-03-22T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:44:58.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving to Orlando in the summer with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Details are slowly coming together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-276844975994565412?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/276844975994565412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-to-orlando-in-summer-with-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/276844975994565412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/276844975994565412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/moving-to-orlando-in-summer-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-557075979974384416</id><published>2010-03-21T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:22:13.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting yesterday i am busy until next tuesday. and unless u are important to me.. dont bother. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-557075979974384416?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4137780636579422998</id><published>2010-03-20T05:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T05:28:25.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>done with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4137780636579422998?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4137780636579422998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/done-with-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4137780636579422998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4137780636579422998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/done-with-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4262349091351435421</id><published>2010-03-18T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:13:05.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;-I'm gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a  mountaintop. Baby, scream and shout, I wanna sing it on the radio, show  it on a video. Baby, leave no doubt, I want the whole world to know just  what I'm all about. I love to love you out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;-To really love a woman; let her hold you til'  you know how she needs to be touched. You've gotta breathe her, really  taste her, til you can feel her in your blood. And when you can see your  unborn children in her eyes you know you really love a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;-Every word I  didn't say that caught up in some busy day, and every dance on the  kitchen floor we didn't have before, and every sunset that we'll miss  I'll wrap them all up in a kiss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4262349091351435421?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4262349091351435421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4262349091351435421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4262349091351435421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6260196624517798874</id><published>2010-03-18T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:18:09.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets play this game..</title><content type='html'>whatever you do i will do.&lt;br /&gt;if you talk to a girl just know i'm gonna talk to a million other men.&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind..&lt;br /&gt;i'm done playin' people's games.&lt;br /&gt;karma sticks by my side.&lt;br /&gt;blow me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6260196624517798874?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6260196624517798874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-play-this-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6260196624517798874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6260196624517798874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-play-this-game.html' title='lets play this game..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4824326594315012242</id><published>2010-03-16T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:06:05.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnCcpkCD6YQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CnCcpkCD6YQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4824326594315012242?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4824326594315012242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4824326594315012242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4824326594315012242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-love.html' title='one love.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8059297655460819310</id><published>2010-03-15T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:54:07.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in a nut shell.</title><content type='html'>i have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;i am lonely in a crowded room.&lt;br /&gt;no one pays attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;i might as well talk to a wall.&lt;br /&gt;at this point i rather have a fake friend then none at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8059297655460819310?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8059297655460819310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-in-nut-shell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8059297655460819310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8059297655460819310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-in-nut-shell.html' title='My life in a nut shell.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2674869992558070815</id><published>2010-03-14T18:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:05:22.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't take my eyes off of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S51c6jPGorI/AAAAAAAAAKw/04YWYHy3nkQ/s1600-h/me+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S51c6jPGorI/AAAAAAAAAKw/04YWYHy3nkQ/s320/me+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448613285148926642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare. There's nothing&lt;br /&gt;else to compare.  The sight of you leaves me&lt;br /&gt;weak. There are no words left to speak.&lt;br /&gt;But  if you feel like I feel. Please let me know&lt;br /&gt;that it's real. You're  just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S51c6L14O6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Rp1xoYfU_GE/s1600-h/me+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S51c6L14O6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Rp1xoYfU_GE/s320/me+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448613278869109666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2674869992558070815?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2674869992558070815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-take-my-eyes-off-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2674869992558070815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2674869992558070815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-take-my-eyes-off-of-you.html' title='Can&apos;t take my eyes off of you.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S51c6jPGorI/AAAAAAAAAKw/04YWYHy3nkQ/s72-c/me+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7477032322349800480</id><published>2010-03-14T00:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:11:34.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you know something is... (true facts that have happend).</title><content type='html'>-you know something is up when the last time you talked to your boyfriend was at 3pm and he said he was going to the mall and you haven't heard from him since then. It's now 12:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you know something is up when someone says they will text you when they wake up and it turned 1pm and they still haven't text you, and you know damn well they've been up for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you know something is up when someone chooses weed over you. smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you know something is wrong when your mom still tells you to measure the length of your skirt/dress with your fingers to see if it's an appropriate length...and your far too old for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you know something is up when your credit card is taken from you, but yet your expected to be able to support yourself and buy your own needs/wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True statements that have happened to me in the last week. This is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7477032322349800480?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7477032322349800480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-something-is-true-facts-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7477032322349800480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7477032322349800480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-something-is-true-facts-that.html' title='you know something is... (true facts that have happend).'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4368738179059427818</id><published>2010-03-13T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:44:04.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life, I've learned, is never fair. If they teach anything in schools,  that should be it. - Nicholas Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" style="" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;And  when your lips met mine, I knew that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that  single moment when I first kissed the guy of my dreams and knew that  my love would last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4368738179059427818?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4368738179059427818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4368738179059427818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4368738179059427818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='....&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4035054992337635991</id><published>2010-03-12T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:05:06.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and to think i almost fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know your ignorant when you tell me "i know u just did that because I'm black"&lt;br /&gt;dumb dick, if you knew me you would know i like black people better then white people.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;people really are testing my fuckin nerves.&lt;br /&gt;today was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;nothing goes my way...your right. maybe i am spoiled. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mad i could shit fire right now.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4035054992337635991?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4035054992337635991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-to-think-i-almost-fell-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4035054992337635991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4035054992337635991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-to-think-i-almost-fell-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2112451885063264932</id><published>2010-03-11T20:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:10:47.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures. bridesmaid shirt and dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUPieFJBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3Culw14H0UE/s1600-h/me+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUPieFJBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3Culw14H0UE/s320/me+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447548218953245714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUPO3e9XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uWaK0tlGHWM/s1600-h/me+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUPO3e9XI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uWaK0tlGHWM/s320/me+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447548213691086194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUO5tBYWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mWKzCGiq6JM/s1600-h/me+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUO5tBYWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mWKzCGiq6JM/s320/me+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447548208010060130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2112451885063264932?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2112451885063264932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-bridesmaid-shirt-and-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2112451885063264932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2112451885063264932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-bridesmaid-shirt-and-dress.html' title='pictures. bridesmaid shirt and dress.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S5mUPieFJBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3Culw14H0UE/s72-c/me+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2992165966427865559</id><published>2010-03-10T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:21:35.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the outside looking in</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;You don't know how it feels to be your own  bestfriend. Well i'm tired of staying at home, i'm bored and all alone,  i'm sick of wasting all my time...you don't know what its like to be  left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2992165966427865559?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2992165966427865559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-outside-looking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2992165966427865559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2992165966427865559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-outside-looking-in.html' title='on the outside looking in'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-9192842268694025211</id><published>2010-03-10T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:42:30.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful soul</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been in school for almost 2 weeks but I'm excused from work so it's ok. I'm still in a little bit of pain but it will go away soon.  First day back to work is today, i hope that goes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 5 more pounds... it feels good to keep losing weight. And knowing that my sister who has always been thinner than me is now fatter than me ..it feels good. I guess that's the only thing that's been boosting my confidence. Everyone else is just bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;My face has cleared up, which is nice. But nobody notices those things. They never do.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working on my tan again now that summer is coming.&lt;br /&gt;And i need to filter out the people that are bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall yesterday to look for some gold shoes to match the dress for the wedding, and had no luck. Everything was either not my size or didn't look good. I'm starting to think i should go bare foot. Now that i think of it while i was there i should have bought a belt. Damn.. i need one too.. all my jeans are too big "/ .. they keep falling down.. i think i should just get new jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm , so i realized a few things. Everything turns out the opposite of what i think. But it's not like it's going to change anything even if i was .... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways.. thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-9192842268694025211?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/9192842268694025211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/9192842268694025211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/9192842268694025211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-soul.html' title='beautiful soul'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-2895059450289335324</id><published>2010-03-03T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:35:23.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is by your side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2895059450289335324?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2895059450289335324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-i-miss-you-body-and-soul-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2895059450289335324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2895059450289335324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-i-miss-you-body-and-soul-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5085238650630798878</id><published>2010-03-03T08:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:45:54.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote:</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt; Sometimes the perfect  person for you is who you least expect it to be... ♥ &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5085238650630798878?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5085238650630798878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5085238650630798878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5085238650630798878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote.html' title='Quote:'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5044557371862413934</id><published>2010-03-02T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:46:30.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans.</title><content type='html'>Thursday will be the surgery day, i will finally not be in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Friday my cousin from out of town is coming or the weekend to help with the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;No school or work for me until next week.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to definitely be boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5044557371862413934?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5044557371862413934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5044557371862413934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5044557371862413934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5818674238575394737</id><published>2010-02-26T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:59:01.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the end.</title><content type='html'>Confession: I cried in the shower today, and it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I know you assume everything is ok with me because i have a smile on my face, but thats not the case. I'm stressed. I thought my life was going good until i let reality hit me. I'm never going to be good enough for anyone. I either have too many break-outs on my face, my voice is too "whiny," my shoes aren't new, or you poke my fat and tell me to do sit-up's to get rid of it. But little did you know i lost 15 pounds in 2 months. It may not show but I'm sick of the poking, and the making fun of, and trying to lower my self esteem. I'm so self concious of my acne that now i take a pill to get rid of it, but the pill can ruin the inside lining of my stomach. My shoes aren't new because i constantly owe the bank some sort of money, and until you become a billionaire then stay off me. I don't have friends because they either talk about me behind my back, or constantly nag me. And i rather have no friends than ones that are just putting on a show.&lt;br /&gt;  On top of that, i have a kidney stone that got stuck on the end of my urethra tube and the beginning of my bladder. It's been stuck there for a while, i just got another cat scan, and another sonogram. I'm just wondering when this is all going to end. I'm young and have yet to live my life. My job sucks, everyday i think about quitting. I want to move out, but my mom doesn't want me to move out until I'm 20, but i can barely make it until my next birthday. If she got rid of her husband things would be a lot easier on me. People will never know what he has done to me and my family. On June 17th my bags will already be packed.&lt;br /&gt;   I've been wanting a tattoo, and i believe i am going to get one, but now that i think about it i don't even think i can afford it. People constantly change their minds. It's almost impossible to believe that anyone will ever follow through with what they say. Nobody is showing me that they care, and i guess this is why i have a blogger. Since only my blogger listens to me. I think it's hard for me to believe anything that comes out of anyone's mouth's. Everyone lies about the dumbest things and nothing good ever comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;   I know I'm no perfect person myself, but things aren't as good as i thought they were... I feel like I'm back at square one. So here goes another night i sit here and think and cry. Which isn't such a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5818674238575394737?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5818674238575394737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5818674238575394737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5818674238575394737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-end.html' title='The end of the end.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3368381531184946764</id><published>2010-02-22T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:15:11.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid dresses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S4M57ylEJEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s0tsMW2U3Sw/s1600-h/bridesmaid+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S4M57ylEJEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s0tsMW2U3Sw/s320/bridesmaid+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441256474145989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the best quality of a picture. But a cute ass dress. Guaranteed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3368381531184946764?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3368381531184946764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/bridesmaid-dresses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3368381531184946764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3368381531184946764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/bridesmaid-dresses.html' title='Bridesmaid dresses.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S4M57ylEJEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s0tsMW2U3Sw/s72-c/bridesmaid+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8621537297965200658</id><published>2010-02-22T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:04:56.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S4KqTI4MzfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ICGZgq7VzXM/s1600-h/new+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S4KqTI4MzfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ICGZgq7VzXM/s320/new+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441098545594420722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure if i like this picture or not. Its from the summer of '09. I feel like I'm not as chubby anymore so maybe that's my only problem with it.. But i do like my dress.&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to David's Bridal to look for dresses for the wedding- should be interesting if Joanna doesn't pick out ugly colors.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i have another kidney doctor appointment, i wonder what he's gonna tell me.. Hopefully good news.&lt;br /&gt;Update's later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8621537297965200658?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8621537297965200658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8621537297965200658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8621537297965200658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S4KqTI4MzfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ICGZgq7VzXM/s72-c/new+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7137753027056501915</id><published>2010-02-16T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:08:59.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long lost days.</title><content type='html'>I have a kidney stone stuck in my bladder. I've gotten sonograms, and x-rays to make sure things are ok. Getting another x-ray tomorrow. They say i might go to the hospital to get tubes/stints going into my kidney to help the kidney stone to pass through. So I'm hoping everything goes as planned. I hope it doesn't hurt as much as the doctor says it will. &lt;br /&gt;Going back to school tomorrow, not really looking forward to it but i guess i had to one of these days. &lt;br /&gt;Valentines day was pretty nice, i got a card that described our relationship on point, and some chocolate. It was really thoughtful, i don't remember the last time i received a gift from a boyfriend. This one's a keeper. =]&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing is new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7137753027056501915?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7137753027056501915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-lost-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7137753027056501915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7137753027056501915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-lost-days.html' title='long lost days.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7457060234044128583</id><published>2010-02-13T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:38:46.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting here counting the hours.</title><content type='html'>So today was over all a really bad day except for 2 hours of it. Everything pretty much went wrong, and i felt like people were picking at my nerves. One thing after another kept happening, and i tried to blow it off.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my boyfriend today, or actually it would have been yesterday was nice. But i know today will be better. I'm almost tempted to pull an all nighter, but i have work tomorrow. Which is blowing me 'cause its valentines day tomorrow.. But oh well. I'm excited i guess. That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7457060234044128583?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7457060234044128583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/sitting-here-counting-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7457060234044128583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7457060234044128583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/sitting-here-counting-hours.html' title='Sitting here counting the hours.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1453376936440809682</id><published>2010-02-11T02:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:11:24.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be your official girl;;</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been boring. Seems like the snow is never going to end, and i need to get out of this house 'cause people are making me go crazy. I think in total about a little over 3 feet of snow has been put on gods green earth. The only good thing is no school and work; it's not like i was going to get paid anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I like when people read my blogger, but i don't like when they tell me they've read it. I guess its kinda awkward to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda hungry right now, i know that's fat of me but i haven't ate for 7 hours. I'm craving a ledo's pizza with just cheese and pineapple. Sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;My fever has been coming and going, it's annoying. I feel like I'm old because of all the hot flashes. I don't think the weather is really helping me either. But the doctor gave me some med's which are kinda working, so i guess i shouldn't complain. I have to get another sonogram again, for these kidney stones. Hopefully i don't have another bad experience like last time... "/&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting a new phone in a about a week. It's time for my update. Yes, its about time. I hate my phone, its not compatible for me at all. I can't text for shit, and my phone dies like 3 hours after i fully charge it. Blow me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how at night time all the shitty tv shows come on. What happened to tv? I bought this flat screen tv for my room for NOTHING. Basically. I feel like watching "I can do bad all by myself," that movie is good. Kinda could relate to it in a small way. I might have to watch it tomorrow; doubt I'll have anything else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;Got work this weekend, womp womp womp.&lt;br /&gt;Life is only getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And i love updating this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1453376936440809682?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1453376936440809682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-be-your-official-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1453376936440809682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sick and tired of the mess you made me,&lt;br /&gt;you're never gonna catch me cry.&lt;br /&gt;You must be blind if you can't see- &lt;br /&gt;you'll miss me till the day you die.&lt;br /&gt;Without me, you're nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-2751498071402106283?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2751498071402106283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-look-whos-all-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2751498071402106283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/2751498071402106283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-look-whos-all-alone.html' title='Now look who&apos;s all alone;;'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1590213780620864558</id><published>2010-02-03T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:39:21.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you believed in me when i didn't even believe in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1590213780620864558?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1590213780620864558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-believed-in-me-when-i-didnt-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1590213780620864558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1590213780620864558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-believed-in-me-when-i-didnt-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3840363809404883415</id><published>2010-02-03T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:11:22.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me know...</title><content type='html'>Everything turned into a lie, &lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised you still wanna be mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make any wrong decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Every time we talk i get sad,&lt;br /&gt;'cause of all that we could of had.&lt;br /&gt;I replay that song you were listening to.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts seem to be mixed up,&lt;br /&gt;but i think we could fix this up.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know how your heart is feeling today,&lt;br /&gt;'cause i feel like I'm peeling away.&lt;br /&gt;And i do love you, just in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how your heart is today,&lt;br /&gt;so we can fix this horrible feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3840363809404883415?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3840363809404883415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3840363809404883415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3840363809404883415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-know.html' title='Let me know...'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1088150719473393635</id><published>2010-02-02T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:52:24.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The angels cry.</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have walked away.&lt;br /&gt;I would've stayed if you said we could've made everything okay.&lt;br /&gt;But we just threw the blame back and forth, we treated love like a sport.&lt;br /&gt;The final blow hit so low, I'm still on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd be forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;You were serenity.&lt;br /&gt;You took away the bad days.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't always treat you right, but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I did something stupid and you still stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;But you can only go for so long doing the one you claim to love wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Before too much is enough you look up and find your love gone.&lt;br /&gt;Now every night I feel the angels cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1088150719473393635?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1088150719473393635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/angels-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1088150719473393635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1088150719473393635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/angels-cry.html' title='The angels cry.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-5846103402275621608</id><published>2010-02-01T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:32:35.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am from.</title><content type='html'>I am from Maryland&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from Silver Spring&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from that loud house…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the top of your quiet street.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a big family with two&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sisters that lead the way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a house full of animals-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can visit this zoo everyday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from Forest Knolls, SSI, and Northwood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from good grades and big brains.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from Montgomery County schools-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where people think they’re tough ‘cause they got busted for drugs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from spending the day at the mall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from the generation that can’t make a call.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from long days in front of the TV...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watching Rugrats with Tommy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from one-day trips to ocean city because our money situation was pity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from having a new best friend every week.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a mother who raised me Greek.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from the generation where people fight over the color of your nails.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from the crowded hallways where we walk as slow as snails.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a closet full of clothes with nothing to wear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a heart full of feelings that you cant seem to bare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a world full of trees with no money to spare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a life full of terrorists who put my country in scare. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from long night watching love movies, -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And remembering back when I would have said he have her cooties.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from days when girls rather skip school to have sex with their boyfriends,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And wonder how they got pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a mind full of goals that will lead me down the right path.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a generation that stinks and needs to take a bath.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a life that could make you laugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am from a boring life that needs to be lived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am from..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-5846103402275621608?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5846103402275621608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5846103402275621608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/5846103402275621608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-from.html' title='I am from.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6800530341230987671</id><published>2010-01-28T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:31:40.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay</title><content type='html'>Essay: Sex, Self-Respect, &amp;amp; Relationships&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sexuality and self-respect is a big issue for the teen generation today. In fact more young adults are having sex, STD’s are becoming more of an issue, and TV shows are modeling sexual experiences. Throughout this essay many examples and quotes will be presented to prove my point. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The first issue being addressed is more young adults are having sex before getting to know each other. In the novel “Act Like A Lady Think Like A Man,” written by Steve Harvey, he explains that respect and values have everything to do with this. For example his advice was the following “ Give it ninety days, and you can smoke all of that out of him, so that you can be sure that this guy is the right man for you.” (Harvey 151). He continued to go on and say, “The guy who is dating you just to get the benefits up front is going to be on his best behavior in the beginning, specifically so he can make you think he’s worthy.” (Harvey 151). If girls in this generation followed the ninety-day rule; less mistakes and regrets will occur, and you will have gotten to know the person before you give them everything you have. Another way he described this issue was men consider woman as either a sports fish or a keeper. Harvey described the sports fish as a girl that “doesn’t have any rules, requirements, respect for herself, or guidelines, and we men can pick up her scent from a mile away.”(Harvey 71). The less respect the girl has for herself the easier it will be for the guy to use her. A “keeper” is the exact opposite and never gives in easily. Young girls these days don’t have good role models and follow in foot steps that aren’t necessarily good for them, if more girls had role models that were good then we would all be keepers and have guidelines and morals. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sex is a big issue for the teen generation today, STD’s are becoming more of an issue because condoms aren’t being used correctly. According to a CNN Health article, “28 percent of men incorrectly believe they will get extra protection from wearing two condoms at once, a practice that actually leads to condom breakage.”(Landau). If more people knew the facts, and learned from sex education there would be less of a problem, less teen pregnancies, and STD’s spread. Continuing with research on this topic I read an article from the MTV website giving more examples of how STD’s are a big issue because of the lack of education and laziness. A former sex columnist Amber Madison from Tufts University said “I think most people use condoms most of the time, that’s still leaving a huge window of unprotected sex where you can get an STD.” Teens are becoming careless, thinking it won’t happen to them, and it’s usually at the back of their minds. If more advertising and help were available to the teen generation, there could be a difference in young people’s mindsets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The last point is TV shows are modeling sex experiences and teens are imitating them to fit in. According to The RAND Corporation’s study which was published in the Pediatrics journal “which surveyed 1,792 adolescents age 12-17 from across the country, found that young people who were often exposed to sex on TV were more likely to initiate intercourse and lose their virginity earlier than teens who were not exposed to sex on TV.”(Bialek). If teens would watch less reality shows, or use their brains before they imitate a TV show less people may regret losing their virginity. In the future, TV producers should limit who views their shows, and there should be a limit on how many sex based TV shows can be aired in one period of time. To help prevent STD’s and teen pregnancy the TV shows that are modeling sex can have a scene where instead of going right into the sex, they can show the guy putting a condom on. If someone on a TV show jumped off a cliff, most people will know better not to do the same thing. Parents can help by informing their teens that TV isn’t always the best thing to believe. According to Anna Bialek, the person who wrote the article titled “Fight for your rights: protect yourself,” she claims that “education may help young people resist the unrealistic ideals presented on TV and help them make better and more informed decisions.” Going to school and taking certain classes can help teens make better decisions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In conclusion, with all the support and education, there shouldn’t be an excuse for why sex and self-respect has been a big issue for the teen generation today. This issue can be avoidable, if teens and young adults thought about their actions before they do them. Have you ever wondered why teens resort to having sex at a young age? Research has proven that TV shows are part of the problem. If more people cared about their future and less stress was being put on the younger generation to “grow up,” a difference in the pregnancy rate would show. Young woman should set up guidelines for relationships, so sex wont be at the top of their lists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6800530341230987671?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6800530341230987671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6800530341230987671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6800530341230987671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/essay.html' title='Essay'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7030365108006450142</id><published>2010-01-27T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:43:23.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work pays off.</title><content type='html'>So, i wrote an essay for English about 2 weeks ago on what i thought the biggest issue for my generation was. I thought about it and had chosen sex and relationships. Come to find out i got a perfect grade on it.. so I'm thinking about posting it on my blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7030365108006450142?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7030365108006450142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-work-pays-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7030365108006450142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7030365108006450142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-work-pays-off.html' title='Hard work pays off.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6550262923061612276</id><published>2010-01-25T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:27:44.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo possibility..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S14ayWp1dUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tgAObCR9-VQ/s1600-h/butterfly_and_moon_tattoo+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S14ayWp1dUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tgAObCR9-VQ/s320/butterfly_and_moon_tattoo+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430807653032228162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6550262923061612276?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6550262923061612276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tattoo-possibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6550262923061612276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6550262923061612276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/tattoo-possibility.html' title='tattoo possibility..?'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/S14ayWp1dUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tgAObCR9-VQ/s72-c/butterfly_and_moon_tattoo+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3619165019143609797</id><published>2010-01-24T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:23:04.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you had it all for a pretty little while...</title><content type='html'>..and some how you made me smile when i was sad. You took a chance on a bruised and beaten' heart, and then you realized you wanted what you had. I guess I should be more like that.&lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful in her simple little ways..you don't look much like a man from where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should have been more like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3619165019143609797?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3619165019143609797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-had-it-all-for-pretty-little-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3619165019143609797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3619165019143609797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-had-it-all-for-pretty-little-while.html' title='you had it all for a pretty little while...'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-619590624909617403</id><published>2010-01-15T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:36:04.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water runs dry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9N9opF-PK5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9N9opF-PK5k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-619590624909617403?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/619590624909617403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/water-runs-dry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/619590624909617403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/619590624909617403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2010/01/water-runs-dry.html' title='Water runs dry.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6675488746498096330</id><published>2009-12-22T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:25:06.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was hard to find a brotha that was down for me, so I'm tellin' everybody let him be 'cause hes mine and I cant take no pigeons tryna take my baby. So I thought I had to let you know find someone that you can call your own 'cause now your walkin' in the danger zone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6675488746498096330?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6675488746498096330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-hard-to-find-brotha-that-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6675488746498096330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6675488746498096330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-hard-to-find-brotha-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-7455358508593803573</id><published>2009-12-22T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:14:53.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/SzEoji7vDWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m_tP2Cdeca8/s1600-h/ipod+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/SzEoji7vDWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m_tP2Cdeca8/s320/ipod+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418156417841302882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-7455358508593803573?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7455358508593803573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7455358508593803573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/7455358508593803573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/SzEoji7vDWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m_tP2Cdeca8/s72-c/ipod+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-8172184564225523064</id><published>2009-12-12T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:42:19.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-8172184564225523064?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8172184564225523064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8172184564225523064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/8172184564225523064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6362809244893715163</id><published>2009-12-04T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:38:54.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6362809244893715163?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6362809244893715163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-just-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6362809244893715163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6362809244893715163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-just-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-3579799679114907479</id><published>2009-12-01T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:39:38.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Masking a troubled soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-3579799679114907479?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3579799679114907479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/masking-troubled-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3579799679114907479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/3579799679114907479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/12/masking-troubled-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1692817023887438705</id><published>2009-11-30T17:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:08:17.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze,&lt;br /&gt;the golden sun is shining on my face.&lt;br /&gt;The tangled thoughts; I hear a mockingbird sing,&lt;br /&gt;this whole world really ain't that bad of place.&lt;br /&gt;There's no comprehending.&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to try to judge or explain.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have one burning question...&lt;br /&gt;Who told you life wasn't worth the fight?..&lt;br /&gt;They were wrong, they lied.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone, and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not like you to walk away in the middle of a song.&lt;br /&gt;Your beautiful song...&lt;br /&gt;Your absolutely beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Life is a song; don't end it, and don't walk away].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1692817023887438705?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1692817023887438705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-oak-trees-are-swaying-in-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1692817023887438705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1692817023887438705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-oak-trees-are-swaying-in-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-6667432539298249558</id><published>2009-11-30T17:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:50:18.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holdin' on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;She's holdin' on to the wheel, to the way he made her feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;To the shifter, to the memories, and every precious moment with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Like the left behind colors in the sky when the sun is gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;She's holdin' on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's that voicemail on her cell phone she don't dare erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;He ended with I love you, and she saves it just in case it might still be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;No she ain't through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;She's holdin' on to the past, to the last time he held her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;To the breath on his neck, and the three words she said&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;She's holdin' on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-6667432539298249558?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6667432539298249558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/holdin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6667432539298249558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/6667432539298249558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/holdin-on.html' title='Holdin&apos; on.'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-1051054937549011124</id><published>2009-11-24T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:52:53.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better leave now or you'll never know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tell me you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how one of your friends or family members&lt;br /&gt;tell you how much their boyfriend is fucking up...&lt;br /&gt;Lying, hiding things, and all that other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;You listen and you just think to yourself...&lt;br /&gt;damn I'm glad my boyfriend doesn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;So, after they are finished talking to your friend/family member...&lt;br /&gt;your thankful of your man, so you call him...&lt;br /&gt;But when you call him you cant find the words to say to explain how your feeling...&lt;br /&gt;You'll get frustrated...&lt;br /&gt;Which defeats the whole purpose of calling him in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is wrong with this picture...But damn.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my mind back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Hearing about other people's relationship problems makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just feel like i never talk to you anymore, and your always busy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/SwxHbJfFaQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UdhfRmAonFE/s1600/Picture+2110+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/SwxHbJfFaQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UdhfRmAonFE/s320/Picture+2110+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407775784293460226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;-- Old pic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-1051054937549011124?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1051054937549011124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-leave-now-or-youll-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1051054937549011124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/1051054937549011124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/better-leave-now-or-youll-never-know.html' title='Better leave now or you&apos;ll never know..'/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/SwxHbJfFaQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UdhfRmAonFE/s72-c/Picture+2110+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362248849797424126.post-4620126319441697488</id><published>2009-11-23T13:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:35:30.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How far do you wanna go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6362248849797424126-4620126319441697488?l=thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4620126319441697488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-far-do-you-wanna-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4620126319441697488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6362248849797424126/posts/default/4620126319441697488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofstacey.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-far-do-you-wanna-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Lynn Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17303622763975936063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q92yiaL6Fxw/TA6nmdLPTmI/AAAAAAAAARI/x5c-dYzFLR4/S220/flowers+004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
