<?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-19115303</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:21.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3.Confessions.of.a.Girl.&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19115303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272681613173104487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19115303.post-113237658853312792</id><published>2005-11-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T07:00:14.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3Yay!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Oh my goodness! Welcome to the new, awesome.. life of me! I mean, honestly, it's not that great.. But i am, so you will probably like it lol.&lt;br /&gt;   Yesterday I went to the mall with my sister and Felicia, my step-sis.. My sister and her friend went one way, Felicia and I went the other.&lt;br /&gt;    So we were in Zellers, and everytime I've been there, Ive seen this totally cute bra-- its an A32, but I can fit in it a bit..! I mean I know Im pretty flat, but Im getting there, and I didnt know it was an A32 until after. It seems like it fits me, though. I mean if I press on it, it hurts, because my boob is there, you know? So it barely fits me. So what? Atleast it does! And I'll have it for a while, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;   At Siblings(which I like.. rarely go to because the stuff is so cheap), Felicia and I saw these cute BabyPhat jackets. They were fifty bucks, so we ignored them, but we went in and checked out what they had this week.&lt;br /&gt;The awesome thing about Siblings, is that most of there stuff is cute and tight-fitting. I hate baggy clothes. I really do. So, when we were looking, there were these cute turtle-neck wool sweater-shirts. They were $12.99! I tried one on, a cream-ish coloured one, and it was really cute on me. So I bought it. And we tried it on with my bra, my boobs look really... nice! LOL! Aww.. My first awesome padded, cupped bra. I &lt;3 it! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;   I've been talking to this kid from Ohio, Dylan, on MSN.. He's totally cool and nice. We get along great, and we're almost exactly alike. Im so happy I met him. He's funny, too. I mean, my dad and everyone is always like, "oh dont talk to strangers" and all that-- and I am careful, I just seem to know him a lot. Hes 13, Im 11.. But he's totally cool. I honestly, don't think he's anyone else besides Dylan, the boy I met online.&lt;br /&gt;                                       So long! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;                                  Cassie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19115303-113237658853312792?l=confessions-of-a-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessions-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113237658853312792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19115303&amp;postID=113237658853312792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19115303/posts/default/113237658853312792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19115303/posts/default/113237658853312792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessions-of-a-girl.blogspot.com/2005/11/3yay3.html' title='&lt;3Yay!&lt;3'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272681613173104487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
