<?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-3692301</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:13:45.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the world was only the beginning.</title><subtitle type='html'>Guaranteed to have all of the nonsensical teen anger, ansgt, confusion, and silliness that makes you watch the WB!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angrychicken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angrychicken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16642979744168689315</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-3692301.post-80002971</id><published>2002-08-08T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T16:45:23.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone else look back on their life and see nothing but a long, sad littering of random mistakes? I hope so, cause this is one lonely boat I'm in. Maybe I've just got overly sensitive morals. And maybe they decide to leave me at the time where I need them most. Maybe. Oh fuck it, thats getting weird....Its just that sometimes I feel like I'm a machine thats only recognizes flaws. I think I've got a deity complex.&lt;br /&gt;...Deity Complex...That would make a good band name...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...whats it matter. I can never seem to find anyone to make a band with. I seem to repell anyone who would be interested. Gaaaaahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This blog seems to be doing more harm than good. I just see all the people who are in bands, be they rockstars or local punk kids, and want what they have so bad. They have an invitation from people that says: "I want to hear what you say. I want to know what you created. Grab me by the fucking hair and rock this house!!!"&lt;br /&gt;It sounds cheesy, but you know its true. C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;O well. Maybe something will turn up eventually. (O God I hope!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the end for know sportsfans. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;~Stitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692301-80002971?l=angrychicken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692301/posts/default/80002971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692301/posts/default/80002971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angrychicken.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#80002971' title=''/><author><name>Neal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16642979744168689315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
