<?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-547896010521077629</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:24.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much drama!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-4104100218694919481</id><published>2009-04-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:37:26.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm at the end...I know I've made my plans but they couldn't happen fast enough. Thought I was done being treated this way...Boy was I wrong. Didn't think this is how it'd be. Did I do something? Did I not do something? I know I've tried but...I shouldn't have to be the one that always does!! It's not fair. I guess all in all this is the best...I just hope that I haven't already lost too much of myself. It's almost to the point where I just want to say I don't care. I can't say that though, not about everything. Maybe things here I can but somehow I feel that wouldn't be right. I don't know. Have I ever known? Was this all a mistake? Should I have not come? How was I to know? I'm glad I have a goal and I know I can do it. Would people or one oerson even notice that I'll be gone? Most likely not, a big part of me still gets hurt. I lived that my whole life and it's going to stop, come next month. I just need to focus on my goal. My brothers are what's important now. I need to get out of here so much, it's not funny. In time, all in time. Yeah, not soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-4104100218694919481?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4104100218694919481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=4104100218694919481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/4104100218694919481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/4104100218694919481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2009/04/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-8561370483567099981</id><published>2009-03-03T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:54:05.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;What to do when you miss some people that are very important to you? I've had some very rough times with my family, and I'm sorry to say that for some of them it's a lost cause. I don't like that fact and maybe that could change but not any time soon. However, there are a few of them that I miss so terribly. I can't talk to some of them I don't even know where some are and that just makes it worse. I don't like the fact that I'm so far away from them either. I hate it. I don't like hurting like this. I don't like choking up at the silliest things, or having things remind me of them. It hurts so much that sometimes I feel like I want to just curl up and not exist anymore. It makes me want to disappear and I know that that's not a good thing to feel but that's how I feel. I don't like it. What do you do? I love them with all my heart and I can't be with them. How is that fair? To any of us? I certainly wish I could answer these questions I have...I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-8561370483567099981?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8561370483567099981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=8561370483567099981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/8561370483567099981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/8561370483567099981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahh.html' title='Ahh...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-8369748886061138858</id><published>2009-02-16T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:12:55.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I've been feeling like this for a while now. I can't exactly pinpoint a reason why I feel like this. I am grateful that for the moment the dreams have stopped. Well, I haven't had one in a couple of days so...I am feeling a bit better, emotional wise. That's what was getting to me. Stress and everything else. Then there are times where I swear it's almost like I can't feel anything. That's the best explaination I can come up with. Blah. Such a great word. That's how I feel with stress and other moods that I know that I get into and it's annoying. I don't want to feel blah. I know it's not all the time but still I feel it at times and I shouldn't, should I? I'm liking where I am now but then there's nagging feeling I get and frankly, I can't seem to shake it. Why is that? This waiting ti getting to me too. I've been praying that I find something soon and now it's looking like I jsut might have something sooner than I thought. lol. Finally I'm able to make my lemonade. lol. Sometimes I never understood that phrase. lol. I believe I understand now. Ah well. Once I get back on my feet again, I'm sure I'll be ok. I just have to keep believing that and stay positive and it'll happen. Believe, stay positive, have faith, and pray. I can do those things. Those are good things to have in your life, especially at the bumps and turns that the journey of life takes you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-8369748886061138858?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8369748886061138858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=8369748886061138858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/8369748886061138858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/8369748886061138858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-53040077333366895</id><published>2009-02-14T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:24:02.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ahh what to do when you feel like you are'nt even there? How do you go about making yourself be there? Emotional exhaustion is what I'm blaming this on. I think you would too if you were in my shoes. lol. I finally have a job, yay me! I star on Friday. That's good, don't know how much I'll be working but it's better than nothing. We'll see, they want me caught up pretty quickly so we'll see how it goes. Very similar to one of my other jobs in the past, don't think there will be a problem. Maybe that's what I need to be seen. Almost at the giving up stage and I'm determined not to get there. I don't know...could be just me. I feel out of place. Like I'm here but I'm also elsewhere. I can't say which part of me is where all I know is that's how I feel. I just feel so numb lately and I'm not sure why. I just don't know. I don't what I feel anymore. I'm surprised I'm able to get out of bed and get ready for the day. Walking for a bit helps, somewhat. Writing, listening to music hasn't been helping in the same way like it used to. Reading, HA! I've been praying more and more but...I can't see it. It's like I'm blinded by something. Like an ecilpse that blocking my vision. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Maybe all of htis was a mistake...was it? Is it? How can I tell for sure? Then to find out something that you didn't know for years...well that's just the icing. It's nice knowing now but what do I do with it now? If only I had known all those years ago...I don't know anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-53040077333366895?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/53040077333366895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=53040077333366895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/53040077333366895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/53040077333366895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/help.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-3931797685890813848</id><published>2009-02-03T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:10:33.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Where to begin? A part of me is content where I am now and the other is wandering about with just this look os sadness, confusion, lost, out of place look on it's face. I adapted here much more quickly than I did before in September. How can this be? I can't explain it...I almost with I could it all out and just pick and be done with it but I know I can't do that. If only it were possible but then where would that take me...so many questions and no answers. It's all so bewildering that it seems that I can't get a grip on it. Then other times I feel almost at peace, isn't that weird? Ah well, such is my life at this moment. I've got to keep my faith though because if I lose that then I don't know where I'll be. Got to stay strong and I'll make it through this. What's that phrase? Um...ah, "This too shall pass", and it will I just need to give it time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-3931797685890813848?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3931797685890813848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=3931797685890813848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/3931797685890813848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/3931797685890813848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2009/02/confusing.html' title='Confusing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-7552080781888236072</id><published>2009-01-25T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:21:19.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So much and not enough room! lol. These dreams are starting to wear on me, started having them a couple of weeks ago or so. They are so terrible. After each one I wake up in tears. Sometimes I'm not sure where I am...and some of them are so terrible that most nights I'm afraid to go to sleep. Maybe going for that walk will help tonight. I'm so hoping. But you know, a whole new adventure begins for me tomorrow and maybe that's exactly what I need right now. Maybe I just have too much now...I don't know. We'll soon find out. lol. Could be just homesick too, I suppose. I don't know. I know there are so many loved ones that are helping me through this. I am so grateful for that because there was a time when I was alone. I thank the Creator each day for the loved ones I do have now with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-7552080781888236072?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7552080781888236072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=7552080781888236072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/7552080781888236072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/7552080781888236072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-now.html' title='Life Now'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-8550764359861126382</id><published>2008-12-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:30:42.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;What do you do when you can't the ones you love? What if you weren't able to speak to them? If you couldn't tell your brothers and sisters that you love them...what would you do? How can you deal with something like this? How can you bear it? And be far away from them as well. My head knows that they know I love them but how do I tell my heart? How do I make it stop hurting? It pains me each time I see something that reminds me of them. Or if I see kids that look just like them, see something that they're interested in, something they'd like. I wonder if this pain will ever lessen or can it only get worse? Do they understand? Have they forgiven me? Do they hate me? Will I ever know? Questions and no answers.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-8550764359861126382?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/8550764359861126382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=8550764359861126382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/8550764359861126382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/8550764359861126382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-you-do-when-you-cant-ones-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-5453954888352218707</id><published>2008-11-12T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:05:00.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...So much work, huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So much work there is to life, who would've thought. It's incredible what talking can do lol! Amazing really. Drama once again but it calmed down and was still confusing and frustrating yet, I wish I had an explaination for that lol!! I guess that's something I have to figure out for myself...hopefully I have some help along the way..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-5453954888352218707?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/5453954888352218707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=5453954888352218707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/5453954888352218707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/5453954888352218707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifeso-much-work-huh.html' title='Life...So much work, huh?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-1935381175766892948</id><published>2008-11-05T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:12:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anixous, excited, happy, and satisfied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who knew work could be all these things and more? Today I helped a partically blind girl shop. It was amazing!!! I held the items out for her to feel, she took my arm when I offered it. We went around the store (The Disney Store) like this for almost two hours this afternoon. Now this is already a fun place to shop, mind you, and she told me the two things she liked and off we went in search of them!! Lol. Ariel and Tinkerbell were our mission, in this long and fun process we managed to find three t-shirts for her, (Tinkerbell) and a pillow which was Ariel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:AtomicElement&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;   Afterwards, I felt like I had accomplished something major!! It made me feel better about things, well at least some things. I also started my Christmas shopping. Just a little something for kinda like another niece. Issy's four and loves dogs, so I got her this tin with 101 Dalmations on it. I was also able to find something for my boyfriend's birthday!!! Finally after like a month and a half of racking my brain trying to figure out what to get him, I found something!!!! YAY for me!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I saw and felt amazing today, something was telling me that I'll be okay. So will everything else. I can grieve and I will. Still not too sure if I'll be able to stop but maybe I won't be crying myself to sleep anymore......wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-1935381175766892948?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1935381175766892948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=1935381175766892948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/1935381175766892948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/1935381175766892948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/anixous-excited-happy-and-satisfied.html' title='Anixous, excited, happy, and satisfied!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-547896010521077629.post-1928252228195366364</id><published>2008-11-01T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:11:31.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why must there be so much drama? I feel like all of my energy has been drained from me. Yesterday I found out an ex co-worker and friend died in a car accident between 2-3 weeks ago!! Then wake up this morning to find another one of my friends lost her twin babies 2 weeks ago!! Add that to my already fixed drama....I can't. Is it possible to feel empty? To not be able to feel anything? I'm afraid to cry. I know I won't be able to stop if I start. Why must life come with so much pain? I never understood that part of it. I've seen and felt so much of it, I almost thought mybe I wouldn't for a while. A mistake. I know that I have to grieve and I will. Will I be able to stop tho is the question...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/547896010521077629-1928252228195366364?l=jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1928252228195366364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=547896010521077629&amp;postID=1928252228195366364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/1928252228195366364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/547896010521077629/posts/default/1928252228195366364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jen-somuchdrama.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-must-there-be-so-much-drama-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00945848654245040402</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
