<?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-6432313781884687960</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:22:55.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KRISTIN</title><subtitle type='html'>nocturnal journal BABAAAY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-3369977276504164287</id><published>2012-01-23T05:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:03:45.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was odd, odder than usual. It started out typically.. working, the same old work grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreading waking up, almost over-sleeping, and then throwing on the same old bra in hopes that it'll hold my tits up for the day... just trying to make a cent while hopefully not spending it.. you know, same old shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the day got progressively weirder as it went on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after work; when I got home, in the back of my head I was questioning-&lt;br /&gt;"did i complete everything I needed to do, did i disappoint anyone, was everything clean, are my co-workers okay?" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those thoughts slowly, but surely drifted away while I was home with a cigarette in my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While puffing the sweetness of an after work smoke I slowly peeled my drenched with sweat/insecurity socks off my feet and threw them into the abyss of my room!!!!!!!... "good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; nothing seemed to matter anymore, and that's when I got the brilliant idea of leaving my house.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So brilliant at first, but then once you do it you have to prepare yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-3369977276504164287?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3369977276504164287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-was-odd-odder-than-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3369977276504164287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3369977276504164287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-was-odd-odder-than-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-6847872781858018417</id><published>2011-02-12T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:42:21.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>real talk</title><content type='html'>sleeping over somebody's house always seems like a good idea.. til 3am rolls around and you realize you have to take a huge shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-6847872781858018417?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6847872781858018417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/6847872781858018417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/6847872781858018417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-talk.html' title='real talk'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-6143148154201737281</id><published>2009-07-06T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:47:09.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so say something happens and then you have a result of some sort that is untypical but isnt necessarily bad, what does one do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have rabies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-5048730097340431102</id><published>2009-04-10T02:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:21:07.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking logically here. So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to move my furniture around; to totally REFLECT the life style in which i use it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to measure things, but I got a good eye for that stuff- and by good eye, I mean SUPER EYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll be thinking logically, then solving. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-5048730097340431102?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5048730097340431102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-thinking-logically-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/5048730097340431102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/5048730097340431102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-thinking-logically-here.html' title=''/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-8309022581697159299</id><published>2009-04-10T02:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:16:02.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dudue so fucking man man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my computer was more COMPUTERY and  by computery i mean more computer efficient and by computer efficient i mean i wish i could.......................................................&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;upload cdssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah so yeah im making tshirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im smashing tvs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im making t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say of what though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST INCASE...  SOMEONE.... steals my one-of-a-kind............ TSHIRT IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 ideas, but i'm more fond of one............................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-8309022581697159299?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8309022581697159299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dudue-so-fucking-man-man-i-wish-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/8309022581697159299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/8309022581697159299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/04/dudue-so-fucking-man-man-i-wish-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-3923580527394401181</id><published>2009-01-18T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:43:55.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, soOOoO I haven't slept yet, can't. It's impossible at this point. When 5pm rolls around I'll be a little on the dead side but I'll survive. Plans plans plans yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Nick, and Alex's apartment. Got some people to talk to, things to do, places to see, bathrooms to use, kitchens to open cabinents in, doorways to stand in.. you know. Standing. I may sit, but let's get real right now... a party isnt a party if youre sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it snowed EH?? yes, I cleaned my car already. WITH A BROOM....... 09 BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally in the mood for a bagel. TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that shit, I should clean my room. My dad keeps saying "clean your room" BUT if you knew how I said it you would know how it was meant to be heard. The internet YOOOOOo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-3923580527394401181?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3923580527394401181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-sooooo-i-havent-slept-yet-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3923580527394401181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3923580527394401181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/alright-sooooo-i-havent-slept-yet-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-1587115046846260671</id><published>2009-01-16T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:00:55.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jay manuel</title><content type='html'>Okay so sometimes, AS YOU MAY, OR MAY NOT KNOW, I don't sleep at night and accomplish things in the morning that I wouldn't do if I ended up sleeping. SO I went to Savers, they open at 9. I got there like on the dot because I didn't feel like sitting in a chair anymore. BUT I DID SEE SOME GOOD TV BEFORE I LEFT, THATS FOR SURE. OMG fashion police, oh those gay men on E! make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sO I went to S dawgs, LOOKED FOREVER, FAILED FOREVER. Tried on some shit, said yo fuck it my face is itchy bla bla BUT TRUST ME I DID NOT LEAVE EMPTY HANDED .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah YEAH YEAH!!!!1 why am i so itchyyyyyyyyyyyy ???????????&lt;br /&gt;my FACE MY FACE I just washed MY FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/Jay%20Manuel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-1587115046846260671?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1587115046846260671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/jay-emanuel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/1587115046846260671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/1587115046846260671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/jay-emanuel.html' title='jay manuel'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-488355915437492235</id><published>2009-01-16T03:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:07:29.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/blogs/sartorialist/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/9128brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/blogs/sartorialist/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/9128brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/blogs/sartorialist/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/9298greywht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/blogs/sartorialist/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/9298greywht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Futuristic black man outside a fashion show........ WEARING HEELS? carazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/STRPOkRm9AI/AAAAAAAAW7w/xWu814e0bSA/s400/Hardcore_Pokemon_Fan_Ever_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/STRPOkRm9AI/AAAAAAAAW7w/xWu814e0bSA/s400/Hardcore_Pokemon_Fan_Ever_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; super intense pokemon fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/STaVhYnKjxI/AAAAAAAAXB4/-JPfyttoEmc/s400/aaron-fotheringham6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheel chair bmxing - CRAZY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-488355915437492235?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/488355915437492235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/yah-ahaha-sweet-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/488355915437492235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/488355915437492235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/yah-ahaha-sweet-pics.html' title='sweet pics'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/STRPOkRm9AI/AAAAAAAAW7w/xWu814e0bSA/s72-c/Hardcore_Pokemon_Fan_Ever_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-670692638454276056</id><published>2009-01-15T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:24:05.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HAMBURGER BED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW9vuPky72I/AAAAAAAAf1U/pPqkUDIQ0Vw/s400/burger-bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW9vuPky72I/AAAAAAAAf1U/pPqkUDIQ0Vw/s400/burger-bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW9vtrpNLoI/AAAAAAAAf1E/ivxICsqhaec/s400/burger-bed-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW9vtrpNLoI/AAAAAAAAf1E/ivxICsqhaec/s400/burger-bed-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-670692638454276056?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/670692638454276056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/hamburger-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/670692638454276056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/670692638454276056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/hamburger-bed.html' title='THE HAMBURGER BED'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW9vuPky72I/AAAAAAAAf1U/pPqkUDIQ0Vw/s72-c/burger-bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-3490999294382987211</id><published>2009-01-15T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:29:39.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keep hydrated</title><content type='html'>This weekend should be sweet.. that is, if I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super duper Christina Lundy birthday weekend. Friday- party action, Saturday - dinner action, HOWEVER I think I may do something else eh eh . YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT CHRISTINA IF U READ THIS WHICH I DON'T THINK U DO. HA ! I still haven't replied yet to the email though. NEED TO GET ON THAT! and Sunday is another party action, at Nick, and Alex's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous!!!!!!!! I need like a million dollars for the weekend and I need to go to savers today, but it's ass-shittingly snowwy out. I hate snow. BUT i need to buy that girl a cutie present . OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a show on the history channel about drugs. E LOOKS SWEET!! HAHAA&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 463px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW-AljW16II/AAAAAAAAf2k/TL08e0bJEEo/s400/Best-Photos-2008-Spiegel-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO THIS PIC IS COOL, so intense!  A BUM'S DREAM COME TRUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-3490999294382987211?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3490999294382987211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-hydrated.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3490999294382987211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3490999294382987211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-hydrated.html' title='keep hydrated'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SW-AljW16II/AAAAAAAAf2k/TL08e0bJEEo/s72-c/Best-Photos-2008-Spiegel-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-207002085425432281</id><published>2009-01-12T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:02:54.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I liked the pizza very much</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to leave my house. I got coffee, which is basically the building block of my day. Either I don't get coffee, and I go back to sleep, or I get coffee, and I go somewhere and stay awake. I've been sleeping quite a lot lately, it's because I have nothing better to do, and I've been feeling a little on the sick side.. I've  been having strange dreams, I think it's because I was taking medication, but then ran out of it... so my mind has been being strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I had pizza and I shoved it in my face. It was greasier than I would have liked, but let's be honest, greasy is good. Thats why I like KFC. Their chicken is always super wet and greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good pizza though, thats for sure. i may go buy some more food though. I found $4 in my pocket today. I smiled a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-207002085425432281?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/207002085425432281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-liked-pizza-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/207002085425432281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/207002085425432281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-liked-pizza-very-much.html' title='I liked the pizza very much'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6432313781884687960.post-3528868967802905279</id><published>2009-01-12T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:29:28.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whack</title><content type='html'>Blogging....... yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty bad I must say. Thursday was a nightmare, I was getting very anxious. I made plans to go into Manhattan at around 7, ended up leaving at 11.. long story. I met up with Evan at around 12:30-1, and the fun had been over. I think the fun always ends for Evan as soon as I get there... hey at least he has someone to take his anger out on, right? anyways, I ended up over spending my money on drinks and bla blabla, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, the night started off well. Saw a couple of my friends, went to webster hall, danced, drank.. I got in for free, because I made friends with the bouncers. Good shit, at the very end though an egomaniac of a tranny spit in my face. Ha, never tell a myspace-fame tranny you don't know who they are, because they get very offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone, started walking to Nick's, turned around, decided to walk to Evan's.. made friends with this guy, and he paid for my cab, in all $2 bills. Thanks dude! I will never see him again, which is what he kept saying but you know it was VERY nice of him.  Maybe I'll be on craigslist missed connections or something hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Evan's, he yelled at me a lot. Max and Evan are the worst. YOUR BOYFRIEND AND BEST FRIEND CANT BE FRIENDS. It just doesnt work like that, they arent supposed to tell eachother things that I specifically only tell one of them... so thats not working out. Whatever. I'm in Syosset now. Crankkkkkky. I just ate ice cream, it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6432313781884687960-3528868967802905279?l=kristinkoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3528868967802905279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/whack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3528868967802905279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6432313781884687960/posts/default/3528868967802905279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinkoz.blogspot.com/2009/01/whack.html' title='whack'/><author><name>kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16338048277302854583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G13evLomrBc/SWsJTEhJhuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ftB6VpBHPJo/S220/eeeeeeeee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
