<?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-1030712107357763216</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:55:41.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspberry Black</title><subtitle type='html'>Raspberry Black - Personal Blogging of the Life of Heather</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-7867990770639643791</id><published>2009-08-17T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:29:24.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponyo</title><content type='html'>For those who have seen Ponyo,   (This is entry will be public for a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No spoilers really if you haven't)&lt;br /&gt;When you watch the beginning of the movie and Fujimoto (Wizard) has his head down and holding a bubble of water, it crossed in my mind. &lt;strong&gt;OMG. Howl grew up xD&lt;/strong&gt;  Soo, that is what I thought about the rest of the movie. How that was Howl in an older form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are are the only pictures I could find to try to show what I mean. I wish I had the photo of him with his head down like I was trying to describe but this is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;: 0 see. Anyone else see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kpbs.media.clients.ellingtoncms.com/img/photos/2009/08/13/pon_108_t600.jpg?4326734cdb8e39baa3579048ef63ad7b451e7676"&gt;&lt;img alt="fujimoto" src="http://kpbs.media.clients.ellingtoncms.com/img/photos/2009/08/13/pon_108_t600.jpg?4326734cdb8e39baa3579048ef63ad7b451e7676" width="269" border="0" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 177px;" alt="howl" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/CicadaStar/Inside%20The%20Cosmic%20Cube/Howl/9BadHairDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030712107357763216-7867990770639643791?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/7867990770639643791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/ponyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/7867990770639643791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/7867990770639643791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/ponyo.html' title='Ponyo'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-4894886436089026856</id><published>2009-08-15T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:48:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on LJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://raspberryblack.livejournal.com/"&gt;RASPBERRYBLACK.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see I haven't been updating much here, check out my livejoural. I recently got addicted there. Add me if you like : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1030712107357763216-4894886436089026856?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/4894886436089026856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/4894886436089026856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/4894886436089026856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-posting.html' title='More on LJ'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-2159372127360339790</id><published>2009-08-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:06:59.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collector</title><content type='html'>Sooo, today my mom and I went to go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Collector&lt;/span&gt;. There were a few good parts of the movie, but in general it was pretty stupid. It's good if you're looking for some gore. Then it's awesome. But the plot isn't so great. Oh well, any who,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Guess who passed out halfway through the movie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't have time this morning to eat, I was busy doing my make-up. Glamor before Needs, baby. Anyway, I during the movie my head started to spin. And I realized. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold Shit, I'm going to pass out.&lt;/span&gt; I knew this feeling. I've had it a lot. I looked over at my mom and asked her if she still had the popcorn which I had denied wanting when the movie began. And told her I was going to pass out. She handed me it. But there was a problem. I was full. Or at least I felt like it. I felt like I couldn't eat anything because I was so full even though in reality I hadn't ate anything. I shoved a few pieces in my mouth, then realized I couldn't really eat it. I swallowed but couldn't put more in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I hear my mom calling my name in a hushed voice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heather.&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't see anything. Slowly, my vision crept back into view and I realized what had happened. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I passed out. &lt;/span&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my god, &lt;/span&gt;it was friggin' hot like tabasco sauce. I still felt really dizzy and disoriented. I looked at my mom and told her I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to get out of there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now.&lt;/span&gt; She told me it was a bad idea, that she didn't want me falling down the steps if I passed out again. She said she would go get me something, but I asked her not to leave me.  After a bit, I finally convinced her to let us go. That's when I looked over and saw the popcorn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, when I passed out, I dropped the popcorn. Awesome. I shoved the pieces off my lap and my purse and got up walking quickly down the steps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like hell I'm falling down them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to walk away, we were going to go get something to eat when that odd feeling stuck me. My head starting spinning again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuckk.&lt;/span&gt; This time I was standing. I hurried toward that bathroom. I remembered the big open space and the cool tiles inside. I ended up half running there in fear I'd pass out before I got in there. I laid down on the ground, the cool tiles against my burning skin felt amazing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I look like an idiot laying on the dirty floors? You bet.&lt;/span&gt; But in all honesty: Dirty Floors vs Passing Out. Dirty floors wins my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me not to get up and that she would bring back something to eat and something to drink. Like orange juice. Something with sugar. I ended up sitting up for a second to look at myself in the mirror after she left. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pale as a ghost.&lt;/span&gt; I laid back down, it felt nicer. My head spun less. A nice woman asked me if I was okay, I smiled and told her what had happened. We talked a bit, she decided to stay with me until my mom got back. She offered me some of her popcorn but I didn't want any. Needed something with sugar, not salt. Besides, I had just tried popcorn. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; work.&lt;/span&gt; My mom came back with a pretzel and some very sugary slushy. It was white, and I really wasn't paying attention to the taste. I just thought to myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; passing out again.&lt;/span&gt; Luckily, I didn't. We went back to the movie and watched the rest of it. Then made it home black-out free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030712107357763216-2159372127360339790?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/2159372127360339790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/collector.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/2159372127360339790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/2159372127360339790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/collector.html' title='The Collector'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-8294566924104458281</id><published>2009-08-07T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:13:06.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filth in the beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2ZRy71vivk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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/t2ZRy71vivk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030712107357763216-8294566924104458281?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/8294566924104458281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/filth-in-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/8294566924104458281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/8294566924104458281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/08/filth-in-beauty.html' title='filth in the beauty'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-564570243331501787</id><published>2009-07-27T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:38:10.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>craazy times</title><content type='html'>nyc is amazing. if you have never been there- go, now. not kidding. i wish i didn't have to come home. imta was great. we got to meet branden rickam from the show "make me a super model" i even got my picture with him, it's on my myspace if you want to see it. modeling was great. i got 10 callbacks. 5 in modeling and 5 in acting. one was a school in nyc for dramatic arts. though i don't think i could pay all that much. there was a deli next to the hotel where we ate &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt; they had sushi and all there so it was good. i loved the people there. everyone was gorgeous and so nice. hell, even the staff members at imta were pretty good looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz it up was fun, a dance. that got &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really hot&lt;/span&gt; and it was funny zack was showing people how to grind. what ever boy he grinds with is one hella lucky fella. there was a couple next to where me and my friends were dancing. they were totally having sex on the dance floor. okay, well, they had their clothes on, but coulda fooled me. the guy's face showed he was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last night there, kelly and i decided to ditch the awards ceremony (it was freakin' long and we knew we didn't win lol) so i dressed up in my new aldo high heels. my black skirt i've been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; for from h&amp;m and a v-neck shirt also from h&amp;m (i had a little h&amp;m shopping spree there, hello 3 story h&amp;m) anywho, we first went out to central park. we were getting check out by a lot of guys. then we decided we wanted &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; so when i was ordering the guy kept winking at me and kelly. after we got it he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;you two very cute. very gorgeous girls.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked away grinning, trying not to laugh. then we were heading back to the sheraton hotel when this guy, with one of the horse pulled carriages, stops us and was asked us if we wanted a ride. we said no thanks then he asked if we wanted to meet his horse. so i thought why not? so we got to pet the horse. then he says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;free ride for pretty girls&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we giggled and we're like "okay" and got in. it wasn't his carriage and his friend said sorry but that his horse was tired, so instead we talked. he asked us where we were from and all that. then he wanted to take a picture with us. he handed the phone to his friend saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i have no flash, but it's okay, these girls are already shining&lt;/blockquote&gt; then when we were getting off he kissed our hands and said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the hotel to find out the diner wasn't over so we decided to go back out. we went down toward times square but stopped in front of "planet hollywood" they were playing some pretty good dance music. kelly and i stopped on the side and we decided to dance a bit. then we moved more toward inside the store's doorway and this woman came over and was dancing with us. she was totally drunk off her rocker. we danced there while people were taking videos and pictures. some people would come dance with us for a few seconds. it took me a few songs to realize that right next to us they were selling obama condoms. yes, obama condoms. i thought to myself &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;great place to pick to dance at, heather.&lt;/span&gt; but it wasn't like i was leaving. eventually we had a ring of people around us watching, as if we were street performers. by that time, we had moved out to the middle of the sidewalk and people would stop to stare.  one asian guy came over to dance with us while the person with him took a photo. then a really, really hot guy with blonde hair came up to us and asked us why we weren't dancing in a club. we told him we were under-aged, and he asked how old. i said 16 and he took off running. like, legit running. then we say a boy in a black shirt walking around-- for 20 minutes. he kept walking back and forth. i was waiting for him to join us. he never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a boy in a white shirt that said "tell me if i'm sexy" came up to us. and i did tell him that he was sexy. hello, he was.  he just stood there at first and i asked him if he was going to dance or not. he said it was very entertaining to watch. i grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him to dance with me. instead he grabbed me by the neck and waist and pulled me into a kiss. of course, he was good looking so i let him. then it turned out into a grinding make-out session. after a little while he asked me if it would be okay for him to kiss my friend, kelly. i told him i didn't care. there were a few more people we danced with. like the guy selling obama condoms came over to me and he was dancing with me a bit, then said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i am selling condoms right now, but later we could go to a hotel and have some fun, you know.&lt;/blockquote&gt; i declined, i'm not that easy, sorry. dancing is one thing, sex is whole other kinda dance. so i told him no thanks. some other guy asked me too, i told him no as well. he was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; persistent about taking me and kelly to a hotel. he almost followed us back to ours. creepy guy. that was one crazy night. there are some details i am leaving out about the night, and if you really want to know you can talk to me about it on aim. but nyc was great. i would &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to go back there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030712107357763216-564570243331501787?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/564570243331501787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/craazy-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/564570243331501787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/564570243331501787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/craazy-times.html' title='craazy times'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-8770652097687587505</id><published>2009-07-19T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:17:56.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City that never sleeps</title><content type='html'>Off to the city that never sleeps. This willbe interesting. I will be in NYC from the 19th to the 26th. Check my myspacemobile photos for pictures of around the city. Mini mobile updates via photographs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030712107357763216-8770652097687587505?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/8770652097687587505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-that-never-sleeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/8770652097687587505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/8770652097687587505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-that-never-sleeps.html' title='City that never sleeps'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1030712107357763216.post-6933480979261394386</id><published>2009-07-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:55:41.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover smiles</title><content type='html'>the movie "the hangover" is awesome. its a movie that has you laughing the entire time, but it's not the stupid-stupid kind of movie. it has a few gross parts but other than that the movie was awesome. i saw it two days ago and we are actually going to see it now at 9:50. for the second time. but this time we are taking my aunt with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshy made my day :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think I saw you at red hot n boom!&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is badass to the max, you have the look of somebody who should be famous. either in modeling or a friggin awesome indie-electro band like ladytron.&lt;br /&gt;Thass all I gots to say :p&lt;br /&gt;Take care! (:                             &lt;/blockquote&gt;love comments like those, they always make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1030712107357763216-6933480979261394386?l=raspberryblack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/feeds/6933480979261394386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/hangover-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/6933480979261394386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1030712107357763216/posts/default/6933480979261394386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raspberryblack.blogspot.com/2009/07/hangover-smiles.html' title='hangover smiles'/><author><name>botankyandii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416854361894071496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WSM45I6hm9o/SlwB01sosKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HVfUQrwsXis/S220/whitejapanese.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
