<?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-3252688960419324460</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:39.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baba.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybaba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252688960419324460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybaba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ladybaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03214361390615810751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KyyAT2Qs-so/ShrzbSHB0eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xwkngnUhjuI/S220/n691989410_1671701_2834772.jpg'/></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-3252688960419324460.post-6093383497714662276</id><published>2009-05-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:34:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got strings tied to my ankles..</title><content type='html'>Well, I probably should be revising. But fuck it. Another day can't hurt (even though I know it will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept a diary for almost 8 years now, and I feel that I have to share my feelings for things out equally with pen and paper and now, this fabulous thing you call a blog.  These days I'm keeping my diary so I actually remember what I did with myself yesterday, my mind is that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3252688960419324460-6093383497714662276?l=ladybaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladybaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6093383497714662276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladybaba.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-strings-tied-to-my-ankles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252688960419324460/posts/default/6093383497714662276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3252688960419324460/posts/default/6093383497714662276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladybaba.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-strings-tied-to-my-ankles.html' title='I&apos;ve got strings tied to my ankles..'/><author><name>ladybaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03214361390615810751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KyyAT2Qs-so/ShrzbSHB0eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xwkngnUhjuI/S220/n691989410_1671701_2834772.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
