<?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-3047730</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:58:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake or Death</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes its pissy sometimes its not. sometimes its short others.its...um-alot. dont care if you read it dont care if you dont. just make the decision cause if you will i wont. HAH! see how bad a rhymer i am? sorry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-85030181</id><published>2002-11-24T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T17:34:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo! got a new kitten. his names Monty i think. cute as a button he is.haha well thats all really. i dont feel the need to fill this up with personal crap just to make me feel better. '-'&lt;br /&gt;:oD and at least i have a car. ta ta everyone&lt;br /&gt;*trips and falls down the backside of the bleachers* &lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/krazy4krycek/anubis.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-85030181?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/85030181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/85030181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85030181' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-81808382</id><published>2002-09-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T22:24:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand what i do,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just not like you.&lt;br /&gt;for people to have so many problems with me&lt;br /&gt;its gotta be something everyone sees&lt;br /&gt;i thought difference was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd be&lt;br /&gt;one of those people you often see&lt;br /&gt;with their head hung to their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-81808382?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/81808382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/81808382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81808382' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-80804731</id><published>2002-08-27T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T18:02:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Cats missing. Does it ever end??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-80804731?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/80804731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/80804731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80804731' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-80694274</id><published>2002-08-25T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T10:53:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom made me breakfast in bed this morning. it was the greatest thing thats happend all week. So todays sunday. i start school in two days, get my license in a week, etc. i'm kinda dreding it tho. getting my license and all. like it will make me mommas Big baby or something. I was a little bummed cause i wasted my entire sat. yesterday, my last sat of my summer that is. i love doing nothing and all i just dont like doing nothing on the computer it gets pretty old. (merow) kitty kitty.everyone done their summer reading?? thought so. Why procrastination? and why bad spelling. Did you know the baja men were together for 20 years before that dumb song came out? i find that kinda amuzing. like 6 albums or something. just kidna sums up sad case of the one hit wonders.&lt;br /&gt;   I feel like i always feel guilty for getting mad at things. the only things that really get to me is when people waste others time. my friend. seems like she always got some sort of problem with me. some sort of way to make me look and feel just bad about myself. she said she would be there for out v-ball scrimmage*sp*. we called her when we were going to go on and she was sleeping. i know she was sleeping the whole time because her dad had to ask her if she was going. if he had already "known" she wasnt going to come i doubt he would have woken her up. it just feels to me that alot of the times if it doesnt kill anyone and she gets something out of it. then its not a big deal to let people down. i might just be venting tho. or one time.my friends mom planned something fun to do for everyone else. ( bowling. god i love it) but 2 people out of 13 came. the others--? cause they didnt want to. there was no call to tell us they wernt comming. they wasted my time. i dunno if--if i'm just a pushover or easy like that. So in closing i'm leaving you with words from my three gods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are you alone? &lt;br /&gt;Wasting your time &lt;br /&gt;When you could be with me &lt;br /&gt;Wasting your time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a waste like you &lt;br /&gt;With nothing else to do &lt;br /&gt;May I waste your time, too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kate Cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-80694274?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/80694274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/80694274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80694274' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-79630725</id><published>2002-07-30T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T23:36:35.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the computer. i dont hate the people on the computer or the things that come along with it. i just began to realize that i was happier without it. and thats not to say i dont love talking to people. but i'm sick of the non-confrentation..if thats a word. i dunno. i took a trip up to holyoke. this little town in the middle of no where and i've never been as happy as i was up there. just the feeling that i get from the place makes me miss it so much i want to cry. yeah aaron the stars were incredible. i miss it. but i think i miss scott the most. i cant put it in words. it doesnt make sense but id do anything to see him again. to get a million hugs again. listen to him play. i was thinkin about spending my summer or senior year in holyoke. any advice? well then lets see. wish i had my license. i hung out with an old friend today and might with another old friend tomorrow. i think it will be fun. my cousins and i ( the ones from holyoke) are goin to north carolina this friday so i dunno if that will be fun or not. i hope so *also hope my brother doesnt come*! anywho. havent really been up to much then missin scott. i'll talk to yall later.&lt;br /&gt;and Scott---Youre grosser.&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;   Kater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-79630725?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/79630725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/79630725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79630725' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-79140606</id><published>2002-07-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T00:17:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys..its been a while. I'm a junior now. It kinda feels like i wrote in this yesterday. Almost a year since Sammy's gone. People dont know how much i miss her. I dont expect them too. i havent been out to visit her in a while. think what you want, she was my family. Maybe if i get some flowers i'll feel better. Anyway. i havent cried in a while so i guess you can say lifes treatin me good. funny how it stopped when school got out * strokes beard*I'm still worried tho. 'bout what people think. how to be a better person. Bout sara. Still dont really know what to do.i love her,yet everything i do seems to end up wrong and everythign i dont do. I feel like painting so if you have some suggestions id like to hear em. I think what i need is a good trip to the mountains at night. oh and a license/boyfriend would be nice. too bad. Anyway. you all should check out Mest. theyre good. i cant write much cause i have to get up early tommorow. try to get in shape.maybe. i doubt it. Good news tho! my bellybotton*bluurgyleyboutton* doesnt hurt no mo. so i'll be going now. i'll write more later. Toodle-oo&lt;br /&gt;Kate----*looks around* Krycek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-79140606?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/79140606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/79140606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79140606' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047730.post-3971256</id><published>2001-06-07T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T23:39:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylo, i'm Katie. my friend sara was doing one of these and i thought hey... why not? check hers out at www.synge1.blogspot.com. shes quite the interesting gal i'll tell you that much. well....i like greenday....yeah...all you greenday fans hello :) "and the cats caught in the dryer." well some things about me are that i live in colorado. Denver actually and although it's rather big i have decided that there is absolutly nothing to do here. so most of the time i sit at my computer. not that thats a very bad thing but its gotten to the point of where i've grown a very deep connection with this thing. i mean life without my computer would be like.... Speed 2 without keanu reeves...*rolls eyes* see how bad that is? wouldnt want another one of those would we. I lovvvvve Pepsi and i have a rat named Sammy. sammy is fat and 3 years old. she cant walk and just kinda sits there and eats but hey. shes family. * can you see the resemblance?* another thing would be that i cant spell for shit. so if your looking at a word like what...the fuck is she talking about.. just sound it out. you'll get it eventually. yeah i'm a pretty big X files fan. actually i'm more of a Nicholas lea fan but i guess it helps that he's in the X files.  basically so far my life has consisted of. when i was in 5th grade my mom was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. it wasnt that hard for me because i knew she would be ok but it was horribly hard on her. i just recently found out * from reading something she had written a long time ago* that it was harder on her then i had expected. i just cant imagine what she would wake up to. "i have Cancer." Cancer. its weird you know? and the fact that she was still able to be a mom bewilders me. i know i know she can be a little scary at first but i swear i couldnt ask for someone better.My brother was pretty hard on her. expecially since thats the year that he got his licence. It seemed as if the only thing he cared about at the time was his life. basically our family was going up in flames. but years passed and she finished her Kemo *sp* i hadnt seen her happier in a while. We moved into a bigger house and now i go to some very rich preppy fucked up school. its alllll about accedemics. but i dont give a shit about my grades. i dont think that grades make up who you are to other people. some of the smartest people i know are HUGE assholes...assholes. it just amazes me that some people dont care enough about other people that they can be complete assholes.well anyways i'll save my ranting for later. but yeah we had alot of shit going on and so recently my parents went on a trip. and i had broken the rules when they had gone and they found out and that messed thigns up so now i go to some psychologist and all who says i'm "mildly depressed" BAH HAHA yeah ok sure. i mean maybe so but who the hell is he to talk. mm speaking of talk i want to learn Russian.. does anyone know russian? pplleeaassee i wanna know it. and no..it has nothing to do with the fact that Krycek from the X files can speak it.....at all... well hmm i hope i didnt ramble but i dont really know what to say in these things. so i ask you....Cake or Death...? think about it... * tough answer ;-)*&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3047730-3971256?l=cakeordeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/3971256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3047730/posts/default/3971256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakeordeath.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3971256' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04134743277320007985</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>
