<?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-2800008572348129656</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:26:01.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toast&amp;cupcakes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800008572348129656.post-8803185010644651613</id><published>2009-07-08T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:11:31.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dfmHJdTE62s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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today was just extra awkward. everything felt distinctly out of place. like when i took a shower, i could feel each drop hit me, and it'd be this incredibly surreal sensation. and then my eyes would end up focusing upon on these little details that i'd normally never pay all that much attention to, like that wet fibre of fabric precariously hanging on the edge of the shower curtain. i'd look at it, and then feel this sudden urge to remove it, because it just didn't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;and when i was walking through the hallway coming out of the shower, i'd hear music coming from one of the rooms in my house, and i'd get this sudden feeling like i should be remembering something today, since that music would jolt this weird feeling of nostalgia within me. i don't know, it was just kind of like this feeling that something really wasn't right. my clothes weren't right, my hair wasn't right, i wasn't in the right place. it's not necessarily a bad feeling. it's the fact that I can't place my finger as to how I feel this way that's getting to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-8388939166564955282?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8388939166564955282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=8388939166564955282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/8388939166564955282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/8388939166564955282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/07/awkwardness.html' title='AWKWARDNESS'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-2800598060814442353</id><published>2009-07-07T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:20:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SlNKw0RoTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FlZh7JT5dBI/s1600-h/Micheal_Jackson_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355706584400415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SlNKw0RoTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FlZh7JT5dBI/s200/Micheal_Jackson_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355706814425479042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SlNK-NL4N4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/btS-76ebscQ/s320/King_of_Pop_Michael_Jackson_by_D3STRUCTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rip michael. God bless. xxx&lt;br /&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/2800008572348129656-2800598060814442353?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/2800598060814442353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=2800598060814442353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/2800598060814442353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/2800598060814442353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-joseph-jackson.html' title='MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SlNKw0RoTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FlZh7JT5dBI/s72-c/Micheal_Jackson_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800008572348129656.post-6810298070327003957</id><published>2009-07-07T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:22:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>i had such high hopes when i started this blog that i would be posting all the time. that hasn't really been the case though. i feel as though either i have nothing good to say, or i will start something, only to stop and realize that it really isn't worth continuing. oh well. i will try to remedy that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-6810298070327003957?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6810298070327003957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=6810298070327003957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/6810298070327003957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/6810298070327003957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-1340894306595581193</id><published>2009-07-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:55:42.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDAS</title><content type='html'>It would be fair to say that United's capture of Toon misfit Michael Owen has stunned the football world, except that it wasn't a capture - the striker gave himself up. THE KOP WILL BE BAYING FOR HIS BLOOD COME MANUTD'S VISIT IN OCTOBER!!!..He'd better hope that he breaks his judas' leg before that time comes or otherwise he'll be booed out of Anfield the despisable little fraud!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-1340894306595581193?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/1340894306595581193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=1340894306595581193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/1340894306595581193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/1340894306595581193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/07/judas.html' title='JUDAS'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-8654270875882265763</id><published>2009-02-04T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:50:34.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMBLE</title><content type='html'>i admit, i love writing. i love sitting down and letting the words ramble out on to the screen - sometimes it doesn’t make sense and that often stresses me but it still doesn’t affect my love for it. i tend to try and write stories but i never finish. as a matter of fact i have a selection of opening pages to my stories that are just left with nothing to impact from. whether that’s just the lack of interest towards expanding or the fact i can’t always be bothered to sit and write so it makes sense, i don’t know. i’m probably betting on it being the second one.&lt;br /&gt;instinctively i think that’s why i started a blog. to be able to write about whatever i want - well, frankly it’s not always the case. i feel suppressed to say things, afraid they might poisonously leak on to the internet or whatever. yes, I’m being paranoid again - i can’t help it. you have to think these things through i guess. i don’t know, i might start some sort of blog-story were i write a section each week and people can input there opinions and perhaps give ideas. it sounds good but whether my commitments are up to it, i’m not so sure.i shall have to do yet more thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-8654270875882265763?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8654270875882265763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=8654270875882265763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/8654270875882265763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/8654270875882265763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/02/ramble.html' title='RAMBLE'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-4836490511207170544</id><published>2009-02-03T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:43:06.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP</title><content type='html'>isn't amazing how you can be in the crappest of moods and then outta no where, just one 4 minute piece of noise can automatically change your mood. yep i'm turning all philosophical and weird again but seriously. music is just amazing. the people that write music are even more amazing. i salute song writers. not mainstream people who get songs handed to them and have their voices later computerized. those people frustrate me, because they haven't got any real talent. they're not singers, they're &lt;em&gt;performers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've made you sit through an entire boring and pointless blog and for that i am truly sorry. my life has toned down a bit and i have nothing to blog about except stupid ideas that have popped up in my head that i will probably never even act on cos i have the memory of a fish and i think this sentence is starting to get a bit too long so maybe at some point i should end it with a full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to DesignDrawing &amp;amp; yes mishal,ROCHERbeancurd next monday,ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-4836490511207170544?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4836490511207170544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=4836490511207170544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/4836490511207170544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/4836490511207170544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap.html' title='CRAP'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-4625555964389833323</id><published>2009-02-02T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:11:49.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>margaritas</title><content type='html'>..do you have feelings of inadequacy? do you suffer from shyness? do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?..&lt;br /&gt;if you answered ..YES.. to any of these questions, ask your pharmacist or doctor about margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you’re ready and willing to do just about anything. you will notice the benefits of margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.&lt;br /&gt;shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. stop hiding and start living with margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;margaritas may not be right for everyone. women who are pregnant or nursing should not use margaritas. however, women who wouldn’t mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.&lt;br /&gt;side effects may include:+ dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration+ loss of motor control+ loss of clothing+ loss of money+ loss of virginity+ table dancing+ deadache+ dehydration+ dry mouth+ a strong desire to sing karaoke&lt;br /&gt;i hate when they advertise medicines with all those wack ass side effects, by the time they’re done with the list, i’m like, okay…NEVERMIND, now! lol Like the ones that’ll be like side effects may include, heart attack, seizures, blood clots, loss of vision, loss of hearing, migraines, constipation, diarrhea, loose booty syndrome, clamidia, aids, diabetes, locking of biles, hair loss, or may even be fatal. WTF!? (okay, so maybe I exaggerated a little), but I’m not risking my life for that crap! Eh emm, so…margaritas anyone? &lt;strong&gt;xoxo-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-4625555964389833323?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/4625555964389833323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=4625555964389833323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/4625555964389833323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/4625555964389833323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/02/margaritas.html' title='margaritas'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-9151947999231662054</id><published>2009-02-01T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:11:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>last night, I could not get to sleep. and just, overall lately i have been having troubles getting to sleep. other nights i would eventaully get to sleep, but not last night. it might have been because of the strong wind howling against my window, or the hard rain crashing upon the roof of my block. Me, i think it’s time for a new mattress. /laughs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-9151947999231662054?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/9151947999231662054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=9151947999231662054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/9151947999231662054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/9151947999231662054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-8445307057677121476</id><published>2009-01-31T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:19:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zooombies</title><content type='html'>Built This Way - Samantha Ronson&lt;br /&gt;i love this song, i can relate to it rather well. my love life? i haven’t really got one and you know that depresses me. i have many stories to tell, none that end that well or have even a hope of glimmer of something good happening to me. i’m one of these people that complains about no body ever liking her more then a friend yet i do nothing to encourage people to like me more then a friend. i’m there for people and for some reason people can confined in me, they trust me.my lack of confidence and understanding about this kills me and yet I fail to do anything about it. i just sit in hope and wait for something, for a movie-planned romance to start.FUCK, i watch too many movies.perhaps, i just need to be put on the right path. i just need some sort of confidence. i hate to admit it but when your walking along and you see couples EVERYWHERE it kind of, i don’t know, depresses me. i hate this.i think that may have been the first time i have opened myself up in my blog, ever. i don’t usually spill my heart out but i needed this out, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos,i think Left 4 Dead's cool. the guys enjoyed killing the zombies&amp;amp; i enjoyed watching that. &lt;strong&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-8445307057677121476?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/8445307057677121476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=8445307057677121476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/8445307057677121476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/8445307057677121476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/01/zooombies.html' title='zooombies'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-380431350296772903</id><published>2009-01-30T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:47:16.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESEMBLANCE</title><content type='html'>seriously is it just me or does chris martin and james morrison have a slight resemblance?I haven’t found the best pictures but if you watch james’ latest video, you make it real and coldplay’s videos you can see the resemblance shining through. i wonder if there related… they are both English after all.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113421935649346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SYMgl4ltokI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xEpnMkqCslw/s200/2hrcx3o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decide for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-380431350296772903?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/380431350296772903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=380431350296772903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/380431350296772903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/380431350296772903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/01/resemblance.html' title='RESEMBLANCE'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SYMgl4ltokI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xEpnMkqCslw/s72-c/2hrcx3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800008572348129656.post-6047168758067308356</id><published>2009-01-30T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:36:59.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO.23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JAMIE CARRA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-6047168758067308356?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6047168758067308356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=6047168758067308356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/6047168758067308356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/6047168758067308356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/01/no23.html' title='NO.23'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-7171364283240922389</id><published>2009-01-30T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:23:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bugs</title><content type='html'>i have decided that I feel like having a “you know what really bugs me” blog moment because let’s face there is a hell of a lot of things that bug me. like for instance the tacky and yet so cheesy, High School Musical or the very dreading Twilight blogs, layouts and whatever else the fan base can come up with. we get it, you like it.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided revision really is not my thing. I can’t do it very well, I haven’t got the concentration or patience to sit and re-learn everything that I’m actually suppose to know. It is awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-7171364283240922389?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7171364283240922389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=7171364283240922389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/7171364283240922389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/7171364283240922389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/01/bugs.html' title='bugs'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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-2800008572348129656.post-6203811711981884588</id><published>2009-01-29T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:14:24.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bionicman</title><content type='html'>I believe Michael Phelps is either bionic OR part fish. That dude swims like.. amazing, there’s something very fishy (HAHAHAHA, okay, I’m slightly drugged on ferrero rocher) about how good he is. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296625982489401234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SYFlRLJil5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t4MvO9wc5Kk/s200/f76ee1a61896fd5b4369e32fd07f48ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-6203811711981884588?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/6203811711981884588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=6203811711981884588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/6203811711981884588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/6203811711981884588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/01/bionicman.html' title='bionicman'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zQ-IFM6y2pI/SYFlRLJil5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/t4MvO9wc5Kk/s72-c/f76ee1a61896fd5b4369e32fd07f48ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800008572348129656.post-7999381119771372636</id><published>2009-01-29T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:01:19.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffability</title><content type='html'>seeing as I've restrained myself from adding anything to the ether so far, i decided it's about time for some ramblings.I could tell you about what I ate for breakfast but the likelihood is you're not to interested in my cereal.One of the main things that has kept me busy this holidays is a major clear out of my room...lordy lord i have an almighty amount of crap to get rid of and I have been doing my best to save it from the dump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm so in love with Gerrard. &lt;strong&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800008572348129656-7999381119771372636?l=toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/feeds/7999381119771372636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800008572348129656&amp;postID=7999381119771372636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/7999381119771372636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800008572348129656/posts/default/7999381119771372636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toiletpaperfart.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuffability_29.html' title='stuffability'/><author><name>drunken maze.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10712533936038262759</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></feed>
