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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>What a LIFE</title><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>What a LIFE</title><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ff/b9d003aebe3036796369b0b12fe536_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>My mom</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary and to everyone who is reading,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now what a borning summer&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysleep.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="24"&gt; and I do not get my mom. I mean she thinks I'm a little kid. When we went to the moves and she told me to go to the bathroom baby face. It was so bad. My face was so red&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/11redface.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt;. Now I don't want to go back to the same moves. Now my mom will never leave my side. All I did is ask her if she will take me to the moves and now she is glued to me. Which I don't get? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                  By: WOW_not_the_best_life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/my_mom~2465218/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/my_mom~2465218/</link><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2007 20:27:50 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>title-2435904</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;hey
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/title~2435904/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/title~2435904/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 22:02:19 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>A ok day so far</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Dear Diary and everyone who is reading,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Today was okay not the best, but not the worst. Mom, David, Boo-boo, and I went to see are photos. Which was very (very) boring.&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_yawn.gif" border="0" alt="" width="19" height="16"&gt; I did get some Chickfilet&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;. Then we went to SuperTarget and I brought my IPod, then my mom took it way and said "I would like to talk to and I want you to hear me." What ever&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/grayupsetw.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="22"&gt;, but I did get cute new shorts&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;. I did get my IPod back when we got back in the car. Now I'm at home and just looking at everyone's blog (who let me see them). At 5 I got to babysit 3 kids which I hope will be fun&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/12neutral.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt;. But who knows right?&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/08wink.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt; Well the good thing is I will get pay $20&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-money-mouth.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;              From,&lt;br&gt;             WOW_not_the_best_life&lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/a_ok_day_so_far~2424408/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/a_ok_day_so_far~2424408/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 22:25:29 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>title-2420081</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary and every one that is reading,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well to was very bording. I was so bored,  I help my mom clean up the house with out being ask.  My mom was very scary and ask me if  I was okay. I didn't fill like cleaning any more so I went for a bike ride. I saw some god things, when I was happy boom it happen, I fell off my bike on to the street. But now the house looks good and my room was clean. My mom is cooking something I don't want to say. It look like it has eye-balls (raw). Now how gross is that. I'm not going to eat any of it. Lets just hope Player will eat and if don't I'm in trouble. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;                                            From,&lt;br&gt;                                          Wow_not_the _best_life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/title~2420081/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/09/title~2420081/</link><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:39:02 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>My step- dad</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Diary and everyone who is reading, &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I got to ask you something do you have a step-mom or step-dad? Do they boss you around &gt;:-[ when your real mom or dad are not there, because if they do welcome to my life? My step-dad well that is a diffent story I mean he was so nice to me then wen my got maried&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;:'(, he stared to be mean well not like beet me up mean, but make up these dum (and I mean very very dum) rules. I don't know why he is like this, he's just not fun anymore. Sometimes I fill like I don't no him anymore. But I got to live with him. Well it is a good thing that my mom is here right?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;From,&lt;br&gt;wow_not_the_best_life&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/my_step_dad~2414720/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://not-3-best-life.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/my_step_dad~2414720/</link><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2007 07:02:52 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>How should I Start</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Dear Diary and all who is reading,&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So what do I say first? Well i'm glad that school is out, but guess what i'm grounded in tell July, &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt="&gt;:-[" class="middle" border="0"&gt; all because I for got to take out the trash. I mean come on how dum is that. And guess what my best-best-friend Autumn makes plans with me but change it and with I hate her Melease&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. She is this girl that have eyes behide her devle horns. Autumn went to Melease's grandma house in tell July 20. Now i'm mad at Autumn. I mean I should be mad at Autumn right (I don't no). Do you know what else my boyfriend broke-up with me&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. He wasn't that fun any way or cute, so now all my friends and ex-boyfriend are gone some were else. I;m tring to get over him but it isn't that easy &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;. So if any girls or boy who as a broken heart i'm with you (and of you know how to help me get over him please tell me).&lt;br&gt;
                  From,&lt;br&gt;
                   Wow_not_the_best_life
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