<?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-2145505079948411427</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:54:48.697-05:00</updated><category term='ue'/><title type='text'>Stoner Corps</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145505079948411427.post-1971289268184718259</id><published>2009-10-28T00:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:09:49.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Why didn't I see this sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VnSpz3d_C0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/6VnSpz3d_C0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of October:&lt;br /&gt;Times I've been high: not nearly enough&lt;br /&gt;Times I have been drunk: not nearly enough&lt;br /&gt;Times my breasts have been fondled: not nearly enough&lt;br /&gt;Times my ass has been spanked/grabbed: about 30&lt;br /&gt;Dates I have gone on: 5&lt;br /&gt;Times my hair has been set on fire: THIS SHOULD BE ZERO BUT IT'S NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-1971289268184718259?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/1971289268184718259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/1971289268184718259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-3129053824485873262</id><published>2009-09-12T15:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:23:59.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Scripture</title><content type='html'>I, like Princess Riya, do not feel righteous enough to align myself with any one religious power. I see a bit of greatness in all of them. The other day we were talking about how much we LOVE getting little tiny bible scriptures from yellers on the train.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we have a little bit of faith we'd like to share today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures from the 31 page hand-bible of the Stoner Corps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Man shall not live by &lt;s&gt;bread&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BUD &lt;/span&gt;alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;." (McGiya, 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the wage of &lt;s&gt;sin&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;douchebaggery &lt;/span&gt;is death; but the gift of &lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riya &lt;/span&gt; is &lt;s&gt;eternal life&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BUD&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;s&gt;Jesus&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C.J." (Mc Giya, 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;God&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Riya &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;s&gt;angry&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chillen &lt;/span&gt;with the wicked." (McGiya, 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C.J.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;died&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smoked &lt;/span&gt;for our sins." (McGiya, 22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Stoner Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Riya be merciful to me a &lt;s&gt;sinner!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smoker&lt;/span&gt;! I believe C.J. &lt;s&gt;died&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smoked&lt;/span&gt; for me and that his precious &lt;s&gt;blood&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BUD &lt;/span&gt;will cleanse me from all &lt;s&gt;sin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stress&lt;/span&gt;. By &lt;s&gt;faith&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;I now receive &lt;s&gt;the Lord Jesus Christ&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE &lt;/span&gt;into my heart as my friend."(McGiya, 26-27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the time of day, friend. We hope you will accept our bible  as the pinnacle of righteous love that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love and Peace&lt;br /&gt;C.J. Burn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-3129053824485873262?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3129053824485873262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3129053824485873262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-scripture.html' title='The Great Scripture'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-3953130161390838895</id><published>2009-09-01T22:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:16:54.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This video says a lot about me</title><content type='html'>So this video was supposed to be mouthing what I was saying. Clearly, it did not work out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJmkbjiwyW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/TJmkbjiwyW8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-3953130161390838895?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3953130161390838895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3953130161390838895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-video-says-lot-about-me.html' title='This video says a lot about me'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-7628182483328037815</id><published>2009-08-22T01:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:37:32.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO YA'LL HAVE TO GET ME STARTED?</title><content type='html'>I don't do religion. There I said it.  Some call me Wiccan because of  certain things I say or do but even then, I don't say yes this is my firm belief and I'm sticking to it. If I'm going to follow a religion or a way of life, I'm going to do it with conviction. I'm going to do it righteously, with honor and respect. So here you go people: I AM NOT MUSLIM. I refuse to disrespect any religion by being a part-time affiliate.  I refuse to be one of those people that wears a head-scarf and fasts but also drinks, curses, and gives head. It doesn't work that way. I do not believe that it's okay to fuck up 11 months out of the year and then during Ramadan decide to start going to the mosque and being a good Muslim. That's not how it works. Yes, there are hadiths saying that your sins will be forgiven, but you realize they're being forgiven with the promise that you will not repeat your mistakes? If you can do that and live like that, more power to you. I'm not going to hold your practices against you. But don't you dare judge me for mine. I live and let live. I have nothing against anybody. Not Jews, Muslims, Christians, hookers, pimps, little people. I don't really care enough to hate or judge anyone. I may not be the best person. I may smoke too much pot and have lots of sex, but at least I'm not a hypocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-7628182483328037815?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/7628182483328037815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/7628182483328037815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-yall-have-to-get-me-started.html' title='WHY DO YA&apos;LL HAVE TO GET ME STARTED?'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-6913224713176968934</id><published>2009-08-20T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:17:29.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote a Song for You</title><content type='html'>Link to music in title*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my attention today that my past scares people. According to Stefan my past is extreme, therefore I am extreme and so, I am too much for many men to handle. But here's the thing, I'm just a person and they're just people. We all have pasts and if we can't look at who we are today and relate to one another in our humanity and our mortality then what the fuck are we doing? Yes I have a strange and bizarre past. Yes I understand not everyone can handle it. But look at me NOW. I'm just a girl who wants someone to hold her hand. I just want passion in the bedroom (or in the kitchen, or the couch or whatever) and someone to exist with. I don't want anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want your drugs, money, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. I want you to hug me. I want you to hold my hand while we're walking down the street. I want you to laugh with me. I don't want to be some guy's sexual experiment or anybody's fuck buddy. I'm not saying that I'm perfect or that I have even the slightest clue as to what I'm doing right now. I know I still have issues. I'm sorry if I'm not bright and shiny. I have a fear of rejection. I have daddy issues and abandonment issues. So when I say hold my hand I mean it both figuratively and literally. If you don't I'll feel like it's me. That it somehow means that I'm not good enough. Is that my past, squirming its way into my present? Maybe. But, that's who I am. But someone amazing once said "If you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best" And trust me, you want to know me at my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-6913224713176968934?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMgP_R4gYnU' title='I Wrote a Song for You'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/6913224713176968934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/6913224713176968934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wrote-song-for-you.html' title='I Wrote a Song for You'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-6605313988967147099</id><published>2009-08-18T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:20:32.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ue'/><title type='text'>AAAAH</title><content type='html'>IT'S HOT AS CHLAMYDIA OUTSIDE!!! I smoked a nice blunt with my man skeez. Walked along queens blvd stoned as hell ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy. I feel even better knowing that across the water, in the city, CJ Burn is also getting hiiiiigh =] &lt;3 love my best fraan ceej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Weed Wizard. I am merely the Pot Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-6605313988967147099?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/6605313988967147099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/6605313988967147099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaah.html' title='AAAAH'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-6241173140418014321</id><published>2009-08-11T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:45:26.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE</title><content type='html'>Everybody needs at least one of those shirts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science &amp;amp; Marijuana. what else is there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Princess Riya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-6241173140418014321?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cotygonzales.com/2009/08/11/101-t-shirts-for-scientists-science-geeks-and-nerds/' title='SCIENCE'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/6241173140418014321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/6241173140418014321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/science.html' title='SCIENCE'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-8091472835706996038</id><published>2009-07-28T13:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:50:10.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>101 songs that have saved my life (inspired by Peyton)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictures of You- The Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Confess- Tegan&amp;amp;Sara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swans- Unkle Bob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Eyes- Cary Brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful Child- Fleetwood Mac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secret Smile- Semisonic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let Go- Frou Frou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fascination Street- The Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy- Jewel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enough for Now- The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who Knew- Pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-Believer- La Rocca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken- Seether Ft. Amy Lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fallen- Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always on my Mind- Elvis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken- Lifehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold- Crossfade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Mile- Joshua Radin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slow Show- The National&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry- Faith Hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vienna- The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naive- The Kooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iris- The Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Can I Live- Ill Nino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job's Eyes- Far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better Than Me- Hinder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prayers for Rain- The Cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Case of You- Joni Mitchell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here with Me- Dido&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wish You Were- Kate Voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay Me Down- The Wreckers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piece of My Heart- Janis Joplin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say When- The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time of Your Life- Green Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There for You- Flyleaf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Flag- Dido&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cigarettes- The Wreckers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing- Shania Twain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Familia- Mirah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Landslide- Fleetwood Mac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Don't See Me- Josie and the Pussycats (movie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Horse- Taylor Swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last Kiss- Pearl Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torn- Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goodbye My Lover- James Blunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World on Fire- Sarah McLachlan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Will Survive- Gloria Gaynor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sober- Pink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wherever You Will Go- The Calling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look After You- The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apologies- Grace Potter and the Nocturnals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Feelings- Sex Pistols&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Me to the End of Love- Leonard Cohen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alice (remix)- Sisters of Mercy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Save a Life- The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Were Meant for Me- Jewel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy- Saving Jane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Good- Kate Voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Fear the Reaper- Blue Oyster Cult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Shall Believe- Sheryl Crow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not a Pretty Girl- Ani DiFranco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time After Time- Cyndi Lauper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel- Sarah McLachlan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say it Right- Nelly Furtado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halo- Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Found Me- The Fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hero- Nickelback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secret Crowds- Angels and Airwaves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay Away- The Honorary Title&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When You're Gone- Avril Lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just a Dream- Carrie Underwood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lips of an Angel- Hinder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boston- Augustana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All You Wanted- Michelle Branch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Breathe- Anna Nalick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't Panic- Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel- Amanda Perez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goodbye to You- Michelle Branch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the Same- Sick Puppies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aicha- Outlandish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Been Awhile- Staind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unbreak My Heart- Toni Braxton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She Will be Loved- Maroon 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking of You- Katy Perry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Standing Still- Jewel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sorta Fairytale- Tori Amos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ocean- The Bravery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jolene- The White Stripes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who Will Save Your Soul- Jewel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Be Simple- Songs: Ohia (Jason Molina)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What Hurts the Most- Rascall Flats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By Your Side- Sade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will Remember You- Sarah McLachlan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It Must've Been Love- Roxette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Reason- Hoobastank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hate Me- Blue October&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hit Me with Your Best Shot- Pat Benatar*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duet- Rachael Yamagata ft. Ray Lamontagne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Regarding song 100, I realize it doesn't follow the slow theme of the list but, sometimes you need a pick-me-up =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt; &lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-8091472835706996038?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/8091472835706996038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/8091472835706996038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-eating-disorder.html' title='101 songs that have saved my life (inspired by Peyton)'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-8680062004996354937</id><published>2009-07-26T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:54:19.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I feel this way about everyone."</title><content type='html'>I may not be a manly-man. Or even know what goes on inside their heads. But we all crave physical attention. We, too, have needs, ladies. Talking, discussion, empathy, it's all good. But the same way girls love talking, guys love sex. In all its forms. So, ladies, if you meet even a half-decent guy, who is genuinely nice, do remember he likes handjobs just as much as the assholes. He just might not want to say it. Go ahead, make him wait! But do not torture the poor man. Every chase must end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ BURN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-8680062004996354937?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/8680062004996354937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/8680062004996354937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-this-way-about-everyone.html' title='&quot;I feel this way about everyone.&quot;'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-5712465385978734035</id><published>2009-07-03T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:23:46.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't feel that way about anyone"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I may not be a girly girl, and I may not know much about what goes on in their heads. But, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; tell you about REAL women. I can tell you about the girls with experience. Especially those who have experienced loss. So, for all the boys ( and you know I love you all) when you stand around and objectify women, I get it. It's ingrained in you; I understand that. But, when you think women like those sorts of things- if you think they like listening to you talk about how you get head like you get groceries- it's not cute. It's not a turn on. Also, just because a girl looks sexy, or if she looks like a bad ass, it doesn't necessarily mean that she's a freak. It doesn't necessarily mean that she likes it rough, or that you can treat however you want. The truth about what women want is just this: WE WANT SOMEONE WHO WANTS US BACK. After  all the loss, and all the meaningless sex, we just want someone who will stand by us. Be good to the women who TRULY love you. There won't be more than one or two of them in your life, and believe me- when women truly love, we love with all of our hearts. It's almost tragic, how deep and complex that love can be. The women who are really and truly in love, are also the most excellent actors. We ache so bad sometimes, but you'll never know. So please, please, please if you have a great girl who would give her life for yours, be kind to her. Be her friend. Let her know she matters. Because once she's gone, you're going to hate yourself and so is she.&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/2145505079948411427-5712465385978734035?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/5712465385978734035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/5712465385978734035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-feel-that-way-about-anyone.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t feel that way about anyone&quot;'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-3147278353225241815</id><published>2009-06-27T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:53:11.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the reasons but no rationale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I haven't updated in a while. I've had things, ya know? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;, well he's been caught up in a bit of a love ... um ... pentagon (I guess). Anyhow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;, and I saw pigeons doing the nasty a couple weeks ago. It lasted all of two seconds. Pretty interesting stuff. Getting stoned at 5 am is an art form. Did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know? It really and truly is.&lt;br /&gt;Since I usually give you guys a little slice of my own rather romantic philosophies, I decided I'd change it up with just the truth. The truth is that life's a bitch. It's that asshole sitting in the back of the classroom shooting spitballs at your head. But you just have to take it. You have to go on and make your own choices, regardless of what life throws at you. And at the end of the day it's not about the general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consensus&lt;/span&gt;. It's not about whether your decisions were justified. It's about right and wrong. Your own sense of right and wrong. At the end of the day, what are you fighting for? And can you look at yourself straight?&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/2145505079948411427-3147278353225241815?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3147278353225241815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3147278353225241815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-reasons-but-no-rationale.html' title='I got the reasons but no rationale'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-3461344556491378688</id><published>2009-06-06T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:53:29.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And to think, I can hardly walk straight</title><content type='html'>http://www.elegantbay.com/main/amazingwoman.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman really is amazing. That kind of dexterity is amazing. WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-3461344556491378688?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3461344556491378688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/3461344556491378688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-to-think-i-can-hardly-walk-straight.html' title='And to think, I can hardly walk straight'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-8425173971123709962</id><published>2009-06-03T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:27:29.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Stoners</title><content type='html'>Guys, click on the title for this post to read an article about one groovy ass kid. This 17 year old &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wrote a pro-pot essay and smoked a J while presenting it&lt;/span&gt;! That takes some serious stoner determination. I nominate this kid for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Badass-of-the-Year Award&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. He's got a 3.7 GPA; who says stoners are not intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm once again in a non-relationship with Kevin-From-Alabama. Who, for the record, is hung like a motherfuckin' horse =]. But, seriously, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;anyone over 5' 9" should be huge&lt;/span&gt;. Otherwise it just does not make sense. You know? Also, I broke a nail =[. For the first time in my life. It's quite sad really, now I've a Scooby-Doo band-aid around my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known that on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tuesday, June 2nd 2009 my main man Sal rolled his first blunt&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pretty good one too. Haze in a watermelon blunt wrap. It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.L.&amp;amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Riya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-8425173971123709962?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kirotv.com/news/19634608/detail.html' title='Seattle Stoners'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/8425173971123709962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/8425173971123709962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/06/seattle-stoners.html' title='Seattle Stoners'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-2196278598774787053</id><published>2009-06-02T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:20:12.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme the gold!!!</title><content type='html'>lmao I have no words. I really really don't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZfyrIPw3wY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/bZfyrIPw3wY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nda_OSWeyn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/nda_OSWeyn8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-2196278598774787053?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2196278598774787053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2196278598774787053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/06/gimme-gold.html' title='Gimme the gold!!!'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-2555299981539886477</id><published>2009-05-23T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:26:36.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're my person"</title><content type='html'>In the end the key to happiness is within ourselves. But sometimes we need a person to help us find it. To support us. To give us strength. To be our voice of reason. Someone to hold us on the days that happiness can't be found. To smile with us on days when happiness is abundant. It's not always easy to find this person though. Sometimes you have to sort through a lot of duds to find your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, I don't have one. For a second there I thought I did but, I was wrong. That's okay though. You just pick up the pieces and move along. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cut, suture, and close&lt;/span&gt; - right? All that's going to be left is a little scar but, scars tell stories. And if it was important enough to wound you, then it's not a story you want to forget.  I feel a little empty so I'm going to go get a cup of coffee and give the barista an extra 5$ for the person behind me. I think I need the good juju. Take care stoners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-2555299981539886477?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2555299981539886477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2555299981539886477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-my-person.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re my person&quot;'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-2651293422036265324</id><published>2009-05-22T05:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:47:42.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow."- Meredith Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300,ooo&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; every single day. Of those three hundred thousand, what guarantee do you have that it won't be someone you love? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Cancer, &lt;/span&gt;car accidents, drowning, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;fires&lt;/span&gt;, heart attacks, murder, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;suicide&lt;/span&gt;. How do you know? Death too morbid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine- people walk in and out of each others' lives at an extremely high rate. How do you know when one person walks out, that they'll ever walk back in. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What if they leave?&lt;/span&gt; What if you never get to say the words you've been hiding deep inside. The ones you only whisper to yourself. What if they never know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only guarantee, the only thing we know for sure, is the here and now. Every second that you spend waiting only pulls you closer to the end. So don't hold back. Now I'm not saying get reckless. I'm saying that you should make each day count. Let the people who matter know that they have made a difference. Make a difference yourself. And if you're blessed enough to know that your days are numbered, no matter how long you're given, spend it loving. Loving yourself, loving others, loving the world- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;just loving&lt;/span&gt;. Because ultimately, nothing else matters. People spend their lives trying to survive, but what good is crossing a finish line with no one to be proud of you? With no one to say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I knew you could do it&lt;/span&gt;".  And what's a time limit anyhow, you could be diagnosed with cancer and get hit by a bus tomorrow. So fuck time. Fuck disease. Fuck death. Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;. Tell someone "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm here&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;So this one time I'm telling you to put down that new water bong, put on a clean shirt, and go live. Seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Princess Riya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PildTvnJWF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PildTvnJWF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-2651293422036265324?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2651293422036265324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2651293422036265324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-1577314869653723110</id><published>2009-05-17T18:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:04:03.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a stoner, not an idiot</title><content type='html'>So this one is for all my stoner bitches. I love you guys. I'm not a big fan of women, which is why 98% of my friends are guys, but it's the stoner thing that makes me like ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;The other night I'm smokin an L with this dude and he starts telling me how hot I am and how official my ass is etc. you get the picture. He keeps trying to feel me up and I'm like dude, I'm a stoner not a fucking idiot. I don't smoke and spread. He then laughed at me but, he did stop. See, I don't have anything against having a lot of sex. How much sex anybody wants to have is totally their business. Sex is great, it's fun, burns calories, relieves stress, and just overall makes you feel good. My problem is with people who think that because you get high you're easy and they can take advantage of you. Now, I know I don't have the greatest past but, I'm not that person now. I'm still a stoner but I'm not fucking you the first night we meet. I know a lot of girls do this, whether they're stoners or not, but really though?! Most of the stoner chicks I've met are bad ass but please, don't take our nonchalance about shit as an invitation to start groping us.&lt;br /&gt;Also&lt;br /&gt;I've been high for a week. I've been smoking at least 3 times a day, and yesterday I smoked 120 dollars worth of pot. My high is coming down and it feels like crap. Then, being as brilliant as I am, I watched the really really sad season finale of Grey's Anatomy. I feel depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-1577314869653723110?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/1577314869653723110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/1577314869653723110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-stoner-not-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m a stoner, not an idiot'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-1237896002058833003</id><published>2009-05-14T09:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:38:57.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[Nerd Post] Boiling Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cirellio.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/boiling-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height: 150px;" src="http://cirellio.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/boiling-water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/2jiql1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; height: 150px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2jiql1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awesome show.&lt;div&gt;It looks real sometimes, but others it looks like the people are just faking it, like they shudda told the guy fuck himself before 10 whole minutes passes. I don't have 10 minutes to argue with anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, a fun show to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One problem. This is where the technical part comes in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boiling Point is a measure of temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT a time limit. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shud just shove a hidden thermometer up everyone's ass. And if their body temperature goes to high from being angry, they lose. That's much more natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nerd Post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ Burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Click the Title to see an episode!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-1237896002058833003?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niSL55Bwti0' title='[Nerd Post] Boiling Point'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/1237896002058833003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/1237896002058833003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/nerd-post-boiling-point.html' title='[Nerd Post] Boiling Point'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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://i44.tinypic.com/2jiql1_th.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2145505079948411427.post-5914406325267416301</id><published>2009-05-13T04:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:04:02.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>It's a fucking epidemic. I'm just supposed to tweak a paragraph and memorize a couple of lines but I'd rather sit here and prepare this Kush for tomorrow =]&lt;br /&gt;Today I recorded a whole bunch of videos on the 8th fl. but I have yet to upload a single one. I gots the itis. I'm not doing this post justice right now but it's almost 5 a.m and I haven't slept in two days and I won't be sleeping until tomorrow night. I've been smoking so much but it's not doing a thing to stifle my seemingly perpetual horniness. Esteban turned down smoking for studying today. Could I get a moment of silence for that one? Here's something you hemp-heads will appreciate, I found 3D Glasses in my room! A random pair just chillin under my bed. I put 'em on and started walkin around the house. It was intense man. I'm a little sad at the moment so let's find an appropriate tune... ah Sheryl Crow's I Shall Believe. Yes it's a One Tree Hill fanvid. "Even if it's a lie, say it will be alright and I shall believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61tZYQBpUHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;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/61tZYQBpUHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-5914406325267416301?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/5914406325267416301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/5914406325267416301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-7067811736532159223</id><published>2009-05-12T18:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:12:43.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Know what I hate?</title><content type='html'>When people try to convince me to eat something I don't like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lived long enough to know I don't like mayonaisse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serving it to me isn't going to give me any great revelation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will, most likely, throw up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep your tastes to yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This also applies to religious views. And your views in general.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C.J. Burn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-7067811736532159223?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/7067811736532159223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/7067811736532159223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/know-what-i-hate.html' title='Know what I hate?'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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-2145505079948411427.post-2578453154179655714</id><published>2009-05-12T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:23:02.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>This was going to be funny but now I'm not in the mood anymore. Really though, let's cover the rules-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No hating. Seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being stoned while reading this blog is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ly recommended.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's about it I guess. CJ can fill in the rest. I think I'll be covering most of the music and random musings. So let's start off with this:&lt;br /&gt;Why are there two dead trees in my neighbor's backyard? They're not even his trees man. He dragged the first dead tree from god knows where into the back in the beginning of March. Later that week while smoking outside I noticed the dead tree just laying there. Fuckin chillin' in the backyard. Why for man? Then there's this new dead tree in his garden out front. I don't know where that shit came from either. Last night-it's gone. This morning- it has joined the other tree in the back. I just don't get it Mr. Khan, what's the dealio?&lt;br /&gt;Music? Ah yes, today we have The Sisters of Mercy with Alice. The remix. Tell her where the rain will fall Tell her where the sun shines bright Tell her she can have it all Alice&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;Princess Riya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxkjQgYelsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxkjQgYelsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2145505079948411427-2578453154179655714?l=iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2578453154179655714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2145505079948411427/posts/default/2578453154179655714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iscoredwiththeprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Stoner Corps</name><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>
