<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post2835287457502932492..comments</id><updated>2007-06-29T18:15:12.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Phthalo Blue Studio: growing pains</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2835287457502932492/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html'/><author><name>mercurysmile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769905480617707324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-2750161968499324897</id><published>2007-06-29T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:15:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nix- i know!  I mean really, it's the triumphs and...</title><content type='html'>Nix- i know!  I mean really, it's the triumphs and tragedies in our lives that inform who we become. If I sat in a box all day and took no risks, made no decisions, and therefor made no mistakes- what a vapid boring person that would be! SHEESH PEOPLE!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;okay, I'm done now.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;:P</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/2750161968499324897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/2750161968499324897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html?showComment=1183162500000#c2750161968499324897' title=''/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04824344222635328191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17427337387158967191'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-2835287457502932492' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/posts/default/2835287457502932492' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-8026637603547246521</id><published>2007-06-28T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T15:25:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Friend,I am so proud and amazed by you. ...</title><content type='html'>My Lovely Friend,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I am so proud and amazed by you.  To live and own your history is an amazing thing.  Your scars are a part of you, an important part and evidence of change and growth in your life.  Some guy who may not understand or himself have the life experience to understand is something you do not have to take with you.  It hurts but sometimes people we want to understand can't.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You are the most amazing person I have every met. To have a friend like you in my life is such a gift.  You are a gift to all your friends and family.  Lame but it is true.  A gift darling a gift.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Life is so many random moments.  But we also have choices.  You have done some amazing things in the years I have known you.  And trust me.  There are so many amazing people in the horizon of your future waiting to know you.  Anyhow skittles and glitter and all that. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;hearts &amp; love&lt;BR/&gt;Peter</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/8026637603547246521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/8026637603547246521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html?showComment=1183065900000#c8026637603547246521' title=''/><author><name>P.C. Morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863599287476523886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-2835287457502932492' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/posts/default/2835287457502932492' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-2448897858099342334</id><published>2007-06-28T03:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:20:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you have every right to be angry with him, you kno...</title><content type='html'>you have every right to be angry with him, you know.  has he given you a chance to explain?  did he ask?  do you like him enough to actively seek him out and sit him down and explain the situation?  because if you do, then you should.  and if he runs right back to them hills then he's not worth your time.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;(maybe just coz i'm in a grumpy mood myself, but jeez some people piss me off with their fears and scared-y-pants-ness and their inability to accept others' histories AS histories . . . sheesh!)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/2448897858099342334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/2448897858099342334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html?showComment=1183022400000#c2448897858099342334' title=''/><author><name>nixwilliams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01440110398186134460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-2835287457502932492' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/posts/default/2835287457502932492' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-6383051792328644122</id><published>2007-06-25T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:51:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh, Teens. Getting hung up on a guy that doesn't ...</title><content type='html'>ahh, Teens. Getting hung up on a guy that doesn't want to be with you for whatever reasons is definitely no fun. But eventually realize this, when the right guy comes around it's not about keeping your baggage from burdening him... you carry each other's baggage. It might not make your load lighter, but the team effort somehow makes the coping slightly easier.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Big hugs. Some tears. That's what sisters are for. Much love.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/6383051792328644122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/2835287457502932492/comments/default/6383051792328644122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html?showComment=1182783060000#c6383051792328644122' title=''/><author><name>Future Mrs. R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14823766542982006500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://phthalobluethoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/growing-pains.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21402847.post-2835287457502932492' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21402847/posts/default/2835287457502932492' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>