<?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-24857279</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:50:28.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the mind of a "no-plastic" Doll</title><subtitle type='html'>Lo que yo pienso, lo que esta in my mind, not una tonta por que soy una Doll. No plastic aceptado in my world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115481352507720506</id><published>2006-08-05T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:25.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fucking birthday to me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/1600/birthday-happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/birthday-happy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;disque hoy es my cumple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;ni lo puedo creer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Son 17 an~os desde el dia que naci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Some people laugh at the fact that I feel im getting vieja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;pero es verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;all I see is me getting older and getting more responsabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I just wish to not have to work and stuff pero que voy hacer no puedo parar el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me imagino como va hacer cuando tenga  30 o 40  its going to be a very  sad life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I dont want to start imagining  me  having wrinkles and stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.HAHAHHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Pero in the mean while im happy just at the fact that me voy para Santo domingo el 10 de este mes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;me voy a quedar todo el mes I vengo el 9 de Septiembre,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;me voy a gozar and celebrate my fucking bithday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;no voy a estar escribiendo en todo este tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;voy a cojer ese tiempo para relax myself and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I kind of hate the fact that we have to celebrate this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;es solamente dejandote saber saber que estas cada ves mas cerca del dia de tu muerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know it sounds sort of sad but thats how I see it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;HHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;ME TOY VOLVIENDO VIEJA Y LOCA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24857279-115481352507720506?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115481352507720506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115481352507720506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-fucking-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Fucking birthday to me!!!!'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115437385869447944</id><published>2006-07-31T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:25.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FREACKIN BEAUTY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/1600/dollly%20001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20001.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If beauty is in the eye of the beholder why doesnt it come out of there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24857279-115437385869447944?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115437385869447944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115437385869447944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/freackin-beauty.html' title='FREACKIN BEAUTY!!!!!!'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115393860907059854</id><published>2006-07-26T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:25.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YO DIQUE PINTORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;SOOOOOO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;o dique quiero ser una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pintora&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(oye eso)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;estoy cojiendo clases y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;voy a tener una exhibicon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;yo ni se como me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; va a ir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;porque va ser junto con otra jente ai que cuando yo vi lo que ello hacen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;yo paresco que pinto como uno de eso ninos de kinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;lo que mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;yo necesito es segir cojiendo clases por que toy crua, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pero verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;lo que me quilla es que te tienen que criticar tu vaina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;que tu te mata tratando que salga bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;y ellos en 2 minutos te dicen to lo que ellos jallan mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;que se pongan ello a pintalo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;aber si e fasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;quien no sabe de esa vaina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;que no me lo critique, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ue le mensiono ata su madre&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;pero un dia de eto voy a poner unas de mis creaciones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;dique creasiones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;hahahaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;e pa que lo vean y no crean que e mintira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24857279-115393860907059854?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115393860907059854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115393860907059854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-dique-pintora.html' title='YO DIQUE PINTORA'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115361675222934994</id><published>2006-07-22T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:25.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 80%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I take this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;que dice dique yo voy hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;multimillionaire&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;claro que yo voy a ser multimillonaria.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Yo no puedo ser pobre en esta vida&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;everyone knows that I have a rich girl personality.&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/24857279-115361675222934994?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115361675222934994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115361675222934994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-chances-of-being-multimillionaire.html' title='Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 80%'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115169755950405863</id><published>2006-06-30T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:25.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"In-patient care for people with alcohol-related mental health disorders increased by 75% between 1995/6 and 2004/5 to 126,300 admissions."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I read this thing from a study they did in England and I laugh, not because I think its funny but because if the study was done on some of the people I know I bet you they would have a heart attack. I can just imagine the doctores and parents going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"what have this world come to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The doctors arent even close to finding the real numbers, they should do the study here in the states and find out what drinking its really about. They didnt even talk about the people that black out and dont even remember what the hell they did and with who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways i hate all these little study they do to like a couple of people and then say that 75% of people do what ever they say they are studying when they havent even checked every single person, I thing doctors are full of crap.&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/24857279-115169755950405863?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115169755950405863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115169755950405863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-patient-care-for-people-with.html' title='&quot;In-patient care for people with alcohol-related mental health disorders increased by 75% between 1995/6 and 2004/5 to 126,300 admissions.&quot;'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115126026129632404</id><published>2006-06-25T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:25.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MIEEEEEEEEERRRRRDAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dont you&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it cuando te vienen a saludar and the first thing you hear is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;mieeeeerdaaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Doooooooooollllyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; ni cuanto tiempo, from like a mile away. No pero eso no e lo peor its when they loook at you real steady all the way up and down not even paying attention to what you just said, and all they say to you is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;veldad&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yo no sabia&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que bueno&lt;/span&gt;", yeah right muthafuckers the only thing that all they want to say to you is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ohhh your sooo faaaaat&lt;/span&gt;", or "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what happened you look like you havent eaten for days&lt;/span&gt;", its never good enough for them that you look good there is always something they find to make you feel so mad or sad. So that is why you have to slap the shit out them without even doing it, you just have to know something about that they normaly dont like or hate it when it's brought up. So you tell them "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so your boyfriend left you for sister, you must be sad&lt;/span&gt;", yeah biach you like that or if you dont whant to waste spit on them just do the ol' nock them the fuck out and keeep on walking like you just tried to keep a flie away from you. And then everyone in the street is going to say&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; MIEEEEEEEERRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAA YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/24857279-115126026129632404?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115126026129632404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115126026129632404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/mieeeeeeeeerrrrrdaaaaaa.html' title='MIEEEEEEEEERRRRRDAAAAAA'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115101635207428174</id><published>2006-06-22T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:24.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/1600/dominikaner11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dominikaner11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There are a couple of things that make you feel so comfertable or at home. But what if you are not at the place where you feel that comfort. Many people live so far from their homeland, and me as a dominican the little things you see each day in that little island are the one that give you that "at home" feeling. Just siting in spot were you can watch people in the street walking by will be enough to intertain you. I know im sounding like i miss the place but i do. the days when you pass hours just sitting in one spot talking about nothing important, no worries in youre mind. There are things you find so beutiful you wish you could never leave behind, or when you are in the airplane and its landing you have to look over the window to see that land full of trees and sorounded by water, you almost feel like rushing everyone out to place feet in that ground you miss so much. I dont know why you feel so relaxed and comfortable with the people maybe because its birth place and there an unknown law that says you have to love the land you came from and if that is so then i wish i could marry it. LOL. Sometimes you tired of th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/1600/rep_dominicana_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/rep_dominicana_07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e worring of what youre wearing, how much money you have, going to school, the everyday routine. And all you want is to back to basics, like running around for no reason at all at the beach. I remember when i was little whe would go to the beach and the only thing we planned was to stay all day long. Damn i sound depressed, but i found im not going to be able to go there this summer, so alot of memories and thoughts are going through my head, it would be sort nice to run away or have no responsabilities or things to do.&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/24857279-115101635207428174?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115101635207428174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115101635207428174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-115083696221901530</id><published>2006-06-20T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:24.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you really know youre getting older and wiser when you start thinking about life and when and where youre going. When you start asking yourself what is it you want to do with your so-called life you have and if youre happy with what you all ready have recieved along the way. You also cannot be much of a dreamer in life, it's like swimming against a rivers current, if you stand still youre going to be taken for a ride you probably dont want to take, so i guess do what you want and then think of what you have done later cause when you think too much it might stop from creating memories and adventures that are unforgetable.&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/24857279-115083696221901530?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115083696221901530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/115083696221901530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-future.html' title='My Future'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-114515667112829334</id><published>2006-04-15T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:24.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El amor de tu vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/1600/corazones_emoticones.com.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/corazones_emoticones.com.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;que ai muchas personas que pasan por tu vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; some of the time they dont work out to be the person you wanted them to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pero que haces&lt;/span&gt; cuando la persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you actually felt was right for you&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; esta contigo. Tienes a tu lado a la persona que deceas que se desaparesca, pero no a al que quieres. Y cuando ves los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;days pass by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wishing &lt;/span&gt;to be with that one person, is it right to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;que es el&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; amor&lt;/span&gt; de tu vida y que lo dejaste pasar por el largo camino que es esta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24857279-114515667112829334?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/114515667112829334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/114515667112829334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/el-amor-de-tu-vida.html' title='El amor de tu vida?'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-114377729570874854</id><published>2006-03-30T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:24.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera Fria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/1600/puertoplata8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/puertoplata8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Me estaba recordando ahora que aqui es primavera alla en Santo Domingo nunca es tarde para beberse una agua de coco. Como tu te puede ir pa la playa o pal malecon cuando te de la gana, pero na voy a tener que esperar uno cuantos meses mas pa que a aqui se ponga un chin ma caliente y que venga el verano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24857279-114377729570874854?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/114377729570874854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/114377729570874854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/primavera-fria.html' title='Primavera Fria'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24857279.post-114351439681315009</id><published>2006-03-27T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:12:24.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New at this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;WELL IM NEW IN HERE SO IM GONNA TRY AND GET EVERYTHING DOWN, BUT WELCOME TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOLLY&lt;/span&gt;'S BLOG, SO IN A COUPLE OF DAYS ALL OF THIS IS GOING TO HAVE STUFF ABOUT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24857279-114351439681315009?l=dollysmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/114351439681315009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24857279/posts/default/114351439681315009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dollysmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-at-this.html' title='New at this...'/><author><name>A DOLLZ MIND</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11423161145961867205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2567/2585/320/dollly%20002.0.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
