<?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-9388947</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:31.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of the Dorris</title><subtitle type='html'>Not responsible for spelling/grammer errors or wierd ordering of things. This is stream of consciousness bitches deal with it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000339268199340592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388947.post-112425640217551044</id><published>2005-08-17T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:17:19.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My faith....</title><summary type='text'>My faith can simply be described in one word, love. I often ponder the question why was his son sent to this earth. Most people would reply, “to pay for our sins.” That wasn’t the reason. That was his purpose. The reason was God’s love for us. He loved us so much he would send his own son, a part of himself, to die so that we might come to see him. I try each day to live up to this love. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/feeds/112425640217551044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388947&amp;postID=112425640217551044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/112425640217551044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/112425640217551044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-faith.html' title='My faith....'/><author><name>Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000339268199340592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388947.post-112270747449158616</id><published>2005-07-30T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T02:11:14.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorris luck. Always bad.</title><summary type='text'>Universe: "You know we need to build this Dorris kid up a little bit."Become interested in a cute girl who is fun to hang out with. Go on a few dates hang out talk a lot. Stay at her place a couple of times (no funny business just some holding and sleeping in the same bed). Let her know you like her and are interested in being more than friends. Weirdness ensues. Have her say we need to talk in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/feeds/112270747449158616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388947&amp;postID=112270747449158616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/112270747449158616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/112270747449158616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/2005/07/dorris-luck-always-bad.html' title='Dorris luck. Always bad.'/><author><name>Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000339268199340592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388947.post-111715320784183209</id><published>2005-05-26T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:35:06.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Baton</title><summary type='text'>Total volume of music on my hard drive:5.5 GB. 1281 songs. 3.7 days. Kinda weak but have only encoded about 1/4th of my CD's.The last CD I bought was:Actually I bought eight new CD's just the other day. Three are recordings by the London Symphony of works by Handel, Schubert, and Mozart. The other five are by the London Philharmonic and are works by Tchaikovsky, Bach, Mendelssohn, Grieg, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/feeds/111715320784183209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388947&amp;postID=111715320784183209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/111715320784183209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/111715320784183209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/2005/05/musical-baton.html' title='Musical Baton'/><author><name>Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000339268199340592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388947.post-110549366077820927</id><published>2005-01-11T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:58:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I killed them all.</title><summary type='text'>Well almost all. I left one post that I really liked. I just hated all the rest they had to die.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/feeds/110549366077820927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388947&amp;postID=110549366077820927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/110549366077820927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/110549366077820927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-killed-them-all.html' title='I killed them all.'/><author><name>Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000339268199340592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9388947.post-110255408161298296</id><published>2004-12-08T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T20:01:21.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss that feeling.</title><summary type='text'>I miss having someone that loves me. The simple knowledge that a women loved me was the greatest feeling in the world. I could go to work and have the worst day of my life but it wouldn't matter a damn bit to me. I could come home and just sink into her and every single bit of stress or bad feelings would just evaporate. With someone behind me I always felt like I could and would do anything in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/feeds/110255408161298296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9388947&amp;postID=110255408161298296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/110255408161298296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9388947/posts/default/110255408161298296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedorris.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-miss-that-feeling.html' title='I miss that feeling.'/><author><name>Dorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13000339268199340592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
