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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Thoughts and such…</description><title>Anne neé Hoppus</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @anneneehoppus)</generator><link>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>True story.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In the middle of the night last night I woke up and had this thought:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;How ironic that Putin is the middle part of the word &amp;#8220;impunity&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then this morning my first thought upon waking was, &amp;#8220;oh, wait, no it isn&amp;#8217;t.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I think my brain has its own agenda. I&amp;#8217;m a little nervous that it might be plotting a coup.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/post/7267555016</link><guid>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/post/7267555016</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 12:59:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Happiness...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In the midst of too much work, stress, and general exhaustion, I still find myself having one of those days where I feel like laughing out loud with sheer, pure happiness. It&amp;#8217;s the kind of happy day that seems to demand a soundtrack, a driving with the windows down kinda soundtrack.  Thanks, World, for these days.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/post/7249062641</link><guid>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/post/7249062641</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 22:04:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Sweet tired moment…</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnu84n6plB1qmuo0ao1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet tired moment…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/post/7248866193</link><guid>http://anneneehoppus.tumblr.com/post/7248866193</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 21:58:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
