<?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-8683091346142660253</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:51:10.687+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls &amp; the universe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-9196393071246126650</id><published>2009-08-29T15:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:24:44.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>so here's what it's like to be engaged..</title><content type='html'>everybody keeps asking me, so there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very filling. Basically, from the moment you anounce the engagement everybody wants to meet you, and in our lil' part of the world that means food. There's always food. Food and desert. We've been invited almost every day (sometimes twice a day!) to someone's or with someone to some place which sometimes involves just a cake, but mostly involves a whole meal.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart beating slowly, fighting for more blood.. yet I cant stop eating, of course..&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont think that means WE'RE not gonna eat some more when I get to debs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-9196393071246126650?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/9196393071246126650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-heres-what-its-like-to-be-engaged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/9196393071246126650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/9196393071246126650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-heres-what-its-like-to-be-engaged.html' title='so here&apos;s what it&apos;s like to be engaged..'/><author><name>rock chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774131718391770018</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-8683091346142660253.post-8248218668528677585</id><published>2009-08-29T12:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:04:52.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>meet maayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkHnPgNKY2w/SpkH-xhLhvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o93PPcmp_WU/s1600-h/IMG_0448+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkHnPgNKY2w/SpkH-xhLhvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o93PPcmp_WU/s320/IMG_0448+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375336405269186290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet my new niece her name is  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ma'ayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gald i came sooner but im so sad  that i didnt get to hold this little one at least im happy that my nephew never forgets me :) i hope she dosent  i really want to go back home and make her lugh  (sobbing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-8248218668528677585?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8248218668528677585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-maayan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/8248218668528677585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/8248218668528677585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-maayan.html' title='meet maayan'/><author><name>Classified Murderotica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248591035374782396</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkHnPgNKY2w/SpkH-xhLhvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o93PPcmp_WU/s72-c/IMG_0448+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-6858479463891584862</id><published>2009-08-21T20:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:44:36.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First thing's first!</title><content type='html'>I just want to congratulate our beloved '&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rock chick&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for finally making it official w her hottie. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt; and may you both be very old and cranky together! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-6858479463891584862?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6858479463891584862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-things-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6858479463891584862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6858479463891584862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-things-first.html' title='First thing&apos;s first!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-7182003107569021103</id><published>2009-08-20T16:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:02:18.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Da!!</title><content type='html'>ok I know it's about time I actually added something of value to this blogg (or at least something pretaining to have value of sorts...) - after all, I've been reading all along...&lt;br /&gt;Such a brilliant idea. And such a fun way to keep up to date (?) with what everyone's been up to!&lt;br /&gt;A lot seemingly, all my single friends..!! Ah, the single days... tihihi&lt;br /&gt;After a lovely time in the big apple, Im back at my parents' place. This summer, for me, has been the first time in years during which I've felt a little bit like a holiday, haven't had any time off for soooooooooooo long! so I feel somewhat recharged.&lt;br /&gt;NYC was interesting, nice, full of the man's family (which is lovely by the way!) and, of course, shopping... duh! Even worked a little- not nearly as much as I hoped, but made decent money for the hours I have worked so can't complain. Everyone is asking how I liked the big city, and honestly - it was nice, fun, but not THAT special. Guess I had a different experience than others, plus I've travelled and seen enough to not be astonished by it. I loved the buildings in some parts, the atmosphere in other parts, and naturally- did I mention the shopping??? :)&lt;br /&gt;Was sad to leave, but was really looking forward to going back to my own little hell of a country.. is it holy? probably. Hot like hell? yes, but not as much so as ole' Debbie apprantly!! but its home. The air feels like home (makes my hair terribly flat and oily, yuch!), the whole area between my folks and where the man's from feels like home, my friends' old photo albums, huh... :D&lt;br /&gt;My bff here is getting married. That makes me the (almost) last single one among the ladies. Well, kind of single.. not sure how I feel about that. Out of my bigger balder and harrier friends (aka MEN) there's only one married... Went to his wedding last week, same evening after landing here, was tired, jetlegged and got waaaaaaaaaay drunk on excellent local cabarnet, which naturally lead to yours clumsy truly falling awckwardly on the dance floor at the wedding and embarassing herself in front of  everyone.. Who were too drunk themselves to notice, except the Man. Always sober (and driving, bless him!) &lt;br /&gt;Lots of reunions with friends whom I havent seen anything between 3 and 12 years. I love it!! So many were lost to me, but have now been found, makes my heart full of love!&lt;br /&gt;And soon a new year will start. On the plus list: reuniting with my lovely friends (you guys), whom I miss dearly, privacy of my own home in which the Man could not escape and will have to submit to my deepest devious desires (muhahahaha!). On the not-so-plus list: my flat is now a sauna, will have to keep a house again (shopping, cooking, cleaning.. oh well. Cant live like a princess forever), and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I shall have to go back to seeing if any of my so called friends would actually like to do something this evening, and start planning the weekend (this family for friday dinner, that family branch for saturday lunch, another for dinner, complicated when everyone wants to feed you..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh- couple more things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been so nice to read about everyone!! But I have to say: best story goes to.. Miss Lucifer!! Hope you ended up having a mad orgy with the lot of them (I so would!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="profile/17704020789725774841"&gt;NewWrldYankee&lt;/a&gt;- where have you disappeared to?? want to know whats up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now retire to more food and coffee with the parental units until Mr Man comes to pick me up in his chariot (which has only recently gone back to action and will probably return to its dormant state soon enough, hopefuly after we've left..)&lt;br /&gt;Love from the steaming middle east!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-7182003107569021103?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7182003107569021103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/7182003107569021103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/7182003107569021103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-da.html' title='Ta Da!!'/><author><name>rock chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05774131718391770018</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-8683091346142660253.post-1060303328524581603</id><published>2009-08-16T00:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:22:21.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am getting laid tonight...wait and see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-1060303328524581603?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1060303328524581603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-getting-laid-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/1060303328524581603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/1060303328524581603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-getting-laid-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-6902668184306836993</id><published>2009-08-10T13:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:35:12.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighmarish...but sitting next to the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90181166@N00/263685639"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/102/263685639_2f77055a17_m.jpg" alt="Karlskrona, Sweden" style="border: medium none ; display: block;" width="240" height="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90181166@N00/263685639"&gt;Peter Fristedt&lt;/a&gt; via Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I think hanging out w/ Miss 6 in Sweden is giving me a big head. I'm really starting to lurvvveee myself. Wondering if I am just delusional, like..ahem...someone who thinks the earth revolves around her, the small cranky animal. That's u, Miss 6. &lt;br /&gt;Her dad called her that, and I disagree, because there is nothing small about that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last two days on the beach, once with Evel, and yest with Miss 6 and her dad. Had much fun walking around w. Miss 6 and watching men turn their heads. She looks sooo pretty with this hair, yall! Wait till u see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking a lot lately about what I want to do with my life. Seriously considering a move to Romania. Not sure, though,if I can get loans there. Realized I am completely avoiding my parents again. I hate that I do that. But even thinking of them makes me uneasy about myself. I should have gone home, I think. Not because I am not having a good time...but because I wonder if I will ever fix that. I am just happier with myself without them in my life. Being with them makes me less sure of my self, and who I am. Thoughts of them fill me with a certain malaise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a list of things to do in Karlskrona, written by David, aka...my personal bartender, according to him. &lt;br /&gt;#1,3,4 on the list is him. He wishes...&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other things on the list:&lt;br /&gt;* Steal a Pripps Bla glass from Niva ..check!!&lt;br /&gt;* Jump into Ocean from 7m diving board @ Stul Holmen (sp?) ..check!!&lt;br /&gt;* Dance on Stripper Pole at Play.bar...not happening (we did it b4 it opened, did it count?)&lt;br /&gt;* Have a Bortamatch (Christian, where are you?) -p.s. that's have a one night stand at his place. =)&lt;br /&gt;* Spend a night in a drunk tank at the jail....Maybe if Im nice to the police, i can get a quick pic there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want me some Bobby Kennedy, but he is always out of town when i am in town and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/d8c63967-fa51-4611-95c6-2dc4817ae460/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=d8c63967-fa51-4611-95c6-2dc4817ae460" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&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/8683091346142660253-6902668184306836993?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6902668184306836993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/nighmarishbut-sitting-next-to-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6902668184306836993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6902668184306836993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/nighmarishbut-sitting-next-to-sun.html' title='Nighmarish...but sitting next to the sun.'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/102/263685639_2f77055a17_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-590562924725267683</id><published>2009-08-07T08:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:36:39.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to anymore</title><content type='html'>I have 2 more shifts of waitressing and i simply don't want to go there anymore... i signed up for working every second day and still... i didnt get shit done. I just slept ---why am i so tired? Oh, right, i had to sleep away the nigth before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, heartache's a bitch. And being friends w someone who is gonna have their heart broken isn't very much fine either. You see everything so clearly, that it's all going down the drain, and you can't do shit about it. Just talk and talk... and realise your friend doesn't hear you...bc she LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is probably the most irrational thing there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here letting time pass so i don't have to think about work anymore. Mtv is on, and I truly developed a hatred for these mf-stupid commercials... Mtv you suck! It's 50% of these sell-whatever you can-as fast as you can-commercials. Like all the things you 'should' download to your cellphone... how on earth did the last decade-without-cell-phones survive wo all of these blinking, talking and purely annoying things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, TV makes you dummer. Unless you find the remote control. Kids, earn how to use the remote control! Or better yet, learn how to turn the TV off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough complaining. Deep down im really happy, this is just me having fun w the thought of what can go wrong. But now it's just 2 more days of work then i have to swap legs for brain. Which is... let me be honest - not an easy task to complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talk to ya later babes, enjoy your day and make sure to appreciate whatever doesn't go wrong today... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-590562924725267683?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/590562924725267683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-want-to-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/590562924725267683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/590562924725267683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-want-to-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t want to anymore'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-2065219514965710563</id><published>2009-08-06T21:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:46:13.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>see ya soon</title><content type='html'>so this is my last week for work yey and as well for all of u ill be in deb town on the 23ed&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i miss ya all&lt;br /&gt;2. cant wait to start first year&lt;br /&gt;3. cant wait to go to ikea to get stuff for my new flat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u want anything from il let me know :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-2065219514965710563?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2065219514965710563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-ya-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2065219514965710563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2065219514965710563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-ya-soon.html' title='see ya soon'/><author><name>Classified Murderotica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248591035374782396</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-8683091346142660253.post-6123626467213688521</id><published>2009-08-04T21:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:27:29.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sooooooooooo fiiiiine!!!&lt;br /&gt;With hair like THIS i really had to walk holding that ugly white plastic bag earlier... bc otherwise I'd be faaaar too pretty!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-6123626467213688521?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6123626467213688521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6123626467213688521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6123626467213688521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-2328651714467903253</id><published>2009-07-30T16:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:08:45.377+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Requested story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L94ch1zf7bs/SnGztZtA2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B6GB5osVi9Q/s1600-h/choklads%C3%A5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L94ch1zf7bs/SnGztZtA2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B6GB5osVi9Q/s320/choklads%C3%A5s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364266223750142450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my life is a mess, im a mess... So Miss6 have requested me to tell the story of my so called lovelife (well thats a nice way to say it).&lt;br /&gt;So Uhm... Well this weekend me Miss6 and nwewrldyankee was out. And lets say that Person 1 was with us during the preparty. Later on that evening MissLucifer got drunk of only half a bottle of wine and a beer. Just sayed BANG!&lt;br /&gt;So Person1 is really cute and I like her as a person. After this small amount of booze i started to kiss her, but drunk as I was I abandonned her at the dancefloor later that eveing. Just walking around and saw an old friend who just started to kiss me as well (also a girl - lets call her Person2)&lt;br /&gt;Very strange, cuz she's never been that way before.&lt;br /&gt;Went just to say hi to this guy I used to know. And Also he (person 3) started to kiss me (I did go home with him later that night :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this mess enough ? - Noooo. Person 3 knowes Person 4 (havnt told ya about him jet but this is the azzloving Chocholate sauce &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[we're calling him chocholate sauce because he wants to lick chocholate sauce from my azz *therefor Miss6 and me actually have sent him a picture with me covered in chocholate sauce by Miss6*]&lt;/span&gt; who I've been flirting with for a while and actually had sex with two weeks ago (no - im not a slut)). So I'm just waiting for the moment when person 3 and 4 finds out that them both have been with me. *yey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since this got a 3someinvite from Person 2 with person x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this messy? - Noooo. Just enough for a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-2328651714467903253?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2328651714467903253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/requested-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2328651714467903253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2328651714467903253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/requested-story.html' title='Requested story'/><author><name>Miss Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02342121483797300382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L94ch1zf7bs/SlCPq2m469I/AAAAAAAAAAM/C7N8De-8kXU/S220/lollo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L94ch1zf7bs/SnGztZtA2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B6GB5osVi9Q/s72-c/choklads%C3%A5s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-3307292246768957283</id><published>2009-07-30T09:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:43:19.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just afew words</title><content type='html'>just wanted to say i miss ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; been crazy busy working finaly some days off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go back to debtown this place isnt what it use  to be some many things have changed during this 2 years that i cant keep up so it  is  extreamly boring i dont know what i would have done with out my job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any how miss ya and cant wait to start the first year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all o ya  are haveing  blast &lt;br /&gt;cya soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3307292246768957283?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3307292246768957283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-afew-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3307292246768957283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3307292246768957283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-afew-words.html' title='just afew words'/><author><name>Classified Murderotica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248591035374782396</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-8683091346142660253.post-3620315637420259724</id><published>2009-07-30T04:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T04:21:24.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOULD</title><content type='html'>stop going out partying 4x/week and sleep more. Lesson for tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3620315637420259724?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3620315637420259724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3620315637420259724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3620315637420259724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/should.html' title='SHOULD'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-5850182947391813537</id><published>2009-07-29T11:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:32:34.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god for work</title><content type='html'>5 hours without any brain or emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S never answer an email while you're in a sleep-deprived state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-5850182947391813537?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5850182947391813537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-for-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/5850182947391813537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/5850182947391813537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-god-for-work.html' title='Thank god for work'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-9128214502903053625</id><published>2009-07-23T21:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:15:26.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Heart In The Making....</title><content type='html'>Do you think it's possible to fall for someone and have them actually fall for you back..?&lt;br /&gt;To have one of those "fairytale" stories..with fairy tale I'm not talking Bollywood style, just a simple girl meets boy, girl likes boy, boy likes girl back, they fall in love.....and add a little boy is willing to have a long distance relationship while girl is in Hungary :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap....I'm gona have my heart broken aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I just know I will... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-9128214502903053625?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/9128214502903053625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-heart-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/9128214502903053625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/9128214502903053625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-heart-in-making.html' title='A Broken Heart In The Making....'/><author><name>Femme Fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832413544363765096</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-8683091346142660253.post-3265458174358927041</id><published>2009-07-21T03:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:59:48.189+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT ENGAGED!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy cooooow!! What a night this has been since Nwwrldyankee arrived! I'm telling you, WHAT A NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well, you know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, congratulations are in order. I don't know very much about my fiancé, except that he'll be 23 in ...hm...october was it?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah. Lambchop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggling*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3265458174358927041?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3265458174358927041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-engaged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3265458174358927041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3265458174358927041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-engaged.html' title='I GOT ENGAGED!!!!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-281528565257896134</id><published>2009-07-20T16:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:19:05.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions of Sweden....love from Malmo</title><content type='html'>Off the top of my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion meet functionality..there is no doubt about it. Everyone in Sweden just seems so much ...what's the word? Cooler. &lt;br /&gt;That's it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even older ppl are dressed 20 mill times better than back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is soooo pretty. Its not fair that one country has such a nice gene pool and dress well to boot. Looks like even nerdy ppl dress better than nerds back home, not that is sayin much, but feel vastly underdressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disinclined to speak, bc heads turn when I do. is my accent that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country is so cute!!! And efficient. And the fries are better @ Burger King. Yes, I know I went there...but even thats better here. No wonder yall like it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip was surprisingly hassle free =) How's come no one checked my passport? Was looking forward to my sweden stamp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part abt not knowing swedish tho? I dont have to hear abt new phone deals hehehe. Fuck, Im gonna get whiplash from turning around to look at guys. Its like the made this country that hid my type...Blond, tall, well dressed ,and yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, guys...I dont want u to trip on this puddle of drool around me. Oh, my # is up!! Ticket buyin time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-281528565257896134?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/281528565257896134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-impressions-of-swedenlove-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/281528565257896134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/281528565257896134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-impressions-of-swedenlove-from.html' title='First Impressions of Sweden....love from Malmo'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-6520234751735345878</id><published>2009-07-20T10:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:52:24.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No turning back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's done....I've officially fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-6520234751735345878?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6520234751735345878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-turning-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6520234751735345878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6520234751735345878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-turning-back.html' title='No turning back...'/><author><name>Femme Fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832413544363765096</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-8683091346142660253.post-2845697121900571231</id><published>2009-07-20T06:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:39:07.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours from Sweden</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-2845697121900571231?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2845697121900571231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/hours-from-sweden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2845697121900571231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2845697121900571231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/hours-from-sweden.html' title='Hours from Sweden'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-6545239709657454460</id><published>2009-07-19T14:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:47:17.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My flying dutchman experience.....</title><content type='html'>oh my god it was a long ass weekend..........&lt;br /&gt;i got home just about an hour ago and i was craving in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shear&lt;/span&gt; this .&lt;br /&gt;(just to add i have anew shiny computer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yey&lt;/span&gt; :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to say&lt;br /&gt;say when u catch back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hungary&lt;/span&gt; ask me about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; awesome night and BEST party ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can say tel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aviv&lt;/span&gt; was AWESOME&amp;amp;LAME  all raped in one&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;elaborate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;super doper&lt;/span&gt; long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-6545239709657454460?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6545239709657454460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-flying-dutchman-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6545239709657454460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6545239709657454460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-flying-dutchman-experience.html' title='My flying dutchman experience.....'/><author><name>Classified Murderotica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248591035374782396</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-8683091346142660253.post-5885857167236785029</id><published>2009-07-18T22:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:21:03.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit...shit....SHIT!!!</title><content type='html'>God dammit....I think I'm falling....hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't deal with it....&lt;br /&gt;......just gonna end up heart broken anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..end up not getting what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...shit...shit!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-5885857167236785029?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5885857167236785029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/shitshitshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/5885857167236785029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/5885857167236785029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/shitshitshit.html' title='Shit...shit....SHIT!!!'/><author><name>Femme Fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832413544363765096</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-8683091346142660253.post-4146649804871303837</id><published>2009-07-18T08:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:04:09.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad..</title><content type='html'>Nothing more to say really. I worked hard , I pushed and barely slept for weeks on end. So close, but no cigar. I never saw it coming. I knew, KNEW....I would make it. I guess past tense is the key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wanted to tell you all of it, but I'm going to cry again, and I cant do it. I'm out of energy. I haven't cried like this in years. Not since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all thats happened - pyelonephritis shit aside, money issues, the family...who don't want me this summer either. Shock, horror, eh, people. "It's not that we don't want you to come home...it's just not the time" Oh, so what, all concern for my health gone? Dont' even want to see me? "Take this time in Sweden as a opportunity to learn and see things, S"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say friends are the family that you choose. Funnily enough, Miss 6 was kind enoough to take this lost vagabond in. Thanks for believing in me you all, but it did not quite work out as planned. Doesn't mean I'm giving up. It's not how you fall..it's how you get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you...God Bless. I love you all. Miss 6, Miss Lucifer - see u soon. =) TheZaf....thanks for yesterday. We tried to ring u back, much later...sorry about the delay. We will try again today. Is there a good time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tU7tV4GCmWw"&gt;It's a climb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Climb lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Songwriters: Alexander, J; Mabe, J;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-4146649804871303837?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4146649804871303837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/4146649804871303837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/4146649804871303837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html' title='Sad..'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-3625162846859662799</id><published>2009-07-16T21:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:42:20.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FF you need someone to TALK to!</title><content type='html'>I have to sober up and gather energy before i can read Femme Fatale's blog. Good lord woman, can't u narrow it down????? It will take me a week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3625162846859662799?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3625162846859662799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/ff-you-need-someone-to-talk-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3625162846859662799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3625162846859662799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/ff-you-need-someone-to-talk-to.html' title='FF you need someone to TALK to!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-8212129065206131225</id><published>2009-07-16T20:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:06:20.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeee.......... some more blogging and this week</title><content type='html'>finaly a day off!!!&lt;br /&gt;it feels like iv been going none stop since friday&lt;br /&gt;work -nap- party-work-show-work-sleep-work-sleep-work sleep-work-sleep-work-metal show and now day off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do i do on my day off ...... last weekend at work i met some american kid(18y.o) so we just met up today and hung around it so silly but he is such a kid but its fun :D and pluss for today i walked aboute 6Km yey i cant run much but i power walk i get my heart beat up and plus the heat here makes me  sweat like apig. if  miss6 was with me she would drool all over ... so many pumped up guys running around but im just me running around with my unshaved legs and my ipod :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so some where in all this chaos i  ran into my ex tum tum tum......the ex...... at first i felt like my heart is raceing like its looking for place to hide , for a while it hit me that i still had feeling for him,  but after that moment i took a secound look at him and he just looked BAD . what ever i use to admire and love about him is GONE. but i kinda kaybashed i wanted to go say hi to aske whats up but first he was with is new gf and secound when i saw him at the begining i just walked away so i felt stupid coming up to him but oh well . im im officaly have moved on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im stinky and i need a shower and pack a bag going to be outta town all weekend hopfully  it will be good im keeping my expaction low so i wont get heart broken like i do when i get hyped up&lt;br /&gt; k love ya all &lt;br /&gt;miss ya all&lt;br /&gt;dont go boy crazy :)&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-8212129065206131225?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8212129065206131225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeeeee-some-more-blogging-and-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/8212129065206131225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/8212129065206131225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeeeee-some-more-blogging-and-this.html' title='Weeeeee.......... some more blogging and this week'/><author><name>Classified Murderotica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248591035374782396</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-8683091346142660253.post-550614440094187488</id><published>2009-07-16T18:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:50:08.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>"do you wanna explore me further...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i answer to that text??? Fuck me, i forgot what it's like to have boys in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-550614440094187488?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/550614440094187488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/550614440094187488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/550614440094187488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-2161506863579957314</id><published>2009-07-16T18:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:31:18.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"The English Patient" moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So it's been a while..I know and I'm sorry! I just had back to back night shifts and all that so just been sleep - work - sleep - work - sleep - work for me for the past couple of weeks. Don't even know how the weeks passed... Anyhooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So, the co-worker situation.. Yeah..umm..no..I think we can consider that a no go. Frankly, I'm not into the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Cat and mouse, I'm too cool for school, I'm gona ignore u so u'll come running after me, one day I'm all on top of ur shiet and the next day I'm super cold" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;game.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;FUCK THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bitch, I'm da shiet and if u're blond ass can't recognize then u can go suck a nut and kiss my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Best sex of your life" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ass buhbye!! BUH-BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;However, there is another situation I would like to tell you about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So at my ward we have allot of "regulars"...people who have to be there for a long time cuz they need treatment of some sort on a regular basis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Whe I started working..at end of june.. There was this guy there (let's call him Joe), young, looked like he was around my age..tall..long brown hair..handsome, the type of face you see on classical cologne comercials..he never smiled..was very mute and looked like he was in allot of pain.. Frankly I thought he was one of those cold norwegians..u know what I'm talking about...so I never payed much attention to him. Anyways, so he was never MY patient so I never really got introduced or tended to him...just tried to smile and stuff when I'd see him in the hallways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I was in his room one day (4 person room) chit chatting to my co-worker...and he was just lying there..so "lifeless"...so I turned to him and just spontanously said "So how you feelin' today Joe??!!" (and u know me and my loud ass voice)..started some small talk and cracked some sarcastic jokes which he slightly grinned at.. After that I would just now and then popp into his room and just say hi and what's up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ok so this story is very long and filled with details, so just bare with me I'll try to keep it as short as I can without writing a novel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;One day I'm rushing by his door and I hear someone shout out my name (at this point I haven't even introduced myself to him so oficially he doesn't know my name)..I turn and I see it's him..so I go into his room and he asks me for a glass og milk.. I'm like "What the hell do I look like to you, your damn maid??" (obviously with a tone of humor which he gets..thank god!).. That was basically the turning point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I notice that he want's to talk to me more and more and he looks out his door whenever I pass by and well....I notice that I always go into his room and sit and talk to him..he intrigues me..one of the nurses makes a comment: "Looks like Joe, really has an eye for you Negar".. This is something that my other Co-worker also notices (and I think getting slightly jealous of and therefore started the whole cold front...get ur ego bruised a little bit did u little one?? Buu-fucking--huu!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;One day while getting my morning report about the patients I'm supposed to have on my watch, the nurses sais that Joe's "mental state" is going down.. He has been in bed for so long, lost ALLOT of weight (20 kgs in 1 month) and just not moving so his muscles are getting weaker, joints hurting and now he is starting to get slightly depressed.. I get concerned.. He isn't on my watch, but I go into his room and suggest to him that me and him take a walk out OUT (even tho he has pain walking and needs this supporting thing to lean on to walk)..I just suggest it and tell him to let me know if he is up for it and leave (me and him aren't close or anything at this point..still kinda of a "patient, nurse relationship").. so like and hour later he calls for me and I go to him and he is like: "Negar...I was thinking...you know if you aren't too bussy...I would like to try to go for that walk.." (He hasn't been out of bed for a week, except for going to the toilet or taking showers). I'm like hell yeah..come on lets go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I take him out..and I wish you could see his face when he came out and the summer night wind was blowing on his face: "Oh my god...I can't even tell you how long it's been since I've felt the wind..actual wind.." he gets quiet then: "It's so strange to think about the fact that about 1 month ago I was a 90 kilo dude, backpacking through norway, sleeping in the woods, being active..and now look at me..in the hospital, bones sticking out my body and can barely walk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't even know what to say...I just look at him and go "Shit happens" and he actually laughs... and is like "Damn, not much sympathy to get from you huh??" Me: "Stop being such a sissy boy, man up..this shit is only temporary..you'll be back to your old self in no time, I promise you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So it's about midnight (its my nightshift) and we are outside talking about everything and nothing...one hour later.. Real conversation.. Interesting conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Next day (tuesday this week), I'm back for my second night shift and the nurse giving the report goes.. "Joe is so much better today, he has had a complete 180 change in his mood. He actually made initiative to go for a walk outside with his dad and stayed out for 1 hour. He just looks much better all in all" (I'm not saying that III was the cause of this mood change...but it made me really happy to hear this). So before I start my work I go to his room to check up on him, and tell him I'll be back once I've done everything so if he is still up we can talk a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I finish all my work, get all my patients to bed and I go to check if he is still up...he is...so I get a cup of coffee and I sit on a chair and we start talking.. He actually talks about stuff..STUFF that is NOT SEX RELATED ( I know right! ) and III don't even feel the need to talk abou sex around him.. I crack jokes at him, and he presents me with dilemmas which I find soooo interesting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"Which one beverage and food would u bring with you if u deserted on an island?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; "Never taste food again or never orgasm again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We keep talking, he asks me questions...he asks ME questions...like he wants to get to know me..new one for me.. He has gotten a high dose of pain medication and he has a hard time keeping his eyes open, even tho he is still talking and totally there..so I tell him that I should probably go so he can get some sleep.. He opens up his eyes and sais: "No don't to that..stay...I want you to stay". So I stay with him until he falls asleep... (if that didn't make you go aww then you have NO HEART!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Crazy day at work..it was constant hustle hustle so I didn't get to go and say hi to him.. I see him being rolled out of his room so I rush over to see whats up.. Now they think he has gotten pneumonia on top of his condition so he is going to X-ray....bummer...last thing he needs.. So while he is gona I thought I'd make a little surprise for him, so I blow up a glove, draw a face on is and tie it to the chair in his room...as a substitute for me when I'm not there LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm getting off my shift, and he still isn't back so I'm guessing I wont get to see him before I go. A friend of his comes to visit and I tell him he is in X-ray and to just wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So 3.30..time to get off work..I quickly brush by his door and I see he is there..but he is sitting with friends and I don't wana disturb so I walk by. But I notice he sees me so I back up and go in and ask him how everything went. He quickly introduces me to his friend and points to the balloon..I kinda get embarassed and go "Yeah..you know..it's like Tom Hank's "Wilson", you know..someone you can talk to those days I'm not there to entertain you"... His friend's smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He looks at my bag and goes "You're leaving already????" "Already? I've been here all day Joe..it's almost 4 and I ended work 30 min ago" Chit chat, chit chat.. I say it was nice meeting his friends, for him to take care and that I'll see him in the morning...and I leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And now...I kinda feel like driving over to the hospital to drop in on him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well that was my little "The English Patient" story (if you've seen the movie)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-2161506863579957314?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2161506863579957314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/english-patient-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2161506863579957314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2161506863579957314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/english-patient-moment.html' title='&quot;The English Patient&quot; moment...'/><author><name>Femme Fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832413544363765096</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-8683091346142660253.post-1094856394996682376</id><published>2009-07-16T17:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:58:54.477+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You all KNOW me!!</title><content type='html'>I won't surprise ya'll..... you will just laugh, bc you all know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;- well, no i should start from the beginning. I work at this restaurant, right? One day this cute guy comes there, and I go like &lt;strong&gt;"damn, that's one hottie!".&lt;/strong&gt; So, being out w Miss Lucifer  last weekend, i showed him to her.  And guess what! Being blonde and gymfreak pays off for her.. -she knows him! So, she contacts him, telling him one of her friends' (me) asked if he was single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, exhanged numbers and several texts later, we decide to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halleluja! Or.... &lt;strong&gt;no, in my world "FUCK!"&lt;/strong&gt; I got so nervous i wouldn't remember my freakin' name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have a lovely therapy to stress down. Since it shouldn't have been too much of virginity for me to (maybe) kiss that cute dude, i had to relieve some steam. (Even kissing is veeeery far away from what i'm used to, when we're talking about human contact!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when&lt;strong&gt; my coworker and i were in the storage room,&lt;/strong&gt; i ask him if he wants a chewing gum. He says yes. So, i tell him to come and get it, and i give it to him... by &lt;strong&gt;mouth&lt;/strong&gt;. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;Then i meet up w this guy for our &lt;strong&gt;'date' (that word even gives me the shivers!)&lt;/strong&gt; and he is really nice... And we watch a movie at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ' since we're both loving tattoos... he has to &lt;strong&gt;take his shirt off&lt;/strong&gt; and show them to me (duh!). Ehm.... after that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some 'nice' things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; occur... &lt;strong&gt;But, being me&lt;/strong&gt; leads to the following; after about &lt;strong&gt;2 min&lt;/strong&gt; and then again after &lt;strong&gt;5 min&lt;/strong&gt; I just stop, and say..."i gotta go!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you can laugh now... I think also, somewhere in the middle, i even bursted out that it's been a looooong time since i had a halfnaked man so close onto me.... i was&lt;strong&gt; terrified&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;i left,&lt;/strong&gt; quickly as hell, and almost ran home, on the phone w Miss Lucifer all the way. After some hysterical laughing, screaming and crying i ended my day w nutella och icecream in the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't repeat a day like that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-1094856394996682376?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/1094856394996682376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-all-know-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/1094856394996682376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/1094856394996682376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-all-know-me.html' title='You all KNOW me!!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-6017674993612396819</id><published>2009-07-11T15:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:59:11.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More Debtown</title><content type='html'>Ok, no kissing and spider legs arounud me. Running???? NYW dont run - FYI - so never ask me to do it - or go swimming. I hate that too. But the latter, I am forcing myself to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femme Fatale....umm waiting to see ur Carpe Diem moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, love this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4X6JMJQU3g"&gt;song from Karpe Diem&lt;/a&gt;...only half get what they are saying. Is it just me or does that Brown Guy call himself a f-ing gay ass? Scandies, speak up please. Song is CATCHY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And also found that Norway has a country channel...They played one of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b26wu3Ms34M"&gt;my fav songs ever. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TlFjgsx9VY"&gt;And this one:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to studying. But the rest of my update  &lt;br /&gt;*I am so grateful for all the support I've been getting - y'all included. I'll  make u proud, just wait! &lt;br /&gt;*Picked up my red,red, dress today from the Tailor's - had to have it taken in again - YAY!! Wait till Golya Ball...I'm steppin out!&lt;br /&gt;* EXHAUSTED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Making North African chicken tonight. &lt;br /&gt;* Loads of madddd love for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to take a moment of silence for the continued tragedy in Debtown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-6017674993612396819?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/6017674993612396819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-debtown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6017674993612396819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/6017674993612396819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-debtown.html' title='More Debtown'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-4156785802870229885</id><published>2009-07-10T19:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:51:20.947+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeee........ blogging :D</title><content type='html'>So Yeah .....&lt;br /&gt;Finaly have some new kick ass music it makes me happy :D.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a run yesterday.... and the more that im here i could really not give a damn about people here&lt;b&gt;, i fucked up my social life and its only me to blame&lt;/b&gt; but if thats so anyhow i'm going to be 90% of the time  in deb and any where else so what ever ....grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its seems like a good day to burn bridge or two as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to continue this new life i'v started cus its seems much brighter and more user freindly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-4156785802870229885?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4156785802870229885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeeee-blogging-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/4156785802870229885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/4156785802870229885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeeee-blogging-d.html' title='Weeeee........ blogging :D'/><author><name>Classified Murderotica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10248591035374782396</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-8683091346142660253.post-7518076574914285498</id><published>2009-07-10T01:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:27:24.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I accidently kissed my former babysitter.</title><content type='html'>Noticing eachother and not saying hi.&lt;br /&gt;He moves in to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: -So i can't touch your boobs...? (He's moving towards me)&lt;br /&gt;Me: -No.&lt;br /&gt;H: -And i can't touch your ass..? (he's moving closer)&lt;br /&gt;Me: - M-hm... (i'm starting to wonder where's he's going with this..)&lt;br /&gt;H: -so then....? (he leans in to kiss me - probably not expecting me to pick up on it first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kiss him quickly and he goes away. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish all problems could be solved like this! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-7518076574914285498?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/7518076574914285498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-just-happen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/7518076574914285498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/7518076574914285498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-just-happen.html' title='I accidently kissed my former babysitter.'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-3690526564050407357</id><published>2009-07-09T08:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:45:37.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderlegs</title><content type='html'>All i see is Spiderlegs, here there and everywhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3690526564050407357?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3690526564050407357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiderlegs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3690526564050407357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3690526564050407357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/spiderlegs.html' title='Spiderlegs'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-2318016742090210036</id><published>2009-07-08T07:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:53:39.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Self proclaimed prophesy...</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a totally new  attitude today thinking "I'm gonna give this self-proclaimed prophecy thing a try. From now on my motto will be: I want it, therefore I will get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for updates! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-2318016742090210036?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2318016742090210036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-proclaimed-prophesy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2318016742090210036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2318016742090210036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-proclaimed-prophesy.html' title='Self proclaimed prophesy...'/><author><name>Femme Fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00832413544363765096</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-8683091346142660253.post-3006452862560198217</id><published>2009-07-07T23:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:50:36.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>wow...</title><content type='html'>I went to work today. No, before that i went pre-shopping. And after work i went shopping. But between that, while working, i just saw  a man of my dreams.... wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3006452862560198217?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3006452862560198217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3006452862560198217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3006452862560198217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title='wow...'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-5034451457700664860</id><published>2009-07-07T11:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:51:54.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the Ed Office</title><content type='html'>biophys cant sign my lecture book bc tuition issue...cant sort that until i get the right fax # and not until after 3pm.... tried calling upstairs office, but they are on lunch and wont ans their fuckin phone....aniko says i still need approval from dean to take exams but dont see why now that i passed biojizz and have all prereqs....but cant get approval from dean until lecture book filled in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-5034451457700664860?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/5034451457700664860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-ed-office.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/5034451457700664860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/5034451457700664860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-ed-office.html' title='I hate the Ed Office'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-3462714856294942657</id><published>2009-07-07T10:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:30:17.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Debtown News...since I am the only one left</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="zemanta-img" style="margin: 1em; float: right; display: block; width: 175px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchbase.com/company/the-walt-disney-company"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crunchbase.com/assets/images/resized/0001/0929/10929v1-max-450x450.png" alt="Image representing The Walt Disney Company as ..." style="border: medium none ; display: block;" width="165" height="81"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zemanta-img-attribution"&gt;Image via &lt;a href="http://www.crunchbase.com"&gt;CrunchBase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Miss 6!! My other updates are gone...sigh...it wasn't that interesting anyway. So what's up now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuro&lt;br /&gt;Neuro&lt;br /&gt;Neuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to hear from both part of the Ed office to confirm I can take the exam tomm. They better or I am going all Israeli on their asses. I learned from the best (Ms. S.Z), and my mother for that matter. I will simply take a rolling pin in hand , just like my mom used to do. It works..trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Neuroanatomy and histo in the morning, and physio/biochem in the afternoon and then review!!! I am going to do well tomorrow. I feel it in my bones. It kinda hurts. My cousin send me daily msgs about when I will come home...Nothing says guilt like a child. I'm trying, darling, Im trying!! "Sajju akka, don't make me ride the rides by myself at Disney world!!" Awwww....PILE ON THE GUILT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, spoke to DaRoomie and F. last night and both seemed worried about me. They think I need to get out of the house more or talk to someone.ut I did! I talked to Miss 6, N.G. and peeps from home yest. And went to dinner w/ Omri last night. DUDE is MADDD funny. But walking in to Vapiano, I saw ev. person I could care less to see...needless to say...brown crowd was out en masse. Ick. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently (according to DaRoomie and F) I was talking really fast. But c'mon, I always talk fast, and when I am rushing from one place to another, I tend to match my speed of talk to my speed of walk. I am not stressed abt exams, just anything that stops me from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like paying rent, and running out of milk, or having to cook (and dont say order, bc I am not going home FAT after working so hard to drop weight), or bank issues or tuition or lecture book or God knows what other mission the Ed office will send me on next. URGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to KILL F.'s neighbors. Woman asked me if I was pregnant this morning. Because of the zits on my face, and b/c of my loose shirts and she says I'm glowing. No idea where the pimples are coming from, but the loose shirts are cooler. And I'm not glowing, I'm SWEATING! It's freakin HOT!!! Just to clarify - I am not pregnant. Oh, god. You don't say that to someone for Pete's sake. It's freakin me out a little. Gets my overactive mind thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Dumbrecen. Want out of here. SWEDEN, here I come!!! Men of Sweden, watch out - the American is invading! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 10px; height: 15px;" class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;a class="zemanta-pixie-a" href="http://reblog.zemanta.com/zemified/f48eec92-58b9-4dde-852a-505622afc979/" title="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; float: right;" class="zemanta-pixie-img" src="http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=f48eec92-58b9-4dde-852a-505622afc979" alt="Reblog this post [with Zemanta]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="zem-script more-related pretty-attribution"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://static.zemanta.com/readside/loader.js" defer="defer"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-3462714856294942657?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/3462714856294942657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/debtown-newssince-i-am-only-one-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3462714856294942657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/3462714856294942657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/debtown-newssince-i-am-only-one-left.html' title='Debtown News...since I am the only one left'/><author><name>NewWrldYankee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17704020789725774841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y5WT-itG2nI/SlCSb1aJh7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/omPNZWOliE4/S220/DSC_0114.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-859552744118024936</id><published>2009-07-06T20:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:14:47.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister &lt;/span&gt;Miss6 this weekend111111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-859552744118024936?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/859552744118024936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-to-visit-sister-miss6-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/859552744118024936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/859552744118024936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-to-visit-sister-miss6-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02342121483797300382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L94ch1zf7bs/SlCPq2m469I/AAAAAAAAAAM/C7N8De-8kXU/S220/lollo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-8597026351816135993</id><published>2009-07-05T18:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:26:26.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate or spinning; that is the question!</title><content type='html'>After happily indulging in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200 g of marabou &lt;/span&gt;and chocolate cake the last 2 days, i finally got my big jiucy ass to the gym. Spinning. I was overheated already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the warm-up (had to ride a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; bike there and it's fast so i couldn't just go half-power, you know what i mean?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm trying to convince myself to always chose the gym, it had the greatest 'adverse' effects....in comparison to candy. You only get pain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And what do we think about pain?&lt;/span&gt; WE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; IT, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And i need the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;endorphins&lt;/span&gt;, since i'm not getting it from anywhere else. Although during the last week,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; i found 40plus-ers that i'd like to engage in some endorphin-producing activities w...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you guys know me.... i'm sticking w the other sweaty and tachycardic activities.... I even forget how to spell szex.....zecs.....sechs......eh wtf!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-8597026351816135993?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/8597026351816135993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/chocolate-or-spinning-that-is-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/8597026351816135993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/8597026351816135993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/chocolate-or-spinning-that-is-question.html' title='Chocolate or spinning; that is the question!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-4668748880718107566</id><published>2009-07-05T15:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:23:59.616+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Kalmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello. &lt;/span&gt;If&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; u &lt;/span&gt;dont&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;i'm&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Miss Lucifer&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Miss 6's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;sister.&lt;br /&gt;Im&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; back from Gotland &lt;/span&gt;where&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;big&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;political&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;event&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;been&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;during&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;week.&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;beeing&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;home&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;again&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;having&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;little&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; monsters back in &lt;/span&gt;bed&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; :P (just &lt;/span&gt;cats&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boys&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;girls&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;that&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; matter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;im&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;only&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doing&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;workout&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;dont&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;energy&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;else.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So... &lt;/span&gt;i'm&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;staying&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;bed&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;watching&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;NipTuck&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; all &lt;/span&gt;day&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; till I &lt;/span&gt;go&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;work&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tonight&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;yeeey&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All out// &lt;/span&gt;MissLucifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-4668748880718107566?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/4668748880718107566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-kalmar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/4668748880718107566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/4668748880718107566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-kalmar.html' title='Back in Kalmar'/><author><name>Miss Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02342121483797300382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L94ch1zf7bs/SlCPq2m469I/AAAAAAAAAAM/C7N8De-8kXU/S220/lollo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683091346142660253.post-2357228922635640436</id><published>2009-07-05T13:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:19:56.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME ladies!</title><content type='html'>Since we can't be together IRL right now, i designed this little blog for us to spread our hearts and spill our guts, just to enably our lives to go on as usual... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take  a couple of minutes each day to put a few words down, and let the rest of us see what you're up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexxxy love from sweden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8683091346142660253-2357228922635640436?l=mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/feeds/2357228922635640436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2357228922635640436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8683091346142660253/posts/default/2357228922635640436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygirlsandtheuniverse.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-ladies.html' title='WELCOME ladies!'/><author><name>Miss 6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03158898322523415825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6PZmujmTDA/SlCN3oCWJMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KCq6-GY5jcE/S220/svartvit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
