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term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='Karl Lagarfeld'/><category term='parents'/><category term='into the wild'/><category term='babyz'/><category term='passion'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='The Sandman'/><category term='my death'/><category term='alexandre'/><category term='madonna'/><category term='february is weird'/><category term='men'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='post-shock traumatic'/><category term='semi-autistic'/><category term='school.'/><category term='finals'/><category term='siri  hustvedt'/><category term='super cool stuff'/><category term='Blindness'/><category term='amazing stuff'/><category term='courtney love'/><category term='Dexter'/><category term='money'/><category term='Freud'/><title type='text'>Its all so sugarless</title><subtitle type='html'>Diamond hard promises and million dollar pills</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2387367412634666430</id><published>2009-08-04T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:25:25.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siri  hustvedt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SniZHXfRf-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/djGTtYXxxAA/s1600-h/10907836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366207307855265762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SniZHXfRf-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/djGTtYXxxAA/s200/10907836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'How does one love so much blankness?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far 2009 has been the best litteracy year since forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank you, you pretty books of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2387367412634666430?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2387367412634666430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2387367412634666430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-does-one-love-so-much-blankness-so.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SniZHXfRf-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/djGTtYXxxAA/s72-c/10907836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-840168503846357864</id><published>2009-07-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:36:36.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murakami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'C'est quand on ne peut plus le faire que cela devient dangereux. Alors les émotions s'accumulent à l'intérieur du corps et se durcissent. Toutes sortes de sentiments se figent et meurent à l'intérieur du corps. Et c'est terrible.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-840168503846357864?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/840168503846357864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/840168503846357864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/07/cest-quand-on-ne-peut-plus-le-faire-que.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6167781783441935494</id><published>2009-04-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:57:38.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfecteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride and prejudice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Bennet:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Darcy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nor I. My aunt--Elizabeth Bennet: Yes, she was here.Mr. Darcy: How can I ever make amends for such behiavor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After what you have done for Lydia, and I suspect  for Jane also, it is I who should be making amends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Darcy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You must know,  surely you must know, it was all for you. You are to generous to trifle with me.  I believe you spoke with my aunt last night and it has taught me to hope as i  had scarcly allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were  last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but  one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings had  changed, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I&lt;br /&gt;love...I love... I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day  on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth Bennet:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well then... [takes Mr. Darcy's hands and kisses them] Your hands are cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Darcy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [nods]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6167781783441935494?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6167781783441935494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6167781783441935494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/04/elizabeth-bennet-i-couldnt-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2125141794862261914</id><published>2009-03-18T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:09:12.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siri  hustvedt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n45/n226889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n45/n226889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book im reading right now, and it's everything i ever wanted to feel while reading a book. It's so good and delicious that i want to live inside it. The perfection of this book makes me see all the imperfections, flaws and wrongs of myself, my life, my body, my thoughts. Suddenly im terribly depressed and the only thing that makes me feel anything good is this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's oh so good. Probably the best book i'll read in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although it seems so silly to say this out of no where. But rip Natasha Richardson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2125141794862261914?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2125141794862261914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2125141794862261914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-book-im-reading-right-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-135735848181033652</id><published>2009-02-19T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:19:58.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super dramatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexdreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin spacey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a69.g.akamai.net/n/69/10688/v1/img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/65/53/77/18920462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a69.g.akamai.net/n/69/10688/v1/img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/rsz/434/x/x/x/medias/nmedia/18/65/53/77/18920462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how dreams are weird. Two nights ago i had a dream about fucking with Kevin Spacey and it was so good. That was a quality dream, with a real plot. Kinda like a soft porn movie but with hardcore fucking. I used to daydream and be in love with him when The negociator came out. I thought he was the dreamiest-most-perfect-man ever. So this was really lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then last night i dreamed that i was raped multiple times. Also there was a real plot. And in it, i wouldnt tell anyone who it was, but only giving hints, while still being around the man. Then at the very end of it, i was telling everyone who it was and what happened, and nobody would beleive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, overall very shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-135735848181033652?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/135735848181033652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/135735848181033652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-how-dreams-are-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2815979264909001697</id><published>2009-02-15T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:20:47.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahahah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that the last time i wrote here was hours before i got sick. So sick i had things coming out of my body in 3 different holes at the very same time. And then i did the hospital thing and everything got better...-NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got a job! A steady job! It's not with babies and doesnt involved changing diapers, and thats fucking too bad because i miss it. Im just tired...school is kicking my ass, work is kicking my ass, im kicking my own ass too. My doctor decided to reduced the amount of sleeping medication i take- which makes me go to bed at 3 am.... I can't see my boyfriend because he works, and i work, and i go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes...now i realized that im stuck with the same people. Because its a program, i will see the very same people for another 10 months....which fucking sucks. Because... because...theres some people that are basically tracking my moves in class. Oh she's late! Oh she's didnt come to class- again! Oh what a needy bitch! She's always tired! Well well well whatever. I dont know if its because im too nice or because i usually dont care about other people but FUCK ME, i don't care if people come to class, if they're late, if they email teachers etc etc. It's college, you pay and everything else is your own business. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think some people are retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2815979264909001697?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2815979264909001697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2815979264909001697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-realized-that-last-time-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8438412344637559671</id><published>2009-01-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:55:28.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semi-autistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chesthair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost terrible how reading about something interesting makes me happy to be alive in this world. I want to be surrended by books and magazines and internets and pretty useless things that are lovely to look at. I want to have cats and take care of them as they would take care of me. I want to have a job that doesnt kill my spirit and earns me money. I want to have more money so i can buy all these material things that are not-so-material at the end. I want to gain independance, slowly but surely from my parents. Cos one day i want to have my own place where i'll put my own things, all these lovely things to look at. I want to take care of my insides so that my outside looks better so that i love better my bf. I don't want to change the world, i just want my world to be better. This is a good feeling, im trying, im hoping. My personal doom mixed with hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8438412344637559671?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8438412344637559671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8438412344637559671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-almost-terrible-how-reading-about.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1837007641806178686</id><published>2008-12-31T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:26:52.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SVs6jM5pF4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/NelX6xgC6Xk/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285882964082235266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SVs6jM5pF4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/NelX6xgC6Xk/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my head is buzzing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1837007641806178686?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1837007641806178686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1837007641806178686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-sleep-my-head-is-buzzing.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SVs6jM5pF4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/NelX6xgC6Xk/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5379103097611415766</id><published>2008-12-29T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:21:00.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahahah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SVmvfOQgs5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/u5BWhTg0rBo/s1600-h/4233122.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285448588634141586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SVmvfOQgs5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/u5BWhTg0rBo/s320/4233122.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that my friends are putting 2008's lists. What was good, what was bad, what was terribleee. And theyre making more list for 2009. What they want, what they hope, what they need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought about this for 3 minutes, because ive been doing everything in the last few days to no thing about this at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i can say is that 2008 was the first year in over 5 years where i had not one single session with my therapist. 2008 was the year where i lost my dearest most precious job and face financial insecurities on my own. That was so hard, mentally it is so hard. 2008 was the year where i studied something that is going to get me a real job. That was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 months were a blur with working and studying and not seeing my bf a lot. I remember 3 months of hardcore study for my homosexuality paper. I remember a lot of rain...i remember mini breakdowns. But i remember some good times too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a year of transition i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2009...i wish myself good grades. I want to kick serious ass at school. I wanna keep working for Renaud-Bray cos i like it and i like the 30% off. I want to breathe better, i want to stop having this sick feeling in my stomach i get so many times. And i dont want to be scared anymore. Cos im still am all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5379103097611415766?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5379103097611415766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5379103097611415766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-noticed-that-my-friends-are-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SVmvfOQgs5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/u5BWhTg0rBo/s72-c/4233122.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5950419412906168123</id><published>2008-12-28T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:48:19.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of the year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best of  2008&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn after reading; Mama mia!; The bank Job; Iron Man; Wanted;  Happy go lucky; Vicky Cristina Barcelona; WALL-E; The Dark Knight; Doubt; The reader; Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Television&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OZ; Dexter; Top Chef; Project runaway; Damages; Mad Men; My so-called life; Witch Hunter Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post-birthday world by Lionel Shriver; The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath; The absitence teacher by Tom Perrotta; Blindness by Jose Saramago; Queen of fashion by Caroline Werber; Twilight by Stephanie Meyer; A song of ice and fire saga by George R.R. Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabuki; Fables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santogold; Goldfrapp; Kings of Leon; Wilco; Queen; Rufus Wainwright; Mylene Farmer; David Bowie; Les Chansons d'amours soundtrack; Sia, Radiohead, Kayne West; Dido; Radiohead; Lady Gaga; Katy Perry, Wolfsheim, Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tim Gunn; Freddy Mercury; Robert Pattisson; Nicole Kidman; Claire Danes; Michelle Obama, The new president of the United-States; Karl Lagerfeld; Vanessa Paradis; Brian Molko; Philip SH.; Girls Aloud; Tina Fey; Robert Downey Jr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5950419412906168123?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5950419412906168123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5950419412906168123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-of-20083-movies-burn-after-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7271879628260429268</id><published>2008-11-28T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:52:11.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert pattison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet is really good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critique.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw twilight for free on the internets. And i must say i was surprised because it didnt sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's still cheesy but that's really the beauty of the book. They really toned down the 'fanfiction' side of Twilight. And they took actors who are not 'plastic beauties'. The vampire guy, can look almost ugly from a certain angle, and the girl can look like a lesbian but still they are both gorgeous to look at. Because let's face it, this movie is all apparences. It's not deep, it's not remotly close to our reality. There's no hidden messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only about a really really good looking young, vergetarian and virgin vampire. A virgin because he still beleives likes he's in the late 1800s. Veggie, cos he doesnt want to be a monster, so he only drinks animal blood. And get this: he fucking glitters and sparkles when its sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its laughable, but the movie somehow made it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give Twilight: B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7271879628260429268?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7271879628260429268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7271879628260429268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-saw-twilight-for-free-on-internets.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7838546339751320634</id><published>2008-11-15T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:08:05.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marie Antoinnette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barak Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Lagarfeld'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah, im tired.&lt;br /&gt;But im making money. Not a lot but just enough to consummate material things again.&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to Michelle Obama right now, and i love her. She's so articulate and awesome and Obama gets to f*** her like everynight. This is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month worth of school to go and this semester is over. I never had that many A+ so it's going well. I also had a C-. That i never had in my entire university life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, i want Marie-Antoinette, Karl Lagerfeld, Madonna, a kitty, hello kitty and dvds. That's my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7838546339751320634?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7838546339751320634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7838546339751320634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/11/bah-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1066178272935854810</id><published>2008-11-04T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:08:53.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viva obama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SRDVeqNUfuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UlJF-bsirPU/s1600-h/9652482.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264942687099059938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SRDVeqNUfuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UlJF-bsirPU/s320/9652482.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Americans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the world down, don't let ignorance, hate and religion win again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vote Obama-Biden. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1066178272935854810?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1066178272935854810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1066178272935854810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-americans-dont-let-world-down-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SRDVeqNUfuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UlJF-bsirPU/s72-c/9652482.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7170958013519327392</id><published>2008-10-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:47:10.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morissey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pretty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1518/attachmentjx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 782px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/1518/attachmentjx4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morrissey is planning to begin work on his autobiography, he has revealed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the interview Morrissey was also drawn to comment on new album "Year of Refusal"."It's fantastically strong. It's very, very strong and it's interesting for me after all these years, but it's the strongest," he said.The new album is expected to arrive in February 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Steven Patrick Morrissey &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7170958013519327392?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7170958013519327392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7170958013519327392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/10/morrissey-is-planning-to-begin-work-on.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5418824014946737878</id><published>2008-10-21T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:03:34.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet is really good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanessa paradis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viva obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah palin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SP5asJ1D5oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mmyRnEw3308/s1600-h/vanessa-paradis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259741129414534786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SP5asJ1D5oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mmyRnEw3308/s320/vanessa-paradis.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited for this one. My love for Vanessa Paradis came out of nowhere but i can't help finding her pictures flawless. She's just so fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hum i haven't updated a lot...i guess it's because of school which is ok. Today though was really gorgeous, with this really dark grey sky and light rain. And for the first time in forever i didnt felt the need to suppress the outside noise with headphones. The sound of today was perfect. Almost symetric, i know this sound like bullshit but everything about today was fine. It was far from perfect and happy but it was just flowing without stressed or worries or little red lights back in the head. Lovely feeling to feel ok and at peace for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw OBAMA-BIDEN 08 !!!&lt;3!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it. but the McCain/Palin ticket is aware that they simply cannot win in terms of policy so have resorted to a campaign of fear and racism, planting seeds of hate in some very fertile ignorant American minds. Words like "terrorist," "Muslim," and "Communist" are thrown around without warrant in an attempt to paint Obama as someone who cannot be trusted, which is not a very difficult thing for some Americans considering America's racial history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND Sarah Palin thinks that dinosaurs and humans coexisted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Republicans annoys me beyond words. And i can't to feel sad for that guy i know who pretty innocently told me that he had no idea who was Palin, Joe Biden, Obama etc. We live in a world where theres internet and you dont know whos for running for presidency in the USA? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Republicans annoys me, closed minded people annoys me. Urgh. But theres Vanessa Paradis who brings back the pretty so i guess things will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5418824014946737878?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5418824014946737878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5418824014946737878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-excited-for-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SP5asJ1D5oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/mmyRnEw3308/s72-c/vanessa-paradis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6497031499801351560</id><published>2008-10-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:15:19.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SPYzLiKmOcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ERBHRaOxn0k/s1600-h/14.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257445888244464066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SPYzLiKmOcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ERBHRaOxn0k/s320/14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madonna and Guy Richie are getting a divorce!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am i even updating because of this...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im pretty lame, but this can only remind me that i never saw her live. And that i must see her next time she tours. She's 50 now...hopefully she'll keep touring till she's 60. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6497031499801351560?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6497031499801351560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6497031499801351560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/10/madonna-and-guy-richie-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SPYzLiKmOcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ERBHRaOxn0k/s72-c/14.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5439641367373998266</id><published>2008-10-06T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:45:03.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bombs are louder than words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5439641367373998266?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5439641367373998266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5439641367373998266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/10/bombs-are-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3852798811695026269</id><published>2008-09-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:57:43.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mccain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viva obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='republicans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched some of the presidential debate. If the republicans wins...i can't even bring myself to think about it. I want to understand though, i want valid answers: how can someone approve of McCain and Palin. How can someone can take seriously McCain after nominating Palin. How how who what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Canada, the USA are right under me, and it may scares me very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3852798811695026269?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3852798811695026269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3852798811695026269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-watched-some-of-presidential-debate.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7582074376987119376</id><published>2008-09-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:22:37.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kings of leon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SNWeee6aOXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iQmP-0ibrgI/s1600-h/402004hoffman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248275187301497202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SNWeee6aOXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iQmP-0ibrgI/s320/402004hoffman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol @ at my pictures choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my best Young Black Independant woman act last night and stopped working after an hour at my new job. It was a joke; the people were creepy, odd and desesperate. Which im not. I refuse to give a part of my spirit for 9 $ an hour. I prefer to be broke and go to my classes and study to get a job were i won't feel like a prostitute selling souls on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time you get a phone call in the middle of your dinner, you tell that person to fuck off. Im serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly feel very inspired for school. School is awesome. Don't drop out kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the new Kings Of Leon cd is the best cd of the year so far. Far far behind is Madonna's Hard Candy. Fuck im still listening to same stuff as i was listening in 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7582074376987119376?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7582074376987119376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7582074376987119376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-at-my-pictures-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SNWeee6aOXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iQmP-0ibrgI/s72-c/402004hoffman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1798141788928285659</id><published>2008-09-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:09:50.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saying no to a guy who asks you out, makes you feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Just terrible. Like i cut off his arm or something.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the male population would never tried to ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;Always, let me do the asking out part. I found out that even though im shy, stressed out, scared, afraid of rejection. I will do it if you interest me. I did it for my last two bfs. And the last one, i hit the absolute jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else, go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1798141788928285659?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1798141788928285659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1798141788928285659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/09/saying-no-to-guy-who-asks-you-out-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7604821577024191179</id><published>2008-09-11T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:04:24.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semi-autistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SMncBQC9InI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kdvbNC0WQto/s1600-h/secretary17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244965155094995570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SMncBQC9InI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kdvbNC0WQto/s320/secretary17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg today someone told me that i looked like a semi-autistic musical kind of girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaa omg im still laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is awesome this is so awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know im not normal to be happy about being called semi-autistic BUT it describe my personal bubble so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahahaha &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7604821577024191179?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7604821577024191179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7604821577024191179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/09/omg-today-someone-told-me-that-i-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SMncBQC9InI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kdvbNC0WQto/s72-c/secretary17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8972093569516387343</id><published>2008-08-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:23:33.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SLTWm2L5STI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tf-evLWGa4o/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239048229407508786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SLTWm2L5STI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tf-evLWGa4o/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je m'ennuis de mon ours . :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8972093569516387343?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8972093569516387343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8972093569516387343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/08/je-mennuis-de-mon-ours.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SLTWm2L5STI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tf-evLWGa4o/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2852225879222024565</id><published>2008-08-18T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:20:27.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in confuseness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SKl24CiUPrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qXv7GzPj1zI/s1600-h/000wc055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235846746920468146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SKl24CiUPrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qXv7GzPj1zI/s320/000wc055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La mer c'est la même tout le temps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avec le même vent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'dis ça, j'suis pas le marin, j'suis pas le vent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je connais des poissons contents &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ils ont l'air content &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais qu'est-ce que j'pourrais bien faire dedans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toutes ces choses qui m'viennent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toutes ces choses qui m'quittent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ces choses qui m'reviennent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ces choses qui m're-quittent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faudrait qu'ça m'revienne avant qu'ça m'passe vite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior Suite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L'amour, on compare ça souvent à un océan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'dis ça, j'suis pas le bateau, j'suis pas d'dans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J'ai quelques amis navigants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ils sont navigants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moi j'ai déjà tellement d'eau qui fout le camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toutes ces choses qui m'viennent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toutes ces choses qui m'quittent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ces choses qui m'reviennent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ces choses qui m're-quittent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faudrait qu'ça m'reprenne avant qu'ça m'passe vite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior Suite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2852225879222024565?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2852225879222024565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2852225879222024565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-mer-cest-la-mme-tout-le-temps-avec.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SKl24CiUPrI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qXv7GzPj1zI/s72-c/000wc055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3504633896494798835</id><published>2008-08-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:46:47.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy v'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='v for vendetta'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SKZaiP3BXBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QBa1RiqQJ6o/s1600-h/vforvendetta3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234971161284140050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SKZaiP3BXBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QBa1RiqQJ6o/s320/vforvendetta3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;V for vendetta is such a romantic movie &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3504633896494798835?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3504633896494798835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3504633896494798835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/08/v-for-vendetta-is-such-romantic-movie-3.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SKZaiP3BXBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QBa1RiqQJ6o/s72-c/vforvendetta3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8482810396560907311</id><published>2008-08-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:47:06.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morissey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJ83KeqOiOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UXA0NJ6FGHc/s1600-h/16288690.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232961945196202210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJ83KeqOiOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UXA0NJ6FGHc/s320/16288690.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im doing much much better. For all you folks that feel a little on the cuckkoo side sometimes, i think the best thing for you (and for me as well) is to have several conversations with someone who's truely out of his-her mind. Someone who took too many drugs in this life to see the difference between black and white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, don't do this just for the fun of it, cos it's not fun. It's rather sad and pathetic and scary but after a moment you feel this sanity bliss going through your whole mind and body and soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you feel rather proud of yourself cosyou could have end up like this person. Insanity is never far away from us, in a blink of a second you can turn your life upside down. But you made it, you're after all- pretty normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put a Morrissey icon just cos he's pretty. And this blog needs more pretty. I love Morrissey, i think my next blog entry should be about my love for Morrissey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8482810396560907311?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8482810396560907311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8482810396560907311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-doing-much-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJ83KeqOiOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UXA0NJ6FGHc/s72-c/16288690.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2476331983350602954</id><published>2008-08-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:12:20.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sylvia plath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahahah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJ0IIX3HmdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r-cBHXjgGEU/s1600-h/sylvia07.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232347282011560402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJ0IIX3HmdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r-cBHXjgGEU/s320/sylvia07.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch some of the opening ceremony of the summer games- i couldn't stop crying. I was like oh its allergies! How can i explain to them how sad i am right now. So sad that tears comes out at any given time, like...the opening ceremony! My head hurts, i just want to hide under my bed or even better, in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out today was painful, lifting my toothbrush was painful. Soon i'll be back at school and working at some random part-time job and it will be painful. So how can i make myself feel things less painfully? Because i swear sometimes- even though it sounds out-of-thid-world-silly, This life: IT'S TOO HARD, too bright, too dark, too gray, too rough, too slow, too quick, too cold, too loud, too complicated, too retarded, too doubleside, too mean, too nice, too everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not enough money, too fat, too stupid, not artistic, not fucking trilanguale, not gay enough, too straight, too helpless, etc etc etc etc etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;List: 5 things i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sylvia Plath's private journals (depression! hate her mother! wants to fuck around like men! impeccable talent!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim Gunn in Project Runaway (DESIGNERZZ, how adorable is he? i want to hug him and pet him and make him my favorite uncle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;V-necks on men (epic!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oz's final season (EPICCC!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vogue Paris ( worth the 11$ spent each month on it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2476331983350602954?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2476331983350602954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2476331983350602954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-watch-some-of-opening-ceremony-of.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJ0IIX3HmdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/r-cBHXjgGEU/s72-c/sylvia07.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1656340072227126622</id><published>2008-08-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:03:39.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230753498482710274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJdel9ixlwI/AAAAAAAAANw/XiB2B6L_j_A/s320/crazycatlady(1).jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;i.want.one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1656340072227126622?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1656340072227126622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1656340072227126622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SJdel9ixlwI/AAAAAAAAANw/XiB2B6L_j_A/s72-c/crazycatlady(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8867576967029213408</id><published>2008-07-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:22:18.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SI_sPu8iJDI/AAAAAAAAANo/XchJipROo50/s1600-h/10ek0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228657447444554802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SI_sPu8iJDI/AAAAAAAAANo/XchJipROo50/s320/10ek0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have two hundred couches where you can sleep tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tired for 3 years and a half. You ask me how am i and i want to tell you all that im tired, so tired. I've been waiting to find the right time to hibernate but i found out that im not an animal living in the wildness but a simple human being living in a capitalism society. I thought these two entities were the same kind. Oh how i wish to sleep through life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it must be the easy way out . But im not strong and never been prepared for all this to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ones i love, the things i love, captured my whole soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and makes me put on my mask when i wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't go into hibernation, a dear lovely coma sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i cant do that to them, to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, my friend with all seriousness sent to her bf a Britney Spears Ballad, describing her love for him. Well im sure her love is very deep indead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8867576967029213408?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8867576967029213408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8867576967029213408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-two-hundred-couches-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SI_sPu8iJDI/AAAAAAAAANo/XchJipROo50/s72-c/10ek0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6016512120586146350</id><published>2008-07-28T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:42:30.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228133243191920082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SI4PfB7dhdI/AAAAAAAAANg/yVHStj9sEN0/s320/12090.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;Reading the private diaries of Sylvia Plath make me beleive even more that if you don't have a plan B in life than you,re better off dead. Of course, only if you had this thought in your head since forever in your head. The monotomy of life, how only the wake up-go to work-get money-spend money- fall asleep circle -is the only circle that works. I refuse to live a mediocre life, i just won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's hope it all works out for me, if it doesn't, well i'll take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, THE NEW BATMAN FTW OMFG BELEIVE THE HYPE. Maggie&lt;3! Micheal Caine&lt;3!, Sexy Gordon&lt;3!, Sexy Joker&lt;33! Even Sexy Batman with his perfect teeth!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rainning in Montreal, big buckets of rain, twice a day (almost). I whine a lot about the rain, but secretly i love it. Its like the weather follows my daily moods of depressedabouttodie to ohhhbookscofedvdsbf-so lovely to be alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6016512120586146350?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6016512120586146350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6016512120586146350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/07/reading-private-diaries-of-sylvia-plath.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SI4PfB7dhdI/AAAAAAAAANg/yVHStj9sEN0/s72-c/12090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1071844014091255237</id><published>2008-07-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:56:14.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok seriously, i don't know how or why or im sure theres no explanation that i can really point at, but i am so in love with my bf. I've never been in love that long with someone and sadly i dont think i was that much in love with my past bfs anyways. You know what suck? Im going to be terribly heartbroken if we break up. With my last bf, i broke up with him because he was basically an asshole (who made me laugh a lot but thats not enough.) Then the one before, i was surely attracted by the romantic junkie lifestyle, and maybe i wanted to fix him. But damn, he was still a junkie. etc etc. With this one, his only fault is too be perfect, and oh so lovely and sweet to me. He's just...he's such a beautiful and talented and educated and funny and silly and smart. He's just pure magic to me.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, wow i love boy so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1071844014091255237?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1071844014091255237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1071844014091255237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-seriously-i-dont-know-how-or-why-or.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2455745891729066779</id><published>2008-07-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:35:28.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chet Baker'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chetbakertribute.com/cb_gallery_images/cb_image_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://chetbakertribute.com/cb_gallery_images/cb_image_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop listening to Chet Baker's 'My funny Valentine'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the pretty.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2455745891729066779?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2455745891729066779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2455745891729066779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-stop-listening-to-chet-bakers-my.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5216139271044723239</id><published>2008-07-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:35:26.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck fuck fuckity fuck, im feeling better. Must be moods, or meds or both. It's 2:34 am and its one of my favorite times. So things are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5216139271044723239?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5216139271044723239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5216139271044723239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuck-fuck-fuckity-fuck-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4872338458625619944</id><published>2008-07-02T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:52:51.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july is weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feeling middly depressed. And im pretty sure i was feeling the exact same way last year at this very moment. I know a huge part of this is because my bf gave me awesome gifts. I know it's crazy, but i just don't know how to handle it. Im glad that my friends fixed my bday date in late july- i would try to kill myself for sure with one more wonderful gift. I swear people, i feel better when people don't bother things with me, i like not being noticed, i like to stare and observe and i never feel that a THANK YOU is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do really feel depressed. I don't have a job right now, and although i have money in the banks, i feel i need to strangle myself to keep me away from spending money. It's weird and bad. And stupid things makes me mad and sad like not being able to re-read all my books at the same time, or not watching all my dvds, or not reading every erything on the internet. Not knowning every little possible things and explainationg is really really depressing to me. Must be some kind of OCD to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a real bitch to talk about this to people that are close to me. Personally, i get worried if a friend tells me that she-he is depressed. I get all, well LET'S CHANGE THE WORLD TOGETHER OR LET'S DIE TOGETHER. But my reasons are almost offensive, it's like yes youre being wonderful to me, but at the end of the day i feel like shit cos youre too good to me! I don't expect them to beat me up just to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very odd though, because my ideal life for me has always been the kind of my mom had. Have money to spend without having job. Of course she took care of kids. But in my mind, she had total freedom over her expense. I realize that i can't physically ever do that, unless i win the fucking lotery because accepting money or gifts makes me feel worthless. HOW FUCKING INSANE AM I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im at my grandmother's house and its LOVELY. Its the exact decoration, everything is the same as always, it's so sweet. And oh i miss my grandfather. He was so awesome. Even the smell...it smells like my memories. This place is a fucking time bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go on, serious things are wrong with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4872338458625619944?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4872338458625619944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4872338458625619944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-feeling-middly-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6259501554009923187</id><published>2008-06-30T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:53:23.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet is really good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freud'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/06/080628205430.htm"&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/06/080628205430.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;« Homosexual behaviour is largely shaped by genetics and random  environmental factors, according to findings from the world's largest study of twins.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;«"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This study puts cold water on any concerns that we are looking for a single 'gay gene' or a single environmental variable which could be used to  'select out' homosexuality - the factors which influence sexual orientation are  complex.  And we are not simply talking about homosexuality here - heterosexual  behaviour is also influenced by a mixture of genetic and environmental&lt;br /&gt;factors.»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;«Rahman explains: "Overall, genetics accounted for around 35 per cent of the  differences between men in homosexual behaviour and other individual-specific  environmental factors (that is, not societal attitudes, family or parenting  which are shared by twins) accounted for around 64 per cent.&lt;em&gt; In other words,  men become gay or straight because of different developmental pathways, not just  one pathway." &lt;/em&gt;For women, genetics explained roughly 18 per cent of the  variation in same-sex behaviour, non-shared environment roughly 64 per cent and&lt;br /&gt;shared factors, or the family environment, explained 16 per cent. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;study shows that genetic influences are important but modest, and that  non-shared environmental factors, which may include factors operating during  foetal development, dominate. &lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/em&gt; Importantly, heredity had roughly the same  influence as shared environmental factors in women, whereas the latter had no  impact on sexual behaviour in men.»&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So interesting. That's basically what i wanted to say in the end of my essay on homosexuality. I don't think we'll ever find the exact explanation because in reality there's none. We can't study everything abiut feelings and emotions and traumas and what makes us tick or not. Our options in sex are never really settled. Something can happen and next thing you know, you feel an attraction that you thought you would never feel before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And never underestimate the power of homophobia in our sexuality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6259501554009923187?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6259501554009923187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6259501554009923187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3807814390404063977</id><published>2008-06-29T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:58:37.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SGh0USxUnnI/AAAAAAAAANY/lKbravU0aZE/s1600-h/0629_love_pcn_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217548060293635698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SGh0USxUnnI/AAAAAAAAANY/lKbravU0aZE/s320/0629_love_pcn_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok Courtney is clearly back on drugs so usually it may take another 3 years for her to get clean again. I don't mind, it's ok- she's Courtney Love. But what happened to the album that everybody spoke about like it was her greastes work yet? 'How dirty girls get clean' i think was the title. It's like the record company only wants her to put out a record when she's clean. Thats bullocks, i dont think she'll ever get completly clean. They should let her release her album, even if she's back to be a total crackhead. I don't care. America's Sweetheart was delicious. And i want more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note. It was bday a couple days ago. And my boyfriend made it all pretty for me. He's magic. Oh people, you have no idea. He's just beyond amazing. And i love him so and i dont feel like im worth enough for him, and well that drives me crazyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3807814390404063977?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3807814390404063977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3807814390404063977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-courtney-is-clearly-back-on-drugs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SGh0USxUnnI/AAAAAAAAANY/lKbravU0aZE/s72-c/0629_love_pcn_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4638609723336375310</id><published>2008-06-28T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:03:27.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david bowie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217071742044741794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="350" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SGbDG7BOIKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ukzean5aKr8/s320/rjipt1.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;For my collection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4638609723336375310?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4638609723336375310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4638609723336375310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-my-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SGbDG7BOIKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ukzean5aKr8/s72-c/rjipt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3402932884381871739</id><published>2008-06-20T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:14:05.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahahah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dexter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dexter's season 2!!!!! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 yes yes yes so so so so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im going to be poor for a few weeks, even maybe a month or 2&lt;br /&gt;so so so so what? you know. fuck it. fuck fuck fuck all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to chill and relax and not spent a lot of money and maybe for once, i'll have a real summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3402932884381871739?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3402932884381871739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3402932884381871739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/dexters-season-2-3-3-3-3-3-yes-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5320108521762501882</id><published>2008-06-18T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:53:30.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet is really good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SFlZbPM3AgI/AAAAAAAAANI/X-28yodsnM0/s1600-h/garbage-025.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213296368129868290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SFlZbPM3AgI/AAAAAAAAANI/X-28yodsnM0/s320/garbage-025.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going down with a vengeance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hold on to me, hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And let's just see who gets out alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just do it baby'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cause no one cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's not an net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There's no one there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the fuck have i done to myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5320108521762501882?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5320108521762501882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5320108521762501882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-desperate-im-glorious-im-going-down.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SFlZbPM3AgI/AAAAAAAAANI/X-28yodsnM0/s72-c/garbage-025.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4112595099280690500</id><published>2008-06-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:09:09.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in confuseness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philip seymour hoffam'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SFNdwVZGecI/AAAAAAAAANA/70Be7148l-g/s1600-h/flk278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211612278755326402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SFNdwVZGecI/AAAAAAAAANA/70Be7148l-g/s320/flk278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stfu haterss! he is pretty &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw randomly one of my way back ex-bf and we chat quickly cos i had to go and go away from him, not that it was bad or awkward but just because i dislike meeting people from my past. Any kind of my past. They are ghost people to me and it just doesnt make sense that ghost people shows up in my reality. So anyways, he told me that it was consistent in my personality. And that was the thing that was great about me. So im still crazy? Or way excited? Or depressed? Or nice? WHAT IS CONSISTENT ABOUT ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i've been thinking about this 'consistent' comment. And i still cant tell if it's a good thing to be that or, or a bad thing. Oh and i wonder if it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, about shopping. I kinda hate it. People, please let me save some money for the London trip. Please, dont call me, dont ask me to go out, i seriously need to stay in and be a recluse for awhile so i can save some fucking CASH DAMNIT. ARGHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4112595099280690500?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4112595099280690500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4112595099280690500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/stfu-haterss-he-is-pretty-3-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SFNdwVZGecI/AAAAAAAAANA/70Be7148l-g/s72-c/flk278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3826662689817984080</id><published>2008-06-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:15:15.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-shock traumatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bearlove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SEjHhc1QeNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/u5tqRC8A974/s1600-h/877674664_9641015c1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208632346543159506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SEjHhc1QeNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/u5tqRC8A974/s320/877674664_9641015c1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to go under my skin and fix my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crack my skull and build a better one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want you to make me shiny, pure and brand new again&lt;br /&gt;but i must say that you are so sublime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with you, i live, i live again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3826662689817984080?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3826662689817984080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3826662689817984080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-you-to-go-under-my-skin-and-fix.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SEjHhc1QeNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/u5tqRC8A974/s72-c/877674664_9641015c1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7769737645837209122</id><published>2008-05-22T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:55:32.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly men'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203431438306470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SDZNUv1baRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IEotDXi3i4I/s320/98181_courtney6_122_142lo.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;im almost done with school&lt;br /&gt;almost...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i rarely pity someone but when i do, i also feel sad for this person. It's like &lt;em&gt;'oh you stupid fool'&lt;/em&gt; ...*pets*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7769737645837209122?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7769737645837209122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7769737645837209122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-almost-done-with-school-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SDZNUv1baRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IEotDXi3i4I/s72-c/98181_courtney6_122_142lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4588420004190951915</id><published>2008-05-18T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:10:57.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little girl little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in confuseness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SC_WVQZlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qmhb8FPohbQ/s1600-h/20070629-155545.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201611755304076114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SC_WVQZlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qmhb8FPohbQ/s320/20070629-155545.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4588420004190951915?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4588420004190951915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4588420004190951915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SC_WVQZlQ1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/qmhb8FPohbQ/s72-c/20070629-155545.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4430226993098269508</id><published>2008-05-13T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:23:47.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peau d&apos;âne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SCqC9AZlQzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eO8ltYkJVHw/s1600-h/18376933_w434_h_q80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200112704343589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SCqC9AZlQzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eO8ltYkJVHw/s320/18376933_w434_h_q80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Running all the time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running away from the future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4430226993098269508?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4430226993098269508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4430226993098269508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/run-running-all-time-running-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SCqC9AZlQzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eO8ltYkJVHw/s72-c/18376933_w434_h_q80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8205408631050727652</id><published>2008-05-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:10:34.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savage Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julianne Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/blindness_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 552px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="517" alt="" src="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/blindness_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im looking forward to see this. If it equals the book, it's going to be the most disturbing ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore, i cannot say that i enjoyed the book. It was so well written, that i could see the images in my head, smell the odors and feel the air around them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The horror in this book is so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trailer: &lt;a href="http://www.celebritywonder.com/movie/2008_Blindness.html"&gt;http://www.celebritywonder.com/movie/2008_Blindness.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywho, i love how they made the middle-aged average looking couple (in the book) into Mark Ruffalo and Julianne Moore. And i say this both with sarcasm and content-ness. Because i love to see beautiful people in movies. And as i admit this, it makes me sad, cos it's so silly. But oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for more Julianne Moore: &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/savagegrace/trailer/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/savagegrace/trailer/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8205408631050727652?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8205408631050727652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8205408631050727652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-looking-forward-to-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1017243275242261353</id><published>2008-05-11T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:36:50.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I've been beginning to understand lately how important you are to me in my life. You're not only my mother, but also, my father's wife, and simply a woman who've been through many ups but also many downs. You are one of the most courageous, strong and yet fragile person i've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so eager to please you, to make you proud, to see me as your equal...and im slowly beginning to see that the only thing that you want for me is peace of mind and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im promise mommy to get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1017243275242261353?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1017243275242261353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1017243275242261353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-mommy-you-are-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-887079754828366895</id><published>2008-05-07T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:31:10.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Molko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Placebo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You don't want to hurt me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; But see how deep the bullet lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is thunder in our hearts, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much hate for the ones we love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me, we both matter, don't we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, *be running up that hill* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me, *be running up that hill*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me won't be unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO PLACEBO CAN'T STOP CAN'T STOP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;argh so lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-887079754828366895?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/887079754828366895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/887079754828366895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-dont-want-to-hurt-me-but-see-how.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6562176610781172149</id><published>2008-05-03T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:13:38.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peau d&apos;âne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Deveune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data4.blog.de/media/924/1960924_1500e14630_l.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://data4.blog.de/media/924/1960924_1500e14630_l.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;”Parce qu’une Princesse refuse d’épouser son père.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parce qu’un âne fait bêtement des crottes d’or.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parce qu’une rose qui parle vous regarde toujours dans les yeux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parce qu’une fée tombe amoureuse et que cela ne se fait pas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parce qu’un Prince a su rester charmant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parce qu’enfin cette histoire de doigt et d’anneau,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de vous à moi, c’est fort curieux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Il faut en avoir le coeur net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c’est pour cela qu’il est indispensable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que Peau d’Ane nous soit conté.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Jacques Demy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6562176610781172149?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6562176610781172149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6562176610781172149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/parce-quune-princesse-refuse-dpouser.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1197527607273733349</id><published>2008-05-03T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:12:57.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viggo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b209/little_miss_dangerous/viggo/hab01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b209/little_miss_dangerous/viggo/hab01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habsinsideout.com/files/hio/img/viggo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.habsinsideout.com/files/hio/img/viggo-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO HABS GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least Kovalev should score for Viggo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1197527607273733349?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1197527607273733349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1197527607273733349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-habs-go-at-least-kovalev-should.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b209/little_miss_dangerous/viggo/th_hab01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4025535823297185054</id><published>2008-05-02T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:56:22.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little girl little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBvhoybiEoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JUog86Mzflg/s1600-h/Buffy-Tarot-Magician_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195994685950268034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBvhoybiEoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JUog86Mzflg/s320/Buffy-Tarot-Magician_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i shall not go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i shall not go crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i shall stay calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;calm calm calmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insane calmness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no crazy&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/30668501-4025535823297185054?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4025535823297185054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4025535823297185054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-shall-not-go-crazy-i-shall-not-go.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBvhoybiEoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JUog86Mzflg/s72-c/Buffy-Tarot-Magician_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4622667793327546364</id><published>2008-05-01T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:00:54.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U-2 pilots- during the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Neathly sewn into the seat cushion was a survival kit, which included flares, a machete, fishing gear, a camp stove, an inflatable life raft, mosquito repellent, and a silk banner proclaiming, in a dozen languages, I AM AN AMERICAN.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of details that gives me chills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4622667793327546364?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4622667793327546364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4622667793327546364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/05/u-2-pilots-during-cuban-missile-crisis.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8244863227732033977</id><published>2008-04-29T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:20:15.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBgOPSbiEnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/75fuv9xIOFM/s1600-h/53558862dx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194917825980011122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBgOPSbiEnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/75fuv9xIOFM/s320/53558862dx7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am nervous. Nervous about myself and how the days goes by and im not doing any real work on my essay. Nervous about money. Nervous about my body. Nervous about people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, to pass the time. I look at beautiful people wearing beautiful clothes and loving in a luxiourious kinf of life. Just looking at the photos makes me ...content. In all selfishness, i feel content in my buble while looking at pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mind is a strange thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8244863227732033977?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8244863227732033977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8244863227732033977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBgOPSbiEnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/75fuv9xIOFM/s72-c/53558862dx7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8810039066440882433</id><published>2008-04-24T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:50:46.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet is really good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBFquCbiElI/AAAAAAAAAL4/80ksBCV1jyA/s1600-h/lolita+shaved!+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193049184493769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBFquCbiElI/AAAAAAAAAL4/80ksBCV1jyA/s320/lolita+shaved!+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBFqaibiEkI/AAAAAAAAALw/3McxgPzBNak/s1600-h/lolita+shaved!+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193048849486320194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBFqaibiEkI/AAAAAAAAALw/3McxgPzBNak/s320/lolita+shaved!+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lovely lady is my boyfriend's one-eyed cat. She's lolita. And she just got shaved! She the most tiny and lovely little girl-cat i ever met. I love her so much that i want to marry her. And have her babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what is also amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's penis's skin. Not all of them, but some are softer than the others. Especially my bf's penis. I could seriously pet his penis for hours, just cos its so fucking SOFT. I'd love a couch made only with penis's skin....so much better than leather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is also amazing his the rest of my bf. He's the most perfect thing ever. The nicest, sweetest mysoginist you will ever met. (hehe)  Oh i dont want to blahblah about him but hes just amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my past relationships, i knew from the beginning it wouldn't last. 1) Because i was too young, 2) Im a pessimist, 3) two of them had major issues! But anyways, everytime, i would be like whatever, when we're going to break up im all going to be like fuck him, i need a break, urghh he was stupid etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in this relationship, see, he could dump me tomorrow for whatever reasons, But i dont think i could hate him, or despite him, i dont think i could loose any respect for him. Im going to be heartbroken and maybe suicidal or just going mental but i won't be angry at him. I don't think i'll ever stop loving him. And whatever happens, i want him to be happy because HE DESERVE it. He's just a good person. And that is so rare now. But right now, he's with me, and after 2 years, im still in shocked he's with me. I still squee , i still sometimes talk outloud to myself and say i love him i love him so much. I still panic when he's not holding my hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you should listen to :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hard Candy- Madonna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you should read:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Blindess by José Saramago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you should do:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;get a kitty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8810039066440882433?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8810039066440882433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8810039066440882433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-lovely-lady-is-my-boyfriends-one.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SBFquCbiElI/AAAAAAAAAL4/80ksBCV1jyA/s72-c/lolita+shaved!+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-830989736539616692</id><published>2008-04-22T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:06:21.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192279547829162546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SA6uvSbiEjI/AAAAAAAAALo/x1vK0Pl7rG4/s320/1year.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After listening &lt;em&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/em&gt; a whole 6 times. I can finaly say a few read-able things about it. It's a good album. How good is another thing. She's not the main producer for this cd and it shows. Tracks like &lt;em&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Give it 2&lt;/em&gt; me and &lt;em&gt;She's not me&lt;/em&gt; even though excellent could be sing by any r'n'b youngandhot singers. When she sings 'see me shake my booty', i just can't beleive it's Teh Madonna im listening to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then theres the really good and awesome 4 minutes but it has Timbaland and Justin Timberlake all over it. For someone who hates duets she sure takes shitty choices for them. Theres been the one with Britney and before there was the one with Ricky fucking Martin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miles Away&lt;/em&gt; is her prettiest song since the &lt;em&gt;Music (the cd) &lt;/em&gt;area. Spanish Lessons, her crappiest since the &lt;em&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/em&gt; area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds bad when i talk about it, but it's really not. This cd is fun and young and very NOW. There's no hint of melancholy or religiouspreachy undertones. Is it the kind of Madonna i love the most? I don't think so but it's a Madonna that is gladly welcome in my headphones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haters to da left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-830989736539616692?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/830989736539616692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/830989736539616692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-listening-hard-candy-whole-6.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SA6uvSbiEjI/AAAAAAAAALo/x1vK0Pl7rG4/s72-c/1year.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3954124885795295297</id><published>2008-04-20T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:55:17.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chesthair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191571064607448930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAwqYIwfn2I/AAAAAAAAALg/Uwn8iBvw-3A/s320/2euu2vc.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt; i must confess that its the first time i remotly find him attractive. He's still fug but&lt;br /&gt;but but but&lt;br /&gt;i love his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im extremely nervous and anxious and stressed out about a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-seeing any kind of my bf's family members&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-missed-opportunities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-insecurities about my own brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-everything...yup about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3954124885795295297?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3954124885795295297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3954124885795295297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-must-confess-that-its-first-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAwqYIwfn2I/AAAAAAAAALg/Uwn8iBvw-3A/s72-c/2euu2vc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6039709598182054170</id><published>2008-04-18T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:11:41.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babyz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAmJ7R7PYiI/AAAAAAAAALY/F4aQAk9_C7Y/s1600-h/DSC01229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190831697038369314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAmJ7R7PYiI/AAAAAAAAALY/F4aQAk9_C7Y/s320/DSC01229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Louis-Philippe,&lt;br /&gt;         Today i met you and im so glad i did. I was with your brother- thats the man who was besides me while i was holding you. Remember now?...the one whos really tall and gorgeous? Yup that's him.&lt;br /&gt;You're only two days old &lt;3 And you probably don't know what's going on around you but im going to tell you one thing: you are loved and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything is going to be ok for you. You have 3 siblings, 2 who are much more older than you  so dont worry little one.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt; You'll have plenty of backups to help you get through life. And you'll have love, lots and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6039709598182054170?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6039709598182054170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6039709598182054170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-louis-philippe-today-i-met-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAmJ7R7PYiI/AAAAAAAAALY/F4aQAk9_C7Y/s72-c/DSC01229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3295481583854096478</id><published>2008-04-18T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T03:05:38.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:02 am.&lt;br /&gt;And it's been a long sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my head is going to explode in tiny pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3295481583854096478?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3295481583854096478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3295481583854096478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-my-name-is-audrey.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7217342652563990014</id><published>2008-04-17T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:21:45.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAg9Uh7PYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/-P7HoAjrrAM/s1600-h/12060259.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190465993458016770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAg9Uh7PYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/-P7HoAjrrAM/s320/12060259.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to read another word about HOMOSEXUALITY OR BISEXUALITY for at least 24 hours. WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS SUBJECT WHY WHY WHY AM I SO STUPID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7217342652563990014?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7217342652563990014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7217342652563990014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-want-to-read-another-word-about.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAg9Uh7PYgI/AAAAAAAAALI/-P7HoAjrrAM/s72-c/12060259.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1329375385781623229</id><published>2008-04-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:08:49.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best food in the mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTSD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAQ2Ax7PYfI/AAAAAAAAALA/CUfq6Hxw_eI/s1600-h/DSC01975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189332057667363314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAQ2Ax7PYfI/AAAAAAAAALA/CUfq6Hxw_eI/s320/DSC01975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imagine the deal, you get lots of tiny dick sticks in one box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you decide to get 3 boxes. Then you have DOZEN of tiny dick sticks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's freaking B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel like a loser somtimes, for little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brain is cluttered with stuff from the past. I just want them to go away.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1329375385781623229?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1329375385781623229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1329375385781623229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/imagine-deal-you-get-lots-of-tiny-dick.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/SAQ2Ax7PYfI/AAAAAAAAALA/CUfq6Hxw_eI/s72-c/DSC01975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7179964349985571116</id><published>2008-04-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:49:37.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best food in the mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.minjinlee.com/images/minjinlee_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.minjinlee.com/images/minjinlee_bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Min Jin Lee, an author that i discovered from a friend of mine wrote this little piece of amazing-ness in the last Vogue magazine. It's amazing because she's talking about her struggle with food, weight and body image. And at one point we clearly get that she's not done with her inner troubles even if she's successfull, in an happy marriage and is looking pretty good. She went from 214 lbs to 135 lbs, back and forth, gaining, starving, purging, loosing weight. But never gaining back her self confidence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing is not the right word, i know. But i felt somehow releived while reading the article. Sad too. Hopeful too, a little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would give so much, i would trade a lot of things, maybe i would give a few years off my life, or i don't know, get really ugly- to just be thin. Crazy how it sounds, i can't find a girl ugly if she's thin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried indian food for the very first time in my life. And i must say, it's pretty good. They love TEH ONIONS those indians, and i thank them cos ONIONS are teh amazingness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This entry clearly shows my problems with food. For sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7179964349985571116?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7179964349985571116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7179964349985571116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/min-jin-lee-author-that-i-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4252314163333269773</id><published>2008-04-07T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:18:46.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-shock traumatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186753880471494610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_sNLHbh39I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QU-dLW4HJKs/s320/1.png" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture is a winner of cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say. I was like a cleaning lady today then i ran away and stalked my bf for about 35 minutes. Then i decide to act my age and go out late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i should never do. Because now im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4252314163333269773?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4252314163333269773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4252314163333269773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-picture-is-winner-of-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_sNLHbh39I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QU-dLW4HJKs/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7879077988787960302</id><published>2008-04-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:54:01.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chesthair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boyfriend has the nicest most exquisite amazing beautiful chest. I told him many many times but i wish i had a carpet or even better a blanket made out of his chest. And then i could roll and warm myself and purr of pur joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure why im writing about this, but its 2:51 and i miss him. I miss him. I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7879077988787960302?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7879077988787960302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7879077988787960302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-boyfriend-has-nicest-most-exquisite.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1445459718208097107</id><published>2008-04-05T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:52:43.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me: Dad, go back to your room!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dad: Ok then.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like im the mother of two kids. Especially my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1445459718208097107?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1445459718208097107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1445459718208097107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-dad-go-back-to-your-room-my-dad-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3414890361881555649</id><published>2008-04-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:44:07.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is about love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bearlove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_XOKXbh38I/AAAAAAAAAKw/F0eRZ5ZygfE/s1600-h/badcomicspage14bearZzz.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185277223470489538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_XOKXbh38I/AAAAAAAAAKw/F0eRZ5ZygfE/s320/badcomicspage14bearZzz.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«If you were a river in the mountains tall,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rumble of your water would be my call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were the winter, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I'd be the snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Alexandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you, i love you, i love your inside, your outside, i love everything-you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me cry, but its not your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never loved someone like that before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're slowly cracking me open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's very scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because then, you'll be able to break me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in *millions* of little peices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my bear&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(plus)&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/30668501-3414890361881555649?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3414890361881555649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3414890361881555649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-were-river-in-mountains-tall.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_XOKXbh38I/AAAAAAAAAKw/F0eRZ5ZygfE/s72-c/badcomicspage14bearZzz.GIF' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5986619295221501252</id><published>2008-04-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:42:49.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goldfrapp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyhappy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_LkbXbh37I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cI63J8YSLkg/s1600-h/040.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184457279853944754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_LkbXbh37I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cI63J8YSLkg/s320/040.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step one: Go on youtube.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step two: type; 'Goldfrapp-happiness'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step three: watch their brand new spankin' video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step four: feel the flow of happy inside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the video is that good. ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And seriously, how good was today?!!! Yesterday was very blah and i was afraid of my own swing moods ...and i was seriously ready to call my doctor and ask for new medications or something. But today was all so smooth and pretty. I wasn't so afraid today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5986619295221501252?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5986619295221501252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5986619295221501252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/04/step-one-go-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_LkbXbh37I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cI63J8YSLkg/s72-c/040.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7403928579038605622</id><published>2008-03-31T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:28:05.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_HHu3bh36I/AAAAAAAAAKg/usri0fixmjY/s1600-h/156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184144254047477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_HHu3bh36I/AAAAAAAAAKg/usri0fixmjY/s320/156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;L'un sans l'autre c'est un incendie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7403928579038605622?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7403928579038605622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7403928579038605622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/lun-sans-lautre-cest-un-incendie.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_HHu3bh36I/AAAAAAAAAKg/usri0fixmjY/s72-c/156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6051439435387166175</id><published>2008-03-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:29:17.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183724171886190482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_BJq3bh35I/AAAAAAAAAKY/O4BfdnDFVhE/s320/fa4pk7.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;SO SOON SO SOON SO EXCITED YAY YEAH YEAH!!! I need a gay friend who loves Madonna and Mariah and Cher. Someone whos really tramp and kisch and superbe. Like a mix of Karl Lagerfeld and Elton John and Mika and Rufus Wainright. A real gay friend who tells me when im FIERCE OR HOT TRANNY MESS and most of all whos EXCITED ABOUT THE NEW MADONNA CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Madonna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loved your last album. The first 4 tracks were grandiosses. But but but some songs like the one about some Jewish guy going into the desert for freedom ( i guess) was a bit too much, a bit too cheesy-preachy for me. We, your fans loves your dance tracks. When you sing about dancing, or wanting to go dancing or...spending your night dancing...or just about anything involving how awesome you are at dancing....ITS AWESOME. '4 Minutes to save the world' is pretty damn good. I love it cos its a tiny bit about dancing. I love you. I love you I LOVE YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6051439435387166175?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6051439435387166175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6051439435387166175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-soon-so-soon-so-excited-yay-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R_BJq3bh35I/AAAAAAAAAKY/O4BfdnDFVhE/s72-c/fa4pk7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-468999487902808324</id><published>2008-03-27T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:09:21.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in confuseness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-tGy3bh34I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u9qK9T-p_aE/s1600-h/sofiabillxx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182313635906707330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-tGy3bh34I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u9qK9T-p_aE/s320/sofiabillxx8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need some hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe a manager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-468999487902808324?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/468999487902808324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/468999487902808324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-some-hope-and-maybe-manager-and.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-tGy3bh34I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u9qK9T-p_aE/s72-c/sofiabillxx8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5057597875604610637</id><published>2008-03-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:15:24.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best food in the mouth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your internal body system is a little fucked up when you loose 2 pounds after eating chinese junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5057597875604610637?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5057597875604610637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5057597875604610637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts-you-know-your-internal.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2183467704332963171</id><published>2008-03-21T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:08:15.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-ShvHbh32I/AAAAAAAAAKA/R4TKN4jiWss/s1600-h/pictures008m-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180443302203350882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-ShvHbh32I/AAAAAAAAAKA/R4TKN4jiWss/s320/pictures008m-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, some people find it hard to get dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2183467704332963171?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2183467704332963171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2183467704332963171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-some-people-find-it-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-ShvHbh32I/AAAAAAAAAKA/R4TKN4jiWss/s72-c/pictures008m-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6366787435829364664</id><published>2008-03-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:06:33.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blingee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariah Carey hahaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-CBX0hdTxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/67a9FgjzIE8/s1600-h/2gxpkt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179281817712021266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-CBX0hdTxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/67a9FgjzIE8/s320/2gxpkt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Créer des graphiques animés scintillants personnalisés" href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/51035025-new-mariah" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="new mariah" height="400" alt="new mariah" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/30a/93106221_927277.gif" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Créer des graphiques animés scintillants personnalisés" href="http://blingee.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Créer des graphiques animés scintillants personnalisés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, Mariah looks pretty amazing on that cover. She's my first favoriest singer. She was so important for me between the age 6 to 12 years old. I havent been really interest in her music since her Butterfly album but this cover is so amazing and not scary i might buy it....or download it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i finally heard the new Madonna song. It's meh...but it might grow on me. I still dont understand why shes making music with Timbaland and Justin Timberlake. I loved her Confession on a dancerfloor days. It was perfect for the gays and her usual fanbase. I dont see her as a hiphop flavorish queen. It's too fucking NOW and HIP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6366787435829364664?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6366787435829364664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6366787435829364664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-crer-des-graphiques-anims.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R-CBX0hdTxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/67a9FgjzIE8/s72-c/2gxpkt3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2712389567727010495</id><published>2008-03-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:44:07.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R99V0EhdTwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a0lnLmOfk0g/s1600-h/7272996.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178952449554992898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R99V0EhdTwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a0lnLmOfk0g/s320/7272996.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal Clayton: A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan in real life: B+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be kind rewind: A-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bank Job: A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone bany gone: B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im ready to seeee more moviesss again again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2712389567727010495?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2712389567727010495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2712389567727010495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/micheal-clayton-dan-in-real-life-b-be.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R99V0EhdTwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/a0lnLmOfk0g/s72-c/7272996.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8692320365283006248</id><published>2008-03-14T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:41:10.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eliot spitzer that pervert and his whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9tsF0hdTvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CbbS-IKcPmU/s1600-h/hjkhkjh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177851043846639346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9tsF0hdTvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CbbS-IKcPmU/s320/hjkhkjh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Eliot Spitzer needs his sex so HOT AND WEIRD AND FREAKY that it cost him almost 5000$ an hour. HOTDAMN. And you know what, im fine with that. Cos thats why prostitution exists. The thing the is sooo irriting to me is that he's been preaching and preaching for years about nice christians values and all that crap. I pity his wife ( i hope she's getting lots of $$$ right now for all the humiliation) and i pity his 3 daughters. They just found out that their dad not only cheated on their mom but that maybe it was better that way since THE SEX IS SO FREAKY IT COULD BE LIKE DANGEROUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i don't see why they had to publish the prostitute name, and i dont see why every single details about it should be released to the media. But hey im pretty sure we're now stuck with Alexandra Dupre. I give Playboy a few weeks before giving her an offer. She could also realese a sex tape. That works all the time. And then finally a book about her life, how she struggled the abuse, the drugs, the sex with senators and how music and god saved her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;America, FUCK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news; i love cookies, i forgot how season 3 of arrested dev. is fucking awesome, i love Lionel Shiver...and DVD series are too expensive :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally read the last issue of Buffy season 8 in comic format. And im waiting on the next issue to really form an opinion on the Buffy-in-bed-with-girl. Because right now, its the most superficial scene ever. She doesn't seem into the girl in question, she doesn't seem to really think about what happened. It's sorta like...« oops, really? ok well it was nice... lets not to it again ever.»It adds absolutly nothing. Im sure the next issue is going to give us clues because theres no way they put Buffy in that situation just for the heck of it- cos that would be a letdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Buffy&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8692320365283006248?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8692320365283006248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8692320365283006248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-eliot-spitzer-needs-his-sex-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9tsF0hdTvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CbbS-IKcPmU/s72-c/hjkhkjh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3316957014443767265</id><published>2008-03-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:21:30.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9jVKEhdTuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xCc2SxjLvug/s1600-h/muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177122140651867874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9jVKEhdTuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xCc2SxjLvug/s320/muse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for giving me chills all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no thank yous because i now want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see Muse live. And i really sucks at planing to see a live show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are amazing&lt;br /&gt;Especially, Matt- cos YOUWRITETHELYRCIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3316957014443767265?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3316957014443767265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3316957014443767265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-for-giving-me-chills-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9jVKEhdTuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xCc2SxjLvug/s72-c/muse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-131081187561580322</id><published>2008-03-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:34:46.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='janet jackson lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='r.e.m'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9OcUkhdTtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hIGBfX6ecJE/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175652273994157778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9OcUkhdTtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hIGBfX6ecJE/s320/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can always sleep standing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Call me when you try to wake her.I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sad not to have the entire R.E.M albums collection, because i love that band. They were huge for me in high school and now sometimes the pop up into my mind. They're one of these few bands that i dont think about sex or anything sexual while listening to their songs. I only hear compassion...i feel like they could hug me and whisper in my ear that everythings ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Stipe if you want to have a cup of coffe with me and save someone from distress. Call me. WE COULD BE BUDDIES.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The last Janet Jackson video is the firts video from her that i like since that ALL FOR YOU video back in the 90's....so like its been 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's called 'Rock with u'. The song is generic pop-r'n'b-dancey-shit but the video is lovely. I dont know why i like it so much...it's so lively and really pretty. It made me sigh a lot today but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ran and I ran, I was looking for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-131081187561580322?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/131081187561580322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/131081187561580322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R9OcUkhdTtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hIGBfX6ecJE/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2671408994057343073</id><published>2008-03-03T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:44:36.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Alexandre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel helpless in this. Im scared. Someone as beautiful as you should never feel low. Someone as talented as you should never fear for the future. You are so amazing and i always feel like im just not good enough for you. But tonight you promised me that you wouldn't die so im going to try and do what i can to make sure you never forget how you've changed my life and that things are going  to be alright for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2671408994057343073?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2671408994057343073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2671408994057343073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-alexandre-i-feel-helpless-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8298780851493842146</id><published>2008-02-29T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:06:45.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know how you normal people go to sleep without prescription pills. I mean seriously last night was Day 1 of my no-more-sleeping-pills cos i need a new prescription and my appointment is only next tuesday...so anyways, before having my precious blue pill and way before having any big traumatic events in my life- i had insomnia or a really light sleep or took almost an hour to fall asleep. Where was i? What's the point of this entry anyways, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To battle my non-pill night i choose to have a dose of Nyquil and a dose of a regular sleeping pill. It knocked me out in 35 minutes and i was so gone. So gone i had to function in a sleepy opium-like haze till 2 pm the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a really distubing and disgusting nightmare involving canibalism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have Rihanna's Umbrella at karaokes!!! People almost...had tears rolling down their cheeks while i was singing so gracefully under my umbrella ela ela hey hey under my umbralla ela ela ela hey hey hey oh hey oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching Inland Empire. Currently disturbed by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8298780851493842146?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8298780851493842146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8298780851493842146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-seriously-dont-know-how-you-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7872146712888173493</id><published>2008-02-28T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:07:12.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahblah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole Kidman'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8eqLaFT8_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5jtgqTrMVeA/s1600-h/015.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172289810015187954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8eqLaFT8_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5jtgqTrMVeA/s320/015.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I finally saw 'Margot at the wedding' aka the new Nicole Kidman movie. Such good movie. She's a great actress but she sometimes she just doesnt really fit in certain type of caracter. ( I can't get over how strange in a bad way is her performance in 'Fur'). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's just this one scene in the movie where she cries. I swear, her face doesn't move. Tears roll on her cheeks but there's no lines or wrinkle around her eyes or forehead or face. I hate botox. It's lame but i thought she would be one of the actresses that would age gracefully and take on more mature roles like i dont know fucking Meryl Streep ( i adore her)....and i totally get how she'd like to preserve her beauty and her sexual aura but she really fucked up her face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's sad. I think she could make such a gorgeous looking 40 year old. A MILF, a whatever you call it. Right now she looks more like a woman whos not very young anymore. whos not yet old, but has a skin that doesnt seem real. You still know shes about to enter her 40s and you know that shes overdosing botox. Urgh. But hey whatever I LOVE YOU NICOLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im feeling really weird. I just want to be ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7872146712888173493?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7872146712888173493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7872146712888173493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-finally-saw-margot-at-wedding-aka-new.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8eqLaFT8_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/5jtgqTrMVeA/s72-c/015.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1829538052154518957</id><published>2008-02-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:23:30.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galaxie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8TlkuQMcsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vyr1_JIPxbA/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171510691182179010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8TlkuQMcsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vyr1_JIPxbA/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«While silence technically took no time at all, she was surprised to discover how draining it was on a daily basis.» &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1829538052154518957?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1829538052154518957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1829538052154518957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/while-silence-technically-took-no-time.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8TlkuQMcsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vyr1_JIPxbA/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7189560066212442742</id><published>2008-02-25T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:28:25.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8O8Y-QMcpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9Exwwed78DQ/s1600-h/nicole-kidman-bazaar-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171183934365266578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8O8Y-QMcpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9Exwwed78DQ/s320/nicole-kidman-bazaar-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8O9_uQMcqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uZqqYkO3mxc/s1600-h/VanessaParadisoscars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171185699596825250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8O9_uQMcqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uZqqYkO3mxc/s320/VanessaParadisoscars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fashion! OSCARS!FUCK YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best dressed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Paradie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the dress and the red lipstick and the hair makes her look beautifull. It's vintage and so chic. and just the right amount of drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Marion Cotillard:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;She wore J-P Gauthier &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a such cute charming sexy way. She was lovely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Keri Rusell:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cos she looked flawless and beautifull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hottest male: &lt;strong&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hottest female: &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/strong&gt; (yes too much Botox, yes she should get back to being a redhead, yes her husband is useless, yes shes not the hottest thing BUT SHE'S NICOLE KIDMAN THEREFORE THE HOTTEST)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, im scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7189560066212442742?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7189560066212442742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7189560066212442742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/fashion-oscarsfuck-yes-best-dressed-1.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8O8Y-QMcpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9Exwwed78DQ/s72-c/nicole-kidman-bazaar-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2734075990523534584</id><published>2008-02-23T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:25:31.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-shock traumatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8EVR-QMclI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mCCqpk3_uVg/s1600-h/bat1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170437245710922322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8EVR-QMclI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mCCqpk3_uVg/s320/bat1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not the greatest day ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I detest confrontation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with loud voices, and screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stand them. They scares me, freeze me to the bones, they block the only door where i can escape in my mind. Screaming is useless to me. Screaming eats my soul and leave me empty till the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, i can't help but to feel sad. What a pity to feel this way. I guess it's also a very self-centered feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just don't know. Im struggling....yes  &lt;em&gt;im still struggling with&lt;/em&gt; so many so-called normal things. I can't explain how horrible it feels to be blocked, to be so scared that you do inconsciously everything so slowly. And i have no one to talk to, i dont want to talk about it with my bf because i dont want t him to feel like he needs to fix the situation. I dont want him to worry either. I can't speak to my parents, because for them, there'sno problems. Every little odd things i might do, they see it as stupidity,immaturity or just PLAIN INSANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They never took any depressive symptoms seriously, my mom lets me purge my dinner every night without saying a word. They dcan't stand when im crying and since learned that any crying needs to be done in my room without noise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They let me be depressed for 3 months, after these 3 months i needed to get back to normal or it was hell for me. I constantly need to put on a happy face or im sure to get SHIT. Depression for them is a weakness. How dare am i to be depressed when some people have no food or a home? How dare am i making them remember that what i went through was HORRIBLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember telling my therapist last summer, that bein incarcerated in a mental hospital sounded ok to me. Why? Because there, i could be depressed. I could hurt myself, i could screams, i could lay still for days. LET ME BE CRAZY FOR A MOMENT, LET ME BE FUCKING DEPRESSED. LET ME GET OUT THIS FUCKING BLOODY DEAD HOLE INSIDE OF ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or i guess im just being tired&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/30668501-2734075990523534584?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2734075990523534584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2734075990523534584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-greatest-day-ever-i-detest.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R8EVR-QMclI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mCCqpk3_uVg/s72-c/bat1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6322025987643573410</id><published>2008-02-19T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:55:47.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is about love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R7u__eQMckI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XRE7KruMoUY/s1600-h/877674664_9641015c1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168936094511428162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R7u__eQMckI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XRE7KruMoUY/s320/877674664_9641015c1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You are my center when I spin away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to trust the other side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when i will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hope i don't break in two&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE HIM, THIS IS LOVE, IM SURE, IT CAN'T BE ANYTHING ELSE THAN LOVE. AND IM CRYING COS THIS IS AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6322025987643573410?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6322025987643573410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6322025987643573410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-my-center-when-i-spin-away-i.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R7u__eQMckI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XRE7KruMoUY/s72-c/877674664_9641015c1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-220492615740749675</id><published>2008-02-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:46:42.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='february is weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music:&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy Neil Young's music when i study. Some of his songs has random 5 minutes guitars solo. That's something i dont usually find on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Wilco&lt;br /&gt;and Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book: The post-birthday world by Lionel Shriver&lt;br /&gt;Utterly amazing. Google it and then buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVDs:&lt;br /&gt;Arrested Developpement- again &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;American Dad: Roger FTW!&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural: guitly pleasure&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;bf's cats&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;bf&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;sleepy but ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-220492615740749675?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/220492615740749675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/220492615740749675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-i-really-enjoy-neil-youngs-music.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7420917588427978030</id><published>2008-02-14T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T04:25:55.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R7QtKeQMcjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cwrnwSIMMiE/s1600-h/rqtrqt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166804330443731506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R7QtKeQMcjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cwrnwSIMMiE/s320/rqtrqt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexandre Alexandreee Alexandree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos his name is lovely, i say it a lot. Even when im alone in my room, suddenly i'd be whinning 'alexandreeee', but that's usually when i miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Alexandre is my boyfriend, but i use 'bear' a lot more. Even with my friends, im like 'i saw my bear lastnight', or 'mon ours' which is incredibly cheesy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he seriously reminds me of a bear, first he growls like one- for real. He has alos the warmest skin, and the sexiest softest crispest chest hair in the history of the male humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not just because he's amazingly attractive and charming (i can't be mad at him, or even a little upset cos he's so damn cute and charming. I think he could cheat on me, then meet me for a cofe and battle his eyelashes and i'd be OK I DONT MIND, NOW, LET'S CUDDLE!!!?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him because he's smart, witty, macho-but-loves-his-mom. I love his voice. That's the only what i could really get from him for a long time, cos i was stalking him, and i would usually just hide and listen to him ....speak words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long time, i only had perceptions of him. Without being really sure, i was 95% certain that he was the coolest guy ever...without really knowing anything about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, he's more the cool, and, smart, and witty and etc. He's really sweetest guy i ever met. I can whine and i can be annoying and i can be moody and i can even dump him in a moment of pure insanity and he's the one who stays calm and sweet and tender and nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he's strong too, and brave. And i want to live in his closet, cos i dont mind small space at all, and i could read, and sniff his clothes and be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to mention, he smells amazing. Im more than happy when he doesnt shower for a week, cos that means amazing natural smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point of this entry is that it's 7:22 am and i couldnt sleep, and i see him today, soon. And we're going to cook together. A cake for my parents, and cookies for us. And im going to be with him, and his cats, and that for me is the perfect valentine day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7420917588427978030?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7420917588427978030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7420917588427978030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/alexandre-alexandreee-alexandree-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R7QtKeQMcjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cwrnwSIMMiE/s72-c/rqtrqt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8207552400413574856</id><published>2008-02-07T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:15:18.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirsten dunst prettyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6wKjzvSWEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9u68l7_Oavk/s1600-h/miumiuSS08_9-7f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164514482987358274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6wKjzvSWEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9u68l7_Oavk/s320/miumiuSS08_9-7f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got to keep it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos better days comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and ugly days goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a new song to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another film to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hug him harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a new book to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things to understand, which i will never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's what i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's a start?&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/30668501-8207552400413574856?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8207552400413574856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8207552400413574856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-to-keep-it-together-cos-better-days.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6wKjzvSWEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9u68l7_Oavk/s72-c/miumiuSS08_9-7f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-6203066353282814624</id><published>2008-02-05T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:34:53.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super dramatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little girl little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6li-DvSWDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O2KFTLUQxts/s1600-h/IMG_4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163767266052036658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6li-DvSWDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O2KFTLUQxts/s320/IMG_4841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart that's full up like a landfill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A job that slowly kills you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruises that won't heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look so tired and unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring down the government&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't, they don't speak for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take a quiet life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A handshake of carbon monoxide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No alarms and no surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silent, silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They should tell me, how im going to make it out alive. Maybe i should go back to see my therapist, ask him again why im not better of in a mental institute because there, they would let me sleep, and rest, and do nothing else. Now when i look around me, i still wonder how im going to do it alone, because we are all alone and we're not longer children, and a child im not anymore. I met a man today, and he asked me what i study, and i told him, and he beleived me but i don't beleive in my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i infected my bf with a full evil fever-virus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my little baby, i love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how wonder how long he's going manage to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so persistent and headstrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so brave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-6203066353282814624?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6203066353282814624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/6203066353282814624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-thats-full-up-like-landfill-job.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6li-DvSWDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O2KFTLUQxts/s72-c/IMG_4841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-1983799185737373225</id><published>2008-02-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:53:51.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtney love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Edwards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl Lagarfeld'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6PoXDvSWCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hkifXCk9hCw/s1600-h/6jqasn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162225080734996514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6PoXDvSWCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hkifXCk9hCw/s320/6jqasn6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karl with Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6Pn6zvSWBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BIdq7JcTf04/s1600-h/2008_01_30t143024_450x316_us_usa_politics_edwards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162224595403692050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6Pn6zvSWBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BIdq7JcTf04/s320/2008_01_30t143024_450x316_us_usa_politics_edwards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye sexy John Edwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilary can't wear jeans like John can wear his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah im slow at things, but Radioheads's rainbows cd is really really lovely. Oh Radiohead, nobody can't take away how pretty you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-1983799185737373225?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1983799185737373225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/1983799185737373225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/02/karl-with-courtney-bye-sexy-john.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6PoXDvSWCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hkifXCk9hCw/s72-c/6jqasn6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3437299528722222891</id><published>2008-01-30T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:23:15.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6EGfjvSWAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Fq8pqhhJ-RE/s1600-h/hello2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161413787182585858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6EGfjvSWAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Fq8pqhhJ-RE/s320/hello2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have all your toasts prettyfied with the hello kitty logo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3437299528722222891?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3437299528722222891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3437299528722222891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R6EGfjvSWAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Fq8pqhhJ-RE/s72-c/hello2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2993342645616757616</id><published>2008-01-16T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:41:17.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little girl little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-shock traumatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and death'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R471TCssYrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/me60P3tGaW0/s1600-h/1760801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156328330876445362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R471TCssYrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/me60P3tGaW0/s320/1760801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 16th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 3 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up today, i went outside and then it hit me. The date. 1 and 6. 3 years ago. Over, done, start over. I can't use the word survivor because i don't care for that word. It's sounds silly in my head, way too Destiny's child-ish for me. Im not at 100%, because i must say, i never were, a human at her 100% capacity. Im very much alive and very much aware of how bad and how good are things at the very same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just minutes ago i was walking towards the kitchen. Thinking, oh mom and dad, how much i love you, and only because of this love i have for you two- where i dont want to ruin you both, that i didnt kill myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sniffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's been 3 years and ive been tired ever since. That's really the most significant thing- how tired i am. How i want to sleep. Sleep sleep sleep sleep. And i don't want anything else more than sleep. And i don't know how to change things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. And i can't really even think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2993342645616757616?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2993342645616757616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2993342645616757616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-16th-its-been-3-years.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R471TCssYrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/me60P3tGaW0/s72-c/1760801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7554982879211373258</id><published>2007-12-23T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T13:04:58.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Audrey's best cds of 2007!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our love to admire- Interpol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks:&lt;/strong&gt; Pace is the trick; Wrecking ball, Pioneer to the falls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accross the universe- Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks:&lt;/strong&gt; It wontbe long; Because, Strawberry field forerver, Happiness is a warm gun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made of bricks- Kate Nash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks: &lt;/strong&gt;Fondations; Mouthwash; Mariella; Nicest thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic- Bruce Springteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks: &lt;/strong&gt;Radio nowhere, Devil's arcade, You'll be coming down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kala- M.I.A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks: &lt;/strong&gt;Bamgoo Banga; Paper planes; The turn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to black- Amy Whinehouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks: &lt;/strong&gt;Back to black, Tears dry on their own; You know im no good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into the wild- Soundtrack (Eddie Veder)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks: &lt;/strong&gt;Long nights; No ceiling; Society; The wolf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X- Kylie Minogue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks: Like a drug; Speakerphone, All i see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Tree- Goldfrapp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Tracks: &lt;/strong&gt;Caravan girl, Little bird, Monster love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sawdust- The Killers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best tracks:&lt;/strong&gt; Shadowplay; Tranquilize; Where the white boys dance; Under the gun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7554982879211373258?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7554982879211373258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7554982879211373258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/12/audreys-best-cds-of-2007-our-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3211130690308981678</id><published>2007-12-22T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:34:52.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i met my boyfriend's mom. It was traumatic. I was shaking, i was mortified. So many questions in my poor slow head: what if im stupid? What if i talk about his penis? What if i say he's really better looking naked? What if she thinks im not good enough for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ok. Im pretty proud of myself. Thats rare to have this feeling. But it was important for me, for him, for us that i do good. Because he's a really good person, im serious, he's amazaing and talented and beautifull but the most important thing is that he is a nice, polite, funny, has a good heart...and i respect him so much... and because i respect him i wanted him to be proud of me and not be let down in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to fuck up. And i dont think i did. So now i can breathe a little more, and im content. He has an amazing mom. And she's so good looking and so young in spirit. My mom is really a mix of an old english lady and a young snob parisian woman. So her clothes are always very classic and...yeah sometimes a little bit cheesy. But his mom....SHE HAS THIS SUPER CUTE COAT AND BAG AND RING!!! And she's so sweet and nice, i kinda wanted to eat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, her bf is this really hot forty something guy. And he's nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pretty family, i kept thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help to love nice people. Niceness in our society is not too common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, now i know for sure that my boyfriend's DNA is 100% greater than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3211130690308981678?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3211130690308981678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3211130690308981678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-i-met-my-boyfriends-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-4736002912386535712</id><published>2007-12-21T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:39:25.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of the year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Audrey's Best of 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Arbus, A biography by Patricia Bosworth&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Absolutly this years best book in my head. Ive underline pretty much every words in this book. Lovely, interesting, hearbreaking. Ive read it while my mother was hospitalized. The worst moment of 2007 and where i ended up wanting to kill myself. But this book, although maybe digged my grave deeper, helped my find beauty in life. Because its that good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to talk about Kevin by Lionel Shiver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The narrative is pitchfuckingperfect. Lionel Shiver seems to a woman with the balls the size of China. I didnt read this book, i ate it. In the fictional category- its the number 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie Antoinette by Antonia Fraser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;«But im not a feminist» said Courtney Love which is exactly what i need to say before beginning to talk about this biography of Marie Antoinette. A spoiled, rich young girl but a new icon for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into thin air by Jon Krakauer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;A true story. A must read. This story is bigger than reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Froidure by Kate Mosses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fictional last days of Sylvia Platt. A must read. So gorgeous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensées, provocs et autre volontés by Serge Gainsbourg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;A rude, ugly and alchoolic man Serge Gainsbourg slept with gorgeous women. Why? Well its all in the book- HE WAS FUCKING AMAZING. He also produced one of the lovelist women alive, his daughter Charlotte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reunion by Alan Lightman&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;A book my boyfriend passed me. Because it was so beautifull, i then bought it. A love story. Maybe the only true one i read in a book this year. Makes you want to have sex and be young.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Into the wild by Job Krakauer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another true story. A young man gives his 20 000$ saving, leaves his family behind and then to be finally found dead alone in the Alaska wildness. Stupid, sad, amazing. You can hear the sound of the air when you read it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-4736002912386535712?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4736002912386535712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/4736002912386535712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/12/audreys-best-of-2007-books-diana-arbus.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-7013340438755555941</id><published>2007-12-19T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:44:10.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im updating because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres still people reading this blog, i dont know why...you crazy people?!&lt;br /&gt;and because&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im reading: Atonement&lt;br /&gt;It's good and awesome and lovely and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What im doing: Trying to survive finals. Trying to enjoy life while finals. Trying not be be completly sucked out of life whiles finals. Trying to be confident in the future- while having these panic attacks BECAUSE OF FINALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: Moving to Utah. Im sure they need a french, a canadian (in one person-which is me) almost sane or insane (depends of the point of view) lazy but friendly girl. Why? Because its so far away from what ive lived in a urban city that RIGHT NOW IT LOOKS APPEALING. Even if theres mormons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my mental health: For the first time in years, i can actually remember what happened to me in the last couple of months, I can remember smells, images, people, situations, conversations. For years, my life has been about living and forgetting it the next day. Right now, i can remember how i walked from UQAM to Concordia...first with the warm but chilly at the same time september weather, then the chilly but oh so goodlooking fall air, then the snow...i remember!!! I remember seasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be living then...? Right right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes im still jealous of the skinny ones, pretty ones, easy breathy people, the super smart, the super rich. Im a walking jealous machine. But im a nice jealous. I more in awe of them then anythign else. Because theyre like shining toys to me. And at the end, ive never really been into toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's stop with the nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE-LYNN SPEARS IS PREGNANT.!!!! Britney's 16 years old sister is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS OF DECEMBER FER SURE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-7013340438755555941?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7013340438755555941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/7013340438755555941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-updating-because-theres-still-people.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-5747007169686019486</id><published>2007-12-04T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:48:04.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the love theives'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R1ZJGOoFrXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1BXUfNSNyGY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140376396044283250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R1ZJGOoFrXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1BXUfNSNyGY/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh the tears that you weep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the poor tortured souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who fall at your feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with their love begging bowl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sall the clerks and the tailorsthe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharks and the sailors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all good at their trades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they'll always be failures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alms for the poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the wretched disciples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the love that they swore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with their hearts on the Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be seeching the honour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to sit at your table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and feast on your holiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as long as they're able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love needs its martyrs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;needs its sacrifices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they live for your beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pay for their vices&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love will be the death of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my lonely soul brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but their spirit shall live on in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hearts of all lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-5747007169686019486?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5747007169686019486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/5747007169686019486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-tears-that-you-weep-for-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/R1ZJGOoFrXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1BXUfNSNyGY/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-888221245974733641</id><published>2007-12-02T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:31:05.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FUCKING HATE TECHNOLOGY SOMETIMES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-888221245974733641?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/888221245974733641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/888221245974733641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-fucking-hate-technology-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3152457410064286270</id><published>2007-11-24T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:09:57.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit celebrities'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to these people i no longer buy Us Weekly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miley something aka Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High school musical people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any reality stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dancing with the stars F-listed people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, i have no clue who these people are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired, and i have a cold. But me being tired has nothing to do with the cold. I just feel awfully tired. And everything seems so complicated and tough. I really want to hibernate. But i don't have a choice and i guess it's better this way. My definition of living is not the same  as the one in the dictionnary. But i would have no life. Or maybe a better life. Its confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Id like feel better. I don't want to go back. I want move on. Because i may be the only one who hasnt moved on yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i want a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i love my bf, im scared to loose him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate my body, i hate being chubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i love him and i love music and i love the simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so its ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3152457410064286270?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3152457410064286270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3152457410064286270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-to-these-people-i-no-longer-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-184856969830050450</id><published>2007-11-12T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:23:21.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nikita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i could be perfect for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wish i could be a optimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and not be so pessimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really, i do mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: nikita ftw!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-184856969830050450?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/184856969830050450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/184856969830050450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish-i-could-be-perfect-for-him-i.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-3602203015551597732</id><published>2007-11-07T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:42:36.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bf is magic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a_bear dit:&lt;br /&gt;im going to protect your dreams&lt;br /&gt;her blooms dit :&lt;br /&gt;a_bear dit :&lt;br /&gt;from my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after he said that he was gone&lt;br /&gt;and i broke down in tears&lt;br /&gt;because he's the first one&lt;br /&gt;who's trying so hard to protect me&lt;br /&gt;and he's the first one&lt;br /&gt;who knows my secrets&lt;br /&gt;and i've cried so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;but it's worth it, so worth it&lt;br /&gt;he's magic, he's magic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-3602203015551597732?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3602203015551597732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/3602203015551597732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/11/abear-dit-im-going-to-protect-your.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-8208660083676569640</id><published>2007-10-24T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:33:16.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think my little heart can take another night of nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with evil men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;evil girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doing evil things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-8208660083676569640?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8208660083676569640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/8208660083676569640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-think-my-little-heart-can-take.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-2573684659579591536</id><published>2007-10-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:12:36.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are slow for me. Which is oddly odd with the time that is passing by so quickly. School is not too bad this semester, two classes are interesting, and two others where i can't seem to keep my eyes open. I had the joy to read amazing books in the last few weeks and it really balances my mood in a good way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the new Alice Sebold book is good. Raw, hard, scary and real. Very good. ...I saw pretty films too. That makes my life better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view i get from my window is gorgeous. Autumn is such a weird season for me. I love it but its very bittersweet. School ruins it a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-2573684659579591536?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2573684659579591536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/2573684659579591536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-are-slow-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30668501.post-791548074426425971</id><published>2007-10-13T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:14:52.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alexandre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bearlove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/RxBtyiXmUcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BFRHWnsdEQw/s1600-h/badcomicspage14bearZzz.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120713491306926530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/RxBtyiXmUcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BFRHWnsdEQw/s320/badcomicspage14bearZzz.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   It's not possible to describe my bf and how is he, it's also pretty     much        the same thing about our relationship. I've been in love with him for more than a year, i stalked him for months before having the nerve to ask his number. Back then, i didnt want to date or a relationship. But fuck i had to know him, i had to be his friend, it was like almost like an obligation. But he surprised me way more than i thought id be. He is sweet to me. Treats me like a princess almost, He holds my hand and im happy. He helps me, he tries to calm me, he sooth me, he comforts me. Anyways, i guess its kinda pointless to write this at 3:11 but ....it's 3:11 and i think about him and im just in awe of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have the fragile gender. im a girl and im in love, therefore im hopeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30668501-791548074426425971?l=so-sugarless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/791548074426425971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30668501/posts/default/791548074426425971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sugarless.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-possible-to-describe-my-bf-and.html' title=''/><author><name>O'sailor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15531118831491608096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/Audreybluee/1209659905_330.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iiuOFOvzTiA/RxBtyiXmUcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BFRHWnsdEQw/s72-c/badcomicspage14bearZzz.GIF' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
