<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:24:09.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AJ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1405881729754431467</id><published>2012-02-07T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:39:39.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm pissed off, I'm really pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so... this one person is a total fucking dickhead, and I say that in as much solidity as I possible can. I genuinely believe they are the most selfish, self-obsessed, twat I have ever met.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Just because you didn't get your way doesn't automatically allow you to turn into the biggest dick in the world. Just because I didn't want to spend every available minute of my spare time, with you. Just because I wanted someone who was actually willing to be my girlfriend, and love me in the way that I wanted, instead of you. I hope sometime soon, you get your head out of your backside and realise that the world doesn't revolve around you. Perhaps when you realise this, you'll stop being such a twat. Then again, this all makes perfect sense, you're a dick, and... you don't have everything you want. I must admit, I do appreciate the way that karma works sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"I would've come out for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCKING BULLSHIT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The fact of the matter is, you wouldn't have, you would've convinced me that you were going to and wait for me to give up everything, and everyone in my life, just so I could be your personal skivvy and babysitter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now all you can do is make feeble attempts at annoying me via people I know. That really IS hilarious. Not only does it show how desperate you are to speak to me, but also shows how much of an idiot you were for reacting like you did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You're probably just annoyed that you ended up making someone else happier than yourself for a change, and perhaps you behaved a little selflessly by finding me someone worth being with. Well, thank you. Although you're a dick, and you've caused nothing but stress for me, you really did give me something I'd been wishing for the past 2 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-1405881729754431467?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1405881729754431467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/heres-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1405881729754431467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1405881729754431467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/heres-thing.html' title='Here&apos;s the thing.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-8155043621928601538</id><published>2012-02-03T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T03:03:34.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Right, it's about time I wrote a blog about something well, worth writing about. I finally settled on a topic, so I'm going to write about stereotypes in lesbians.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"If lesbians are attracted to women, then why do they all look like men?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can safely say that there is nothing more irritating than hearing someone say that. You always hear that there are two types of lesbians, the butch, and the femme. The butch are considered the most "male" of the two. Is this because of the way they dress, the way they act, or more than this? Lesbians dressing or acting like men isn't just a case of having to because they're lesbians, it can be a definitive part of their personality which they express using men's clothing, or even styling their hair the way a man would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If a woman wears men's clothing, or carries themselves in that manner, it doesn't mean the person inside is male. The person inside this exterior as a general rule, is a woman. They still have breasts and the genitalia of a woman. So, just because of the way they dress or act, they shouldn't be judged any differently, because at the end of it all, they are a woman. As a majority, they all think, and feel like a woman does. This is what most lesbians see when they look at a woman, they see who's inside them, not this exterior. It's all too simple to look a butch woman and think immediately that they act like a guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In some cases, the personality does coincide with the way that they dress and present themselves, this could be to do with what makes them more comfortable, or deeper rooted thoughts and feelings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On a personal level, I usually feel more comfortable behaving like a male, as opposed to female. I do see myself as female, but I do feel as though my characteristics are particularly male. Being "girly" has never been my kind of thing since I was young, and I don't particularly feel comfortable enhancing the female part of my character as a general rule. I am comfortable in the body that I am in, but I can see the appeal of dressing and acting as a male. It's a lot easier to throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on a night out, than pick out a dress, heels and wear make-up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To conclude, as a general rule, the way a lesbian may act and/or dress, does not necessarily mean that they're dressed as "men". They dress and act as they do because that's the way they feel most comfortable, and if it's their choice to do so, we should respect that rather than raise questions about their sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-8155043621928601538?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/8155043621928601538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/butch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8155043621928601538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8155043621928601538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/02/butch.html' title='Butch.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-8029777806460447486</id><published>2012-01-30T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:44:10.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we have here then?</title><content type='html'>This is really fucking irritating. I'm absolutely knackered, but I don't want to go to sleep, and I'm hungry, but there's no food, and I have fuck all motivation for anything and I'm in a really shitty mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I should probably cheer the fuck up and write something relatively interesting in here I suppose... I started back at Uni today, which I didn't appreciate considering I did a 9 hour shift at work last night, went home and then had to get up at 7 this morning, however it turned out to be 10 to 8 before I actually surfaced out of bed, which is rather bad really. One 2 mile walk later, I'm at Uni, sweating profusely, tasty.&lt;br /&gt;Our first lecture was in Media, Culture &amp;amp; Society, it's our second assessment of the module, the module itself which I don't find particularly thrilling however contains a lot of written work, written work, I am good at, practical, I am not. Our second assessment is a group presentation which we have to present in class by 16th April, so in other words I am not celebrating my 20th birthday until after then, which is rather fucking depressing. In this presentation, we have to pick one of the themes which we were given in the first semester. I have picked the games theme, of course, and plan to produce some sort of voiceover Sim/Fallout/Skyrim footage explaining the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very pissy mood this evening, and I have no idea why... I've had a good night if I'm honest and have nothing particularly to complain about. Just had a lot of niggling thoughts in my head recently and I guess they're just taking over me a little more than I'd prefer. Let's just say, I have a certain feeling someone from my past may be coming into my future slowly but surely, and I'm becoming increasingly paranoid about this, especially since this situation arose originally at the point of not speaking to this person anymore. I just feel as though they're constantly out to get to me, in some way or another. I think everyone else around me thinks it's probably just me exaggerating the situation, but the thought of her being anywhere near me literally makes me panic and scares the shit out of me. I don't know whether to tackle the situation, or just let myself adjust to it and get over myself. I sound stupid if I read this back, but I thought I'd vent all over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm bored of writing this now. I need topics for my blogs, I never have anything whatsoever to talk about in them other than myself, and only a certain amount of things happen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-8029777806460447486?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/8029777806460447486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-we-have-here-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8029777806460447486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/8029777806460447486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-do-we-have-here-then.html' title='What do we have here then?'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>46 Hampton Rd, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO12 5PU, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.2787542 -0.4178005</georss:point><georss:box>54.276436700000005 -0.422736 54.2810717 -0.41286500000000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-4791632253130934502</id><published>2011-12-19T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:38:51.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rapture</title><content type='html'>So, here I am once again writing and shit.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I'd be a lot more efficient with writing my blogs and then I realised I'm absolutely terrible at keeping anything up so just expect them sporadically.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's approximately a week before Christmas, I have bought absolutely no presents for friends, family, or my girlfriend. Clearly, I fail on epic proportions and do not deserve a good Christmas. I genuinely do not feel as though I've had enough time to even breathe in the last few weeks, what with all my deadlines with Uni, and working every god forsaken weekend, all my days appear to have blurred into one massive collection of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning last night, as like all nights... to go out for a couple of drinks with my friends and girlfriend, but as always... nothing I ever do goes to plan and I ended up rolling in at Millie's at whatever time it was, completely hammered.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bruised, I'm hungover, I ache, and I might have broken my finger. Furthermore, I feel like I've rolled about in a pool of my own sweat. Probably not the best I've ever felt I'm afraid. I was supposed to be cutting down on the going out recently, clearly it has gone well. I have absolutely no money for presents and I just can't work out where it's all disappearing! I'm beginning to wish that we got another loan payment just before Christmas, however that might end horrendously.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a bit of a predicament lately... I'm considering venting about it anonymously on here, but then again I can't seem to do anything these days without someone finding out. I would really just enjoy one stress free day, but I clearly am not allowed a stress free day leading up to Christmas. I can't even say that I'm in the spirit for it if I'm honest. People are really right when they say that Christmas changes as you get older, I'm really not looking forward to it like I used to, which is quite depressing. I guess that's relatively acceptable considering I'm almost entering my second decade of life.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite strange beginning to think I'm going to be 20 soon... Also rather exciting though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, I've just realised I've actually talked total bollocks in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;How about an idea, you give me a topic and I'll write about it?&lt;br /&gt;Post on my Facebook or on here and I'll get writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-4791632253130934502?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/4791632253130934502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/rapture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4791632253130934502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/4791632253130934502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/rapture.html' title='rapture'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>46 Hampton Rd, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO12 5PU, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.2787542 -0.4178005</georss:point><georss:box>54.276436700000005 -0.422736 54.2810717 -0.41286500000000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1723673377384536664</id><published>2011-12-04T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:42:34.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluebottles</title><content type='html'>Well, hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally failed the other day, I started writing a blog, and then by the time I'd gone back on my MacBook to carry on, I realised that it was in fact, 2 days earlier that I had started it, so everything I had written was totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my friend Rebbie has recently started writing blogs (this is very good I may add), and it has totally enticed me into starting writing again. I haven't written properly in so very long, and if I'm honest, I always forget that I'm really into blogging. Shame on me I know! Well, the date is the 5th of December and I am currently sat on my bed in a vest top, thinking to myself... why am I sat in a vest top? More to the point, why haven't I got up off my sorry arse and got a jumper. Wow, I really do talk a load of shit in these blogs of mine.&lt;br /&gt;So, today I had to work, as usual on every blessed Sunday that I come across. As you can imagine, I am thrilled by working a 9 hour shift on a Sunday. But, I will tell you what I am even more thrilled by, the shop over the road, Sainsburys, closing. Please, tell me if you can sense the sarcasm? So, because they clearly can't cope with the fact that we actually have a decent business over the road now, they have to get a refurbishment, and if I hear correctly they're getting a bakery, not that we only just recently got one. Funny that, isn't it? So, they closed at 3pm this afternoon, and well... All I can say is, shame on you Ramshill. It really shows how mainstream companies can take over the poor defenseless local shops. We ended up earning takings nearly 3 times as much as usual, in the space of 7 hours. As you can imagine, with it being the weekend and me being pretty busy during the week and working the previous evening, I was rather tired. I pretty much went onto auto pilot all afternoon and night, my Mum ended up coming in and poor Leia, bless her heart, had to stay on till 10. Never in all the 7 wonderful years that I've worked there have I seen such a massive influx of people at one time. Not that I'm genuinely complaining about the situation, because if I'm honest it was bloody brilliant that we finally got back what we all have worked so hard for over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I can imagine you are all incredibly thrilled about my ramblings about my very uneventful day at work. So I may have to tell something equally as wonderful... It's a shame I can't think of anything really!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Realisation has struck. I have my first Uni assignment to hand in tomorrow, and I am absolutely nervous as hell that I'll fuck up some aspect of it, although in theory I already have. At the beginning of my course we were all given a welcome pack, with like, our timetables for that week, a map and various other things. In that welcome pack was a sheet of barcodes on stickers. But of course, me being Amy, I lost it. Sat in a lecture a while back now, the lecturer brings up the importance of these very barcodes. "Do not lose them", he says. Meanwhile, I'm sat in the back of this lecture scurrying through my brain for some sort of hindsight as to where my barcodes are. Much to my avail, I found nothing. I still haven't found anything, and my assignment has to be handed in in the morning. Hoorah. As for the rest of my assignments, we'll just see about it I guess. I came to the conclusion that I won't be seeing outside of my MacBook screen for at least the next week, which is of course fantastic for my eyesight and suchlike.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I may have sufficiently bored you all to absolute death so I shall conclude this. Thank you for reading, if anyone has. If you think it's a pile of shit that I'm writing blogs again, also feel free to tell me and I'll stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-1723673377384536664?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1723673377384536664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/bluebottles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1723673377384536664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1723673377384536664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/12/bluebottles.html' title='Bluebottles'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-6553401921713190155</id><published>2011-09-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T05:12:41.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the edge of glory</title><content type='html'>Hiyaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd pop back in for another blogging good time :)&lt;br /&gt;Today, I genuinely feel like shit. I was working all afternoon and night yesterday, and about half 9, a few of my friends turned up at my work and asked me if I wanted to come for a couple of drinks at the pub down the road... I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of drinks then turned into 4 pints, and me getting in at around 2am this morning, soaking wet, sweating, and bruised. I was still in my work uniform, so I'm hoping that I didn't see anyone that knows me from the shop because they most certainly wouldn't appreciate the state I was in. It was weird really, I didn't think I was that drunk and then I got home and then I just seemed to get a hell of a lot more intoxicated. I then got woken up this morning at 7am with my Step-Dad asking me where the keys were for the newspapers at the shop. I was half asleep and possibly still drunk and I was sat trying to think where they were. Turns out, they were in my bag. Embarrassing much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm having the laziest day possible today and I'm gonna go grab something to eat from downstairs shortly because I think I might die if I don't eat soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for a meal with Rachael tonight, which should be good. She's going away to Uni at the end of this week so I'm trying to see everyone before they go, which is kinda crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have much more to say...&lt;br /&gt;I need a bath too, wicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-6553401921713190155?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/6553401921713190155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-on-edge-of-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6553401921713190155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6553401921713190155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-on-edge-of-glory.html' title='I&apos;m on the edge of glory'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>1-49 Hampton Rd, Scarborough, North Yorkshire YO12 5, UK</georss:featurename><georss:point>54.278931 -0.4174567</georss:point><georss:box>54.2766135 -0.4223922 54.2812485 -0.41252120000000003</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1165242655872437157</id><published>2011-09-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T09:02:25.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate thinking of post titles.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sat watching Saw 5? Maybe 6? I don't know, or care. I don't like Saw, I always say that I wanna watch them but I actually never do and now I'm sat having witnessed a woman being decapitated on a giant razor blade simply because the rest of the people in the group were too selfish to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't actually updated this in quite some time. Okay, so since January is a little too excessive for my liking but I just never remember I have a blog to be totally honest. I start University at the end of the month, and if I'm totally honest I'm shit scared. I can't wait to start but I know it's gonna be hard as fuck and I don't know if I'm gonna be actually any good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend starts next Saturday, well... she goes up to Sunderland next Saturday but doesn't start till the Monday. I'm really scared about her going but then again what can I expect? I'm gonna miss her like hell and if I had my own way she wouldn't be going anywhere. I want her to be happy and she won't be happy unless she goes to Uni and has a good life ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been looking to see that Dead Island has been released and now I can't decide whether I wanna buy it or not. I was gonna buy it for my mac but I think it's only playable on PC which means I'm gonna have to buy it for my PS3. I have this horrible sinking feeling that my PS3 isn't going to last much longer. It's one of the older versions and I've heard of them pretty much dying of age and I don't want mine to, I can't afford to replace it whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to watching horrific Saw now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-1165242655872437157?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1165242655872437157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-thinking-of-post-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1165242655872437157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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-2.0187074</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-5126522768977223038</id><published>2011-01-18T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:06:41.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm.. homemade cookies.</title><content type='html'>now then now then.&lt;div&gt;i thought i'd write a new blog, as i am bored, and have nothing better to do. just watched silent witness with my dad and vicky..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just recently managed to have a laughing fit which ended up in me foaming at the mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically, my dad always takes the piss and tries to get me and his girlfriend to look like twats by doing things such as making farting noises when he convinces us to lift a leg up, doing so by saying you've stood on your shoelace, there's something on the bottom of your shoe, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to make him do the same, got so excited about getting to embarrass him that when it came time for me to blow a raspberry, i started to do so and began laughing and made a weird "BLERRGHHHHAHAHA" noise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, he takes the piss, over, and over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i start to laugh, over and over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he then makes a joke about my girlfriends boobs looking like footballs under her shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laugh more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i then go to to take a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laugh halfway during the drink and the fizz starts to fizz in my throat, then in my mouth, then out of my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO SMOOTH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, had a nice day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bridlington so daddy could go to the dentists, which was an absolute thrill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to tescos and i got mini eggs and was very happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have college tomorrow, i have this feeling i'm meant to be doing this filming thing and interviewing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, i'm going to avoid it and do my work. yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't be arsed to write anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my girl, 8 days until i see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all i can think about &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye bye bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-5126522768977223038?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/5126522768977223038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/mmm-homemade-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5126522768977223038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5126522768977223038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/mmm-homemade-cookies.html' title='mmm.. homemade cookies.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-2987147033791614965</id><published>2011-01-10T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:50:36.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya Hiya Hiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I thought I ought to write a little bit on here because I haven't in quite some time. I had quite a shitty day now, thinking on it. Well, my walk to college was shit. I ended up inhaling a piece of chewing gum halfway down Scalby Road, then proceeding to cough it up in a rather unattractive fashion. It was actually alright once I got to college, when Ben finished talking about, literally anything he can talk about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I got on with some game design work which I am becoming quite excited about doing my design now. A zombie killer, within a city in which he takes his revenge on the people that killed the rest of his infected family. YAY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, lunch was pretty reet, rang the lovely Charl &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Then I seriously enjoyed the bitta macro photography we had in the afternoon, got some good pictures so going to be having a play with them tonight I think. Ben put one of my pictures on the board, which went down a treat with me of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, happened to see a certain someone on the way out of college, which of course made me an absolute wreck as usual, which made me feel pretty shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;BUT! Enough doom and gloom I hear you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I am going through to Man Chest Hair (Manchester) on Thursday, and I am very much looking forward to it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously looking forward to meeting Charl and having a good day. Going to be a long one though, up at 6.30 and I won't be home till at least 11.45pm :/ FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;It'll be worth it though &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'm off to piss about with pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;LOVE &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-2987147033791614965?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/2987147033791614965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/hiya-hiya-hiya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2987147033791614965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/2987147033791614965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2011/01/hiya-hiya-hiya.html' title='Hiya Hiya Hiya'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-3261060774010727279</id><published>2010-12-27T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:18:58.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV7eA2WVZ-s/TRk6yGBDVkI/AAAAAAAAABY/CyKP7Pv-nMM/s1600/DSCF1193crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV7eA2WVZ-s/TRk6yGBDVkI/AAAAAAAAABY/CyKP7Pv-nMM/s320/DSCF1193crop.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just realised, none of you, have seen my face.&amp;nbsp;&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/2579903572129130144-3261060774010727279?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/3261060774010727279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-realised-none-of-you-have-seen-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3261060774010727279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3261060774010727279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-realised-none-of-you-have-seen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV7eA2WVZ-s/TRk6yGBDVkI/AAAAAAAAABY/CyKP7Pv-nMM/s72-c/DSCF1193crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-1933272855968789896</id><published>2010-12-24T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:12:17.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got spurs, that jingle, jangle, jingle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I thought I should write another note on here, mainly because they tend to work at getting my anger out, or just relax me in general, as odd as that sounds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, so yeah. Kinda pissed off that what went on the other night has just seemed to be swept under the carpet as though nothing has ever happened. I know I'm pretty passive when it comes to stuff like this, but.. I guess last night pissed me off more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;How can you just get away with saying something as rude and demeaning as that? You can't. That's the issue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;So, when you want to speak to me about this, let me know yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Christmas shopping is officially done. I say that, but then again I know full well there's something that I've forgotten to buy, none of which is purposeful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I was in town today, and I don't know how it managed it, but I am absolutely ehausted. I was just pushing past people and snapping at every available oppurtunity and it was absolute hell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I got everything sorted though, so I definitely feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Mum's currently having a nervous breakdown downstairs, so I'm going to leave her to it and get on with wrapping my presents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I have more new music on my iPod, so that's making me feel better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But, I'm certainly starting to get into the Christmas spirit.. I think. I'll probably feel better in the morning, I was going to go out tonight but I don't have any money left after today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Plus, I don't particularly want to be hungover for Christmas day, as I have to actually get up and help walk the dog somewhere ridiculous like a field or some shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know something?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe how happy I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2579903572129130144-1933272855968789896?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/1933272855968789896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-spurs-that-jingle-jangle-jingle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1933272855968789896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/1933272855968789896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-spurs-that-jingle-jangle-jingle.html' title='I got spurs, that jingle, jangle, jingle!'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-5090986478599146936</id><published>2010-12-22T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:06:38.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I'm not going to lie, I'm pissed off. I'm really pissed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Never in my entire life have I actually ever had to have to decide whether or not I wanted to be friends with someone before, because the majority of my friends never have hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But, I'm not going to lie, you did. You were friends with someone you know I hated, regardless of the fact that we were friends before, and you in fact, bitch and moan about her all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;It doesn't make sense to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I told you all the shit that she does to people, and how much she hurts people, and yet you still wanted to be friends with her, regardless of the fact that you knew it was hurting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Everything I tell you, I tell you in confidence, which means, only you and you ONLY know about it. So, when I get nasty texts, threatening texts off a certain someone. I know full well that it was you who told them what they now know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Even, when you told me you'd fallen out with this person, and that you didn't want to speak to them anymore, you still had to tell them something I told you in confidence, which made me look like a dickhead again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm finding it really fucking hard to maintain a friendship with you, I'm always there for you. I had feelings for you, but that is irrespective of everything else, because I put it to the back of my mind, as I didn't want to pressure you into anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I sit there and listen to you talk about someone you fancy, and yeah it hurts. But being your best friend means that I'm there for you, no matter what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Even after this, I don't know if I'll have the balls to fall out with you, because I'm not vindictive like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But everything is on very thin ice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry I had to write this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry if you hate me, and don't want to be friends with me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But it's something you need to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-5090986478599146936?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/5090986478599146936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-so-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5090986478599146936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/5090986478599146936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-292375883535070798</id><published>2010-12-21T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:10:06.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Right, I thought maybe a way to express myself would be to write a blog on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;It might not be the best decision I have ever made, but hey ho! Shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I am incredibly pissed off this evening. Various reasons have been made as to why I can't get my shit back, but to be totally honest with you, it all just seems like a big fat excuse because you can't be fucking arsed to let me go because you're a pathetic loser who refuses to get over me. It is apparent I couldn't give a shit about what you think of me anymore, and it's also apparent that you're a total wanker who's main quest in life is to fuck everyone who you ever get in contact with - over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;You absolutely disgust me. To even begin to think that I wasted an entire year of my life with you, makes me want to be physically sick. You are genuinely a walking joke and I hope you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;How you can live with yourself at times I don't know. From everything that I've ever heard about you, it has all amounted to a load of shit. You have been a bully for as long as people can remember and you obviously compensating for something in your shit life so you spend your time trying to make everybody else feel shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Why the fuck you just can't bring me my shit is beyond me. I mean, it takes 5 fucking minutes for you to get off your fat fucking arse, get in your shitty car, and drive to mine. I don't even care about seeing you. Your face makes me want to vomit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just bring me my shit back, leave my fucking friends alone, leave me alone, and get on with your sad life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Because as far as I'm concerned, you're not worth the shit off my shoe anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-292375883535070798?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/292375883535070798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/292375883535070798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/292375883535070798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-3131088374305832518</id><published>2010-12-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:15:50.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;girl with one eye.. i'll cut your little heart out.. cos you made me cry..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;i'm having a music day today, hanging about on last.fm looking for new artists to download. i'm reminiscing and getting a bit of regina spektor on my iPod. i've been staying at my dad's the last few nights so it's been nice to get away from the humble abode. had a fantastic bath with a bath bomb last night, i was so comfortable in there, absolutely nothing would deter me from leaving that bath. i'm sorta hoping that weather conditions are going to improve soon.. it's been snowing constantly for the last 2 and a half weeks.. and i am getting a little bit too sick of it. it'd probably be okay if i could drive everywhere, but since i lack that skill, i'm having to walk everywhere with about 16 layers on. i'm going to spend the rest of my afternoon on fallout.. sad i know, but with this weather there is little other things to do without freezing to death. i'm off out drinking for the first time in ages on saturday, booked the night off especially and everything!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;i'm hoping it's going to be a good night anyway, first night out since i've been single anyway... so that'll be interesting! i've got quite a few presents yet to buy so i'm going to try and get some of that done today. christ knows what i'm getting certain people.. i have some general ideas but nothing concrete. lily allen just came on, she makes me smile. i'm kinda glad i'm not on skype right now, my friend tasha would probably not appreciate me singing lily allen at her. regardless of the fact that i sound like a drowning cat :')&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;anyway, i'm gonna leave this here and go and get some lunch!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;lots of love &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-3131088374305832518?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/3131088374305832518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3131088374305832518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/3131088374305832518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-said-hey.html' title='i said hey!'/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2579903572129130144.post-6829090663689282637</id><published>2010-12-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:51:56.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;hello blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;my my.. i haven't written one of these in absolutely ages. i'm chilling today, it's snowing so much outside and the last place i wanna be is outdoors. i can smell the dog from here, and he absolutely stinks. i don't know why i'm sat watching music channels, and i am in fact just watching the adverts at very high volume. it's nearly christmas, i can't believe how quickly this year has gone. i proper need to get my presents sorted. i have a few, but there's quite a lot i need to get. seeing adam this afternoon hopefully so that'll be a nice change. i had 4 hours sleep last night because i was sat worrying all bloody night. so i spoke to my dad and he said he'll drop me back at the house and go back home. they're getting a bed delivered today so when i stay i'll have my own bed. YAY. i'm gonna go on the ps3 shortly, play a bitta fallout new vegas. frank is yapping in his sleep.. n'aw.. anyway, ps3 time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2579903572129130144-6829090663689282637?l=amy-dale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/feeds/6829090663689282637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-blog-my-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6829090663689282637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2579903572129130144/posts/default/6829090663689282637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-dale.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-blog-my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>amydale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14635751353534752646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvWay83bhHw/TmozVmLy6ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8SUvGMQEnUs/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B06-09-2011%2Bat%2B12.50%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
