<?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-8296028</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:00:14.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING!</title><subtitle type='html'>Something to help me keep sane!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-110134717606116053</id><published>2004-11-25T13:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T12:46:16.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch a Falling Star???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-110134717606116053?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/110134717606116053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=110134717606116053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/110134717606116053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/110134717606116053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/11/catch-falling-star.html' title='Catch a Falling Star???'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109757401195396723</id><published>2004-10-12T19:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:40:11.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchy Coincidence</title><content type='html'>I went somewere out of the ordinary today and did things out of normal sequence,and because of that ran into the two Bitches I mentioned in yesterdays Blog.&lt;br /&gt;I told them about my Blog and we caught up on some missed out on Bitching, it was great, as though the all powerful Bitch Godess was looking down and made it happen. I was so Happy to run into them we had a great time catching up,and neither of them was insulted by my refering to them as Bitches, which was my whole point of yesterdays Blog.Its so good to be able to connect with people like that, and not have to censor your conversation, I mean of course not everyone is going to agree with everything we say or do,that would be boring.But to be able to have interesting and sometimes controversial topics of conversation which can become very debatable is extremely invigorating.That is one of the reasons for this Blog and reading other Blogs, the openess of self expression that unfortunatly due to everything having to be so PC these days is lacking.So bring it on Bloggers lets turn this world on its ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109757401195396723?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109757401195396723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109757401195396723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109757401195396723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109757401195396723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/10/bitchy-coincidence.html' title='Bitchy Coincidence'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109748600460092454</id><published>2004-10-11T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:13:24.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TO BITCH OR NOT TO BITCH!</title><content type='html'>When is it appropriate to Bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Always?Never?Sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;The thing with Bitching is that most of the time it seems valid, until it turns around and kicks you up the ASS.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we Bitched about something to someone,and had that person turn around and cut you down,and usualy in front of other people?&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that before putting a Bitchy comment out into the universe we have to be sure that who we are Bitching too,is in fact Bitch worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life we are lucky enough to come across the perfect partners in Bitch, which is a rare occurence but definatly a fulfilling one,because as we all know Bitching is a fantastic way to pass time when in a mind numbing situation. I work on the weekend and was blessed to be working next to TWO supreme Bitches, one of course more Evil than the other (heehee) but BOTH fantastic in their own Bitchy Ways. There were very few times when a Bitch Worthy moment would present itself that one if not all of us would dive right in and let loose,now of course to us this was harmless fun,but to others would possibly be very unacceptable?&lt;br /&gt;There has been many a time when out with a group of people I have gone off on a BItching Tangent, not a person in the room wasn't divided and conquered with my own personal Bitchy Barbs, and yes for some of my friends this was very entertaining,but for others you could see the concern on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;I have had to rein myself in on occasion and am completely understanding of the fact that Bitching is not every ones "Cup Of Tea" so I am going to have to save my personal Bitches to myself until I have the audience of other like minded Bitches around,and generally alot of the time some of the perfect Bitches turn out to be Men lol..........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109748600460092454?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109748600460092454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109748600460092454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109748600460092454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109748600460092454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-bitch-or-not-to-bitch.html' title='TO BITCH OR NOT TO BITCH!'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109652607737409547</id><published>2004-09-30T16:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:34:37.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT SHOP WHEN PRE-MENSTRUAL</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine once told me that whenever it was a couple of days before her "time of the month" she used to have to lock her credit cards away, as she would buy some of the ugliest most ridiculous outfits ever, and worse they always seemed to be of the "no refund" variety.&lt;br /&gt;I always put this down to being just an excuse for her to rationalise the fake fur bikini, and the terry toweling jumpsuit that she realy liked at the time but realised she would never be able to wear without being laughed out of the room, any room even a chat room...lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday happened, now fortunaltly for me I am not built to be able to m ake such fashion disasters as most of the outthere and fashion nightmares are usualy in a size that even my virtual self would not fit, my "PRE" disaster was in the form of technology.&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is for the last few years I have been addicted to a pc game called "The Sims" I am sure there are many out there in the same predicament, now this game over the years has cost me a few hundred dollars due to the expansion packs one "Must Have". &lt;br /&gt;Well after all of this investment the creators decided to torture me more by bringing out "The SIMS2" now I have waited for the last six months for this game to come out and believe me the buzz on the internet meant there were many millions of others also waiting, so it comes and i find out that the computer i have does not have the many requirements it needs to play the game :( miserable, does not even come close, but i decided that due to the very high outtanding balance on my credit card i would do the responsible thing and wait until i fix that and then look into an upgrade, as not only would i have to upgrade but also buy the game. &lt;br /&gt;Well all was going well, i got past two weeks of the game being out and then yesterday i woke up unplugged my computer put it in the car to take it for an upgrade and then instead of doing that, saw that an internet cafe was selling there components cheaply, so $300.00 later i have a new coputer harddrive tower with heaps more oomph go to my usual software store buy game get home, THE BLOODY THING DOESNT WORK WITH MY MONITOR ok breathe, ring my software store he gets me to bring in today, and spends 5hours with me wandering around aimlessly feeling very sick, not only because of the computer but because "THEY" came this morning, after all this time spent i realise i am up the creek and i am going to have to try and take this back to cafe and start screaming, but have no receipt, no warranty no nothing and feeling more and more ill, but for the help and kindness of the software guy, who is now taking it home and stripping it apart to start from scratch and reconfigure it totally which should do the trick, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;So in this little drama that is my life I finally understand the need to lock up the Cards, from doing the responsible thing to doing the irresponsible thing in one quick move, god help me and the software guy...........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109652607737409547?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109652607737409547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109652607737409547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109652607737409547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109652607737409547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/09/do-not-shop-when-pre-menstrual.html' title='DO NOT SHOP WHEN PRE-MENSTRUAL'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109558789198026727</id><published>2004-09-19T19:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:58:11.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Peculiar Week Ever</title><content type='html'>This week has been completely supernatural!it started on tuesday having a dream about an ex workmate who i had not seen for about six or seven years, now this was realy strange because usualy i can work out why these dreams usualy occur based on triggers of the previous couple of days, but there was no reason for this at all????Wednesday i get a call from my friend as she has put her car into the mechanics and wants to see if i want to lunch so i go to meet her at her mother in laws and while we are there i start to read through the Ikea catologue on the table and we all love Ikea so i convince her that as we have about 2hrs until we need to pick up her car we should go to Ikea as it is not that far away, so we went not that big a deal right, well the next night i am on the internet chatting to a girl from england and it seems that she is the same starsign as an ex of mine so we chat about him for awhile and then i go out to meet some friends and run into the ex's brother, then we go to another pub and meet two guys from sweden who are in Australia working and holidaying but who are they working for IKEA and who got them the job one of the guys dad was sent here a year earlier to open the new BIGGEST IKEA in Australia, bizarre it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;so the next night i am at home and the phone rings and it is the ex because his brother told him he saw me so he felt he should call me and we chatted for about two hours, then i went and met my other friends at the pub and who should walk in but the guy i haven't seen in years that i dreamt about who has been living interstate for the last five years and was up here with a group of guys fom Melbourne, so i end up hanging out with them all night and get on well with one of them,almost too well......and it seems that the friend had lived in the area for a few years and knew some people that i knew and we werre talking about one of them that i hadnt seen for a few years either, so next day go to work and leave half day because i have to go to cemetry because it is the anniversary of the death of a friend so that night i go out again and am having arealy good night under the circumstances of the day which is also amazing for me as usually every other year i have been a wreck for this whole week, and then at the end of the night in walks the guy i was talking about with the other guy the night before, o.k this is starting to spin me out i talk to him for awhile and tell him that they are up here, and then my friends and i go to another pub its now 3 in the morning and i get to this place that i havn't been to in a long time and the first person who i run into is the younger cousin of my friend who died and then she takes me to another room to see the older cousin.... something in the universe was in alignment for me this week it is truly amazing how things can link together like that, it happens to everyone at one time or another, but to happen so much in the same week i would have to say is a rarity, i had another experience years ago were an old school friend of my mothers from Ireland came to Australia to visit they had not seen eachother in about 30 years and when she came she brought with her a phone number for another girl they had gone to school with so they rang her to make arrangements to meet the next day for breakfast and it seemed that she had lived in the next suburb to my mum and i alll along??? but what was crazy was later that afternoon i came home to find my house had extra people and that was because our guest had gone up the street and gotten lost, she stopped a lady and her daughter to ask for directions and it ended up being the lady they had arranged to meet for breakfast the next day. life is amazing and the powers that be look after us in the strangest of ways, so look out for these links in life because you never know were they may lead. and if there is anyone out there that reads this that has similar stories please comment me with them because these special moments should be shared...................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109558789198026727?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109558789198026727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109558789198026727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109558789198026727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109558789198026727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/09/most-peculiar-week-ever.html' title='Most Peculiar Week Ever'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109514574793099906</id><published>2004-09-14T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:09:07.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EX SEX! A DILLEMA</title><content type='html'>What is it about Ex Sex that seems to be so popular?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the familiarity? Is it the guarantee of knowing exactly what it is that you are going to get? Is it knowing that you don't have to try and impress the other person as they already know most things about you? Or is it the fact that you dont have to go through all of the motions of teaching or learning of what the other person requires in the bedroom, or werever it is that you are?&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I seem to be a much more popular Ex than i do a Current,over the years all the partners I have ever had have wanted Ex Sex for longer than the relationship was in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;One partner and i went out for about five months and then after we had sex for a further 2 years, next partner went out for nearly 3 years, ex sex for a further 3?????????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wether it's because i am a nightmare to be truly involved with? or wether they are just to lazy to look elsewere?&lt;br /&gt;It could be that i am just good at what i do? but even i don't have enough ego to believe that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;it's possible to that it is a different reason for men than it is for women, i know myself it's because i still care and feel something for the other person, and because iof that am willing to compromise my own needs for the chance to spend time with that person, but don't entirely believe that the same applies for the man!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put men down that way or to stereotype them as not having the same feelings because i am sure there are men out there who compromise the same way.If there is anyone out there that can help solve this mystery speak now or forever hold your "piece" (mispelling intentional lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109514574793099906?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109514574793099906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109514574793099906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109514574793099906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109514574793099906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/09/ex-sex-dillema.html' title='EX SEX! A DILLEMA'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109514296884293619</id><published>2004-09-14T16:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T16:22:48.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Symetry</title><content type='html'>Now I am the first person to know that I talk far too much!and tend to write exactly how i speak which usually means alot of words and not much punctuation.Some old friends of mine used to think it was fun to take realy big breaths while i was off on a tangent to remind me that i haven't taken a breath in quete a while, now this seems to be fun for them and i am of the belief that if i only have ten or fifty more words to say i realy cant be bothered with breathing.Now i also know that it is to my own detrament that alot of people that have had to listen to me day in day out usually stop listening to me altogether, which alot of the time realy pisses me off as it usually happens when i actualy have something important to say for a change, rather than just my usual filling of empty space.&lt;br /&gt;This was proven to me the other day while at my weekend job when i was talking to another stallholder who i ctualy enjoy talking to very much, when all of a sudden in the middle of one of my "very important topics of conversation" he butted in by telling me that the two small freckles on either side of my chin were in perfect symetry on my face!&lt;br /&gt;Well being me i just kept on talking and then "boom" it hit me, he wasn't realy listening to me, like i have said i am aware of my tendency to Ramble on (hence the name of my blog) but it still hurts just a little bit to come face to face (no pun) with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109514296884293619?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109514296884293619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109514296884293619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109514296884293619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109514296884293619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/09/perfect-symetry.html' title='Perfect Symetry'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109498628893409521</id><published>2004-09-12T20:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:51:28.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No Culture</title><content type='html'>I am an Australian Female, and am extremely dissapointed in my country having no real identifying Culture or what seems to be National Pride!&lt;br /&gt;We have always been a very Americanised country in what we watch on T.V and Movies and while we mature from children to Adults we identify with what is portrayed in these mediums, we watch all sorts of shows and movies with themes showing Family life, Holidays and the general theme of what America is as a Nation, and I realy admire what America represents as a Culture. there are so many National days that are celebrated and shared with Family and close friends that are an extension of the Family unit, In my Country this seems to be lacking the only real family celebrations that we have is Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;We have a National Day which of course is Australia Day, but all we look forward to from this is the fact that it is a Public Holiday which means the night before we can go out and get drunk and sleep most of the next day, I don't know anyone or have ever heard of anyone celebrating this day as something of pride for the beautiful country that a bunch of Convicts made into a thriving Nation. &lt;br /&gt;In our schools we occasionaly have to do some sort of assignment on Captain Cook the man that found this huge Island that they thought fit to send unwanted convicts from the British Isle over two hundred years ago, but on this day, Australia Day we don't have big events in the schools to make the Children more aware of their Heritage, This is a shame and it is something that is lacking in the lives of future Australians.&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is my opinion, and maybe because we are a young country compared to many others, we may get there eventualy, but also unfortunatly I doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a big Family at all, and my mother and I have been lucky enough since I was a young child(now 32)to be accepted into a large Family on Christmas day due to her making a friend whilst pregnant with me, who had enough family for many. I thank God every Christmas for these people and oddly enough how much their kindness means to me, we only ever see them on that day!(Thank You to the Yoeman Family of Australia)&lt;br /&gt;What I wish for Australian of the future is that they find a day eventualy like Thanksgiving (which even though there is some confusion about the real foundation of this Holiday)which we can come togather as a Nation and not get so drunk the night before, and sleep the day away, but give thanks to eachother for being in one anothers lives, whether Family or Friend, Work Collegue or Neighbour, One Day were not just the thought of Presents makes people glad to see eachother...................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109498628893409521?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109498628893409521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109498628893409521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109498628893409521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109498628893409521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-culture.html' title='No Culture'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296028.post-109498308574191991</id><published>2004-09-12T19:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T19:58:05.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I just heard about this Fantastic new way to release some of the absolute crap that fills my brainwaves everysingle day and doesn't leave much room for inspired thoughts, or maybe thats what they are in the first place, or even worse maybe this is just what happens because i am never going to have anything inspiring to think, oh my goodness i think i just rambled myself into a circle?????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296028-109498308574191991?l=tashapasha72.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/feeds/109498308574191991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296028&amp;postID=109498308574191991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109498308574191991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296028/posts/default/109498308574191991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashapasha72.blogspot.com/2004/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Bitch-Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
