<?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-4790056163745888630</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:04:39.726-08:00</updated><category term='No Love policy'/><category term='sex'/><category term='body piercings'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='booze'/><category term='family'/><category term='men'/><category term='art'/><category term='Da Count'/><category term='faith'/><category term='HNT'/><category term='BDSM'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Single Girl Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>Come join in my adventures discovering the single life.  Ok no, that's bullshit, I'll be moaning and groaning about how much it "sucks" to be me and how much men make me go cross eyed although I can't live without them.
Adults only please.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-1401215457315827237</id><published>2007-03-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:53:26.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>I'm back...finally...!</title><content type='html'>Hello, hello, hello, hello!!!!! I'm back!  And shit has been happening!  Soooo many things!  Boring stuff first...I'm super busy with school, it takes up my time and energy and quite honnestly, I hate it.  But regardless, when I have a bachellors, I'll be nice and happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the good stuff...the crush...this is an interesting subject...The crush and I are currently kinda sorta seeing each other.  He's my Dom...*sigh*...yes, yes i am happy (in case ou were wondering).  I'm not officially his yet, but I think that it's something that's in an eventual future.  In the past couple of months, we're mainly learning how to deal with each other, he's learning how I react to certain tortures and I'm learning how he reacts to my brattiness (hihi!).  So all's well on that front.  The No-Love Policy is still in effect, have no worry.  Not cause I'm having a little fun that I'm falling madly in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, speaking of the Dom, I've found myself much more comfortable with my kinky side in the past few months.  I'm more comfortable and am now fully able to express what I do and do not want out of a D/s partnership.  I've also developped a bit of a penchant for leather.  It all started with a flogger...a beautiful, beautiful, heavy, thuddyleather flogger that I got from a vendor at my favorite (and only) local sex positive &lt;a href="http://attitudes.cc"&gt;playspace.&lt;/a&gt;  Actually, it did start with the crush...it's that damn leather straight-jacket.  It's so heavy and it smells so nice...*sigh* Add to that a hot pair of boots (I smell an HNT...) and a hot HOT weekend spent in leather shackles...that's it, I'm now adicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...there was also a photoshoot a couple of weeks back.  A good friend of mine has recently started a little company selling some sexy hemp rope and for the website (which is still being developped), he needed some bondage shots.  The concept was good, 2 girls, a guy and lots of rope.  He wanted to showcase different body types (hence me...) and different ethnicities (me again!) in some shots.  It was nice and fun, but didn't turn out as fun as expected.  There are some nice shots of the other two models, but I just...meh...no.  Actually, one or two are interesting, I look foreward to seeing what he does with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-1401215457315827237?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1401215457315827237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=1401215457315827237' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/1401215457315827237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/1401215457315827237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-backfinally.html' title='I&apos;m back...finally...!'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-483469668855854897</id><published>2007-01-25T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:31:29.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>One ring to rule them all…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I thought I'd show off a bit more skin this week. I'm not a very conservative person, but it's not easy trying to take all this pics by myself...I know that the crush, in the anticipation of his victory (see previous post for details) is looking forwards to snapping a couple of me in...let's call them "compromising positions". Anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;(Now this pic, I really miss...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks HNT showcases 2 really different parts of me. Uno, the ring. The ring was a gift from my grandmother who passed away when I was 11. I met her twice, once when I was 5, when we went to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Guinea&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and once when I was 7 when she came to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. It was the only time she'd ever been on a plane. She was 92. She and I never understood one another, mainly because we spoke different languages, but we connected. She gave this ring to my mother before she left &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; (last time I saw her) and told her to give it to me on my 21st birthday. I've only had it for close to 2 years, but this ring means the world to me. Makes me feel...grown up. I just hope that one day - though far away - I'll have a daughter to whom I'll be able to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part of me is the boob. Yes I know...it's pretty straight forward right? I mean it's a tit! But the breast is so symbolic and beautiful in my opinion. It conforts, feeds and provides tons of pleasure! :-) My breast bare scars (tiny ones) because when I was 19, I had a breast reduction. I'm very happy with my breasts now, granted it's not easy for breast bondage, but Buddha knows, they'still quite plentiful if you ask me! I think that if you ask the men I've been with post-op, they're all quite pleased with my girls! There's only one person out there who tries to makes me feel guilty for making them smaller. He knows who he is...and one day...I'll have him tied up, and he will pay! Muhahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...well, I thought I'd type up a super naughty HNT...I guess this just ends up being more of an ode to my femininity and you know what? I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I hadn't noticed, but you can see a bit of my sternum piercing in this pic...maybe I am showing off my more subtle naughtiness...*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go see who else is getting naked by clicking here!&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/4790056163745888630-483469668855854897?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/483469668855854897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=483469668855854897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/483469668855854897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/483469668855854897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-ring-to-rule-them-all.html' title='One ring to rule them all…'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-2702998349341311427</id><published>2007-01-24T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:29:37.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Tied up…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Oh how I wish I were making bondage references...*sigh* but since school has started again, I've been running around like a chicken with no head. It's kind of a pain in the ass since all I want right now is to have some time to get away from real life and spend some time with the crush. Now that I've gotten rid of the Cancer Cock (he was 2 timing me and not telling me...not good when we're supposed to be honest about if we're sleeping with other people). I hate feeling like someone is playing behind my back. I'm a pretty simple lady, I don't mind if we just screw one another in the biblical sense, but I don't want him fucking with my mind, telling me that he's depressive one minute and the next telling me that he's sort of dating some chick and then, having the balls to tell me that even if he had a new girlfriend, that he'd want to still sleep with me. I walked away very satisfied and still possesing all of my dignity after telling him that I'm not his consolation prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the crush front, everything is going well although I'm starting to lower my expectations. I just don't want to get hurt. He and I have made a bet, he thinks that he can kick my ass, and I think he can't. We've wagered 2 TPE (total power exchange) weekends, the winner gets to be Dom. Okay, honnestly, the man is 6'4 and weighs &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="280 lbs" st="on"&gt;280  lbs&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;... I know I'm getting my ass kicked...which I don't necessarily mind (tee-hee!). Anyhow, sadly, because of a congress this weekend, this whole ordeal may have to wait another week (yet again). *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all I've got for now, I'll be back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-2702998349341311427?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2702998349341311427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=2702998349341311427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2702998349341311427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2702998349341311427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/tied-up.html' title='Tied up…'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-5931216885730109091</id><published>2007-01-18T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:28:45.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>HNT #3 – Piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I think I've spoken about this in a previous post, but I'm a total piercing junky. I love the feeling of going to the piercing parlor, sitting in that chair and feeling a needle poke through my skin. Ok...that sounds a little creepy... From the age of twelve on, all I wanted was to get a piercing. Then I got my first piercing, an industrial in my left ear. This was the second piercing; I did the rook because I had just gotten my first gig directing a movie. It was a big deal and I wanted to commemorate the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;(Yet another pic on vacation...I'm guessing they were tired...phew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the rook, I've gotten others. I had my tongue pierced for about 3 years, my nipples (although that was WAY too intense for me) and now my sternum. I'm thinking about getting the tongue done again...but then again, I might do a naughty piercing before I do that one again...only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this weird thing that happens when I get a new piercing, I feel so strong, so sexy, so beautiful. I think I'm not the only one who feels that way though, which is comforting! I tried the tattoo thing but really, one was more than enough for me. I guess that there are tattoo people and there are piercing people, just like the whole cat and dog thing! I know this isn't a wickedly sexy piercing or anything risqué, but I think that it's subtlety is quite representative of me. On that note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go see who else is getting half-nekkind by clicking here!&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/4790056163745888630-5931216885730109091?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5931216885730109091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=5931216885730109091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5931216885730109091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5931216885730109091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-3-piercing.html' title='HNT #3 – Piercing'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-2281706585643500583</id><published>2007-01-12T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:26:51.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Da Count'/><title type='text'>Da Count #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I got the idea to do &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;reading blog. I think it's always nice to put things into perspective. I guess that the thing that made me smile this week was an email from the crush. He and I were sending emails back and forth about how much we both wanted him to lick my boots clean and how he probably deserved to have a few parts of his anatomy slapped around...(hehe!) Anyhow, when I signed off, he sent me a little message that just made me smile. It brought me comfort and, being the sweetheart that I am, I decided that I was going to share this message with you all. **Warning** Now for those of you with a quick gag reflex when it comes to all things cute and mushy, I say avert your eyes while there's still time! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;"nite sweety, i kiss your booted feet with love and respect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;So there...Now go see who else has something good to tell you by clicking here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-2281706585643500583?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2281706585643500583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=2281706585643500583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2281706585643500583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2281706585643500583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/da-count-1.html' title='Da Count #1'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-2369678101750772140</id><published>2007-01-11T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:23:52.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>HNT – Cancelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;There was sad news in the adult blogging community. Due to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-theres-no-easy-way-to-do-this-other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;, there shall be no nekkindness today. I thought that 2007 would start with less sadness but sadly I've also been told that on the 22nd of december, a school fellow of mine was also killed. She was 18... Needless to say that my faith has been on a downward spiral since June 13th when 20 minutes after I dumped my ex (hardest thing I've ever done), I got a call saying that a friend had been involved in an accident and hadn't survived the impact. She was 20. Three weeks later, I got another call, a close friends little brother just had a car accident and died on the spot. He was 18. I didn't know Betcha, but I know that dealing with a friend passing on isn't easy. Tonight, in the privacy of my own room, I lit candles for my friends. I lit one for Betcha too. May they all be having a drink on a cloud, looking down on us and smiling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-2369678101750772140?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2369678101750772140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=2369678101750772140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2369678101750772140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2369678101750772140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/hnt-cancelled.html' title='HNT – Cancelled'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-7638122260652225256</id><published>2007-01-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:22:55.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;School started again yesterday. Whew! I'm already tired! It was an odd day...Went to school, bought some school stuff...went to the gym and met Cancer Cock (someone once tried to convince me that big cocks give cancer...). Cancer cock and I have been screwing like rabbits for about a year and a half. He's probably the one person that I'm most compatible with sexually...ever. He's not BDSM, but if I had to chose, and if there were emotions involved, I'd be with this guy for the rest of my days. Now, CC, as I like to call him, came up to me at said gym (while I'm sweatty and on the treadmill no less!) to ask me if I wanted to leave with him. I said sure, thinking that it'd end up as a post workout workout. So we left, went back to his place, had a bit of grub and then...he gets all nervous and says he has to talk to me. I didn't know what to think so I kinda just told him to blurt it out. And he did. He's borderline manic depressive and has been on antidepressants since the age of 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think of this. I mean...he's my lover, but obviously in the past year and a half, I've grown fond of him and I don't know what to think...I mean, condissering I couldn't have known in any other circumstance, I guess I'm happy to know, but it freaked me out a little. Being manic depressive is a bit of a big deal. I guess I'm mainly scared of what knowing this will bring on. I don't want to pity him. I don't think that I do considering he's says it's under control, but I'm a little irked. What if he loses it with me? It could happen... I don't want to leave whatever he and I are just because of this, I'm not a hypocrite. I don't know... UGH! Let's just say that I'm a little confused right now...I couldn't even bring myself to have sex with him...we cuddled...nothing much else went on. I asked some questions of course, got some straight up answers...but still...I can't shake this confused feeling in the pit of my gut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-7638122260652225256?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7638122260652225256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=7638122260652225256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7638122260652225256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7638122260652225256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-2482347658807783449</id><published>2007-01-05T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:21:33.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Lessons in fisting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Before anything, I just want to say thanks to all the sweet bloggers who stopped by to comment on my first HNT pic. It made me feel very welcome in your little family! I'm already thinking of ideas for next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, back to our regularly scheduled blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I went out with a friend of mine who's sole purpose in my life, is fisting. It's what he loves, and amazingly enough, I enjoy it just as much. We went out for a beer and after about ten seconds, we both wanted each other. Now, let me stress the importance of safety when it comes to fisting. Gloves are ESSENTIAL and so is lube. I know it may seem shitty to have to wear a glove, but considering how many little tiny nano-rips you can make in a vagina with friction, I'd rather know that I'm not going to get anything that might be stuck under a finger nail in me...ugh! The idea makes me cringe. Anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started with some pretty straight forward vaginal dialation with his fingers, working me up from one to 4. He then did something new, which was shockingly good, he put his two hands in me (8 fingers, no thumbs) and opened me by pushing his hands outwards. Then we moved to some straightforward fisting. The key to getting past the knuckles is to NOT rush this. I was in control over how deep he went inside me. Being on all fours helps as the fistee (lol) can lower herself on the fisters fist (duh!). Now this is when communication is the most important. There's a fine line between being on the edge of the most amazing orgasm in the world and painful rubbing of the knuckles against the bladder. This can result in pain in the long run. Now generally, I find that after that ginormous orgasm that I tend to achieve through fisting, I'm not good for anything, but my friend thought that ending on a good puss eating would be nice. He was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I just really hope that youz peeps try it out, get some gloves, some lube, unhook the phone and play away. It's fun and sometimes, it's a nice way to experiment with squirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy fisting to you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-2482347658807783449?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2482347658807783449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=2482347658807783449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2482347658807783449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/2482347658807783449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/lessons-in-fisting.html' title='Lessons in fisting'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-6594567111172174601</id><published>2007-01-04T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:20:48.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HNT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>My first HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I thought that I'd be hit with a stroke of genius for my first HNT on this blog. Apparently not... I think that every girl who's had her hands on a camera has, at some point, taken a picture of her feet. I always wondered why... Now, being into the whole BDSM thing, I have found that feet can be quite an object of lust and desire, but I've never really understood. Sure, I've enjoyed seeing a man lick my boots, but foot worship isn't really my thing I guess. The one great thing about feet and being Domme...foot massages. I enjoy them terribly! I once went through a summer of getting pedicures once a week. Man did I feel sexy then! Ok, ok, I still feel sexy, but for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;(This pic is currentl on vacation and will be back soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt; Anyhow, I guess that I've now broken the ice and that there will be many HNT's to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy HNT! Click &lt;a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see who else is showing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-6594567111172174601?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6594567111172174601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=6594567111172174601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/6594567111172174601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/6594567111172174601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-hnt.html' title='My first HNT'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-5218391127332657091</id><published>2007-01-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:17:49.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Love policy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It’s a new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;The last post I made was pretty depressing...I was a little depressed about being alone...I have to admit that at midnight, when the ball dropped, I felt alone. I was with friends, but I felt so...lonely more than alone. I was watching some of my closest friends call their men and be happy and all that and I realized that all I had was them and my family...I think I may have even shed a tear...(snif...I know). But now that the bulk of emotion has passed, I'm in bed with the cat sleeping accross my legs, I feel okay. I know I'm going to have a good year, that I'm going to grow as a woman, as a Domme, as a friend and as a lover. I also feel kinda comfortable knowing that this is day uno of the No Love Policy. This is the year of me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-5218391127332657091?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5218391127332657091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=5218391127332657091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5218391127332657091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5218391127332657091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year.html' title='It’s a new year'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-8284328152330071911</id><published>2006-12-30T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:17:01.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>A whole new year…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Tomorrow is New Years Eve...I didn't see this year pass, what with it being so...crappy. Not just in a regular crappy fashion, this year has had it's share of break-ups and deaths and personal drama moments...Let's just say that 2007 should be a walk in the park compared to the last 6 months or anyways, let's just say that that's my new year wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for ringing in 2007... Fondue with friends and watchig Sex and the City. Yes, I'd rather get an enema than do this, but if I stay at home, I feel that I may just sit in my bed and cry and hold the cat and cry some more. This isn't a valid option. The only other solution I found would be to go out alone...on new years...don't think so. So...rather than stay home with mom and dad...I'll be hanging out with a gay couple and two girlfriends...woo...hoo..(I'm sure you can hear the trepidation in my tone...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for 2007...get new friends...lol. Other than just smiling everyday, I've resolved to stop being so fucking nice to everyone around me. I'm a little to compliant with my entourage. I guess it just comes down to being more inclined to making myself the priority. This year is all about me. me! &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Me.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; mE. ME! So...yes. Let's make this the year of MOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you and yours, have a safe, happy and kinky new year!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-8284328152330071911?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8284328152330071911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=8284328152330071911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/8284328152330071911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/8284328152330071911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/whole-new-year.html' title='A whole new year…'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-7767824265563779457</id><published>2006-12-28T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:16:10.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>I’m a douchebag…maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I've always had a tendency for being too nice. The crush messaged me from a Dom's email adress which is interesting considering I prefer being a sub to him. He was super sweet and we were supposed to see each other tonight. It's 10.45 pm and I'm still at home...No, I'm not sitting by the phone waiting for him to call, I've just decided that I wasn't going to care. Man, if only I could manage that. Hopefully we can get in contact tomorrow. I guess he really isn't the guy for me although when we talk, I always end up feeling so good about myself...*sigh* what am I supposed to do here? I guess I'm going to give him one more chance...one more, after that, I'm just giving up. I hope it doesn't get there. Man, I really feel like I'm destined to be alone for the next long while in my life. Is it too much to ask for a little comfort, a little bit of a sense of security, something that can make me think that I'm worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I just want to be in that leather straightjacket again...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-7767824265563779457?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7767824265563779457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=7767824265563779457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7767824265563779457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7767824265563779457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-douchebagmaybe.html' title='I’m a douchebag…maybe'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-6372854587066360060</id><published>2006-12-26T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:15:06.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Insert crazy swearing here…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm such a douchebag. That's all I can say, I think. Me=douchebag. I had a really bad day. Ended up flipping out and almost crying (which I hate). I called the crush to wish him a Merry Christmas. I think one of his friends answered and said that he thought I had a wrong number. This came after a series of developments which made me believe that it's a government plot for me to have the shittiest day. So now, there'll probably be no second thing with the crush which means that I go back to wallowing. Man it sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that the one person who might read this is probably rolling his eyes at my patheticism. To him, I say...Yes I know...how am I supposed to be a credible Domme if I act like a girl right? Well...I am a girl. I have good days and bad days. Around this time of year, with the year I've had, I'm allowed to be a little weak and want to sink down into subness again. I seem to have that need when I'm feeling down, to just sink back into being a sub and being controled and at someone's mercy. I think that's why the crush is a crush, he managed to make me feel small, safe, beatiful and frustrated all at once. It's hard to not want that more than once...It definetly helped that he towered over me and was strong enough to hold me down with one hand. *sigh* I want that again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-6372854587066360060?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6372854587066360060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=6372854587066360060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/6372854587066360060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/6372854587066360060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/insert-crazy-swearing-here.html' title='Insert crazy swearing here…'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-7905861118322502840</id><published>2006-12-26T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:13:07.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>Wow…I’m lauging at myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't believe that I posted while completly drunk...it's a little pathetic...Meh, it's the holidays, being stupid is permitted. I'm kinda mad at myself about the whole fucking-my-best-friends-little-brother thing though...We were drunk, which is not an excuse, but it's really nice to flirt and not give 2 shits about the consequences. It's one of those feel good things. I actually didn't do much, he kept looking over and giving me the "look". Then during martinis the footsie started (what is this high school?). Then we all watched a movie during which I don't think the whole &lt;i&gt;touche-pipi&lt;/i&gt; thing went unnoticed. We were all REALLY drunk though...who knows...same thing happened last time too. Anyhow, the fourth person left, best friend decided she was too drunk to stand and went to bed. I went out for a smoke and went to crash on her couch for a couple of hours to sober up a little. Didn't sober up...was pounced on...anyhow...can't wait to see if this'll repeat itself again...hmmm...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-7905861118322502840?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7905861118322502840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=7905861118322502840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7905861118322502840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7905861118322502840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/wowim-lauging-at-myself.html' title='Wow…I’m lauging at myself'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-559500975744180838</id><published>2006-12-26T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:05:14.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Drunk posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Wow I'm drunk! Went to my best friends place for dessert. Needless to say there was no dessert but a shit load of booze was waiting for me when I got there! Yes...I am posting at 6 am, completely piss drunk...Nice don't you think! Anyhow...this past summer, under Very similar circumstances, I fucked said friends little brother...What do you think happened tonight? Yep...did it again (wow this is what Britney must feel like!). Fucked best friends little brother (he's 20...) and had fun teasing him all night...how mean can one firl be...I'll tell you after I've had a tall glass of liquids (water or juice....no more booze tonight!) and a few hours sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Kissies!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-559500975744180838?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/559500975744180838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=559500975744180838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/559500975744180838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/559500975744180838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/drunk-posting.html' title='Drunk posting'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-5269299651254710273</id><published>2006-12-25T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:03:20.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>The Christmas Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;The hardest part about my first Christmas as a single gal is that I miss the Christmas cuddles...I think that if at one given moment I'd take back my ex...now would be it. I feel so alone...I try to feel better seeing my family around me, but mine isn't a family where one feels safe, it actually makes me feel isolated and alone..That's what's nice about having men around though...and that's why I miss my man friends. They always manage to make me feel safe and special even if it's not a "special friendship". Man, I think I have an addiction...men...*sigh* what else is new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my plan for Christmas is the neverending family brunch, full of hypocrisies and fake laughter followed by movie watching. It kinda sucks when all my friends, who actually are more of my family than the ones I share blood with, are in super Christmassy families...this is kinda the time of year where you need those who are close to your heart, even if it's just to hang around and watch John Hughes movies while eating junk food like pigs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meh...food for thought I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-5269299651254710273?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5269299651254710273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=5269299651254710273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5269299651254710273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5269299651254710273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-blues.html' title='The Christmas Blues'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-7145106029443670356</id><published>2006-12-24T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:01:31.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Ok...something good happened...the guy I was trying to forget is back in the picture...Can you say BIG sigh of relief? *big sigh*. This news came yesterday and allowed me to sleep with a big fat smile on my face. What an ego boost to think that someone wasn't into you and to find out that they actually are interested...Let's just say that I'm flying high confidence wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...I need to go get ready for Christmas eve with the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-7145106029443670356?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7145106029443670356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=7145106029443670356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7145106029443670356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/7145106029443670356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-8039027753383801492</id><published>2006-12-23T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:02:18.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Love policy'/><title type='text'>I can’t wait til the fucking holidays are over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-CA" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sounds like I'm a little high strung doesn't it? I'm just tired of walking around town and seeing people make out on street corners and all the love stuff on tv. I've just taken on this No Love Policy, maybe that's why I'm bitter. My best friends boyfriend implemented this last summer. His was supposed to last 2 years...dogshit of course. I'm giving myself til the holidays 2007 to be single. I'm just not ready... Granted I could make an exception if ever there was an absolutely amazing, lovely,...(all sorts of good adjectives)... I know that this is going to be good for me. I'll be able to just concentrate on me for a year. I want to be able to just...have fun without and strings. I think I'll make it official, the No Love Policy will take effect on the 1st of january 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-8039027753383801492?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8039027753383801492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=8039027753383801492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/8039027753383801492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/8039027753383801492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-wait-til-fucking-holidays-are.html' title='I can’t wait til the fucking holidays are over'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-8734657301953421612</id><published>2006-12-21T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:09:52.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>Holy Holidays (2pm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;This past monday, I had a little holiday get together with some girlfriends. Of course, we did a gift exchange and I scored, big time! The theme was "porn"...pretty straight forward you'd think...right? Here's what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;(pic to come back soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A friend of mine made it...it's gorgeous and will look fabulous hanging over my bed...*grin*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also need to post an eventual pic of my new piercing. I got it thinking that maybe it could start a couple of conversations with boys, but at the same time, I've really fallen in love with it. I'm a freak when it comes to body piercings. If my family wasn't so conservative, I think I might be covered in them. It's funny, but I feel so sexy when I get a new one. They give me this feeling of being this amazingly strong woman who can deal with herself...I know I haven't said what this new piercing is...I think I'll just keep you guessing a little longer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-8734657301953421612?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8734657301953421612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=8734657301953421612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/8734657301953421612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/8734657301953421612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/holy-holidays-2pm.html' title='Holy Holidays (2pm)'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-5053339871517606897</id><published>2006-12-21T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:14:58.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>Holiday depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I know I make it sound super bad, but it's true that during the holidays this year, I'm feeling a little down. It's the first time in 4 years that I'm going to wake up on Christmas morning all alone. I don't know how I'm going to feel but I think that I'll manage to do something fun and to keep on smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided to give up on the crush. I know I can't just do it like that...but I think that I can manage to let go a little. I'm just going to keep on being cool old me and just step on my ego a little. I think that there are probably oodles of men out there who would be great for me. It is true though that I don't have the worlds most amazing confidence, but regardless, I make an effort to feel better about myself. I have a very long road ahead of me, that I know, but I think that it's all about the little things that are going to help me feel confident as time goes by. Someone once said that "you must love yourself before you can love anyone else". I think that makes sense...you know...it's important to be your own priority before you can make someone else yours...hmmm...I guess that's food for thought...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-5053339871517606897?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5053339871517606897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=5053339871517606897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5053339871517606897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5053339871517606897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-depression.html' title='Holiday depression'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-6941866236059920128</id><published>2006-12-20T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:13:19.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>And so we begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;I decided to start this blog because I was having some man-issues that I couldn't talk about elsewhere. You'll know me as Miss, I'm a stressed out girl who's learning how to relax and enjoy life one thing at a time. I was in a long term relationship and have been single for 6 months. During those past months, I've screwed every guy that I could, I like to call it fucking with a vengeance... The only thing is that now, I'm starting to want to expand my horizons a little on the relationship front. Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with me in the sense that I'm not a dog, I'm a relatively pretty woman. Apparently, the cincher when it comes to me, is that I'm intimidating. I think that's all a load of bull crap...but that's MY opinion. Anyhow, men seem to flock away from me so, I've taken to meeting guys online. Yes, I know, it's as pathetic as it sounds... I consider this like an experiment, it's like my dating training wheels. Oh yeah...the only issue though is that I'm a part time S &amp;amp; M-er so that narrows my "manfield" even more. I get a bunch of guys who want me to hurt them in all sorts of ways who want to be around me. I'd totally do it more if I wasn't interested in meeting someone whom I could develop something with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the story that got me in this blogging predicament...I met this man online. He seemed great for me although a little older. We met up, I was going to top him, ended up being the opposite that happened. It was amazing as I hadn't been dominated in quite a while and whilst I love flogging a man, sometimes it's nice to just go off into sub-land. Anyhow, I had a blast and a half but now I don't know if he wants to see me again. We're still messaging but he seems much less interested...I don't know...He's answering messages and all but I don't know if I should just directly go and ask him if he's still interested considering this isn't a fixed thing just yet...*sigh* what to do? what to do? I thought about not sending him a message until he sends me one but that feels silly...and I hate stressing out over this one guy. I guess it means that I really like him. I don't know what to do...HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-6941866236059920128?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6941866236059920128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=6941866236059920128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/6941866236059920128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/6941866236059920128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-we-begin.html' title='And so we begin'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4790056163745888630.post-5222287634354818024</id><published>2006-12-02T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:17:20.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body piercings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><title type='text'>Holy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;This past monday, I had a little holiday get together with some girlfriends. Of course, we did a gift exchange and I scored, big time! The theme was "porn"...pretty straight forward you'd think...right? Here's what I got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqlAT2AsQfc/RYraS8n-WeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QhQOsoxz52A/s1600-h/automne2006053.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;A friend of mine made it...it's gorgeous and will look fabulous hanging over my bed...*grin*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to post an eventual pic of my new piercing. I got it thinking that maybe it could start a couple of conversations with boys, but at the same time, I've really fallen in love with it. I'm a freak when it comes to body piercings. If my family wasn't so conservative, I think I might be covered in them. It's funny, but I feel so sexy when I get a new one. They give me this feeling of being this amazingly strong woman who can deal with herself...I know I haven't said what this new piercing is...I think I'll just keep you guessing a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4790056163745888630-5222287634354818024?l=thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5222287634354818024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4790056163745888630&amp;postID=5222287634354818024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5222287634354818024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4790056163745888630/posts/default/5222287634354818024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesinglegirlramblings.blogspot.com/2006/12/holy-holidays.html' title='Holy Holidays'/><author><name>Miss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01422328456546801123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
