<?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-1274275438247858612</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:40:05.094Z</updated><category term='beta band dry the rain'/><category term='neds kru wee man bolt ya nugget that&apos;ll be right pump your maw'/><category term='edinburgh fringe postsecret frankie boyle'/><category term='rant love hate fuck kindergarten natural born killers friends enemies'/><category term='kate nash'/><title type='text'>Soul to Squeeze</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7835010375010555789</id><published>2009-05-11T01:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:43:27.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Mark Fallon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SgeCqiv6QkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/--LFYk9Eia4/s1600-h/DSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SgeCqiv6QkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/--LFYk9Eia4/s320/DSC02020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334375951037514306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the most wonderful man I have ever met and I cannot wait to have him back. I miss him, I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7835010375010555789?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7835010375010555789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7835010375010555789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2009/05/mark-fallon.html' title='Mark Fallon'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SgeCqiv6QkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/--LFYk9Eia4/s72-c/DSC02020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-5229097660061560739</id><published>2008-10-22T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:20:25.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Correction...</title><content type='html'>He's 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still not good. We're more just like...average friends than a couple. We haven't exchanged any affection since I got back. We haven't touched at all. No hug, no kiss, nothing. It's making me very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-5229097660061560739?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5229097660061560739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5229097660061560739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/10/correction.html' title='Correction...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7853309261662568007</id><published>2008-10-16T21:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:04:11.271Z</updated><title type='text'>You! Me! Crying!</title><content type='html'>I need someone to talk to. I feel so unhappy with my relationship but I have nobody that I can turn to. They're all either his friends too...or just...it's not appropriate. Apparently glandular fever not only triggers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;severe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exhaustion&lt;/span&gt;, but sometimes also depression. I'm struggling with myself at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;He's out at his new friend's house 'watching a dvd'. When I mentioned yesterday that I would be in Stirling if he cared to hang out he told me he'd be doing his essay. Since I changed my mind and came home, he seems to have plenty of time to socialise. All I'm asking for is a little time and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Like T said though, he's 30, nobody's gonna change him now, least of all me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7853309261662568007?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7853309261662568007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7853309261662568007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-me-crying.html' title='You! Me! Crying!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1085967158228730984</id><published>2008-10-12T23:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:51:50.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Agh.</title><content type='html'>I miss Phil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1085967158228730984?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1085967158228730984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1085967158228730984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/10/agh.html' title='Agh.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1326023312811826008</id><published>2008-10-12T19:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:36:48.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Give Up The Fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SPJQIiCYAqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0-tObKGEv9E/s1600-h/DSC03117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351822600733346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SPJQIiCYAqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0-tObKGEv9E/s320/DSC03117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I truly am losing  battle I don't even want to be fighting. I love my boyfriend so much but he doesn't show me any love at all. I genuinely don't think he cares for me anymore, as he has been nothing but cold towards me over the past few weeks. I fell quite ill last week and he has barely shown any interest or care. I've since gone home and have barely heard from him. I don't know what to do, how to revive it. Leave him alone? Perhaps. This is killing me inside, I feel so sad. Just a month ago we were coming home from Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had someone to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1326023312811826008?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1326023312811826008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1326023312811826008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-give-up-fight.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up The Fight!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SPJQIiCYAqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0-tObKGEv9E/s72-c/DSC03117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8819725023881278987</id><published>2008-08-07T00:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:16:39.348Z</updated><title type='text'>A few little things...</title><content type='html'>What have you learned about relationships?That I'm not very good at them. I fall into them too deeply and end up getting hurt. But I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the three girls you trust most?Emma, Dawn and probably Wee Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think "what if" about anything? Yeah, usually "what if I hadn't said that." I tend to talk pish too much. To and about Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted anything?Yes :( mostly stuff like 3 years ago really. (But like the Butthole Surfers said, it's better to regret something you did, than something you didn't do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you judge people you don't know?Constantly. Especially dickheads in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/what is on your mind right now? My boy, since he is ill. And Big Brother because im getting obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking?Mhhhhhh about 3 days ago hahaha. I hadn't seen Mark in like a week. Pathetic I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last text saying and who was it from?A text from Andy calling me legend for doing his shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to live your life?Strange. But amazing too. I've met so many amazing people and loved so many amazing people, it's been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the way things are going?Never been happier with the way things are heading, I hope it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a bathroom?Yesssss. Durty Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has more than one person ever told you they're in love with you? Yesssss. A few maybe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last hug?Marko &lt;3 href="http://www.dlisted.com/"&gt;http://www.dlisted.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything alive in your room?Not currently. Usually theres me/mark/mark's socks but I had a tidy out and mark is at home being sick. Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, would you rather go back a week or go forward a week ? Hard one. Though I was sad last week. Forward, then I'd miss Team Leader week, I'd be a week closer to my birthday, Paris and Pay Day :D Hell yes forward please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8819725023881278987?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8819725023881278987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8819725023881278987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-little-things.html' title='A few little things...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7572990714228324218</id><published>2008-07-30T02:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:16.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SI_OvKFgVTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SvMJZ7QLnaQ/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228625001957053746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SI_OvKFgVTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SvMJZ7QLnaQ/s320/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boyfriend so much. I feel like I could be with him the rest of my life. I could see him being a father, he can see himself being a father. I respect him, adore him, need him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's strange, that I can't stop thinking about how things were 3 years ago. It's affecting my relationship in strange ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7572990714228324218?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7572990714228324218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7572990714228324218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/07/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SI_OvKFgVTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SvMJZ7QLnaQ/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1520556128838502054</id><published>2008-06-09T16:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:26:30.720Z</updated><title type='text'>oooh</title><content type='html'>2 weeks and 2 days until we are in Madrid! Then Toledo, Bilbao.....and who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1520556128838502054?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1520556128838502054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1520556128838502054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/06/oooh.html' title='oooh'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-5493128723389246819</id><published>2008-05-04T22:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:58:41.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Get out my life.</title><content type='html'>Why does she always have such an angry look on her face. Maybe it's because no man has come near her in months. Actually, probably years, unless it's for sex.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would stop slamming all the doors and being a complete bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had nothing to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish she wasn't in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-5493128723389246819?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5493128723389246819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5493128723389246819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-out-my-life.html' title='Get out my life.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-4639983987184313097</id><published>2008-04-30T00:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:16.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Crumbling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SBe_RbvSLMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IrvpbYnHEOc/s1600-h/jhug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194831001419918530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SBe_RbvSLMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IrvpbYnHEOc/s320/jhug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it would eventually. My mental health is questionable at the moment. I am beginning to have doubts about people. People who do actually love me and care for me. Then again maybe they are having doubts too. I don't know why I don't write the truth about what goes on inside my head. Probably because I don't actually understand it myself. Sometimes I'm okay, I was actually really well for a few months there. Suddenly I feel like my world has fallen apart. Though nothing has changed. I wake up irritated by everything. I want to cry all the time. I hate being alone, yet I hate being with people, unless it's him. Yet there are flashes where I feel fine, though at the moment those are few and far between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Description of Bipolar DisorderSome people who experience clinical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/51/onelibrary.cfm?id=97"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; also have periods of euphoria, elation, sleeplessness, excessive energy, and/or excitement known as mania. Though the diagnosis formally requires only one mania per year, in actuality, patients can fluctuate from depression to mania several times a year. More than four manic episodes in a year is considered “rapid cycling bipolar disorder.”&lt;br /&gt;During a euphoric, manic phase, some people go on spending sprees or stints of sexual activity, act impulsively, or display exhibitionistic behavior. Though the person may feel euphoric, they may also feel irritable or upset. This is called dysphoric mania.&lt;br /&gt;The depression of bipolar disorder is indistinguishable from the unipolar varieties. The pattern of mild or severe mania in addition to depression is what may warrant the diagnosis of bipolar disorder. Many people experience a predominance of episodes of one mood over the other, with occasional shifts to the opposite state. Rare individuals experience elevated mood alone.&lt;br /&gt;Rapid-cycling bipolar disorder is characterized by four or more episodes of significant mood changes within a single 12-month period. Less severe manic episodes are known as hypomania, and when these episodes are interspersed with periods of depression it is known as bipolar disorder type II.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Photo (c) ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-4639983987184313097?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4639983987184313097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4639983987184313097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/04/crumbling.html' title='Crumbling...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/SBe_RbvSLMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IrvpbYnHEOc/s72-c/jhug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-6937711309523231031</id><published>2008-04-18T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:05:14.298Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>For once I don't want to go home, because it means that he's not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finland or Spain?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy or Chips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-6937711309523231031?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6937711309523231031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6937711309523231031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7364847448021190106</id><published>2008-04-15T02:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:28:04.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Walking round GLSGW town...</title><content type='html'>I'm actually in love again. I never thought it would happen, and I especially didn't think it'd be with someone like him. I don't mean that in a bad way, I just didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't think he'd feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me how perfect it is.&lt;br /&gt;The age gap scares me more. He's been and done all the changin'. I still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though, I couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7364847448021190106?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7364847448021190106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7364847448021190106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-round-glsgw-town.html' title='Walking round GLSGW town...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-5595056818868517017</id><published>2008-03-27T22:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:04:03.487Z</updated><title type='text'>"Ireland has never looked so good!"</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dated a guy for a couple of months there, his name was Kevin, he was lovely. I broke up with him because I met someone else. I feel like I'm passing on some bad karma that was given to me a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want a cigarette but nowhere is open and I don't have a lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm dating a wonderful Irish man. He's from Galway...he's 30.&lt;br /&gt;So that's an interesting 11 years of difference. I met him at work. I have a new job, again. I no longer work for HMV, but Vue, the cinema chain. It's not bad, I get to go to the cinema for free, with friends. All the staff are amazing too. Especially him. We both study journalism together. Who knows, maybe in 10 years time we could be the Lois Lane / Clark Kent of the Daily Record. (See what I did there?). Doubt it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I fly out to Dublin to see Dawn for a weekend. I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though, I have an essay to write which is due in in 13 hours. I'm going to be very tired tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update this more now...I finally fixed my wireless thing on my laptop. (or the laptop doctor did....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-5595056818868517017?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5595056818868517017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5595056818868517017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2008/03/ireland-has-never-looked-so-good.html' title='&quot;Ireland has never looked so good!&quot;'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-5030551630592782053</id><published>2007-12-20T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T01:25:58.067Z</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck?!</title><content type='html'>I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not with a man.....it's with a JOB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-5030551630592782053?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5030551630592782053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5030551630592782053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck?!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1968964477006155829</id><published>2007-10-27T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:19:25.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck me!</title><content type='html'>Ireland has never looked so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/27/Dylan_Moran.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEADLY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1968964477006155829?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1968964477006155829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1968964477006155829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/fuck-me.html' title='Fuck me!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-6898207962645559171</id><published>2007-10-22T15:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:06:51.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Going through changeeeesssss</title><content type='html'>I have a new job which I really like it's the kind of thing I have always wanted to do so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is away and I'm here meant to be doing essays but that isn't really happening.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to come back...........so we can watch movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-6898207962645559171?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6898207962645559171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6898207962645559171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-through-changeeeesssss.html' title='Going through changeeeesssss'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-6724491819125207800</id><published>2007-10-19T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:49:42.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the star that went on top&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the evidence,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the grounds&lt;br /&gt;For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for meI&lt;br /&gt;wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a messenger and all the news was good&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was an alien at home behind the sun&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearljam. That hit me right in the throat there. And this isn't about who you'd imagine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-6724491819125207800?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6724491819125207800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6724491819125207800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3506732995593679988</id><published>2007-10-17T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:00:27.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...</title><content type='html'>There was no need for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if you like two people...both of whom are friends of one of your best friends? I mean if I were to go with either of them...and it fucks up, it kinda fucks everything up? I mean even just looking from past experience, someone is gonna lose the friend in the middle. I dont want to lose that friend. So therefore I cannot go for either of them. So to conclude there is no point in any of this flirting and I should just go home and watch sex and the city by myself and think about what was almost done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3506732995593679988?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3506732995593679988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3506732995593679988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7008472770629165280</id><published>2007-10-10T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:22:37.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Reputation</title><content type='html'>Even when I'm not being a bitch people think I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasma&lt;br /&gt;x x x x&lt;br /&gt;(hayleys new fav nickname for me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7008472770629165280?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7008472770629165280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7008472770629165280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/reputation.html' title='Reputation'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1921283276637694445</id><published>2007-10-08T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:09:55.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Revelations.</title><content type='html'>In the past two days, two seperate people have come to me and told me how they used to feel about me. I wish they had told me then, maybe I wouldnt be where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit confused again.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget 'The Unpleasantness'.&lt;br /&gt;Pastures new however in the forms of work, love and friends. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;Almost new blog time *countdown*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1921283276637694445?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1921283276637694445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1921283276637694445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/revelations.html' title='Revelations.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8097396426775050088</id><published>2007-10-07T17:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:25:28.804Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Choose truth rather than peace of mind.&lt;/em&gt; ~ Chet Raymo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8097396426775050088?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8097396426775050088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8097396426775050088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-577282015371928978</id><published>2007-10-07T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:50:08.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Cut Me Out.</title><content type='html'>The sky has been a perfect, still blue all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget he even existed. What's the point in remembering now? Apparently there isn't one. Move one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I held you like a lover:&lt;br /&gt;Happy hands&lt;br /&gt;And your elbow in the appropriate place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ignored our others:&lt;br /&gt;Happy plans&lt;br /&gt;With a delicate look upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies moved and hardened:&lt;br /&gt;Hurting parts of your garden&lt;br /&gt;With no room for a pardon&lt;br /&gt;In a place&lt;br /&gt;Where no one knows&lt;br /&gt;What we have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cum?&lt;br /&gt;Together ever with him?&lt;br /&gt;And is he dark enough?&lt;br /&gt;Enough to see your light?&lt;br /&gt;And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss my smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is he bold enough to take you on?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like you belong?&lt;br /&gt;And does he drive you wild?&lt;br /&gt;Or just mildly free?&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you held me like a lover:&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty hands&lt;br /&gt;And my foot in the appropriate place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we use cushions to cover:&lt;br /&gt;Happy glands&lt;br /&gt;In the mild issue of our disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our minds pressed and guarded:&lt;br /&gt;While our flesh disregarded&lt;br /&gt;The lack of space&lt;br /&gt;For the light-hearted&lt;br /&gt;In the boom&lt;br /&gt;That beats our drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I make you cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know sometimes you wanna die&lt;br /&gt;But do you really feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so: be free.&lt;br /&gt;If not: leave him for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before one of us has accidental babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For We are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cum?&lt;br /&gt;Together ever with him?&lt;br /&gt;And is he dark enough?&lt;br /&gt;Enough to see your light?&lt;br /&gt;And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss my smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he bold enough to take you on?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like you belong?&lt;br /&gt;And does he drive you wild?&lt;br /&gt;Or just mildly free?&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;What about me?&lt;br /&gt;What about...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DR Accidental Babies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Stirling. Considering doing a year abroad in Helsinki. Why can I never make my mind up on anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-577282015371928978?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/577282015371928978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/577282015371928978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/cut-me-out.html' title='Cut Me Out.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3502083325235349214</id><published>2007-10-02T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:13:54.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucky day</title><content type='html'>Poppet had a lucky day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;She got tickets to see the Spice Girls and her mum is speaking to her again. She also went to see Tarantino Meets Macbeth....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HACKETT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3502083325235349214?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3502083325235349214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3502083325235349214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/10/lucky-day.html' title='Lucky day'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-4387913261147882315</id><published>2007-09-27T12:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:37:22.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Honesty is a man's best friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Who knows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I write here is what I feel. What I write here are things that I wouldn't normally say. This is a place to vent. What emotion I am venting varies, but it is still releasing something none the less. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Y'know&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I just wanted you to feel how I did? Then again, maybe I thought you would never ever see it. Maybe I am bitter, maybe I am jealous...Maybe I am hurt? I would say all of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet on Tuesday I felt alright again. The storm had passed and I was sitting looking at someone I truly did love. Truly &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you can say that you didn't &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; it to happen it doesn't make it any better. Just like saying that we will still be best friends doesn't make it hurt any less. There is now nothing we can say that will change the events. I can be the baddie now and you can be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt;. It will never change what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot instantly be turned from a pumpkin into a spectacular horse-drawn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carriage&lt;/span&gt; with a wave of a magic wand. I will rot and fester in my pumpkin state for a bit, until someone comes along, carves out all that rotting fleshy orange pulp and starts to build me into something nice and new again. Dear god what is with the metaphors. A bit too much of Angela Carter today I would guess. But let's continue with the pumpkin. On Tuesday night you scooped out a bit of that rotted pulp with a long thin spoon from your giant mug of coffee and took away some of the poison I was filled with. You did that yourself. But now my venom has come back and bitten me, in the form of feelings that were there before you scooped it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. But there is nothing I can do. Like I said. Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To refer to an earlier post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-amazing.html"&gt;It's amazing...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how your life can change and turn upside down in the space of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, I love him. &lt;strong&gt;I understand&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I understand"&lt;/em&gt; and you see, at the time I thought I did. Until you changed your mind. So much for the reasons you gave me. To get your life back on track blah blah. That was a pretty quick change of heart. So to recap...maybe I &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the horsedrawn carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't this stupid rotting pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well Cinders, your time may come...but for now who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-4387913261147882315?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4387913261147882315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4387913261147882315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/honesty-is-mans-best-friend.html' title='Honesty is a man&apos;s best friend?'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-4275430973297266131</id><published>2007-09-24T17:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:39:36.577Z</updated><title type='text'>Downfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to Finland again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time up for this blog. My diary for the year. Let's hope next years will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have to go, I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-4275430973297266131?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4275430973297266131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4275430973297266131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/downfall.html' title='Downfall'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-91544435364125921</id><published>2007-09-12T16:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:33:13.639Z</updated><title type='text'>"Psycho Poppers Sex"</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha oh my god you are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; mature. Aye fucking right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel mature beyond my years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. At least I'm a cunt who can tell the truth :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-91544435364125921?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/91544435364125921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/91544435364125921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/psycho-poppers-sex.html' title='&quot;Psycho Poppers Sex&quot;'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7455414992313461795</id><published>2007-09-07T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:16.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Je n'aime pas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RuGB45CsdvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ipgNw7Ppr58/s1600-h/mjw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107506266799634162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RuGB45CsdvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ipgNw7Ppr58/s320/mjw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grumpy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irritable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Useless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasty........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7455414992313461795?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7455414992313461795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7455414992313461795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/je-naime-pas.html' title='Je n&apos;aime pas...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RuGB45CsdvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ipgNw7Ppr58/s72-c/mjw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8830121847705103736</id><published>2007-09-06T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:53:14.091Z</updated><title type='text'>This, is my face... :)</title><content type='html'>Today was really good.&lt;br /&gt;I got up semi-early, got showered and went into Glasgow. When I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;, I walked down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suchiehall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steet&lt;/span&gt; (cant spell) to the train station and bout a return ticket to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stirling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cappuccino. On the train I sat at a table and listened to the radio on my phone. A really weird man sat next to me. He had dots tattooed on his knuckles and had one of those little mp3 players that take the AAA batteries. His bag had his name on it, I remember thinking it was a really odd name.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stirling&lt;/span&gt; I went to the letting agents, got my new keys and went to the flat. Put a few photos on the walls and tidied up a little. Emma came over and we sat chatting for a bit, then went to Varsity for lunch. We hung around there for ages, Dave came over for a while but it was a bit awkward and apparently he was really hung-over from drinking with work friends. Nice to see he has a social life I suppose. He kinda annoyed me today though, I'm not quite sure why. I don't like seeing exes after we break up...well certainly not so soon after we break up.&lt;br /&gt;Emma and I then went shopping, she bought a woolen cardigan thing from Zara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TRF&lt;/span&gt; which was really nice. All the clothes there were lovely but TINY.&lt;br /&gt;We wandered round a little more but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; see anything I wanted. Emma got a coffee from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beanscene&lt;/span&gt; and then we went to my flat to empty my suitcases so I could take them home to fill up again for Stirling move: Phase 2.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Emma's&lt;/span&gt; and had a lovely dinner and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hollyoaks&lt;/span&gt;. Then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trekked&lt;/span&gt; home. Overall, it was a fab day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to move to Stirling tomorrow, so I probably wont be posting as much...don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; in the flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few leaving notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your mind up. Time is precious and not to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand what I am going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for joining me on the highs and lows again. Thought I'd lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;....Her scent made me turn the pillow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Graffiti&lt;/span&gt;. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8830121847705103736?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8830121847705103736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8830121847705103736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-my-face.html' title='This, is my face... :)'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-391244341005611255</id><published>2007-09-05T17:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:16.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rt7jyZCsduI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ADNR8o7cJZA/s1600-h/hahahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106769482339874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rt7jyZCsduI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ADNR8o7cJZA/s320/hahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Men make me produce a face like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; a blog called Always Aroused Girl. Sounds pure like porn, but it's so well written and very interesting. I've been following her life for a while now. Very attached. She's over in my 'Spank' section under AAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-391244341005611255?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/391244341005611255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/391244341005611255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rt7jyZCsduI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ADNR8o7cJZA/s72-c/hahahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-6383190553473548717</id><published>2007-09-04T22:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:45:17.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Hollow</title><content type='html'>The highs and the lows, the rise and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you on this messy trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Find me and we'll start a new journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-6383190553473548717?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6383190553473548717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6383190553473548717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/hollow.html' title='Hollow'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1653287188095598714</id><published>2007-09-04T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:17.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rt3A-ZCsdtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DB27E_wgMHs/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106449730614621906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rt3A-ZCsdtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DB27E_wgMHs/s320/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get your dick back in your pants and stop telling lies to the ones who do care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone might forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo copyright ME you motherfuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1653287188095598714?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1653287188095598714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1653287188095598714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rt3A-ZCsdtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DB27E_wgMHs/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1983352537353295038</id><published>2007-09-04T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:45:12.213Z</updated><title type='text'>514 Be Happy</title><content type='html'>"Happiness has different meanings for everyone; we each have to define and seek it for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decide what is important to you in life. For example: Do you value a certain kind of job ; material things; a relationship; time alone or with others; time to relax or be creative; time to read, listen to music or have fun? These are just a few of the possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think about times when you have felt happy, good, or content. Where were you? Whom were you with? What were you doing, thinking or experiencing that made you feel happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Decide to make more time in your life to do more of what is important to you and makes you feel happier. To be happy, you have to make happiness a priority in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Start with little things and work up to bigger ones. Little things might include reading an engrossing book for 15 minutes; taking a walk; telephoning a friend; or buying scented soap, shampoo, candles or tea that you will enjoy every time you use them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Focus on what is positive about yourself, others and life in general instead of dwelling on the negative. Write down as many positive things as you can think of in a journal. Keep it handy to read over and continue adding to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Appreciate what is working in your life at the moment. In the major areas of your life, such as your health, job, love life, friends, family, money and living situation, what is going well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*Tips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ask other people "what makes you happy?" or "What is something that makes you feel good?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's okay to ask for professional help. Talk to someone, such as a psychotherapistm career counselor or spiritual adviser (minister or teacher) to help you sort out what would make you happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Read books on the subject of happiness. Wise people have been writing about it for hundreds of years. In the book-shop, look under psychology, spirituality or psychotherapy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;520 Know if Someone is Lying.........."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collins-Just-About-Everything-Succeed/dp/0007193718/ref=sr_1_2/026-8344327-3026057?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1188916893&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collins-Just-About-Everything-Succeed/dp/0007193718/ref=sr_1_2/026-8344327-3026057?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;qid=1188916893&amp;amp;sr=8-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BUY IT! It's far more interesting than I first realised. Now I can spot a liar ha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright (c) 2000, 2003 eHow, Inc. and Weldon Owen Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HarperCollins Publishers, Glasgow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Printed in Dubai by Oriental Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1983352537353295038?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1983352537353295038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1983352537353295038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/09/514-be-happy.html' title='514 Be Happy'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-9055054996913254044</id><published>2007-08-27T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:34:54.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Sake!!</title><content type='html'>1. My tooth broke....well the thing they put over a little hole in my tooth broke! Not impressed mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My car is broke! I don't have 1st or 2nd gear. Driving is rather difficult. I've stalled twice today grrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I quit work today, my manager was being a total cow to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still have no contents insurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I still have no Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm very immature apparently :) yay. Well I am fucking 18 after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Still don't have a transfer of call from 02.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRGHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-9055054996913254044?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/9055054996913254044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/9055054996913254044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck-sake.html' title='Fuck Sake!!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7812608997513880229</id><published>2007-08-26T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:10:55.653Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate nash'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That was it. Just there. I saw the words 'now Single' and it struck me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everybody saying everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I get the strangest feeling when you belong.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I can't avoid the lightning&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm being held up by invisible men&lt;br /&gt;Still life on a shelf when&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind on something else&lt;br /&gt;Sunny days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate what he's done. I hate the fact Travis is actually giving me a weird sense of comfort. I want him to feel how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is work. Yesterday 7-3, today 11-7 tomorrow 7-3, tues 7-3, wed 7-11 5-9, thurs 7-3................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm applying for a transfer to Falkirk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to uni, I don't want to think about it or talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish none of this had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might dye my hair brown. I always need some stupidly drastic change when shit happens. Though if I go brown I'll look like Kate 'in it for the cash' Nash...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7812608997513880229?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7812608997513880229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7812608997513880229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-509327530960481384</id><published>2007-08-24T13:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T13:13:24.835Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Blogger!</title><content type='html'>8 years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to go and work a 3-9 shift, had the dentist this morning and drove to and from hampden last night (stress). I feel exhausted and just want to be in Stirling. I just want things to be back the way they were. I want I want I want I want. I sound like a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilis last night was alright. I was knackered though, and they didnt even play Under The Bridge, was all new material for all those new fans. However Jim Gellatly on XFM played Higher Ground on the radio which really cheered me up. Anthony Kiedis was looking pretty fit but didn't really care for the crowd much. I think he's tired of touring and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biffy Clyro were pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you've gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-509327530960481384?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/509327530960481384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/509327530960481384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-blogger.html' title='Happy Birthday Blogger!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-979954319470216025</id><published>2007-08-23T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:57:59.264Z</updated><title type='text'>AAAAH</title><content type='html'>Just done a 7-1 shift and am now taking my little brother to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers. STRESS STRESS STRESS didn't sleep at all last night through troubled thoughts. I need some rest and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;'Mon CONNECT '07!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-979954319470216025?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/979954319470216025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/979954319470216025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/aaaah.html' title='AAAAH'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-6313589936731620174</id><published>2007-08-22T21:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-22T21:56:04.090Z</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing...</title><content type='html'>...how your life can change and turn upside down in the space of an hour. I miss him, I love him. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, my best friend, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-6313589936731620174?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6313589936731620174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6313589936731620174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-amazing.html' title='It&apos;s amazing...'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3936907982399150067</id><published>2007-08-21T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:36:56.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u136/BRITTANY_LOVES_YEW_2007/GB.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3936907982399150067?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3936907982399150067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3936907982399150067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-701710286170089045</id><published>2007-08-21T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:12:05.860Z</updated><title type='text'>A few things</title><content type='html'>I now have a chatroom over there, say hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another thing! If you say you're going to 'delete your myspace', do that....rather than just deleting me :) can you not just tell the truth for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why do I even care, why oh why oh why do I even give a shite?! Because I hate liars, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE TWO THREE FOUR TAKE THE ELEVATOR AT THE HOTEL YORBA I'LL BE GLAD TO SEE YOU LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnyboy.googlepages.com/cunt.jpg/cunt-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://johnyboy.googlepages.com/cunt.jpg/cunt-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-701710286170089045?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/701710286170089045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/701710286170089045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/few-things.html' title='A few things'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-4421510767696096949</id><published>2007-08-20T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:36:58.018Z</updated><title type='text'>Anything for the limelight</title><content type='html'>Person 1. I actually cannot take you seriously anymore!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2. I wish to god you'd told me at a different time. Love you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3. Sorry for not keeping in touch as much. You freaked me out a bit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4. Get a grip, you are going to fuck it up again if you're not careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope at least 2 of you read this. I hope number 1 reads it most though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-4421510767696096949?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4421510767696096949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4421510767696096949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/anything-for-limelight.html' title='Anything for the limelight'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8735874439024124453</id><published>2007-08-19T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:52:34.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Take note!</title><content type='html'>I don't care about the music anymore. It's all about the images. Still and silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harassment is the most irritating form of flattery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8735874439024124453?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8735874439024124453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8735874439024124453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-note.html' title='Take note!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-2618102672950706724</id><published>2007-08-13T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:44:35.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Excited Maggie!</title><content type='html'>Dave purchased the best birthday present for me last night. He wanted it to be a surprise but I know what I want more than he does :P....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the bad boy itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.compusa.com/prodimages/12/ab9f3bad-7135-4373-9728-c364a350d204.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.compusa.com/prodimages/12/ab9f3bad-7135-4373-9728-c364a350d204.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Roll on the day! I'm going to take sooo many pics with that baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-2618102672950706724?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/2618102672950706724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/2618102672950706724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/excited-maggie.html' title='Excited Maggie!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-2992490526645582148</id><published>2007-08-09T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:16:58.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Somedays....</title><content type='html'>1. Will you just leave me alone, I am NOT yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a life in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Please realise that I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't want to be with you all the time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each number is different person. Maths is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v391/OrlandosAngel/math-is-pwned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v391/OrlandosAngel/math-is-pwned.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[some words from Regina]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown, Downtown&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me, don't write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with your daughter&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have her baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with your daughter&lt;br /&gt;So can I please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown, Downtown&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here, not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me, don't write&lt;br /&gt;I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me, don't write&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me&lt;br /&gt;Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays aren't yours at all&lt;br /&gt;They come and go&lt;br /&gt;As if they're someone else's days&lt;br /&gt;They come and leave you behind someone else's face&lt;br /&gt;And it's harsher than yours&lt;br /&gt;And it's colder than yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-2992490526645582148?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/2992490526645582148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/2992490526645582148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/somedays.html' title='Somedays....'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1687393670833306546</id><published>2007-08-09T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:16:00.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beta band dry the rain'/><title type='text'>Sit up, and pay attention....</title><content type='html'>If there's something inside that you wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Say it out loud it'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the beta band for a special friend]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1687393670833306546?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1687393670833306546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1687393670833306546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/sit-up-and-pay-attention.html' title='Sit up, and pay attention....'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3451922287805387631</id><published>2007-08-07T11:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:22:52.078Z</updated><title type='text'>A Post from my old blog I particularly liked....</title><content type='html'>I'm considering unblocking my old blog.....there are some nice lil things in it. I particularly liked this entry.&lt;br /&gt;My brother's exam results were really good by the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 18, 2006&lt;br /&gt;The Bride Stripped Bare &lt;br /&gt;This book has opened my eyes to things which have happened years ago. Things which have happened a month ago and things which are happening now. It shows me what may happen in the future too. However, I loved this little extract, and I hope some men out there may take some wisdom from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lesson 43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the law for everyone is duty first, pleasure next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want:&lt;br /&gt;The lights turned off. A touch that's gentle, slow, provocative, that builds you up, that makes you want it too much. An orgasm; it doesn't have to be at the same time as the man, just one orgasm so that you know what everyone's talking about. Eye contact. A quick coming that's not on your breasts or face. Holding afterwards, skin to skin. Oral sex, precisely where you ask, for as long and soft and as slow as you'd like. Sex that's uncomplicated, with no ties, where the man will do exactly what you want. Claiming happiness for yourself: you're so used to focusing on your partner's pleasure at the expense of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do not want:&lt;br /&gt;To suck a penis. The smell of stale smoke. A tongue in your ear. Underwear involving satin or g-stings or leopard print or lace. The vaginal sex to go on too long. A thrusting so hard that it burns, it hurts. Swallowing. Breast sucking, breast licking, breast anything. To be asked what are you thinking. For it to be pushed upon you when you're tired, grubby, not yet wet. Being pinned down. A rush to get in. A penis that's too big. Loud snorting at climax, or groaning, or any expression like "ooh yes, baby" and "c'mon". For the roll-over after the coming to be too abrubt. To be kicked out too quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you love:&lt;br /&gt;The arch of the foot, its bones, rake splayed. Wide, blunt, clean fingernails. Michelangelo wrists. Cleanliness. The nape of your neck nuzzled. Your eyelids kissed. Burrowing deep under the blankets. Clothes to be drawn off slowly, in exquisite anticipation. Cold, smooth walls you are rammed against. The sound of a lover's breath close to your ear. Your hair pulled back when he's inside. Your name spoken aloud just before he comes. Connecting, a holiness fluttering within you both. Seduction that's slow, intriguing, unique, by flattery, extravagant gestures, text: poem scraps on napkins, filthy e-mails that should never be sent, love letters scrawled on Underground passes, a line composed in lipstick on your back as you sleep, written backwards, to be read in the mirror; oh yes, all that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (c) Anonymous 2003 (N.J Gemmell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by M. Graveyard at 10:47 AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3451922287805387631?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3451922287805387631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3451922287805387631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-from-my-old-blog-i-particularly.html' title='A Post from my old blog I particularly liked....'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-795052460585673692</id><published>2007-08-07T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:17.650Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edinburgh fringe postsecret frankie boyle'/><title type='text'>How much does everyone love PostSecret?!</title><content type='html'>SO MUCH :) this weeks one is especially good I felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RrhKdzNqyyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i99CcTwO3gA/s1600-h/theotherwhitmeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RrhKdzNqyyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i99CcTwO3gA/s320/theotherwhitmeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095904854193916706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way that's not my card, just one I really really liked ha ha ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Puppetry of the Penis last night and it was exactly how you'd imagine it to be. Lucy Porter was good also, a bit shakey at first but by the end everyone was really into it. However, the best so far, ever ever ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend that is, FRANKIE BOYLE. How much can I laugh in the space of an hour? Oh my gawd I thought I was going to die laughing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THE EDINBURGH FRINGE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-795052460585673692?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/795052460585673692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/795052460585673692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-much-does-everyone-love-postsecret.html' title='How much does everyone love PostSecret?!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RrhKdzNqyyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/i99CcTwO3gA/s72-c/theotherwhitmeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3265123162917957215</id><published>2007-08-03T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:17.802Z</updated><title type='text'>In Response</title><content type='html'>to what she said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I could, and I know I would given the chance. However, we are in different zones and stages, where I have spun past him and he is left lagging at the back, struggling and gasping. I wish I could take him under my wing, and I know it would be beautiful, but I can't. I'm so sorry to disappoint. So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RrO98zNqyxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BKV_HLmlF94/s1600-h/flag+de+scotland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RrO98zNqyxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BKV_HLmlF94/s200/flag+de+scotland.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094624455723502354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3265123162917957215?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3265123162917957215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3265123162917957215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-response.html' title='In Response'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RrO98zNqyxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BKV_HLmlF94/s72-c/flag+de+scotland.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8777227628652047581</id><published>2007-08-03T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:26:59.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Blue Fits</title><content type='html'>You are right to think that was about you....because it was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Ace Ventura, it's pretty good. It's weird seeing Monika from Friends having sex with Ace Ventura........gross really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Spragg's leaving night is when I'm at Connect. That really upset me, so I'll write him a card and get someone to give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend im going to the fringe...FRANKIE BOYLE!!! &lt;3 woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8777227628652047581?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8777227628652047581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8777227628652047581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/blue-fits.html' title='Blue Fits'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-80385873603028240</id><published>2007-08-01T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:56:04.735Z</updated><title type='text'>Poison Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/ligans/ecards/sanrio/pnthanx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/ligans/ecards/sanrio/pnthanx.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is talk to him. I have nothing to say though. I wouldn't mind even if I just heard his breathing on the other end of the phone, it would be enough. I miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell someone to walk out the door and they don't, they stay until you stop crying, they stay all night with you just to make sure everything is okay. That's when you know that you have something worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. You know who you are, and what you mean to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-80385873603028240?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/80385873603028240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/80385873603028240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/poison-prince.html' title='Poison Prince'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8905270323484274622</id><published>2007-07-25T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:34:24.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>My favourite manager at work is leaving tomorrow....he only got told yesterday, he's getting transferred to another store. Everyone is really stunned, it's such a shame that we're losing him. He is the only one left in that store who cares about the staff, who would ask you how you were doing, and chat to you. Im really going to miss him. He was more than a manager, he was a friend to his staff...&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Spraggle Rock :(&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8905270323484274622?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8905270323484274622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8905270323484274622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1395662174613399623</id><published>2007-07-24T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:13:16.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Evidence.</title><content type='html'>Just saw something on a webpage that confirmed something I had feared a while ago. Only now I know exactly who was involved, who it was that left their mark.&lt;br /&gt;To think I actually was going to believe you. To think I actually missed you for a day! Ha! I hate the fact I trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all makes sense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog is cryptic, but you don't have to read it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1395662174613399623?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1395662174613399623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1395662174613399623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/07/evidence.html' title='Evidence.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1046007757082728280</id><published>2007-07-19T16:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:09:31.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Moika</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have been wrung out like an old cloth, with so much tension and emotion. Now I'm hanging up to dry, left high and dry haha...ahhhh...you think i'd learn after all this goddam time wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Not been a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1046007757082728280?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1046007757082728280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1046007757082728280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/07/moika.html' title='Moika'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3522275747263769888</id><published>2007-07-09T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:18:42.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Ooops</title><content type='html'>Thought it'd be funny to change all my blog settings to Finnish.....now i am really confused haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir/Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reflection I really dont know why i bothered putting up with your shit. I hope that in the future I will never be as passive and forgiving as I was. You can have &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;, but you will never have &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. And you will come to realise what you have lost, in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who hurt me, I raise a glass. For things that do not kill me, do indeed, make me a hell of a lot stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fucking pricks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. moved into flat, its fergaliscious, and go to salisbury very very soon! yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;x x x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3522275747263769888?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3522275747263769888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3522275747263769888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/07/ooops.html' title='Ooops'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3943203872908721291</id><published>2007-06-27T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:22:54.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Not over yet!</title><content type='html'>Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Xfm gig in King Tuts I won tickets to (Amy McDonald and Drive By Argument).&lt;br /&gt;2. Moving into my new gorgeous 105 year old flat &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting paid on the 3rd, it wont clear my overdraft, but hey, at least I'll have more than £30 above my limit.&lt;br /&gt;4. Connect&lt;br /&gt;5. Refresh ending...&lt;br /&gt;6. My birthday&lt;br /&gt;7. Jodie's 21st in Salisbury&lt;br /&gt;8. Trip to London&lt;br /&gt;9. Going back to uni and not doing soiciology :D&lt;br /&gt;10. Jools Holland!!&lt;br /&gt;11. RHCP&lt;br /&gt;12. Being with my boy again &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;13. Being with my flatmates again&lt;br /&gt;14. Seeing pip for a drinky&lt;br /&gt;15. Fubar&lt;br /&gt;16. Jimmy Carr Live&lt;br /&gt;17. Lucy Porter and Puppetry of the Penis with Haylur&lt;br /&gt;18. Amateur Transplants, Limmy and FRANKIE BOYLE &lt;3 heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;19. Double bed at uni&lt;br /&gt;20. Living across the road from Fubar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah muah muahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps, i caught them player poker, and i think it was the devil that said "i'll see your heart and i'll raise you mine..."]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3943203872908721291?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3943203872908721291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3943203872908721291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-over-yet.html' title='Not over yet!'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-4212054661930218930</id><published>2007-06-13T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:43:37.002Z</updated><title type='text'>I go ahead and smile</title><content type='html'>I'm getting more shifts at work, I'm happier than I have been in a long while (well maybe apart from when i lived in halls....but that was more momentary happiness, this is more solid?) and I have things to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;Was thinking earlier about a time I burnt the palm of my hand on a cigarette my dad was smoking. He had it in his hand, and I ran up from behind him and clutched his hand...and the cigarette. He bought me a can of juice from a shop to cool the burn. It was a Spar...the can of juice was Lilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-4212054661930218930?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4212054661930218930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4212054661930218930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-go-ahead-and-smile.html' title='I go ahead and smile'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-8298995235602451729</id><published>2007-06-10T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:35:45.891Z</updated><title type='text'>We Get On</title><content type='html'>Being at home is really tedious. I'm finding it hard to get on with my parents, especially my dad. It's only just been over a week i've been home for and already I cannot wait to go back and see Dave for the second time. I am missing him so much. I'm lying on the floor of our story listening to Kate Nash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that time you took my hand it felt so nice &lt;br /&gt;i swear i never felt this way about any other guy &lt;br /&gt;and i never usually notice people's eyes but..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-8298995235602451729?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8298995235602451729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/8298995235602451729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-get-on.html' title='We Get On'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-6414605386771303364</id><published>2007-05-17T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:06:58.739Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neds kru wee man bolt ya nugget that&apos;ll be right pump your maw'/><title type='text'>How I feel right now.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scNLfr1EP08"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/scNLfr1EP08" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-6414605386771303364?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6414605386771303364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/6414605386771303364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='How I feel right now.....'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7832380439064654359</id><published>2007-05-13T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:02:10.686Z</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Ever Think.</title><content type='html'>FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr!!! Why do you only ever think of yourself. AND THIS IS DIRECTED TO AT LEAST 3 DIFFERENT PEOPLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;Grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go back to Stirling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7832380439064654359?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7832380439064654359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7832380439064654359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-dont-ever-think.html' title='You Don&apos;t Ever Think.'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-3877753167729335681</id><published>2007-05-11T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:11:23.522Z</updated><title type='text'>Destination Unknown</title><content type='html'>I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is good! Okay he can be a bit rubbish, can't they all? But this one lives so close to me, and cares about ME. No more one sided relationships! When I get upset, he makes sure to come and see me, no matter how angry he might be with me because I'm being a grumpy arsehole. I'm so glad I met him, it's made everything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new flat, I move in 1st July. It's stunning, I even have a balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x x x x x x x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the utter cunt faced cow bitch from my old life is moving from a scummy uni to the scummiest uni i have discovered. Talk about a step down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-3877753167729335681?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3877753167729335681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/3877753167729335681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/05/destination-unknown.html' title='Destination Unknown'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-7787196983927164397</id><published>2007-04-04T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:32:57.994Z</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Need A New Heart</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I don't? My heart feels better. My heart feels like it's fixed a bit. Well, it's still a bit sore and tender, but it's in recovery. My old heart will recover, I can see that now.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure you've realised, I've met someone. It's not been that long since Phil and I properly split, but it feels okay. He's wonderful. Treats me the way I want to be treated (not too sappy, but like a princess at the same time) and is generally just amazing. I've never been treated this way by someone before, he's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Uni is kinda hard at the moment, the sun's out majorly and everyone is happy and not in the mood for studying. It's amazing though. I feel happier this week than I have in ages. Except I work in a coffee shop and it's really getting me down. I do 16 hours work every weekend, which is really taxing, I get very sore backs and shoulders. My feet kill too, but hell, I need the money so bad. I miss Matalan.&lt;br /&gt;Today I walked up to the castle with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and we chatted and looked at the views and basked in the sun. It was one of the most romantic days I've ever had. I feel like myself again. I'm looking forward to the next few weeks. (Except having to work).&lt;br /&gt;X x x x X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-7787196983927164397?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7787196983927164397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/7787196983927164397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-i-need-new-heart.html' title='I Think I Need A New Heart'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-808360661765774527</id><published>2007-03-19T03:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:59:13.423Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant love hate fuck kindergarten natural born killers friends enemies'/><title type='text'>Time to move baby</title><content type='html'>I'm taking all those pictures off my wall. It's time to move on. I haven't cried in a month, I don't even care anymore. Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck Fuck Fuck people who do shit to me, fuck those assholes who don't think of others. Fuck people who lie to me, and fuck people who pretend to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's now all about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all manage to pick up the pieces of shit that is what remains of your pathetic lives and I hope you move on, get over it. Get over what's stuck up your ass and stopping you from having a life. Get off the computer, stop reading this. Get out there, stimulate your minds, look around you, you worthless people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those wonderful people who make life better, who aren't assholes or don't do stupid shit to hurt me - thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make everyday feel like Kindergarten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie is back, in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-808360661765774527?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/808360661765774527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/808360661765774527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-move-baby.html' title='Time to move baby'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-712882266694410234</id><published>2007-03-13T00:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:02:31.435Z</updated><title type='text'>can't breathe</title><content type='html'>I miss him. I HATE HIM. I hate what he's done. I hate that secret other side. I hate hate hate with all my heart, what my brain thinks. I wish I was numb to the core, I wish I could float along. I want to smoke myself to death. I want to live in a room full of paints and paper, live in a world of my own love. Art and music will save me. Why am I stuck in this retched place with that retched horrible feeling gnawing at the back of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he fuck me up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate. Hurt. Where do you draw the line? Maybe the line just sliced through me and squeezed my lungs. I can't remember how to breathe, feel easy and relax. So tense, so tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to draw child, it's time to let go of him, let go of them, let go of yourself. You'll survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-712882266694410234?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/712882266694410234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/712882266694410234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/cant-breathe.html' title='can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1213731441124742447</id><published>2007-02-26T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:52:30.979Z</updated><title type='text'>They Weren't There</title><content type='html'>To my Emma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for me, for the past 3 weeks. It's been tough for both of us, and I think without you it would have been so much harder. I was never that close to you, but I think now we have bonded so well, and I want to let you know how much I appreciated your support with all the shit that happened. Our other friends missed the initial carnage and don't appreciate how difficult things were for us. They think we can pick up the pieces of their mess, forgetting we still have our own to deal with. I want you to know I'm here for you, and that I'm really proud of you. Thank you so much, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1213731441124742447?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1213731441124742447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1213731441124742447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-werent-there.html' title='They Weren&apos;t There'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-1167261312139956505</id><published>2007-02-07T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:18.126Z</updated><title type='text'>The Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm bloc party are pretty nice to my ears at this hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling pretty good. Day 3 of drinking binge with Emma. Last night we took Jumpei to Dusk. Tonight, we were gonna detox, but thought fuck it, and had a blottle of Baileys. We made everyone cool lil things for their doors of lookalikes... here is my favourite example....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rck2qA3F-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/r4c2n54PU3Y/s1600-h/matt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028610554349353106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="211" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rck2qA3F-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/r4c2n54PU3Y/s320/matt1.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rck2wA3F-KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NYgNsDIXW3w/s1600-h/matt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028610657428568226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rck2wA3F-KI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NYgNsDIXW3w/s320/matt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt                             .............                      Mr. Big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-1167261312139956505?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1167261312139956505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/1167261312139956505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/prayer.html' title='The Prayer'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/Rck2qA3F-JI/AAAAAAAAADw/r4c2n54PU3Y/s72-c/matt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-4564462118838899720</id><published>2007-02-06T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:25:28.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Stupid and Shallow - Futureheads</title><content type='html'>All my fears were right. Phil has fallen for Joanna the Polish girl. He doesn’t fancy me anymore. I was just a burden to him he wasn’t sure how to get rid of. It’s horrible finding out that someone’s moved on from you. It happened to me two years ago at Valentines and that fucked me up enough then, and I didn’t care about him half as much. God, it’s Valentines next week. That’ll be another card count of 0. The best break up I had was with Stu. He was one of those guys that at the time, I thought I’d be with forever and all that shit. It was wonderful, we both just slowly drifted apart and agreed that it was over. Fantastic, happy. We’re still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil wants us to be friends, I liked that idea, but he talks a lot about all his friends scattered all over the world and how he never sees them. That didn’t fill me with hope, more made me think that I see him little enough as it is, never mind when he isn’t my boyfriend. It’s weird. Last night he was so horrible. Calling me immature, saying I wouldn’t understand, but to be honest I don’t think he really knows me well enough anymore. He doesn’t know how much I’ve changed since I went to uni. I’ve been through some tough shit. I’m used to grief now. I hope I can get through this with the same strength that has served me so well in the past five years. I’m proud of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s horrible not having anyone to lust after or focus my attentions on to. There really is nobody. I feel so so alone. I don’t live with my family, my best friend lives in another city and is at uni full-time. My flatmates here I don’t really know well enough.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I had to find out about all that through a photo on myspace. I hate the internet. I hate the fact I spent 2 years of my life, so dedicated to someone, for nothing. He’s disposed of me too easily, he’s disposed us. I’m still clinging on like some pathetic women (well, that is what I am I suppose) who can’t delete his text messages or take the photos of my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and I drank a litre of Smirnoff last night. We made White Russians (out of coffee, sugar and milk…didn’t work out too badly really). We then moved onto Malibu I had from ages ago…but by that point the shit had hit the fan and I was feeling like shit, so the alcohol was just there to make me feel numb. It didn’t work, I woke up so distraught. I sent some pretty horrible text messages. After that stage we hit acceptance and I spoke to him on msn, even apologising for my behaviour (though I do think it’s me who is owed an apology). Then there came anger. Shouting bastard and punching my mattress. Should have known better. I feel like a fool. I’m trying so hard not to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can’t stop listening to The Fray – How to Save A Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk He walks you say sit down it's just a talk He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame And you begin to wonder why you came Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Let him know that you know best Cause after all you do know best Try to slip past his defense Without granting innocence Lay down a list of what is wrong The things you've told him all along And pray to God he hears you And pray to God he hears you Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life How to save a life How to save a life Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life How to save a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-4564462118838899720?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4564462118838899720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/4564462118838899720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-and-shallow-futureheads.html' title='Stupid and Shallow - Futureheads'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-689921969976526511</id><published>2007-02-05T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:32:32.437Z</updated><title type='text'>From the start of feb....</title><content type='html'>I had a fabulous weekend in London with my cousins. Going with them meant I actually saw the sights and went places. Whenever Phil and I have gone to London, it’s never been too productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there with my cousin John (22) James (25), my second-cousin Ellen from Australia (18) and her cousin Aaron (30). We met a few other randomers along the way. Including Phil on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange seeing him again after all that has happened, and considering we’re on a ‘break’. I don’t really know what this break is even doing as, considering he still speaks to me in much the same way, and I know I am still in love with him and tell him thqat frequently, I don’t think we’re really progressing at all. He told me he doesn’t love me the same way any more. That did hurt. More than he’ll ever realise. I just guess he probably has the capability to move on to another girl. Where, I really don’t. I’m not ready for this to end…but I can kinda see it in his eyes. I don’t know if he’s found someone new, I doubt he’d ever actually tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a letter he wrote me for my 17th birthday. There was a card inside that proclaimed he would love me, forever, and had written a huge list of all the years inside it. It was a pretty romantic letter too, with huge luminous I LOVE YOU written across the bottom. Almost every paragraph had something to do with how happy I made him and how he hopes I’ll always be happy, because happy Maggie is a happy Phil. Well here’s an update. I’m not happy, he’s never happy, and I can’t remember the last time I made him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days I have spent watching The Mighty Boosh. I had seen bits of it before here and there, but this is the first time I’ve watched the whole thing. I have to admit, I love it. I love Naboo and I think I also am in love with Noel Fielding (Vince Noir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about designing t-shirts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my dad’s 52nd birthday today. This also means the first month of the year has passed. I’m glad. It was actually an amazing month for me. Well, it did have it’s ups and downs. Had Phil and I been on better terms I think it could’ve been one of the best months of my life. There’s nothing like a bit of love and romance to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Bridget Jones the other night. I forgot how pathetically similar I am to her, at the mere age of 18. That’s pretty depressing eh. That also reminds me, I’ve grown out of my favourite wonderbra. I need to go to Debenhams and get a new one. I feel like crying. I should try dieting at uni…however cider just puts it all back on. Someone tell me what alcohol I can drink (cheaply) which will keep me from getting any bigger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the first day since I have known Phil, that I’ve not kissed him when I’ve had the chance. Even the first day we met, I kissed him. I felt so glad as we said goodbye on the underground that he kissed my cheek. That tiny gesture meant a lot to me. I wish more people would realise that tiny gestures do mean a lot to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-689921969976526511?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/689921969976526511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/689921969976526511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-start-of-feb.html' title='From the start of feb....'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-801719412810708038</id><published>2007-01-25T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:34:20.854Z</updated><title type='text'>Helsinki</title><content type='html'>Helsinki and Tampere were wonderful. I loved Finland, and I really want to go back. I’d like to take Phil there, I know he’d really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley and I flew from Prestwick to Stanstead on the Sunday night, and we met Chris Devenney there (who went to my school but is now my flatmate, bit of an odd coincidence). Straight off the plane we headed for the bar. 2 Magners later I was feeling a little tipsy. Hayley had been knocking back the Baileys and with our lack of eating we were a little worse for wear. So we scraped together the last of our pounds and had a bowl of stale tortellini. Totally not worth a fiver, but it passed time. We spent the following 9 hours playing top trumps (both ‘celebrity’ and ‘Harry Potter’) and Hangman, Squares, and other paper games of years gone by. We sat in Costa coffee and waited in the empty airport for what seemed like weeks. It dragged on and on…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually at about 4am, Maxine, Jodie and Vikki turned up (they had been staying at Jodie’s in Salisbury). They were far too hyper for my liking but at around 6 we checked in and went and had yet another coffee in starbucks... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024122073148414610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblEaBY12pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p29hJhaN_Ho/s320/finair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Finland from the air)&lt;br /&gt;The flight to Tampere was hell. I felt so so ill. I had never been so glad to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Tampere the ground was covered in snow, the runway was iced up. FINLAND! We were all so excited and ran across the runway to the tiny airport terminal. We got our bags and got on a coach to Helsinki. €25 already. Public transport would prove to be expensive this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024122322256517794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblEohY12qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MZ8l0s6qPbk/s320/landed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (Hayley and I on the Runway) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Helsinki we met Emma who took us to McDonalds for breakfast. I still wasn’t feeling too great but it was so good to see Emma. She went and bought us a 3 day bus pass (…€20) and we sat and ate our Finnish McDonalds. Carita came and took Vikki, Maxine and Chris to her flat on the bus, while, Hayley, Jodie Emma and myself went in her car with all the luggage. We settled in to the tiny room where I would be staying in a bed with Hayley and Vikki and Maxine had 2 singles surrounding us. There wasn’t space to stand. Carita’s flat was empty. There was no food or drink. The fridge stank of rotting flesh…luckily that night we had dinner at Emma’s house, where her dad (who originates from Manchester) made us Thai curry. A decent meal at last! Back to Carita's to get ready to go out, and Emma's friend Ville came over with some black alcoholic finnish drink. It was pretty much thick aftershock. So we drank the whole bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024122884897233586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblFJRY12rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VIRL_5ZTanM/s320/finnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Ville Carita and myself)&lt;br /&gt;That night we went out to the Barfly in Helsinki. We met Emma’s friends, who were all lovely. We got very drunk (me on the pear cider yum yum) and danced the night away. I met a French guy whose version of ‘hello’ involved bribing me to talk with a cigarette. Interesting move, so Hayley and I entertained him for a while with our useless French, which is even worse when I’m drunk. His name was Dimitri, or Dim for short. If you ever read this, get in touch haha, you were interesting…Greek, French, Finnish hybrid man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024123288624159426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblFgxY12sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MCDPV322klw/s320/sprinklers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Maxine and I, still bemused by Finnish....)&lt;br /&gt;Emma decided it was time to leave and go get a McDonalds (wasn’t really feeling up to it myself, but okay.) However, they were shut and Vikki, Jodie and I all really really had to pee…..so we ended up squatting in the middle of fucking Helsinki, in some square with blue lights and big mounds of earth, right outside some sort of shopping center. Oh how embarrassing……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we eventually got back to Carita’s, she made a tiny tray of oven chips, which didn’t really help us, and then we all crashed out, sleeping for the first time since Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblKEBY127I/AAAAAAAAACc/cuctuEKWHQs/s1600-h/vik+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024128292261059506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="284" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblKEBY127I/AAAAAAAAACc/cuctuEKWHQs/s320/vik+toilet.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Tuesday, our first full day in Helsinki. We went and had breakfast in Gusto in the Kaampi center. It would soon be our favourite eating place. The food there was so nice, I think I had a mozzarella and pesto baguette, which was €5 and all so fresh. Healthy eating in Finland is so much easier than here. No wonder we have such a huge obesity problem. I think we could learn so much from Finland. We wandered around the shops and I bought a few tops from Vero Moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma took us to a really posh hotel for drinks, we had a bottle of champagne up in a bar on the 12th floor of this building and had our photos taken out on the balcony. The view of Helsinki was phenomenal. What was interesting however, were the toilets. They all had huge windows in them, meaning anyone could see you…doing your business. I guess they must be mirrored on the outside, cause the windows&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblGFhY12uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JzhRRyhGT2U/s1600-h/pizza+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024123919984351970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblGFhY12uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JzhRRyhGT2U/s320/pizza+day.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; really were huge…Didn’t stop us peeing though. Then we headed back to Carita’s to get changed (the others went back to Emma’s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblF6xY12tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5JH4CP5LrgI/s1600-h/pizza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024123735300758226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="224" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblF6xY12tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5JH4CP5LrgI/s320/pizza2.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner in Ville’s studio flat – 2 huuuge pizzas between the visitors, which ended in a race to finish after we split into 2 teams. Best pizza I’ve ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to The Club firstly, and then The Barfly again. I was drinking white Russians (they seem to be pretty popular in Helsinki, don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone drink one at home though!?). Blueberry shots that came in beautiful big shot glasses - which were quickly tumbled into my handbag by Jodie, and of course, pear cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024124207747160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblGWRY12vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_CxUqQCSGQo/s320/blueberry+shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Blueberry shots - with blueberry seeds and cream!?)&lt;br /&gt;The photos from this night are pretty spectacular, Ville picking Jodie and I up – don’t think anyone has managed that since I was a baby! Us pretending to be antelop&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblHIhY12xI/AAAAAAAAABM/rSl4mNZ-DcE/s1600-h/hayley+found+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024125071035587346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblHIhY12xI/AAAAAAAAABM/rSl4mNZ-DcE/s320/hayley+found+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es, Hayley pulling some blonde Finnish guy…yup it was all pretty eventful! It was also this night that Hayley did a forward roll into Vikki’s crotch in the taxi. Her taxi gymnastics are &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblG6hY12wI/AAAAAAAAABE/h3Q1ZbavIgg/s1600-h/antelopes+on+tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024124830517418754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="228" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblG6hY12wI/AAAAAAAAABE/h3Q1ZbavIgg/s320/antelopes+on+tuesday.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we went into town for a while, then went to Emma’s house for…NAKED SAUNA!! The highlight of the trip we had all been waiting for. Of course some of us weren’t too pleased with the thought of naked sauna, so we wore swimsuits. I went in with Jodie and Vikki -“three hippos at the zoo” we declared as tiny petite Maxine looked at us through the glass. Still, we sat there for a good while and I felt like my skin had sweated out so much crap, it was fantastic. I could do with having a sauna in my house haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblHaBY12yI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jka03VP_TEo/s1600-h/jodiecreditcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024125371683298082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblHaBY12yI/AAAAAAAAABU/Jka03VP_TEo/s320/jodiecreditcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Emma’s dad cooked us Finnish sausages and then we headed out to the Aussie bar to meet Emma’s friends, however it was €7 for a glass of cider or €8 for a white wine, so we didn’t drink until we got the The Club, which was €1 champagne, cider or beer night! This is what we’d been waiting for!! The table was crammed full of drinks, you’d buy yourself 5 at a time, just to get drunk, as the offer was only on until midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jodie ended up buying champagne with her credit card, and Hayley chatted up the man at the blackjack table. After we managed to drink all the drinks (it was a m&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblH9BY120I/AAAAAAAAABk/BgV8UDZOpUw/s1600-h/pear+cider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024125972978719554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblH9BY120I/AAAAAAAAABk/BgV8UDZOpUw/s320/pear+cider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ajor rush of downing glasses of champagne and pints of cider) we left to go to Swengi, a karaoke nightclub. By this point we were all fucked, Hayley walked into a sign and knocked it over, and I was worse for wear. Again. However at one point something changed and I became really upset and ended up in the toilets, phoning Phil, crying about our relationship which seems to be slipping through my fingers like sand. I remember telling him how he was the only one for me, how I would never move on and how I would always love him. Then I got annoyed and went “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IT!” and hung up. I’m a wonderful girlfriend…&lt;br /&gt;Then Emma dragged me up onstage to sing Careless Whisper with her. Sadly, I don’t even know the words to it; all I know is the tune as we used to play it in my school band. That, combined with my drunken state, and the porno that they were playing behind the words, I couldn’t even stand there, let alone sing. So yes, I made a complete fool of myself in front of a whole karaoke bar. Nice one Mags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Emma and Carita fell out, and Vikki and Jodie fell out. Ville had to walk home in the rain and yet again, the taxi cost a fortune, but we got home and we crashed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024126445425122130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblIYhY121I/AAAAAAAAABs/MputIJTevOw/s320/girls+at+breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Salads for breakfast - cheer up maxine!) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblIrRY122I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hiW_23SaXPE/s1600-h/hayley+seaside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024126767547669346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblIrRY122I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hiW_23SaXPE/s320/hayley+seaside.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Vikki, Maxine, Hayley and I went into town ourselves and had a huge salad for breakfast (yum!) and then we met up with the others and Emma took us on a tram to the Seaside where we went and had coffee in a gorgeous café. We then got the tram back into town and went to see the Cathedral (some fit kids decided to run up the steps, I however, lumbered up with Jodie). After that Hayley and I went shopping for a while and I bought presents for Magz’s 19th, Phil and my brotheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024127081080281970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblI9hY123I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Bxidb-ToR7M/s320/cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Cathedral place)&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Eatz, a multi-cultural restaurant specialising in Mexican and&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblJOhY124I/AAAAAAAAACE/hCHhvByIsmU/s1600-h/hayley+eatz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024127373138058114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblJOhY124I/AAAAAAAAACE/hCHhvByIsmU/s320/hayley+eatz.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australian food (it also had a sushi bar downstairs I think). Most of us had fajitas, which were wonderful and messy. There are photos somewhere to prove it. The barfly had a €1 drinks night and the Aussie bar had Emma’s ex Terry dj-ing at it, but we decided that considering we had a flight the next day we should perhaps for once not get fucked. However that didn’t stop me havin&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblJexY125I/AAAAAAAAACM/SmE1EF300vk/s1600-h/last+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024127652310932370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblJexY125I/AAAAAAAAACM/SmE1EF300vk/s320/last+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g a few pear ciders before we headed home. However, that was just the start of the night, as we began to pack. Packing with 4 girls high on Helsinki is not easy. It ended up in Vikki trying to force her repulsively smelly feet into Hayley’s mouth, and Hayley being terrified of this wall-ornament thing in the kitchen. It was a bit freaky but she really was going nuts. We ended up staying awake until about 6am, the only person who really slept was Maxine, though god knows how through all the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our last day in Helsinki, we got the bus into town and then a huge double decker train outa town to Tampere. Ville came on the train to say goodbye to everyone (I hope he comes to visit, he really was a nice guy) and we set off. Tampere is further North than Helsinki so the snow was deeper and the wind sharper. When we arrived we stuffed our suitcases into lockers and went for a drink in a bar called “Home” which was designed to be a bit like a house, with little rooms with sofas where you could sit with your friends, looking like some sorta 60s living room. Very cool concept. It is here that I had my last glass of Finnish Pear Cider haha. We then went to have dinner at this really cheap Pizza Buffet place because Vikki had ran out of money (though I still had to pay €3 towards her €8 meal). It was a pretty scary place, full of weird hobo people, and it was all run by one woman. We also stole ice cream (intended if you pay an extra €2) and had a jolly good time. Our last half hour was spent in Stockman, spending our last few euros (I bought myself a small Finland mug) and then it was time to get on the bus and go to Tampere. We said our goodbyes to Emma (Jodie and I were close to tears) and got on the coach. Within half and hour we were at the airport. The next while isn’t really worth documenting, but we arrived at Stanstead safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night passed relatively quickly. It took ages to go through passport control. We had a coffee and by 5am we had checked in. We wandered around duty free for a while (Agent Provocateur’s perfume is lovely – hint hint anyone…) and all the tax-free shops. Didn’t buy anything, and then finally we could board the flight. It was quick, but the strong winds forced the pilot to do some crazy landing at Prestwick. Vikki and Maxine’s flight was delayed because of the winds, but luckily, we were back at my house by 9am, Saturday morning, and straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful holiday, which opened my eyes to loads of new things, be it about my friendships, my country or my financial situation haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xxxxxx maggieinthegraveyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024127948663675810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblJwBY126I/AAAAAAAAACU/mo9JTm_FEjA/s320/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;London tomorrow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-801719412810708038?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/801719412810708038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/801719412810708038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/01/helsinki.html' title='Helsinki'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LoFdfVKlnRg/RblEaBY12pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p29hJhaN_Ho/s72-c/finair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-5621846132117068849</id><published>2007-01-25T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:51:13.598Z</updated><title type='text'>13 January 2007 (backdated)</title><content type='html'>On Thursday evening I saw the two people I despise most in the world. They walked right by me, chattering away, blissful in their hideous relationship. The two people who made mine crumble, who made me out to be a person I am not. So what did I do? Nothing, I did nothing. I felt ill, thought I was going to be sick. Hayley and Magz didn’t understand. Nobody does. Nobody understands what I’m going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a book called Clumsy by Jeffrey Brown. It’s a fantastic graphic novel I have wanted to read for a while now. Basically, it documents the lives of Jeff and Theresa, two people in a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the best graphic novel I have read in a very long time. Magz didn’t really like it and was laughing at it, but when I sat alone in my room, and read it just there, I realised the frailty of Jeff and how similar the relationship between Jeff and Theresa was to mine and Phil’s. The ending of Jeff and Theresa made me feel sick, cold. It wasn’t bad…but I saw sadness and heartbreak in Jeff that I feel I may be heading towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Jim died on Wednesday night. The funeral is on Tuesday, however I am in Helsinki. I feel awful about that. He was an amazing man who really loved his wife, and I respected him so much for that. His wife, Annie, fell very ill around 10 years ago and needed constant care as she could not walk or speak. She also had Alzheimer’s and didn’t recognise her family, but he cared for her himself, in their home, right until the day she died in February 2005. Her funeral was Valentines Day. I will never forget or forgive the behaviours of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having really stormy weather at the moment; I hope it doesn’t interrupt our flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Keil in the pub last night. It was good to see him and he wished me a happy new year. He’s one person that gets judged a lot in a negative manner, but really, deep down, he is a lovely, caring young man, and I wish him all the best with his life, and his work. In one years time Keil will be a fully qualified electrician…makes me feel like a waste of space. Good luck mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I come back from Finland I am going to London for a weekend. It’s Australia day and my cousin Ellen will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be able to see Phil because he has a Polish girl staying with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-5621846132117068849?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5621846132117068849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/5621846132117068849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2007/01/13-january-2007-backdated.html' title='13 January 2007 (backdated)'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1274275438247858612.post-214610708602291599</id><published>2006-12-15T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:10:12.775Z</updated><title type='text'>Distant Dark Places</title><content type='html'>This is the start of something new. A world of pain and loss, a world where I am so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 13th December (unlucky for some eh...) Phil and I decided to go on a break. I'm not sure how permanent this break is or what we will gain from it, but certainly I feel destroyed because my life has been poisoned, my relationship has been so damaged, by other people. I will not ever be able to forgive them. As far as I am concerned, they are dead. I miss him terribly already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Emma was going through the same thing with Tony. We drank cider, wine and vodka, hoping to numb the pain we were feeling. It worked for a bit, out lives decended into some sort of chaos with her tearing up an advent calendar, making cheese nachos and emptying a vending machine. Cigarettes were so good, and the night felt like it was ours. I hate what this has done to me, I am not who I was before. All sense of reality has been completely destroyed by the loss of the man I loved more than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning with my elbow in someone's face. In all honesty I thought it was Phil at first...then I rememebered what had happened the night before. So I realised it must be Hayley since we share a bed almost every night after drinks. But no, it wasn't her? It was Emma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up and were generally just lazing about, still kinda drunk after only a few hours sleep. Then we heard the cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma and I ran along the corridor to find Vikki slumped on the ground, crying. I stood there in a Burger King crown and a blanket, she was wearing her pink pyjamas. Her ankle was looing really bad, she had fallen/hit it while running away from Matt who was giving her a wedgie. We took her across to the medical center after quickly dressing, who told us to go to A&amp;E with her. So Matt, Chris, Jodie and I take Vikki to the hospital in Matt's car. However, all the roads were flooded from the awful weather we've been having, and we had to go a really long way around. Matt and Chris dump us at the door of the hospital and we sit in the sub-zero waiting room until Vikki is seen (more than an hour). We called Matt to come and get us again, all we had was our phones and keys because we had rushed to the hospital. He was being a prick and refused to come and get us, so we were stuck in the middle of nowhere with no money or cards, just our phones. Eventually we got a hold of Maxine who withdrew money and we got a taxi home. However, because of the flooding it cost £17 to get home. We were cold, hungry and annoyed at the boys, so had not had a good day. After all that I went for a nap for hours while hayley used my laptop. Sleep is good just now...it helps me forget the reality. I wish I could sleep forever. I dream about Phil, but things are alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the hospital calamity, Hayley Vikki (hobbling about) and I went to Dusk. Free entry + £1 drinks + heartbreak = disaster.&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Gavin (it was his birthday) and his friend Ros from the 6th floor, and then Grahame and his flatmate Laura came along too. Dusk was empty, but I didn't really care. Double vodkas and free shots....not much food.....i was very very sick. I think I'm in self-destruct mode. Grahame looked after me loads, I was so grateful because I really was in such a mess, crying about the Phil situ, being sick...generally a mess. But he held my hair back and wiped the tears and said all the right things. So I got a taxi home eventually after winning a fucking edible thong (it's been shoved in a drawer, never to be seen again) and Hayley being chatted up by a drug dealer while she ate his edible bra on the dance floor. Good old Dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I proceeded to make 4 packets of noodles (for me hayley and vikki - god knows why so much).&lt;br /&gt;We sat in my room and ate them off Daisy the ironing board which has now taken up home in my room (fuck knows when I'll get rid of that beast). Hayley produced 3 shot glasses from her handbag to add to our extensive collection. We both slept in my bed, as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I woke up with a splitting headache and very very sore limbs. I told hayley to fuck off to her own room, my smaller than single bed doesn't really accomodate the two of us. I then slept all day until about 6pm....when hayley made me get up. She brought a chippy home and we had that for breakfast/dinner. I think by this point it is Friday evening....&lt;br /&gt;Hayley really wants to go out, I do too because it's Beth's last 'night out' though I feel extremely hungover. I didn't want to go to Dusk because of the previous night's sickness...and Fubar was Cream Classics night (excellent if I'm fucked out my face, but I wasn't planning on that) plus it was £10 entry! The Beat....just nah. So Dusk it was, ladies night....but I began to feel really really really sick, and Jodie and Hayley were fucked, so by 1am I left and went over to Grahame's flat for a while, just to sit somewhere warm and chat and listen to decent music. I was there for an hour maybe, we watched Scrubs and he gave me a tshirt he got from the Cathouse for free one night, to cheer me up. That was cool. Then Hayley phoned me saying she was outside the fubar, and I was to go meet them all.......however it was just her and Jodie hanmering on the door of this food place, which was shut (EVERYWHERE in stirling shuts at like 1am - its sooo shit) so I run up to them, going "hey hey jeez calm down" cause there was police everywhere and they were screaming through the letterbox of this place.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them where Beth was, they assured me with Tony.  Seemed a bit weird though, she would normally stick with Hayley but for some mad reason I trusted their judgement. I tried to call Tony to let him know we were going home but it kept going on to some answerphone thing. I said goodbye to Grahame and thanked him for looking after me, and got in a taxi with Jodie and Hayley. Then I get a call from Tony: "WHERE IS EVERYONE??!" He had even lost Beth. Apparently Jodie and Hayley had left the club and told nobody. After a while of frantically phoning around (Beth doesn't have a 'cell' phone) I discovered she'd walked to Grahame's flat. He walked her back to the Fubar and I managed to get Tony to go there too and get her. He was not amused - neither was I because they had deserted Beth.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the flat arguments ensued. It was probably the worst night out I had ever had. Hayley was in a mess, she couldn't walk, so lay on the disgusting kitchen floor sobbing because I was mad at her. She's too tall for me to support so that was difficult as she flopped over me in a flurry of tears. I made her noodles and then she came into my bed, after deciding she's scared of the cupboard in her room. (This is down to the story of the girl who commited suicide in the halls and stuffed her own body into the overhead cupboard, leaving herself there to die - found months later after the holidays.) Whether this is true (for I know many of the suicide ones are - there is a memorial plaque outside our halls where a boy fell to his death) or not is another matter, but it certainly freaks folk out. There is also a ghost in the flat but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent yet another night with Hayley in my bed, cramped and uncomfortable, sober. I kicked her out the next morning because her mum was coming to get her at 11. She was still drunk, but managed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day Beth and I tidied up my room, and packed all my stuff up into bags and even bins...it was a really sad experience actually. I'm finding it hard to realise I'll be going home in a few weeks though. I saw a message on my bebo from Phil, saying he missed me and stuff, that really cheered me up alot. Made me realise that maybe all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home on Sunday night, and spent that night talking to Phil on webcam. I really miss my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, Hayley, Emsulka Bumskula, Beth, Vikki, Maxie, Jodie, Matt, GC, Chris.... I miss them all even if they are assholes sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to book driving lessons but with no avail, the guy's mobile is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop listening to "Set Fire To The Third Bar". It was playing in Walkabout the night Phil had called me. It was a profound moment, a beautiful moment in amongst the Rogue Traders and Girls Aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome to my blog. It's not my first, and I guess it won't be my last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1274275438247858612-214610708602291599?l=mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/214610708602291599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1274275438247858612/posts/default/214610708602291599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjwinthegraveyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/distant-dark-places.html' title='Distant Dark Places'/><author><name>maagaggie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/fanaticbychoice/ae.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
