<?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-3696521</id><updated>2012-02-08T08:20:19.765Z</updated><title type='text'>living like a disaster</title><subtitle type='html'>¯ `*._.·_.·´¯ `*._.·_.*´¯ i spend half my time alone/i dont think i belong here/i rest my head on lifeless stone/because theres noone else here/im terrified of silence/and im terrified of sleep/i want a box of warmth and closeness/and i want it here to keep¯`*._.·_.*´¯`*._.·_.*´¯</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-111098985245396857</id><published>2005-03-16T16:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-16T16:17:32.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Inner City Borough and nothing else. You love the fact your area has been up and coming for about 10 years because it keeps the rent down.  Stepping over drunks in the gutter doesn't faze you one bit.  If a stranger speaks to you on the street you are SURE you have a stalker.  You love city life and can't quite work out why people do not live where you do.Inner City Borough and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/111098985245396857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=111098985245396857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/111098985245396857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/111098985245396857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-scored-as-inner-city-borough-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-110971301458002932</id><published>2005-03-01T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:24:24.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its weird how you go on holiday with someone and for a while its like youre both in this little holiday bubble - just the two of you and the excitement of being away wrapped up in your own little world - everything that happens happans to you two alone and everything you go through you go through together. theres noone else getting in the way and for the short time youre away its like the whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110971301458002932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110971301458002932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110971301458002932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110971301458002932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-weird-how-you-go-on-holiday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-110885926475080263</id><published>2005-02-20T00:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:31:11.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER:a preview of "in good company" and it wasnt really that goodWHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW:"microserfs" by douglas couplandFAVORITE BOARD GAME:ny monopolyFAVORITE MAGAZINE: i know this is really silly but american glamour, the english version is rubbishFAVORITE SMELLS: the ones they pump into supermarkets to make you want to buy stuffCOMFORT FOOD: cheeseFAVORITE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110885926475080263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110885926475080263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110885926475080263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110885926475080263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2005/02/last-movie-you-saw-in-theatera-preview.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-110769896867151566</id><published>2005-02-06T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:10:17.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why can't i feel anything for anyone other than you?im in a net shop in times square and its very early in the morning. me and the boy booked a last minute holiday and here we are in new york - and its possibly the most surreal experience of my life. and its also proof that you shouldnt get too caught up in the moment and think that where you are now is where you ll be forever - this time last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110769896867151566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110769896867151566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110769896867151566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110769896867151566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-cant-i-feel-anything-for-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-110660753702373688</id><published>2005-01-24T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:12:39.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You thought that you were the bomb? yeah well so did i....i have GOT to write a poem now - ive kind of realised something about whats happened to life at the moment - or over the past six months or so, and its really difficult to express what it is - but i want to be able to say - how things have unfolded and stuff and just all those little things when love turns to hate, when things finish and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110660753702373688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110660753702373688' 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jimmy eat worldLinktoComments('71')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110347252268096638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110347252268096638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110347252268096638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110347252268096638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-life-this-weekend-has-been-made-so.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-110321811761204122</id><published>2004-12-16T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-16T17:43:05.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the raining always starts when you go awayget me updating twice in that same week. i dont actually have anything to say though. im in the lrc again. its full of dilligent students doing work, and me listening to old tapes on my walkman and wasting time online. this place kind of depresses me for some reason. someone needs to get me this book for christmas. ive been visiting it in borders (where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110321811761204122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110321811761204122' 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so im spending the day camped out in the LRC, as if im a first year all over again and i live around the corner in halls. except now it stays open til midnight, when it used to close at like six o clock and i would barely have time to check my email before it closed. sometimes im very nostalgic for no good reason. i was trying to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110305137209468499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110305137209468499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110305137209468499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110305137209468499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/12/dont-it-feel-like-sunshine-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-110186053014949619</id><published>2004-12-01T01:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:58:25.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a dollar under water keeps on dreaming for me....a while ago my friend holly sent me an email saying "i just had to tell you that i had a look at your blog a minute ago and tried the dictionary name thing link and it told me that the definition of holly barratt is 'one who is addicted to bubble wrap'"which amused me slightly.oh yeah thats me and christopher the other day when we went on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/110186053014949619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=110186053014949619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110186053014949619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/110186053014949619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/12/dollar-under-water-keeps-on-dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109865937738604601</id><published>2004-10-24T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:16:03.630Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in love with the ordinaryyou know, i just wrote a really long entry, (well ok, long for me) went to publish it, and the screen went crazy and now i've lost everything ive written. its especially poignant because in the now lost entry i spent quite a long time discussing how i get so mad with my computer i want to throw it down the stairs. this is one of those moments.SO ANYWAY. i think i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109865937738604601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109865937738604601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109865937738604601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109865937738604601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-in-love-with-ordinary-you-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109836516393531303</id><published>2004-10-21T13:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-21T13:26:03.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Little ScaryYou've got a nice edge to you. Use it.How scary are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109836516393531303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109836516393531303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109836516393531303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109836516393531303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-are-little-scary-youve-got-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109534785598134635</id><published>2004-09-16T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:17:35.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A very "special" dictionary. by lily22Look up:Definition:Lacking orderliness or cleanliness; chaotic; prone to explosions.Quiz created with MemeGen!thats actually fairly accurate as well...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109534785598134635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109534785598134635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109534785598134635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109534785598134635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/09/very-special-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109534727049846216</id><published>2004-09-16T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:07:50.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The \\Last Cigarette:that time christopher gave me a marlborough and i thought i was going to dieLast Alcoholic Drink:last night me and sophie had red wine and it was niceLast Car Ride:about six thousand years agoLast Kiss:about six thousand years agoLast Good Cry:two days ago.Last Library Book:i still have two books from the uni library and i got them in march...Last book bought:i got tons of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109534727049846216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109534727049846216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109534727049846216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109534727049846216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-cigarettethat-time-christopher.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109534472577905968</id><published>2004-09-16T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:37:39.753Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>both my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both...here i go again not knowing what to say because the only thing i want to say is depressing and sad and i just cant say things like that to anyone else. it used to be that if i was sad the whole world had to know about it and i would scream and cry and cut myself and do all these drama queen ish things but these days i keep it all to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109534472577905968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109534472577905968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109534472577905968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109534472577905968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/09/both-my-shoulders-are-heavy-from.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109509202366521180</id><published>2004-09-13T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-14T16:36:13.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this room is just stupidi have no idea why i havent posted more recently. i just havent. i think i could be the worlds most forgetful blogger or something. or maybe i just havent had anything to say, which is probably more likely. i go to work and come home and read books and drink lemon tea and occasionally watch queer eye for the straight guy and think about how i need thom filicia to come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109509202366521180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109509202366521180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109509202366521180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109509202366521180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-room-is-just-stupid-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109337507871362071</id><published>2004-08-24T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:21:21.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fight Club! What movie Do you Belong in? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109337507871362071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109337507871362071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109337507871362071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109337507871362071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/08/fight-club-what-movie-do-you-belong-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109268268442420049</id><published>2004-08-16T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:58:18.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i ain't nothin' but tired....in order to start my 6am shift this morning, i had to get up at 3am. get up. sometimes i just laugh at the way things work out. how all my working life ive tried to get jobs which start later and later and still the starts get earlier and earlier - tomorrow i start at 5am. whenever im not at work im passed out in a coma somewhere, and every day when i get home i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109268268442420049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109268268442420049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109268268442420049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109268268442420049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-aint-nothin-but-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109148096787002115</id><published>2004-08-02T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:40:17.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i started my job today and had to get up really early and take a train at rush hour like a real person with a real life with my coffee and copy of this mornings metro. i learnt all about the differences between charter and scheduled flights, and that if you fly Air France you can take your cat on board with you as hand luggage. when i have a uniform it will be heinous and will involve a SCRUNCHIE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109148096787002115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109148096787002115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109148096787002115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109148096787002115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-started-my-job-today-and-had-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109122188149246173</id><published>2004-07-30T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:14:47.156Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently its national orgasm week this week...how many have YOU had?! ive had three :-DLinktoComments('63')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109122188149246173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109122188149246173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109122188149246173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109122188149246173'/><link rel='alternate' 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"passenger services assistant" at gatwick airport, which for a geeky person like me is pretty exciting. i start training on monday and have the weekend to learn this information book they sent me full of random things like airport codes and the phoenetic alphabet, so i suppose i should have a look at it really...LinktoComments('62')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109115109203576636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109115109203576636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109115109203576636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109115109203576636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/07/sky-above-me-like-full-recovery-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-109052515884246364</id><published>2004-07-22T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:47:03.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And God Created Brixton I walked from my baby’s Brixton flat Into a riotI thought of maybe turning back Till things were quiet When all the buildings to be burned Had been burnedAnd all the cars to overturn Were overturned Outside the prison they were screen testing the free Open auditions for closed circuit T.V. Your baby brother would be there outside the jail Throwing bottles as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/109052515884246364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=109052515884246364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109052515884246364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/109052515884246364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-god-created-brixton-i-walked-from.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108932556148511532</id><published>2004-07-08T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-09T01:18:00.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a Quiz! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108932556148511532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108932556148511532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108932556148511532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108932556148511532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-made-quiz-take-my-quiz-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108904044496335460</id><published>2004-07-05T14:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-05T15:22:36.360Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid people do stupid things, smart people out smart each other...im feeling quite frustrated today at the way people all feel the constant need to impress and out smart each other all the time. at the way i may think something and hold a certain opinion and truly beleive myself to be justified in it, but its only waiting for someone else to come along who truly beleives that they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108904044496335460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108904044496335460' title='0 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mirror of a bus. we discovered a park that reminded me of a park in ottawa me and the canadian saw a play in once, and we drank starbucks which for some odd reason made me feel drunk. the thames looked dirty. i also wore some really nice shoes look. theyre a tiny bit too big though and whenever i ran across a road i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108863373515670602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108863373515670602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108863373515670602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108863373515670602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108854336503208345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108854336503208345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108854336503208345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/there-is-london-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108810486962304325</id><published>2004-06-24T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:40:32.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>             here are some photos from my infamous break up trip tp canada. they include many of the CN tower and views from the top of it, views from the canadian's apartment, me looking wind swept and jaundiced at niagra falls, the canadian himself right in the middle of an argument (why was i with someone who wore granddad vests under their shirt you ask? yeah i wonder this myself...) some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108810486962304325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108810486962304325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108810486962304325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108810486962304325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/here-are-some-photos-from-my-infamous.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108810126339140880</id><published>2004-06-24T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:21:03.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>living like a disaster's bits are best described as her "floppy chasm".What's yours? Enter your name:  MaleFemale Privates Eye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108810126339140880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108810126339140880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108810126339140880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108810126339140880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/living-like-disasters-bits-are-best.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108802273139372223</id><published>2004-06-23T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:32:29.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How to make a living like a disasterIngredients:1 part mercy1 part humour1 part egoMethod:Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Serve with a slice of curiosity and a pinch of salt. Yum!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108802273139372223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108802273139372223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108802273139372223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108802273139372223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/how-to-make-living-like-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108801812548342607</id><published>2004-06-23T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:29:45.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is all true. i feel the need to get a job working at an airport. doing anything. for some reason i feel this would be the perfect antidote to my being bored and needing a job yet not being altogether convinced i really want one. airports are really odd places. theyre so busy and expectant; everyone so wrapped up in their travels, knowing in a few hours time theyre going to be a world away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108801812548342607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108801812548342607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108801812548342607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108801812548342607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-all-true.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108681177036940377</id><published>2004-06-09T20:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:18:52.143Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take the virgin-whore dichotomy quiz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108681177036940377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108681177036940377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108681177036940377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108681177036940377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/take-virgin-whore-dichotomy-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108647564273118337</id><published>2004-06-05T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-07T17:40:24.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am poorer than poor at the moment so if anyone's in the market for some plus size goth clothes then please buy my stuff!!!LinktoComments('57')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108647564273118337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108647564273118337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108647564273118337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108647564273118337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-poorer-than-poor-at-moment-so-if.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108621659394173192</id><published>2004-06-02T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:44:57.176Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and all those other bastards were only practice...god i love trash tv! i know its no longer cool to like big brother but at the moment im really loving it! apart from the EXCEPTIONALLY ugly man they have presenting the eforum programme....so anyway, life has changed and moved on. ive been spending all my time with adam &lt;3 - im not sure if the relief i feel is just for being with him or the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108621659394173192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108621659394173192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108621659394173192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108621659394173192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-all-those-other-bastards-were-only.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108485568016649154</id><published>2004-05-18T04:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-18T04:48:00.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What mixed stereotype are you? by TrapezzoidNameYou area homosexual.You look likea gorilla with big pink lips.You like tocontrol the world's bankswhile youeat fried chicken and watermelon.Fun fact:Littering makes you weep.Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108485568016649154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108485568016649154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108485568016649154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108485568016649154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-mixed-stereotype-are-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108396828808274156</id><published>2004-05-07T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-05-18T05:15:12.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and this little masochist is ready to confess...a year ago today i met the canadian. a WEEK ago we broke up - and you know when you break up with someone and they wait FIVE WHOLE SECONDS to go out with someone else and you just kind of realise why they were with you in the first place...TROPHY THORNi believed your vestal promises you god damn liargot a bad mouth from you. blisters on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108396828808274156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108396828808274156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-this-little-masochist-is-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108215681223215905</id><published>2004-04-16T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-27T05:24:22.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but the simple word of love itself already died and went away....i am slightly drunk and listening to the manics really loudly and taking an online fear of flying course. as you do on a friday nite. "know your enemy" gets really crap towards the end.LinktoComments('54')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108215681223215905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108215681223215905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108215681223215905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108215681223215905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/04/but-simple-word-of-love-itself-already.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108206703440615911</id><published>2004-04-15T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-16T20:33:11.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember when i was on my way back from canada at xmas, i had a small panic attack on the plane - like i usually seem to do these days - and found myself weeping to an air steward at the back of the cabin. its so much scarier travelling alone. anyway, he was making small talk with me trying to distract me from my anxiety, and he asked if i had far to travel once we landed. i told him no, only a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108206703440615911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108206703440615911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108206703440615911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108206703440615911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-remember-when-i-was-on-my-way-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108198290852091306</id><published>2004-04-14T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:52:18.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Guy Doesn't Even Know Any Metrosexuals!Your boyfriend is more hetero than John Wayne. End of story.While it may be hard to get him to go dancing or shopping...You know that he can always stand up for and take care of you.Which is waaaay more attractive than a few well placed highlights.Is He a Metrosexual? Take This Quiz :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108198290852091306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108198290852091306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108198290852091306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108198290852091306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/04/your-guy-doesnt-even-know-any.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-108197980788942032</id><published>2004-04-14T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:09:16.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she's convinced she could hold back a glacierwell i have unpacked...although that shouldnt really be too much of a surprise since its been about a year since i last updated.... i dont know why i forgot to write here, i never do. it just doesnt occur to me. the canadian was here at the weekend. he didnt like my flat and we argued a lot. im still going to canada next week to see him but who knows</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/108197980788942032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=108197980788942032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108197980788942032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/108197980788942032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/04/shes-convinced-she-could-hold-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-107876849500083025</id><published>2004-03-08T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:58:49.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never met a pearl quite like you who could shimmer and rot at the same time through... hmm well, i have £30 to last me until the end of april, and when i buy a new bus pass tomorrow that will be £20. i have council tax, water, gas, electricity and tv licence bills toppling £60, and no home phone line. i have a boyfriend on the other side of the world who makes me feel shit about myself. but i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107876849500083025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107876849500083025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107876849500083025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107876849500083025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-never-met-pearl-quite-like-you-who.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-107808942999376917</id><published>2004-02-29T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:20:01.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>01. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.  - Lezzie Mo Mo, because you are a lesbian.02. How long have you known me? Too long - I don't know like... 7 years or something.03. When and how did we first meet? Through Kerrang! contacts.04. What was your first impression? She is not a Goth!05. Do you still think that way about me now? Sometimes, when did you go out of your Goth phase?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107808942999376917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107808942999376917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107808942999376917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107808942999376917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/02/01.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-107732462310631245</id><published>2004-02-21T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:55:51.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Most Like Carrie!You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date.But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal?It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky.Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a great closet of clothes, no matter what!Romantic prediction: You'll fall for someone this year...Totally different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107732462310631245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107732462310631245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107732462310631245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107732462310631245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-are-most-like-carrie-youre-quirky.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-107714222002620237</id><published>2004-02-18T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:13:41.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i took this from the bus the other nite. thats the London Eye lit up in red, and graffitti on the bus window in yellow. it really amused me that the bald guys head happened to be in the middle of the eye...LinktoComments('49')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107714222002620237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107714222002620237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107714222002620237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107714222002620237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-took-this-from-bus-other-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-107688019089731979</id><published>2004-02-15T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:09:53.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you took a poisoned arrow and you aimed it at my heartit's heavy and it's bitter and it's tearing me apartwell i am quite bored. we are still waiting to hear about the flat. its driving me a little insane - each time i am, say, waiting for a bus, i say to myself that if the right bus comes along, it will all be ok, if it isnt the bus i want, then it wont. every time something could go either </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107688019089731979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107688019089731979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107688019089731979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107688019089731979'/><link rel='alternate' 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the estate agents photo of the living room,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107627852029098486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107627852029098486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107627852029098486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/107627852029098486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2004/02/she-reaches-for-her-car-keys-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-107422182528737189</id><published>2004-01-16T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-16T02:58:56.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my computer died and the hard drive was replaced. all my photos and files and songs and everything were lost and i felt a lot like carrie in sex and the city when it happened to her "everybody's secretly going home at night and backing up!". also the place that hosted all the photos for this blog decided it was tired of hosting them, and now this page is covered in those really annoying empty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/107422182528737189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=107422182528737189' title='0 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106919129618445830</id><published>2003-11-18T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-18T21:36:50.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've a butterfly stomach for you...i know i just came back from italy, and i know i am a student with no money, and i know i love a canadian but hate flying more than anything else in the world ever, but in just under 3 weeks im going to canada again! and you know, i wish the people around me could be happy that despite all the things that ought to constrain me, they arent doing. that maybe im </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106919129618445830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106919129618445830' 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going to lectures - you know, the longer you dont go to one, the harder it becomes to start. my computer is broken again. its colder now but i have a ridiculously long scarf and flat cap that i wear when i want to feel like madonna. i went to italy last week. i considered making an entry here while i was there but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106867103545253263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106867103545253263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106867103545253263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106867103545253263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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happy. i live in a big house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106660658170303915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106660658170303915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106660658170303915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106660658170303915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/10/such-beautiful-dignity-in-self-abuse-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106548678221486945</id><published>2003-10-07T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-07T00:33:01.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i always hate it when people post stories from their childhood in their blog but today i couldnt help myself....today in burton it is the "statutes". many years ago in humble burton on trent, around the 12th century, or so they taught me at school, farmers used to meet up here every year and buy and sell their cattle. eventually this became big business in farmer circles and after their market</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106548678221486945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106548678221486945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106548678221486945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106548678221486945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-always-hate-it-when-people-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106341605907562915</id><published>2003-09-13T01:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-13T01:25:07.290Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you believe in rock and roll?i feel very let down by summer's promise. each year summer comes along and changes everything. life changes and you almost get used to it, but autumn always come along and takes everything away. and it always happens, every year. and you never remember. i think thats my problem at the moment - i keep expecting what happened last year to happen again this year. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106341605907562915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106341605907562915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106341605907562915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106341605907562915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106228083227016627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106228083227016627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/08/linktocomments38.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106220411713928524</id><published>2003-08-30T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-30T16:48:01.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM A GOOD PERSON LinktoComments('37')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106220411713928524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106220411713928524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106220411713928524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106220411713928524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-am-good-person-linktocomments37.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106176677111004428</id><published>2003-08-24T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-24T23:12:51.113Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)ModerateLevel 7 (Violent)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106176677111004428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106176677111004428' 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lies that a spider can singshe'll tear up the webs and in silver she'll casther head on the fire for a prayer built to lastwe wake in the dark just to hide from the coldin a silence that's never too empty to holdi have been found with my silk threads all brokena saviour still waiting for proof yet unspokendead hearts began </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106176542257217262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106176542257217262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106176542257217262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106176542257217262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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journal at least. ive been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106151536107990122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106151536107990122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106151536107990122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106151536107990122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/08/each-night-i-ask-stars-up-above-why.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106133830990191813</id><published>2003-08-20T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:23:38.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you want me i'll be sleeping in, sleeping in throughout these glory days so i am back in england. dear old dismal england. should i be happy i met a beautiful canadian, or sad that im no longer with him? i cant decide. either way i want to sleep a lot. i guess jet lag doesnt really go on for a week, but im still so tired. at the moment i am incapable of sitting still for more than five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106133830990191813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106133830990191813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106133830990191813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106133830990191813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/08/if-you-want-me-ill-be-sleeping-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-106023101302950677</id><published>2003-08-07T04:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:24:25.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real, and i want life in every word, to the extent that it's absurd....i am in canada. sitting at the computer that the canadian has sat at all these months talking to me. although i upheld a view on "love" and "being in love" before, it's all completely screwed now. people send me texts and ask me what ive done, have i seen any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/106023101302950677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=106023101302950677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106023101302950677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/106023101302950677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-want-so-badly-to-believe-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-105961096209890780</id><published>2003-07-31T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-07T02:11:54.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   madonna avatars are the best thing in the world. tomorrow i leave for canada. i have to spend the night alone in a gatwick airport hotel and then fly on friday. its really strange how you wait and wait for things and then all of a sudden it feels like theyre rushing off and happening without you. my dad thinks im spending two weeks in london doing some random job. how boring would that be?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/105961096209890780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/105961096209890780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/07/madonna-avatars-are-best-thing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-105840850649155995</id><published>2003-07-17T02:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-17T02:21:46.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in two weeks i go to canada to have sex with a canadian. LIKE YA DOOO. just what is going on in my life. everything moves so quickly yet i move so slowly. the earth keeps turning yet i dont. and OMG A MOTH JUST LANDED ON MY FOOT. it was so frightening. this is why i hate summer. that and its too hot. i hate arguing. the canadian loves to argue and i hate it so much. it makes me sad. i wish i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/105840850649155995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=105840850649155995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/105840850649155995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/105840850649155995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/07/in-two-weeks-i-go-to-canada-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-105727816671992143</id><published>2003-07-04T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:23:43.790Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> oh wow blogger has changed. which is less slutty than the average of 46%. its always good to know isnt it....apparently 580 women agreed with me, and chose "Eddie Izzard" as the "best sex option of all time". ha ha ha. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/105727816671992143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=105727816671992143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/105727816671992143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/105727816671992143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/07/oh-wow-blogger-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-94748682</id><published>2003-05-22T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:26:34.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i wanted to be like all the pretty people that were all around meyknow that bit in the Bell Jar where ester is saying about how she just knew one day that she was going to cry, that she could feel all the tears sloshing about inside her? i feel strangely like that today, not least of all because a man asked me if i had a pen he could borrow and now he's gone and stolen it. i need a life, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/94748682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=94748682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/94391782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=94391782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/94391782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/94391782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/05/you-said-i-tasted-famous-so-i-drew-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-94282347</id><published>2003-05-13T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:33:05.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/94282347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=94282347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/94282347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/94282347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-94125366</id><published>2003-05-11T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:20:49.500Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't believe life's so complex when i just wanna sit here and watch you undress...i went to new york, and that was the view from the hotel room window. i went to new york and i met eddie izzard, on a street behind times square. im in love. with NY not eddie, who was wearing bad clothes and wasnt as nice as the idea in your head that you get when you like someone like an actor or singer. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-92755822</id><published>2003-04-17T03:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-17T03:42:38.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this type of modern life is it for me?ive been sitting here virtually all evening waiting for the madonna american life video to download. i say all evening - from midnite - but it is like half four now and all i can do is sit here listening to madonna over and over because ive obviously turned into christopher and worship her now with my whole body. soon enough ill have an M shaped hairline as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/92755822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=92755822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/92755822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/92755822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-type-of-modern-life-is-it-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-92684776</id><published>2003-04-16T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-16T01:05:42.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> this picture (edited niftily my me on a free version of paint shop pro - woo!) makes me so happy i could cry. i am going to new york in less than one week and madonna is going to be there too, along with eddie izzard, and me. it was sunny today. me and jamie walked to tesco so i could buy cds so i can make compilations for my flite. compilations which i never end up listening to but its part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/92684776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=92684776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/92684776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/92684776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-picture-edited-niftily-my-me-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-92621108</id><published>2003-04-15T01:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-15T01:59:22.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moscow girls make me sing and shoutthat photo is me and christopher on the back of a bike in london a while ago.its probably the only drunk photo of me i actually like. hmmm -  i post a lot (maybe). we are going to new york in one whole week and its too exciting all over again. we have tickets to see A Day in the Death of Joe Egg on broadway, which happens to star Eddie Izzard -  ME LIKEY!! i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-91870094</id><published>2003-04-02T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-15T02:02:19.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it narrows the mind. And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/91870094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=91870094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91870094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91870094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/04/beware-leader-who-bangs-drums-of-war.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-91745522</id><published>2003-04-01T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:19:02.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i took that photo of MisterM so i did. london astoria, march 10th 03 LinktoComments('26')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/91745522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=91745522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91745522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91745522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-took-that-photo-of-misterm-so-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-91195631</id><published>2003-03-22T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-22T21:56:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TEST THE NATION the national relationship test"YOU SCORED 162Lucky in Love - You have a healthy and balanced approach to realtionships. Like most people, you are generally good at having romantic relationships with other people. We sometimes know what we should do in a situation but we don't always act accordingly. so the way we think about ourselves may not always be reflected in the way we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/91195631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=91195631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91195631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91195631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/03/test-nation-national-relationship-test.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-91155336</id><published>2003-03-22T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:29:47.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not going to watch the news anymore until it starts to tell me better things. there is war in the world. all night it's been showing all the bombs and explosions and destruction, and its almost as if we're supposed to be impressed, as if its meant to make us feel better that this war that noone wanted is going ahead so well. i took that on wednesday, where i joined many people protesting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/91155336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=91155336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91155336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/91155336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/03/im-not-going-to-watch-news-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-90667791</id><published>2003-03-13T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:30:18.053Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> that would be placebo who i saw on monday nite @ the astoria, and it was rather exciting! which is good cos all ive done since then is sleep. i havent been to any lectures or seminars or anything this week. im going through a lazy stage where getting up before 5pm is impossible. quite inconvenient really since the world tends to happen earlier in the day than that.... LinktoComments('24')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/90667791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=90667791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90667791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90667791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/03/that-would-be-placebo-who-i-saw-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-90331918</id><published>2003-03-08T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-08T01:12:29.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> some vain poof told me to post all these photos of himself..... and david ryder prangley (the oldest man in the world!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/90331918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=90331918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90331918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90331918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/03/some-vain-poof-told-me-to-post-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-90326783</id><published>2003-03-07T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:31:18.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ha ha! at last! me, chrisopher and pete the cat. oh yes!LinktoComments('23')</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/90326783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=90326783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90326783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90326783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/03/ha-ha-at-last-me-chrisopher-and-pete.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-90058458</id><published>2003-03-03T17:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-08T02:21:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i once met a man with a sense of adventure he was dressed to thrill wherever he went. he said, "let's make love on a mountain top, under the stars on a big hard rock" i said, "in these shoes? i don't THINK so..."this blog seems to be happening on a weekly basis now since i never seem to go online anymore, and im not sure what im doing instead of that. my time just seems to be disappearing. on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/90058458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=90058458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90058458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/90058458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-once-met-man-with-sense-of-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-89622318</id><published>2003-02-24T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-24T00:14:59.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> according to human for sale i'm worth exactly: $1,435,024.00. which i believe is roughly £900,000. so then why do i always feel so cheap?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/89622318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=89622318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/89622318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/89622318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/according-to-human-for-sale-im-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-89575525</id><published>2003-02-23T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:34:17.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Well hello my name is Christopher and you may have heard of me, in fact I think you have even seen a rather delicous photo.  OK first things first please ignore any spelling mistakes because a) I cant spell and b) IM WELL SOBERAnyway I am here to talk about a WELL PRETTY YOUNG MAN!!!!  Ok I'll give you a few ideas as to who it may be: 1. He has no back head, 2. his hair worships Madonna (this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/89575525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=89575525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/89575525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/89575525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/well-hello-my-name-is-christopher-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88929296</id><published>2003-02-11T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-11T20:21:26.953Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bear What Is Your Animal Personality? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88929296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88929296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88929296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88929296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/bear-what-is-your-animal-personality.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88926568</id><published>2003-02-11T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:35:33.523Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> some random photos ive finally managed to do something constructive with. they include pictures of amy, callie and will from rachel stamp at the gig in burton a long time ago at which i for too drunk, helen in the air in a hotel in cardiff, cristopher's FACE (he loves it, oh he does) and a sunny photo of lovely burton on trent. oh yes. i had the strangest and funniest weekend ever - i was bored </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88926568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88926568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88926568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88926568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/some-random-photos-ive-finally-managed.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88854181</id><published>2003-02-10T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-10T15:43:23.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Heart is Black What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88854181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88854181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88854181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88854181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/your-heart-is-black-what-color-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88537630</id><published>2003-02-04T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:37:32.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all i could remember i wished i wasn't mehave you ever noticed that with exs, its like a competition to see who can get over who quicker. or like they said in sex and the city, who will die miserable and alone (or something). people tell me things i dont want to hear. half the time i only ever want to go out with people to prove i'm over someone else. which isnt good. *melancholic* things seem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88537630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88537630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88537630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88537630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/all-i-could-remember-i-wished-i-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88485546</id><published>2003-02-03T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-03T19:18:39.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You said your birthday is 9 / 2 / 1981 which means you are 21 years old and about:62 years 7 months younger than Zsa Zsa Gabor, age 8351 years 3 months younger than Clint Eastwood, age 7248 years 7 months younger than Kim Novak, age 6945 years 7 months younger than Burt Reynolds, age 6641 years 7 months younger than Nick Nolte, age 6240 years 4 months younger than Ann-Margret, age 6134 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88485546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88485546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88485546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88485546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/you-said-your-birthday-is-9-2-1981.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88476880</id><published>2003-02-03T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:39:55.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VANILLA GIRL IS IN DISTRESSi just had a lecture and out of the window i could see canary warf. im not sure why it made me so happy, but it did. it amuses me how its like the london equivalent of the world trade centre, when its like a fraction of the size. i saw an amazingly pretty boy today who reminded me of the one with the girlfriend in sex and the city. everythings taking so long to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88476880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88476880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88476880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88476880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/02/vanilla-girl-is-in-distress-i-just-had.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88244694</id><published>2003-01-30T03:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-30T03:11:20.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Sex and the City Vixen Best Matches Your Sex Style?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88244694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88244694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88244694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88244694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/which-sex-and-city-vixen-best-matches.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88244097</id><published>2003-01-30T02:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-30T02:58:34.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my, how much ive not been writing this year..... its twleve weeks til i go to new york, ive finished all my essays (except the one i decided not to do...oops....) and apparently im karen from will+grace - which makes me laugh a lot. i had to make the quote bigger because its soOoOo funny. the semester actually starts next week and i *will* go to lectures and i *will* do some work. honest. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88244097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88244097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88244097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88244097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/my-how-much-ive-not-been-writing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-88243751</id><published>2003-01-30T02:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-03T19:26:20.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Karen!You’re Karen! Now stop goofing off and get back to work, you sex-obsessed, pill-popping lush."Gosh, I don't think that I've ever been stressed out. Why would I be? I've got practically no responsibilities, my job's a breeze and I've got a KILLER rack. Good morning!"Who Are You On Will and Grace? Take This Quiz To Know!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/88243751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=88243751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88243751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/88243751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/you-are-karen-youre-karen-now-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-87447557</id><published>2003-01-15T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-15T01:25:47.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/87447557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=87447557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/87447557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/87447557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-87370213</id><published>2003-01-13T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T21:01:52.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i probably wouldnt be writing here if i werent doing an essay and looking at anything i can find to distract me, and if i would be, i shouldnt be, since ive 4 essays to write, 2 of which are already late and are destined for 40% (or less....) and all of which ive no idea of. all ive been doing in the last few weeks is thinking about and worrying about essays yet not actually writing essays. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/87370213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=87370213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/87370213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/87370213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/i-probably-wouldnt-be-writing-here-if.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86980937</id><published>2003-01-06T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T00:38:19.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AAAAGH!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86980937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86980937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86980937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86980937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/aaaagh.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86946133</id><published>2003-01-05T03:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-05T03:53:31.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86946133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86946133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86946133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86946133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/which-dysfunctional-care-bear-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86943970</id><published>2003-01-05T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-05T02:50:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>according to this test i have a 59% chance of dying during sex. am i doing it wrong?! surely it shouldnt be that dangerous?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86943970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86943970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86943970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86943970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/according-to-this-test-i-have-59.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86942350</id><published>2003-01-05T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-03T17:12:44.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im spending too much doing these silly tests just because i like to hear about myself. LinktoComments('18')Comment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86942350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86942350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86942350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86942350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/im-spending-too-much-doing-these-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86901348</id><published>2003-01-04T01:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-05T01:13:37.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Where Did Your Soul Originate?You come from Dark Water. You are solitary and find peace in yourself, or maybe you're turmoiled but pull off peace brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86901348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86901348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86901348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86901348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/where-did-your-soul-originateyou-come.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86845027</id><published>2003-01-02T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-22T01:42:46.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY PRETTY BOY CAN'T YOU SHOW ME NOTHING BUT SURRENDER?im going to new york with christopher, which is reeeeeally exciting. ive spent far too much time online looking for the cheapest possible virgin atlantic flite, when i ought to be doing my essays, but i dont care. he's getting some staff discount with posh hotels for old people. im sure im not supposed to spend my student loan on a holiday,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86845027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86845027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86845027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86845027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2003/01/hey-pretty-boy-cant-you-show-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86709675</id><published>2002-12-30T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-30T20:31:40.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> its been a while... of being sick and thinking i was better, getting up again and being sick... i feel a bit robbed of christmas now, and pissed off a bit cos christmas is when youre allowed to EAT EVERYTHING and not feel bad but everytime i eat anything i feel like im going to die. pllff. and tomorrow im going to spend new years eve in burton town and may or may not get mad at people and hit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86709675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86709675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86709675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86709675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2002/12/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86404719</id><published>2002-12-22T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-23T03:01:59.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i took that of james in brixton on sunday 8th december - wheres his legs?!?! Nicky Wiyaa! i took that too. woooo!LinktoComments('15')Comment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86404719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86404719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86404719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86404719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-took-that-of-james-in-brixton-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86287556</id><published>2002-12-19T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-20T01:01:27.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well no i didnt meet ma eddie - cos i was too busy meeting the manics instead!!! we'd only just arrived in cardiff when we happened upon mister james dean bradfield walking down a street. so we stalked him down the street and round a corner to a cash machine, where we, basically, waited and said happy xmas. he seemed incredibly scared of us, these two crazed young ladies with many suitcases and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86287556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86287556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86287556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86287556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2002/12/well-no-i-didnt-meet-ma-eddie-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-86189602</id><published>2002-12-17T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-17T23:34:29.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cannot find a part of me that does not belong to youLinktoComments('13')Comment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/86189602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=86189602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86189602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/86189602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2002/12/i-cannot-find-part-of-me-that-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696521.post-85939280</id><published>2002-12-13T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-13T10:31:54.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eddie izzard is doing a signing right here in london town on monday and i cant go cos im going to be in cardiff. albeit seeing the manics, but still not in london seeing ma eddie....its far too early and ive been up all nite becos i couldnt sleep, and just as i got sleepy i happened to switch on the tv and saw mister izzard on it, so then i had to stay awake and watch him and bear in the big blue</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/feeds/85939280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3696521&amp;postID=85939280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/85939280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3696521/posts/default/85939280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinglikeadisaster.blogspot.com/2002/12/eddie-izzard-is-doing-signing-right.html' title=''/><author><name>lowerclassangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08042199901187958414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
