<?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-15469577</id><updated>2012-01-25T10:32:39.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my scheduled brain farts</title><subtitle type='html'>i set my own standards. live by my own set of honest and sincere rules and will do whatever it takes to make it. reckless at heart but never never unkind. no one can stop me from achieving my goals. i'm not limited in any way. i follow my heart. i am strong and without fear. a risk taker. have no boundaries and can achieve it all.no-one can stop me. i am the trend.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/1573667672229904493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/1573667672229904493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2009/12/men.html' title='MEN!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-8486836952147008285</id><published>2009-10-26T03:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:20:03.791+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>its just waaaaaay too short to be taken seriously :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-8486836952147008285?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/8486836952147008285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=8486836952147008285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/8486836952147008285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/8486836952147008285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is Funny!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-2505635676056310653</id><published>2008-07-21T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:07:29.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>... they laughed at fugly too</title><content type='html'>...so I've created a new word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'FAWESOME'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... well thats all I really have to say for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-2505635676056310653?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-5296367748664337023</id><published>2008-04-21T22:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:58:41.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm UBER fabulous</title><content type='html'>soooooo... for some completely arb reason my favourite word so far this year has to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~*&lt;   ÜBER   &gt;*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how, &lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, &lt;br /&gt;I duno where it came from,&lt;br /&gt;(ok, its German folks, so we've established where it originated from, but i'm sure you know wot I meant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so this damn word is everywhere, all day, everyday, &lt;br /&gt;*can you say : ÜBER OVERKILL?!?!?*&lt;br /&gt;so much so, my mates are complaining about it... Um...Well, I'm ÜBER jammer om jou kak te hoor ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-5296367748664337023?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/5296367748664337023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=5296367748664337023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/5296367748664337023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/5296367748664337023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-uber-fabulous.html' title='I&apos;m UBER fabulous'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-7566685865310662950</id><published>2008-03-10T01:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T02:02:53.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 30.... perspective adjustment time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/R9R6ks6CyHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7sLESBHu1gg/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/R9R6ks6CyHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7sLESBHu1gg/s400/2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175896642704033906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here we go again, hopefully i make more than 2 measly posts this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... the dirty 30's are upon us  - ok fine, maybe just upon me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm loving life - when this year started i just knew it was going to be my year!!!&lt;br /&gt;(its about fucking time actually - been a couple kak years, a few good years)&lt;br /&gt;but this one is going to be AMAZING!!!! (despite the kak thats already happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to 2008 *holds up glass o' bubbley* and here's to me and MY YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-7566685865310662950?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7566685865310662950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=7566685865310662950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/7566685865310662950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/7566685865310662950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2008/03/almost-30-perspective-adjustment-time.html' title='Almost 30.... perspective adjustment time again'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/R9R6ks6CyHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7sLESBHu1gg/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-964049225600295760</id><published>2007-10-16T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:30:03.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>sooo.. its not even funny how little i write these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously miss it, like seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-964049225600295760?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/964049225600295760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=964049225600295760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/964049225600295760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/964049225600295760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-2669697827207638127</id><published>2007-05-08T09:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:28:25.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology and chics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this shit.. fuck i kinda studied it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by kinda i mean... sorta...maybe.... u know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i also mean that softwearprogrammes have changed or been upgraded which ultimately means i didnt really study this shit... so... now i typed out a post... i try to cut and paste the damn thing and well... fokol...  so this is just me bitching about it... just in case i'm able to post this one... either way... i got to get this off my chest...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-2669697827207638127?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2669697827207638127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=2669697827207638127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/2669697827207638127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/2669697827207638127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2007/05/technology-and-chics.html' title='Technology and chics'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-7239175849190299333</id><published>2007-04-22T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:03:56.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/RiqR4x2rdVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2IcTGt60OkI/s1600-h/year-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056013936318182738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/RiqR4x2rdVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2IcTGt60OkI/s400/year-2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;well well well.... wot can i say... i've neglected this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*norty norty girl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so its April 2007 and well where do i start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;so much has happened... SOOOO much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lets see 2006 (yes i know, thats so last year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;well as i was saying ... 2006...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;um... well... so... dunno if i really remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;everything... well here's the condensed version. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hmmm... worked really hard on Coke campaign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;major stress, also landed big vodacom campaign, i killed myself working on that... all in all a successful year for me work wise... socially, lots and lots of jolling i think... also too much booze... (evil i tell U)... went to my old friend and flatmates wedding in WC in july, it was beautiful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hooked up with a 22yr old in august... that was fun while it lasted, but so immature... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*note to self: kids are only good for playing with*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;agh well thats all there really was for 2006... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2007 on the other hand... started off perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lay in the sun, by the pool, in my complex for 6hrs a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;14 days straight... i was indian looking by the time i went back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;there was shit with my sisters school application and funding etc... so she had to go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;well... without going into any detail, i've learned a valuable lesson in life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;carefull who you bless with your kindness and generosity--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;there are people who will take it for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and will not apprectiate you and all the help you give... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;there are insensitive people who will disrespect you to your face... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;there are people who will not show you the same consideration you have show them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in a nutshell - people take advantage - - because you let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;help help help - but draw the line somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i'm loving work... i've been promoted... and its great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;anyway... got nothing more... i'm tired and wanna sleep... been a long day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-7239175849190299333?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7239175849190299333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=7239175849190299333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/7239175849190299333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/7239175849190299333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/RiqR4x2rdVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/2IcTGt60OkI/s72-c/year-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-116233962030633410</id><published>2006-11-01T01:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T02:08:13.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>....falling out of love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;....with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what has happened to me??? i've read thru some old posts... about love and romance and the ex's... and i'm like "wot was i thinking??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;stupid girl... get a grip... PLEASE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;granted i'm not entirely happy now... but i'm not that pathetic, desperate and devastated piece of love puppy that i used to be... i dont know, maybe my problem is that i know what's at stake if i fall inlove again... so i probably convince myself that i dont miss little, sweet, lame-ass cute things that come with being inlove... thing is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i dont miss it one bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-116233962030633410?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/116233962030633410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-116233842115291948</id><published>2006-11-01T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:47:01.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/girl_thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/320/girl_thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.... starting to sound like a broken record when i say this but... damit!! where has the time gone... more importantly... what have i been doing with my time... aside from work and trying to find some kind of happiness.... i've just started writing (well typing) my memoirs... yes, lil' ol' me is typing my biography... yes yes i know... who the hell am i?? no-one knows me... i'm not even a little bit famous... but u know what i'm thinking- maybe my book will be my claim to fame(all 5 minutes of it)... who knows... they'll read it at book club and discuss it in depth, hey, Dr Phill may even wanna interview me, cos we sure as hell know there's nothing wrong with me upstairs... problem is that alot of what's published in this blog will probably be in it anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(note to self: dont cut and paste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-116233842115291948?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/116233842115291948/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-115742778409082833</id><published>2006-09-05T05:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:43:04.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>where has the time gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they say time flies when u're having fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well that is true but its been all work really and all work and no play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;well we all know how that goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just cant believe its already september. so much has happened in the last few months (so much for me writing a monthly post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;work has been an absolute nightmare and a blessing. i love the challenge and well to be truely honest, i love working hard. my biggest problem is that i put so much pressure on myself and stress so much about proving myself that i forget why and who i'm proving myself to. i know full well of my potential and wot i'm capable of and should learn to take it easy. and its not that i want everything to be perfect... just that i want things to be as close to perfect as possible.  and in wanting that... i usually end up doing so much for fear that if i dont do it, it wont be done rite... but i've finally learnt the art of delegation. not to say i wasnt delegating before... which i was, but when listing the tasks... i used to find that so many of them are important and found i'd give others the easy work to do... anyway... all sorted out now. learnt that when u give ppl more responsibilty that become more responsible. i dunno if that makes sense, but it makes sense to me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-115742778409082833?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/115742778409082833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=115742778409082833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/115742778409082833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/115742778409082833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-has-time-gone.html' title='where has the time gone'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-115167644396950415</id><published>2006-06-30T15:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:17:40.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/3795176_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/320/3795176_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;having read the book i've come to realise what i knew all along....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;he's just not that into me... and there are very clear signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(part one of this post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;if i dont hear from him - its not bcos he's too busy or bcos his fone was stolen or bcos he lost my number - its simply bcos he hasnt thort about me... hey sometimes its a week before there's any contact... i of course fight the urge to make contact cos as much as i want to ... i wont... why should i...???..... he's not that into me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114946271986073107</id><published>2006-06-25T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:02:10.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>4 down... actually make that 6...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;its hideous how time flies... its freaken june already and i havent even updated this damn thing yet... thats 10 shades of wrong!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mmm... work is hectic, the breakdowns are more and more frequent. "Yes, i cry at work, dont like to but i cant always control it"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sisters bday comes around... and that nite i waited outside my flat, didnt have the keys to get in... stood there for about 20mins... called george to let me in, then this car pulls up, didnt see it really cos it was behind the trees... then 3 dodge black guys walk up to me and ask me for my fone, well of course i'm thinking "fuck no, my fones were stolen exactly a month ago and this cant be happening" my first reaction - i froze. then surrounded by the fuckers the one then flashes me a gun, (looked fucking real to me) so i then became angry and said no. he then puts the gun to my stomach and i looked down and saw my laptop bag on the floor between my legs, i freakout, thinking there's no way i'll let them take that... all my hard work is on it and i refuse to hand it over, so immediately sat on top of it and screamed for help. he puts the gun to my head and says he'll shoot me if i dont stop screaming, meanwhile the other little fucker starts trying to search my pockets, luckily i was holding files in both arms were nicely locked, that prevented him from reaching my pockets. the fucker with the gun threatens to kill me again if i dont stop and i'm thinking "just do it then" suddenly the neighbors come out and open the gate i practically fall in as i was leaning against it anyway. they run off... i ran sat at the foyer and cried out of shock. i've never had a gun pointed at me, the weird thing was that i really didnt care if i died... ppl keep saying it was brave... looking back i still think it was stupid... but it was involuntary... i was just reacting... i was just so furious that its such a mission to have to replace every thing... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so both flatmates move out, and for the very 1st time in my life i live on my own, ALL ALONE! at 1st it sucked (well also cos i had jackshit furniture) cos i had no-one to talk to didnt even bother watching tv, just kinda speant time in my room, reading or drawing or working(as always) then tried to decide if i was gonna move out or stay (great place, cheap and huge) so i decided to stay, but then had to find a flatmate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was wined and dined one nite, nix (nicola) has this friend from PE, him and his leb mafia friend pick us up in a BMW m5, we go to this snaz restuarant. there was a queue but we didnt have to wait... nix and i ordered a glass of the finest chateaux d'cardbord. clint (mafia dude) takes a sip of my wine and says "no we cant drink this" then calls the manager over and orders the table a bottle of MOET rose'... (R1500 a bottle) i must say it was lovely!! then nix and i discussed wot we were gonna eat ( we were gonna order 2 plates of sushi and share it) so we place the order but clint says "no u cant just have that" he then orders oysters for everyone to start with, then a huge platter of all kinds of sushi, then the biggest prawns i've ever seen (they were so big i was scared they'd jump up and eat me instead) and other seafood. we didnt even see the bill... they then dropped us off at home. safe and sound.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 days later, they pick us up to go out on the town... us girls all glitzed up. so the hummer arrives we climb in and off we go... go to sandton news cafe ( like only the hottest pub in jhb, we go there all the time) we walk in with the boys and feel like royalty, they get us a table, more guysw joined and it was drinks all around. then we see nix's ex, the one who was physically abusive. we tell clint, he gets all agro, calls the owner over and tells him to kick him out. so the manager goes over asks him to leave, he doesnt, eventually the owner goes over there and tells him to leave. him and his friends get up and go. owner comes to the table, saying that they must not think of ever coming back there. whoohoo... we're like the coolest bitches he he he... such a powerfull feeling knowing someone with so much power has ur back. then we go thru to the hottest new club in JHB - the palms. we drive up (in the hummer of course) there's a bitch of a queue outside and no parking. we drive straight thru the queue and parked rite by the door, ppl scattered everywhere. then they put security tape behind the car so no-one could go to it. we climb out the car, everyone staring wondering who we are, clint gets on the fone to the manager and calls him down stairs. we see some girls from work and they ask us if we can get them in. clint says its cool. manager escorts us rite inside and not one of us paid to get in (cover R100) drinks were free all nite... i scored 2 guys... but had some nasty's after me too. we left, this time i'm in a porche... and go home... whooohoooo!!!! wot a cool few days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unfortunately, there was a holiday on the thursday and most ppl took off work on the friday. spoke to nix (nicole) on the tuesday and she said i could sleep at her bosses place if she was going to house sit for her so i was closer to work. i usually walk about 30-45mins to get to her house in the morning. i mean i pay her for petrol but she doesnt even pick me up. so i eventually get to her house and her car isnt there, i call her and she's house sitting. so i said that she was supposed to let me know cos she said i could sleep there... anyway... falling out of note!!! cos little miss was acting all blaze' about it... and i continued to walk for a further hr and 1/2... anyway, her 21st bday party was the next day, she sms's me like nothing happened. how she's gonna pick me up and where, when, who.... so i tell her i'm not going, trying to find a flatemate and may have to help him move also broke as hell... sorry and enjoy. she loses her shit, and then i had a peacefull evening. she sent some martre messages... shame poor me... bla bla bla... i cried... i wanna die.... bla... hate my life... everyone's leaving cos u're not here... bla bla bullshit... next day we had it out... she was laying it on thick!!! and i was giving it rite back. so woteva... havent seen her since...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to check out only the biggest meteorite crater site... left early drove all the way to fuckknowswhere only to find that we've been living in it... the crater spans many km and jhb is rite in the crater site... saw an aerial shot... was so funny... then drove to the next one nearest to us... also in fuckknowswhere... finally get there at 3:25 and the fucker at the gate says they close at 3:30... so we say well then we still have 5mins... so he shows us his time and says its alreay 3:30... and we're too late... we tried to bribe, sweet talk even tried sending him on a guilt trip cos we'd been driving all day and nothing worked... anyway... threw my toys out and we managed to get in... yay... on condition that we were out by 5pm... tite squeeze as it was quite a hike... got some really cool pix... anyway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so Armand moves in with me... it was really cool... he works with me, he's such a honey. anyway... so his car was broken into the following weekend.... they took his radio and speakers and funny enough, there was alot of promotional stock in the car... some new yoghurt that helps regulate ur tummy, the fuckers actually had time to sit in the car and eat it... we hope they eat too much and get diahhorea ha ha ha.... anyway, so we decided to move out, looked at 2 places and picked a noice one with a loft. awesome complex, more like a village... have everything we need... bar, clubhouse, laundry, dvd rental, pizzaria, mini super market.... everything we need, except furniture... grrr... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nix eventually sms's to make up... still havent seen her tho... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give notice at the old flate, only to find out that we need to give 2months... so we were gonna be fuct cos we'd already signed the lease at the other place so we woulda ended up paying rent in 2 places but luckily the landlord found a tenant. PHEW!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;moving was a bitch tho, had so much shit to throw out... but loving the new place... going to get a kitty... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my old assistant leaves the company - just as she started getting into the swing of things...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new assistant seems pretty jacked up... now having worked with a for a month it's very clear that our relationship will work out just perfectly!! she used to mock me or rather was impressed by how well i handle my work and how much ownership i take... she impressed me recently, as she's doing the same and we think so much alike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;been rather lucky when going out... nix and i went to the palms again... and by chance bumped into some local and international rugby players, who then dragged us to the VIP section with them. and within the VIP section there was a lounge - just for the rugby guys and their guests. had sooooo much fun, except for the fact that i was tired and passed out in clear view of everyone... all in all a great nite out. also had some hideous hounds trying to pick me up... wots new... thats all i seem to be attracting these days, not to mention married men - who i mite add i leave alone and tell them in the nicest possible way to'fucking go home to ur wife'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so quite a hectic month so far....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work was hectic - had an away day with all the senior managers... it was fun. discussed the way forward for us and for us in the company. had my performance review with both my direct superior and the one partner(team leader) they said that my review was the nicest 1 they had had to do. as i went through a ruff patch in march - personal stuff that was affecting my performance at work. they were quite understanding. but since then i've been performing beyond where i was prior to march. they also said that i was too critical on myself and that they expect more imput from me, as i dont have faith in my abilities i dont think i have any value to add but that i need to see the potential they do and work at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new assistant is working out great. in the areas wheremy other assistants were lacking - she excells. her only downfall is that she doesnt seem to be as computer literate as the job requires, but that can be remedied with training.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i did an advanced excell training course - paid for by the company. they made us all go to help us save time as most of us just knew the basics. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fone that was stolen on the 12th of march - was replaced on the 12th of june.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15th of june - my client Nestle decides they're going to pull my campaign.. just like that... i was shocked, then angry then just plain dissapointed cos that campaign had been my baby for 8months and was meant to carry on till the end of the year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so i'd been planning a trip back home for fathers day. not so much becos it was fathers day but more bcos my family would be together again that weekend. with my bro not living at home anymore - dani living on res in grahamstown - me living in joburg... its not often that we will all be home at the same time.  my plans to go to PE changed to many times i wasnt sure if i'd still end up going there... Nicola and i drove down - she's also from there. had such a blast!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;came back to the office and i hear i've landed Coca-cola as my next client!! whoohoo... its a bigger campaign than the one i was running. only problem is that i havent even been briefed on it, we have no confirmation as to when it breaks... so that leaves me doing nothing until then... and that's driving me mad... everyone says to relax.. but the funny thing is... i dont know how... and to top it all... all that i had was my work... now that i'm not as busy... i have nothing else... and so now thats where i'm at... lonely and bored...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was seeing a nice guy but wots the point.... next year he's going to end up living overseas... so no point in that rite... why get into anything serious.... i fall so hard and so easily as it is... why choose to get into it if i'm only gona end up getting hurt anyway...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the palms tonite for the Virgin Mobile launch party... and believe this or not.... RICHARD BRANSON rubbed my shoulder... he was walking passed me as i was at the entrance and i was getting an vip armband fitted and couldnt shake his hand when he greated me... so he put his hand on my shoulder and rubs it... whoohoo... now that's wot u call rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous he he he...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114946271986073107?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114946271986073107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114946271986073107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114946271986073107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114946271986073107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-down-actually-make-that-6.html' title='4 down... actually make that 6...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-115120883519729599</id><published>2006-06-25T06:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:54:54.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Control + Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well i have very few regrets in my life... i'm happy knowing that all that i've been through has got me to where i am.... and to be who i am today&lt;br /&gt;actually.... only 2 regrets....&lt;br /&gt;one involving something that happened to my mom and one with something that happened to my sister.... its something i could have prevented happening and i carry the mental torture with me... dunno why i do but i feel responsible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i had a little "life remote control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... i fuct up&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; refer to user guide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"simultaneously push control+Z"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-115120883519729599?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/115120883519729599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=115120883519729599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/115120883519729599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/115120883519729599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/06/control-z.html' title='Control + Z'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114503948155573081</id><published>2006-04-14T20:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T06:06:01.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 down 9 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/march.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/march.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well so ya, its way into april.... but stil it just meants march's post is long over-due, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;so i went thru 3 assistants... well the 3rd one is still around but she found a new job within 10days of working there... dunno wot to think about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then mom's 50th bday- well dad had an episode that ended in him locking mom out the house, then her breaking in and then him pulling a gun on her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then sister (my soulmate as u know) having a moment, she's at varsity, far from home, first time away from home and not handling, and more than anything... suicidal... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and one of my best friends Nicola... jobless and manless and suicidal... downrite depressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my client deciding that they wana up their budget with us by more than double... R4.5mil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have a nervous breakdown at the office... too much pressure and too much stress... too young for all of it... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my bday coming around and none of my friends come out to celebrate... the only two who do, ruin the nite, i end up walking home, catch a ride, get home and long story, i end up without my hand bag, none of my fones, no bank cards...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then second assistant resigns... dunno what to do....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i end up stuck, with both flatmates moving out... WTF????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now that its already halfway thru april i can tell u that it doesnt even get better... if anything it gets worse... but who gives a shit anyway, if i dont, how can i expect anyone else to.... but just know it gets worse... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114503948155573081?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114503948155573081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114503948155573081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114503948155573081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114503948155573081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-down-9-to-go.html' title='3 down 9 to go'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114338796498328958</id><published>2006-03-26T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:46:05.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/t-despair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/t-despair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it means that every single day you see me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's on the worse day of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114338796498328958?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114338796498328958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114338796498328958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114338796498328958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114338796498328958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/03/every-single-day-of-my-life-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114099483429089511</id><published>2006-03-08T20:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:01:50.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down.. 10 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/feb.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/feb.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;damn... where has the time gone... cant believe its already time for march... bday month for me... well february has been quite cool acually so here goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;work has chilled quite a bit, i was only hectic for 2 weeks of the month and then chilled for 2 weeks, perfect! but this week i had a meeting with the client and they've more than doubled their budget and the workload has trippled, so my assistant starts tomoro. its gonna be alot of hard work, but i look forward to it cos i wont be doing it alone... i'm impressed with how much i've grown in the 5months i've been there. altho i must say that so far this yr 15 ppl have left the company. needless to say my stress levels r high, my tolerance and patience with stupid ppl very low...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i've been driving quite a bit lately, just have to get my lisence. GG my flatmate has been throwing me in the deep end... making me drive on the highway during the rain... that was hell... but i'm still alive and the car is in tact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;valentines/ singles awareness as i like to call it was crap... decided to do the opposite of wot i did last yr, i went to work fully kitted in goth gear and got flowers from a friend with a card saying "happy f#cking tuesday" that nite i came home and got drunk on my own ha ha ha... the goth look lingered a bit, my nails were gonna be black for a while anyway... so.. i went with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;my social life... well still not sure i have one of those, been trying to go out a bit more frequently, mostly to places where my favourite local dj's are performing... Pimp Squad are brilliant! they make everyone else here sound like amateurs... and as for the boys... dont have time for that BS!!! specially wen i hear my coupled friends bitch about their 'marital' problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;other than that... february has been pretty chilled... havnt really done anything special... now for part 3 of 12... gonna be hectic... its concerts and bdays all things are month... mmm... cant wait. its already 1 week into the month and i must say looking up... and up... and up... whoohoo... it's great being me rite now... unfortunately, i didnt stick to my rule of "i'm not reminding people its my bday" i mean really now... its the only day in the year that belongs to me (&amp;amp; albert einstein-altho i was born 99yrs after him) and all that matters too me.. more than freaken gifts is that people wish me a happy birthday and just spend some time with all the people i love... so ... by now everybody knows!!!! he he he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114099483429089511?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114099483429089511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114099483429089511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099483429089511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099483429089511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-down-10-to-go.html' title='2 down.. 10 to go'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114099706416902455</id><published>2006-02-27T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:37:44.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;:::my personal favourite posts:::   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(yes i've read them all again, well the ones i liked that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;this is me  ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thort for the day  **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CONfidence  *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;dead like me  *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;stress related  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hypocrits  ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;temporary insanity  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the complete idiots guide to me : chapt 1  *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;us girls are worse than u think  ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the game  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;just a notch in my bedpost  ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;anger, hurt and many tears  ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;feels like i'm stuck in reverse  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;cynical  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pleased to meet u, i'm naive  **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i'm lazy, so wot?!  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i'm normal rite?  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;u get me  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;opportunist men r poo!!!  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the things we do for fun  ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its not nicotine  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;warranty conspiracy  ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so it starts here   *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;mmm... its been a long couple of months. the star rating has more to do with how much i njoyed writing that particular post. and i usually only enjoyed the most creative ones... here's to many many more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114099706416902455?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114099706416902455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114099706416902455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099706416902455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099706416902455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-personal-favourite-posts-yes-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114099269433175662</id><published>2006-02-27T00:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:29:35.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alcohol induced destruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/beer%20bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/beer%20bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just dont get it, wen i'm not drinking the hard stuff i'll have a beer or a cider in the bottle. there's nothing like one of those ice cold bevvies , they go down so well, i almost drink it like i do water cos its not quite whiskey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we all know i like to sip my JD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyway with the bottel being ice cold, water condences on the bottel and without thinking, bottle in hand, i start peeling off the labels... every single one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;starting with the one on the front, nice and slow, keeping it in tact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then its the one on the back, same procedure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then i put the sticky sides together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then the one on the neck, sticking it onto the 2 i already have or if there's no sticker on the neck and its the foil... same procedure... nice and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then i crumple the whole thing and throw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at this point i'm usually done drinking the beer/cider and its time to start the whole routine all over again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114099269433175662?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114099269433175662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114099269433175662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099269433175662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099269433175662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/alcohol-induced-destruction.html' title='alcohol induced destruction'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-114099163746972284</id><published>2006-02-26T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:25:25.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kno wot i'm sayn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/enter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/enter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;in this modern fst passed lyf, wit emails, blogs sms's &amp; the lyk. i often find myself writin &amp;amp; typin in sort sms styl during the day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it reali isnt that cool cos as i may b sms'n ppl &amp; mailin ppl all kindsa fun-e stuf thru-out the day, i also hav 2 send NB mail 2 my bosses &amp;amp; clients &amp; suppliers &amp;amp; often hav 2 pruf read the dam thing 2 make shaw i dnt send 'em sumthin jst alil less proffessional than im supposed 2. imagin snding ur boss sumthin lyk this post ... OMG!! he'l hit the roof... he mite evn ruf u up. &amp; u kno how e-z it that can b cn that iv ben trying 2 multi-tsk by wrking &amp;amp; playn @the same tym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ROTFLMFAO... c wot i mean. Lyk wtf?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-114099163746972284?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/114099163746972284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=114099163746972284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099163746972284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/114099163746972284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/kno-wot-im-sayn.html' title='kno wot i&apos;m sayn'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113994592515399698</id><published>2006-02-14T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:38:45.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ai papi !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hearing you speak my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Beckoning me to answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Telling me you want me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tracing your shadowscape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;All its divinity and I praise you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Because all of that is for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dripping down my chin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your taste is something Godiva couldn't re-create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Needing every atom of your anatomy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In my daydreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And it makes me want you right there and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thinking of you in inappropriate places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I get Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You know my body like the back of your hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And touch me and send me into ecstacy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Body rising &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sweating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Panting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Make-up melting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pulling my hair and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Scratching my back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(Spanish) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You f#$king me makes me bilingual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I see your tongue pink between your lips and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I want it between mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I struggle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;As you lick torturing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I try to get away but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Not really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;by my stilletos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Again and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My face radiates with after-glow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My pillow scented by you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A fragrance which haunts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My room smells of the best sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You f#$king me makes me bilingual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113994592515399698?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113994592515399698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113994592515399698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113994592515399698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113994592515399698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/ai-papi.html' title='ai papi !!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113974044236864402</id><published>2006-02-12T12:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:34:02.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's.. the build up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/sunset%20man%20and%20woman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/sunset%20man%20and%20woman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody Wants To Be Lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist: Ricky Martin with Christina Aguilera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wants to be lonely&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wants to cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My body's longing to hold you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So bad it hurts inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time is precious and it's slipping away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I've been waiting for you all of my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wants to be lonely, so why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why don't you let me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113974044236864402?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113974044236864402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113974044236864402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113974044236864402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113974044236864402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-build-up.html' title='valentine&apos;s.. the build up'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113973673435294659</id><published>2006-02-12T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:57:13.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>negative marking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/scars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/scars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;this is the wrong answer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113973673435294659?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113973673435294659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113973673435294659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/negative-marking.html' title='negative marking'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113957913410034652</id><published>2006-02-10T15:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:33:27.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>that feeling....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/hart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/hart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;U know the one I’m talking about, everyone must have felt it at least once in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;That instant connection u feel with someone u’ve practically just met, but it feels like u’ve known them a lifetime… it’s the feeling of being completely comfortable with someone where u say whats on ur mind and ur not trying to impress or not afraid of how they’ll react. It’s wanting to spend every second of ur day with them, no uncomfortable silences, no bordum …nothing is awkward, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its that childlike playfulness, the internal smile when u think of them, its feeling completely content when gazing into their eyes… its being excited about waking up in the morning cos it means u get to see them, it’s the feeling u get when ur half asleep and u feel their arms around u, its long deep conversations about nothing in particular… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its cuddling in front of the tele when its pouring outside, its knowing their every move, gestures and their smiles, and their smell, the feel of their soft skin, and their lips, its realizing that it just feels rite… its knowing what they’re thinking… knowing just how to make them laugh and feel better, its feeling good about urself, its that feeling that makes u feel like u can achieve absolutely anything… its wot u feel wen their hand fits perfectly in urs…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its missing them wen they just in the next room… its someone thinking ur the hottest thing since hell when ur hair’s a mess, ur eyes are puffy and ur make up smudged… its someone knowing all there is to know about u, the good and the bad… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and they still want to be with u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113957913410034652?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113957913410034652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113957913410034652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113957913410034652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113957913410034652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-feeling.html' title='that feeling....'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113882913892353412</id><published>2006-02-01T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:06:20.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1 down 11 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/images[70].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/images%5B70%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2006 so far:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;went on an awesome trip to mozambique, ate the yummiest prawns eva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lost a good friend, ppl confuse me sometimes, they dunno wot they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;back at a job i've now grown to hate but i'm too responsible and have no time to find a new job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;met an extraordinary person who's changed my outlook on men quite a bit. he's just so different from all the rest... yeah i know wot u're thinking, they all seem different in the begining... but his whole approach, his whole caring nature is different from the rest... unfortunatley i let him get away... stupid stupid stupid girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;read a really cool book called 'he's just not that into you' about men and the truth about wot they really mean wen they say:........ '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bought a cool little car i cant legally drive around yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm broke as all hell cos of the little car i cant race around in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thats about it... just waiting for part 2 of 12....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113882913892353412?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113882913892353412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113882913892353412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113882913892353412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113882913892353412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-down-11-to-go.html' title='1 down 11 to go'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113737451910560353</id><published>2006-01-16T02:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:53:04.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the future looks brite in 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My Acceptance speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not quite the kind of speech u’re expecting… but just another of my brain farts exposed in cyberspace, like a declaration that woteva life throws my way I will make it, it makes me stronger and wiser… just by accepting that shit happens – no more ‘why me syndrome’, that attitude also has u saying ‘bad things always happen to me’ and that statement rite there… u put it out into the universe, the universe hears u, its like u willing bad things to happen to u… u will it and it will happen. I’m not even depro anymore… it was just a short phase. I’m basically gonna throw out all the hurt and pain cos now I’ve accepted it and I forgive myself and I think I need to say it out load, so to speak… like I’ve said before this blog is like closure for my soul… closing of a chapter of my life... so here goes... from the beginning of MY time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;- Abused as a child not by 1 but by 2 different men at different times in my childhood… was introverted growing up.&lt;br /&gt;- Growing up with the drunken fights and being the eldest and probably cos I had a great memory, always being dragged into it by mom being made to confirm stories and always being accused of taking sides. So I don’t confirm anything, then I’m accused of covering up. Grew up believing mom hated me and wanted me out her life also cos it seemed me being there aggravated their fights…&lt;br /&gt;- (I know it sounds contrary to the previous point but we had the best of everything, went to good schools) Loving parents often strict but also easy going, who I know raised me very well but who maybe hit us just a little too hard that u really cant sit and wen ur ass is stinging so bad u use ur hands to shield the blows u walk around with black and blue wrists too. Got my last big hiding aged 16… I guess I did deserve that one but it didn’t need to be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to kill myself all those millions of times… I hate to admit it but also considering doing it a few months back… I wont tho I have a new lease on life… life is an opportunity too good to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;- Mom’s suicide attempt… not good for me, grew up with so much resentment towards her as if I didn’t think little of her already… I also think I’m the only one of the kids who really knows about it… how could I forget, I found her body convulsing…&lt;br /&gt;- My 1st kiss was also forced on me… I felt so violated… trapped… hated men… thort that that was all they’r all after and always said that I’ll never ‘make love’ if I ever have intercourse it would probably be forced on me too… careful wot u wish for… being a tomboy I also physically bullied guys… taking back some of the power they kept taking from me.&lt;br /&gt;- Got a lot of attention from boys around that time in my life looking back I really was cute back then… I was labelled ice queen… so wot who cares… growing up I was always told I’m beautiful… being an attractive girl was not a blessing for me I hated my looks and blamed them for the way men constantly chose to abuse me, so I became a fatty… but fat chics r sexy too… didn’t make much difference.&lt;br /&gt;- wen I became interested in boys… they were just that… boys… the younger they r the less likely they wud want to have sex like older guys would…&lt;br /&gt;- always felt like the duck among the swans wen with my varsity friends… got only the ugly guys.. then I ‘slipped’ I met an older guy… he seemed so sweet and nice… I was alone with him only twice and that second time he rapes me… well he wanted to call it ‘making love’ and even after I said no and explained that I’d been abused and didn’t feel comfortable making love to someone I didn’t love… u always think u know how u’ll react in any situation… I froze… I didn’t give this man a beating like I thort I would in that situation… careful wot u wish for… I didn’t report it… I just wanted to forget it ever happened and make it disappear…&lt;br /&gt;- became a real bitch towards men really quickly… they were all dogs in my eyes! Withdrew from my church and unfortunately also from my studies…&lt;br /&gt;- dad’s company went bankrupt… go from having the best of anything to living hand to mouth.&lt;br /&gt;- During one of their usual drunken fights while trying to get them to keep it down… mom pipes up that I’ll learn all about men some day and stop trying to cover for my dad… I lose it and blurt out that I know exactly wot men r like… I mention the abuse and the rape and shocked at myself I run off to my room… dad in after me… pushing and shoving me around interrogating me… screaming and shouting that I let those things happen to me, that it was all my fault.. he storms off leaving me there in a heap on the floor crying… for the 1st time since I was older, my mom holds me and cries with me and tells me she loves me and that its not my fault… and she called me baby… and she said she was sorry she wasn’t there for me… we’ve been close ever since. My dad and i… not even a little close.&lt;br /&gt;- I spent my time on the internet, the only relationships I could handle were virtual ones… u get to be as open as u want… no fear of seeing someone’s reaction… it’s the most honest thing… u’re free to say wotever u want… I met a boy… he was so funny and sensitve… we fell inlove… i cant squeeze 4.5yrs into a paragraph… I moved 1100km away from everyone and everything I knew with no money… just a job. We struggled but we were really happy back then… until we weren’t so happy anymore… to cut a long story short… I was left feeling inadequate, ugly, insecure, not worthy and made to feel really stupid… and I cheated on him… but I’d warned him for over a yr prior to the cheating that wot I wasn’t getting at home I’d get somewhere else. he didnt change, we even went for therapy-which only explains one’s actions,it doesn’t solve the problems… we fell apart… it was a nasty break up mainly bcos we’d bought a house, power struggles.(we’ve since moved on and 2yrs later became good friends again) I had a run in with the law and on a separate occasion was beaten in the face by a bouncer in a club for no other reason than his steroids had just kicked in… anyway I was thrown out of the home I’d helped put together… out on the street. and stupidly just signed over my half amounting R175k to him... its only money, i'll make my own. i'm not materialistic so also left alot of my things there.. left with my clothes and a few kitchen items.&lt;br /&gt;- Once again I struggled… I was on my own… and in a world of debt (enuf to buy a new car out the box)… no money for food at the end of the month… i rented an expensive little room from a freaky little pervert of a man that I really cud not afford, only cos it was close to work and even then, I walked an hr in the morning and at night in the dark to get to and from work… not having money made me spend even more money that I didn’t have cos in a warped and twisted way it made me feel better..&lt;br /&gt;- I moved house again… could not stay with the freaky one... things started looking up… even got a new bf… I was really and truly happy… we were so inlove… there was no world outside us… and he helped me thru tough times, helped me believe in myself again… he helped me sort out so much of the issues I had in my head and my life… we always talked for hrs…helped me get a night job which would eventually help me clear my debt… then for reasons I’m sure his dragon mother would rather he didn’t exactly share with me too truthfully… I lost the love of my life… I had never felt so much pain in my life… I really wanted to die, yes i tried… there was absolutely nothing wrong in our relationship and ‘just like that’ its over and I’m supposed to accept it… now its easy to accept cos he’s changed so much that I don’t even like who he is now…&lt;br /&gt;- I wanted to study, applied to a really good school. I made it thru the interview and worked my ass off to pay the non-refundable deposit (saved just more than a month’s salary) to get into a good private school and just couldn’t get any bank to finance it. Even if I worked the 2jobs for another yr I could only save for 1yrs tuition. And it was a full time course…&lt;br /&gt;- At the same time got really sick… and for me to take a sick day at work u must know it was bad. I was haemorrhaging… and in extreme pain, so much so I couldn’t sleep, stand sit or walk. Went to see a gynaecologist… that experience was expensive.. felt violated… anyway, don’t think he knew wot he was talking about cos I asked if it’s my contraception and he said it wasn’t and to continue taking it… but every time I did… the bleeding and the pain started up again. Self diagnosis- stay off pill for yr till its out my system. Just hope I can still have kids.&lt;br /&gt;- Left my job that I hated… had a fall out with ‘mother superior’ or ‘my regional bitch’ cant decide wot to call her but I can think of names that I cant publish here and would be blacklisted from the company forever… would go nowhere in that company… couldn’t go overseas like I planned as my payout wen I left was not enuf… and then I sat unemployed for 6 months…. going for job interviews... desperate... Suffering insomnia, comfort eating, loneliness and depression with suicidal tendancies…&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve lived with only 2 regrets… I’ve hated myself for them… I was careless twice in my life and someone else paid dearly for my poor judgment… I don’t care if my choices end up hurting me cos I know I can handle pretty much anything life dishes out… well I think my history speaks for itself but wen someone else is hurt and has to deal with pain that I could have prevented, it hurts me a million times more than it would, if it were to happen to &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;… sorry mom… u’re a big girl so I know u handled that situation… but I’m so so so sorry Dana. It still breaks my heart to think about it and u were and still are such a brave and beautiful girl. I’m sorry I didn’t take revenge… but karma will sort that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;having said all that... i have a new job, career making stuff this... which i love but i'm dreading going back to tomoro... i've been on leave for so long... grrr... i still have great friends who love me and a loving family and i'm on the hunt for a car... so things are really looking good for &lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113737451910560353?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113737451910560353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113737451910560353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113737451910560353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113737451910560353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2006/01/future-looks-brite-in-2006.html' title='the future looks brite in 2006'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113261123033653156</id><published>2005-11-22T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:45:35.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxtrot Unicorn Charlie Kilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;like OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i check&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;out my blog and its been almost a month since my last 'confession'... like WTF??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and today i was just soooo hectic that i completely left a couch surfer stranded... i feel like the lowest scum of the earth rite now... hope the dude is still in jhb... gotta make it up to him!!! shame man... hey dude welcome to SA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113261123033653156?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113261123033653156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113261123033653156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113261123033653156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113261123033653156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/11/foxtrot-unicorn-charlie-kilo.html' title='Foxtrot Unicorn Charlie Kilo'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113037244814380680</id><published>2005-10-27T02:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:20:48.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>u can call me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/michelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i met with a old friend from high school... she left port elizabeth 12yrs ago... lived in jhb for 2yrs and moved to london... became a model who's face i saw on fashion tv... she even graced the covers of vogue and mags like that... she changed her name... and trust me the new name is much cooler.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;from this day foreward i will be known as :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jesse Dalton... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the 1st name is the name of a childhood pet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and the last name , the name of the street i lived on when i was growing up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i think its sounds pretty cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(heard that's how u come up with a stage name in a movie actually - i think it was 'full frontal')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113037244814380680?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113037244814380680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113037244814380680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113037244814380680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113037244814380680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/u-can-call-me.html' title='u can call me....'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-113014496282092075</id><published>2005-10-24T11:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:46:26.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The eternal quest is about finding urself and getting to know who u are. When u’re a kid u don’t know who u are, u actually don’t care… actually u didn’t know u needed to know. U wake up and life’s a big adventure, ure bright eyed, innocent, pure, not a care in the world, always learning, na?ve and invincible, not jaded, not afraid to run, jump, fall, get hurt or speak ur mind, ur only plans are what toy to play with today… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(I guess times have changed and its all about ps2 and x-box now) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;but its cool being a kid… generally speaking that is… I have my own box of skeletons but all in all it was cool growing up…&lt;br /&gt;its all about perspective… and as u grow ur perspective changes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Teen yrs… ah awkward puberty… luckily for me I didn’t have to battle with acne or spots… my only problem was growing boobs, I couldn’t handle the attention they got… loved and hated the attention… its worse for boys tho… I remember laughing my ass off at their voices breaking… anyway… as a teen I thort I knew who I was… thort I had it all figured out… teens generally care too much about wot others think… once again I was lucky, in that I didn’t care wot others thort of me… I still don’t… anything but ordinary, little miss non-conformist I like to call myself, dare to be different…To be like everyone else would be so boring… Eccentric… Freaky… Unconventional… Strange… Weird… Wacky… Doesn’t matter… I’m honest…I stand out…I have fun… I’m fun to be around… no matter wot I’m going through I’m always smiling. I’m different. I am me and I’m not easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perspective changes from teens to early 20’s… once again u think u’ve found urself and u have it all figured out… moved 1200km away from home, had a long time bf, bort a house, planned to get married and have kiddies… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;now at 27 (almost 28) perspective has changed once again… no longer with the 1st boyfriend, not even with the 2nd one anymore either… now working on a career as opposed to the silly little job I had… even my plans for the future have change… and my focus&gt;&gt;&gt; is me… me njoying life, njoying my family and njoying my friends… I look back and read my old diaries and I laugh at the way I used to think… and I thort I knew who I was and that, that was who I was gonna be forever… its amazing how much I’ve grown… and probably continue to grow… of course we cant change that much… the foundations of our personalities will always be there… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I love who I am now… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and I welcome the next phase of this metamorphosis… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bring on the early 30’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-113014496282092075?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/113014496282092075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=113014496282092075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113014496282092075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/113014496282092075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-me.html' title='this is me'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112958452866874933</id><published>2005-10-17T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:50:59.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>time on my hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;... and thorts in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i just read thru every post i've eva written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and its weird how much time u have on ur hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;is relative to how much u have to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;my 1st post compared to my previous post... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;well its not so much about how much i have to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;({[quantity vs quality]}) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i just find my earlier posts are more entertaining... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;if i just stumbled accross this blog and read just october's posts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i wouldnt bother with the rest... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;...mental note to self... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;think before u write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112958452866874933?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112958452866874933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112958452866874933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112958452866874933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112958452866874933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-on-my-hands.html' title='time on my hands...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112957463298712260</id><published>2005-10-17T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:48:29.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet smell of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/pc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/pc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;technology... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;it bites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;as much as it makes life easier it also makes it harder wen it fails. we depend so much on computers and similar machinery but if we'r without that convenience (even for a few hrs) u can lose a days worth of productivity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;today for example - i'm supposed to receive faxes from agents all over the country... but not just regular faxes, web faxes (they end up going straight to my personal email inbox)... the information i get from these, i then put into a spread sheet, then make the neccesary graphs and shit, and finally draw up a presentation for our clients... my biggest campaign (all R2mils of it) didnt run this weekend, thank gawd!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;but the little baby campaign did... so i &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;didnt have that much to do today, but our server was down,(no external mail or freaken faxes coming in) then at 2:30pm it was sorted out... but by this time there was one hell of a backlog that by 5pm (once my boss had told me not to worry about it and to do it 1st thing tomoro morning) i still hadnt received a thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(sorry for being a pain mr IT guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i of course didnt know that the faxes werent coming in becos of this and proceeded to hound my local promoters and of course the agents dealing with the rest of the country, thinking they'd all just sent it to the wrong number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i called EVERYBODY, TWICE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(fyi i'm new and they may not have all my contact details) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;so... i look forward to tomoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*takes a sip from the glass of red wine* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;wot???!!!! i know its a school nite... oh sshh... its been a long day!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112957463298712260?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112957463298712260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112957463298712260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112957463298712260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112957463298712260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/sweet-smell-of.html' title='the sweet smell of...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112915857139283362</id><published>2005-10-13T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:41:44.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;u know wot sux... i dont have time for my blog anymore... i sit at work all day with an open internet line... but i'm just so swampt with work i barely manage to check emails... let alone think up stuff to write, then i get home and work on my laptop for hrs... and go to sleep at 1... like i'm about to do now... sigh... i miss it... i love writing... i love too many things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112915857139283362?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112915857139283362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112915857139283362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112915857139283362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112915857139283362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/sigh.html' title='...sigh...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112915634461082469</id><published>2005-10-13T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:45:26.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;wot is it about having a job that makes u feel valued... worth something!!! like u actually make a difference in the world... granted i make a difference in ppl's lives without having a job... but now i feel important, needed,as opposed to insignificant... even if i won the lotto jackpot i'd still work. if i didnt i'd drive myself insane... of course i could shop, travel, take up hobbies, learn languages, instruments, dance and all kinds of things... but once u've done it all.... then wot??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112915634461082469?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112915634461082469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112915634461082469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112915634461082469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112915634461082469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112863520441125388</id><published>2005-10-06T23:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:42:24.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VACANCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;new position, available immediately. applicant must have no will to live and be willing to die for nothing. all applicants will be considered. no closing date for applications. applications to be sent to the bali suicide bomber association. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/bomb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;this is heart breaking... but y must innocent people... children... be caught in the cross fire of a mess such as this?? there r really sick ppl out there... with no regard for human life. i dont care wot u wana do to urself but dont hurt others!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112863520441125388?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112863520441125388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112863520441125388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112863520441125388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112863520441125388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/vacancy.html' title='VACANCY'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112863362569454784</id><published>2005-10-06T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:20:25.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>wot a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/wilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/wilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;so i got a job working as a campaign manager for a marketing company... they needed me to start yesterday... my 1st day on the job was quite hectic.. yes i know wot u're thinking~ i've been out of work so long i dont remember how hectic real work actually is but i must tell u that the staff turnover at this place is so high... cos the pressure is so high... and many ppl dont stick around very long...one chic resigned today... hence the hectic workload on day one... today being day 2... even worse... but i must say i enjoy it! also i'd rather be stressed about work than stress about having no work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;the whole package is really cool... more about that another day,now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;its time for bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;not used to waking up so early or doing so much work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i'm knackered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112863362569454784?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112863362569454784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112863362569454784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112863362569454784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112863362569454784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/wot-day.html' title='wot a day...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112841619704904215</id><published>2005-10-04T09:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:58:53.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy on a man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/DSC00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/smile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;mmm... mmm... mmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mmm... i love pink on a man rite now...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/und.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love undies on a man... but not wen its baggy and ends up looking like poopy pants... its not even about having an underwear model's physic... rather get them in a smaller size... i wanna see ur sexy ass :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/corner%20crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tears are so sexy on a man... its so touching wen a man cries infront of u... it just about breaks my heart... i just wish they'd do it more often... or rather that more of them would do it... it's like they've been programmed into thinking they'r not allowed... there's nothing wrong with it at all... its such a turn on for me... plus... why bottle everything up???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/bab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;need i say more.....??? man holding baby... mmm... so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/tools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love a man who can fix stuff... i dont see the point in calling someone in to do something u could do urself... most guys today just dont have a clue... and please... no plumber bum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/doc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/suit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;men in uniform r so sexy... ooh..ooh... pick me, pick me... i'm a pyromaniac... grrrowl....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/chef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i cook very well... and i love food... but a man who can cook is soooo sexy... of course if he can pull off the naked chef look thats even better... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;lastly .... there's only one more thing that i can think of that would look uber sexy on a man rite now... (except for me of course)that would have to be my fury white handcuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/cuffs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh boys... queue here... he he he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112841619704904215?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112841619704904215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112841619704904215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112841619704904215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112841619704904215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/sexy-on-man.html' title='sexy on a man'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112840633673392133</id><published>2005-10-04T08:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:12:16.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>thort for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT FROWN!!&lt;/strong&gt; u never know who could be falling inlove with your smile ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112840633673392133?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112840633673392133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112840633673392133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112840633673392133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112840633673392133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/10/thort-for-day.html' title='thort for the day'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112798600040056991</id><published>2005-09-29T11:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:26:40.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i open my eyes every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; that means i still have something to achieve in this life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112798600040056991?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112798600040056991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112798600040056991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112798600040056991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112798600040056991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-live.html' title='i live...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112798354294241147</id><published>2005-09-29T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:49:03.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Proudly South African</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/prime%20circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/prime%20circle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;in my opinion Prime Circle is the best rock band to come out of SA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i love their music and they've just launched a new album... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;cant wait for it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i just love ross the lead singer (2nd from the left) OMG!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;his voice sends shivers down my spine and he's sooo hot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;he's got this baby face thing going with a deep husky voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(like that guy from the calling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.primecircle.co.za"&gt;www.primecircle.co.za&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112798354294241147?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112798354294241147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112798354294241147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112798354294241147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112798354294241147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/proudly-south-african.html' title='Proudly South African'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112789287295835000</id><published>2005-09-28T09:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:34:32.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ah....chocolate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/pouring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/pouring2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so many things in this life are overrated....&lt;br /&gt;hey even life is overrated...&lt;br /&gt;but in my opinion there are 5 things that arent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;great sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;true friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112789287295835000?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112789287295835000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112789287295835000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112789287295835000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112789287295835000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahchocolate.html' title='ah....chocolate...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112789168574065469</id><published>2005-09-28T09:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:40:11.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONfindence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was always successful in every interview I went to… even turned down a couple job offers in my life…. But now I don’t have any faith in myself anymore… no confidence… unemployed for 5mnths now and so much rejection I’m starting to believe I’m not good for anything… I even applied for a clerical position where I know I’d be bored every single day, the salary was much lower than I’m used to but I need the job and even they don’t want me… the desperation must come across in the interview…. I’m supposed to &lt;strong&gt;CON&lt;/strong&gt; ppl into thinking I’m the right person for the job… how am I supposed to sell myself in interviews wen I don’t believe I’m good enuf myself? This lack of confidence flows over to other areas of my life too… my friends… bless their souls… I love them all to bits… I’m invited out, I even get onto guest lists which is awesome… sometimes ppl say they’r broke but they classify having less than R3k in their accounts as being broke… wen I say I’m broke I mean I cant even buy myself &lt;strong&gt;1drink&lt;/strong&gt; wen I go out… and I cannot stand having someone pay my way… I know they mean well and I really appreciate it but it makes me feel uncomfortable… I'm afraid to order water cos they mite just ask me "still or sparkling?"… then there’s men… maybe if I wasn’t so lonely and someone liked me I’d like myself again… but even the guy that I was sorta maybe kinda interested in who actually wanted to date me has lost interest… the last time I saw him he was so keen to see me again but even he’s ignoring me… I guess I should be happy i still have my health… so... here I am feeling all poofy… feeling ugly, feeling stupid and feeling low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112789168574065469?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112789168574065469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112789168574065469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112789168574065469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112789168574065469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/confindence.html' title='CONfindence'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112729991287173068</id><published>2005-09-21T12:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:40:56.413+02:00</updated><title type='text'>huh???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just dont get it. blonde girl walks in, nothing spectacular about her at all... i can say this cos i can certainly admire a beautiful woman... face, body-boobs and bum, height.... nothing special.... but guys drool!!!! i'm not saying that there arent gorgeous blondes out there... there are... but if u're blonde (and possibly fugly) guys think u're hot. its like a birth right or something... i still dont get it... i've seen girls go from plain looking blonde bimbo to sexy sultry brunette vixen... but guys just dont c it!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please explain it to me!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112729991287173068?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112729991287173068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112729991287173068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112729991287173068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112729991287173068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/huh.html' title='huh???'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112729793770179875</id><published>2005-09-21T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T22:51:08.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oh look....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/exhst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/exhst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;the insomnia is back... its lovely cos it puts me in such a fantastic mood my day is practically ruined. the funny thing is that i probably wont sleep tonite cos i'm in such a bad mood... AARGH!!!! i need sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112729793770179875?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112729793770179875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112729793770179875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112729793770179875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112729793770179875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-look.html' title='oh look....'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112720805570256163</id><published>2005-09-20T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:12:15.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dead like me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life is short and death is long… so they say… imagine a life without purpose, a life without love, a lonely life, a life without a job no matter how much u try, a life without work means no money and u can do nothing but wait on ur own all day and all nite, a life without happiness and a life without goals-well u may have goals, but if u cant achieve them due to limited resources then u mite as well not have goals at all… so wots the difference, this life feels a lot like death to me…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112720805570256163?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112720805570256163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112720805570256163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112720805570256163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112720805570256163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/dead-like-me.html' title='dead like me...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112720584451579448</id><published>2005-09-20T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:15:42.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stress related</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lets c, there’s weight loss (or in my case weight gain, regardless of 5wks of training and eating rite) there’s the constant bad mood/suicidal/depression/frustration probably also has to do with the whole quitting smoking thing, then there's also the upset tummy which is aggravated by the consumption of junk food, the interviews have been fun but the lack of job offers leaves me feeling worthless and inadequate…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/cross%20lady1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/cross%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;this is embarrassing but there’s the sweaty feet problem (don’t ask) and there’s the insomnia… and all of this leaves me even more depressed than i was… no job, no money, fat body, lonely, want a man, tired, sweaty feet and all I want is a ciggie. I mean rather that than have a drink rite??? well rite now I got the insomnia in check…. Its been a week of sleep… deep DEEP sleep… I have a collection of crystals and I used to sleep with them under my pillow and take them where ever I went but somehow with all the travelling I’d been doing, lost them, more like forgot about them…so I find them, meditate a little put them under my pillow and proceed to have the best sleep I’ve probably had in months… waking up was a mission…. Even without meditating I sleep so deeply I struggle to wake up. So if I meditate &lt;em&gt;just rite&lt;/em&gt; maybe I wont wake up… maybe I’ll die in my sleep… u know u can do that- the mind is a powerful thing, I knew a woman who died that way… she’d lost her will to live and we saw her a week before and she seemed different and in retrospect she probably knew that was the last time we’d see her…alive that is… I’m just so tired of ‘hanging in there’ i wana get away.. maybe I’m not ready to die but I’m so tired of this struggle its been 5months and I know ‘everything happens for a reason be patient’ blab bla bla ‘the rite job/man will come ur way’ bla bla… i wanna pack wot I need and disappear, travel into deepest darkest Africa…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/africa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;on expidition in malawi and mozamique I met so many ppl from all over the world just doing that… no care in the world other than income for which they relied on odd jobs and shelter which they got from the many generous ppl they met along the way and they’d travel from village to city, from country to country… mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112720584451579448?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112720584451579448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112720584451579448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112720584451579448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112720584451579448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/stress-related.html' title='stress related'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112687682322484608</id><published>2005-09-16T15:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:48:07.716+02:00</updated><title type='text'>typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;earlier this morning i type a really long post and just as i'm about to publish the damn think my pc bombs on me... i entually come back logon... click on 'recover post' and there's nothing there.. aargh!!! this week can only get worse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112687682322484608?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112687682322484608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112687682322484608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112687682322484608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112687682322484608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/typical.html' title='typical'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112676677002515954</id><published>2005-09-15T07:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:46:10.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/old%20lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/old%20lady.jpg" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mmm... thats wot u call someone who tells u wot to do or wot &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to do, they may give u reasons, yet they then go and do the exact opposite of wot they expext of u.its that whole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'do as i say not as i do'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;crowd... the type to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'learn from my mistakes'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;now wot do u call someone who tells u not to do something for wot eva reason but they themselves have never done it and would have no idea wot its like. so cant actually give proper 'guidence' , i'd sooner listen to the hypocrit cos at least they know wot they're talking about wen they tell u not to do something.&lt;br /&gt;back to that other person again... that's the type who would judge ppl and pigeon-hole them, not realsiing that things are not just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;in this modern society there sooo much room for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(it may be a boring colour, but its actually fun living in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;area) i know know... morally or religiously not such a great idea... society has changed, specifically for the worst, but certain things may not be &lt;em&gt;that bad&lt;/em&gt; anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;piercings and tattoos&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the conservative folk have it in their heads that only punks and bikers have those and if u have them too... they expect u to ride around on a chopper in tite leather and ripped denim ready for a brawl, i guess they expect some body odour too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shaving ur pubez&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;only promiscuous girls do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dont maturbate&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;u'll grow hairy palms. well i do, and my palms look fine to me... i'd rather relieve the tension in this way than running around being promiscuous... nothing wrong with solo sex. plus it relieves stress. all i wanna know is, how often, is too often???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;living in sin&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how on earth r u supposed to really get to know someone enuf for u to want to spend the rest of ur life with them, until u live with them and see if u can live with each others habits. no wonder the divorse rate is so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dont wear revealing clothing&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;u'll be raped... granted u mite be, stats say that 1 in 3 women in this country will be raped at least once in her lifetime, but then explain to me why grannies, babies, and toddlers r raped too these days... they dress too provocatively????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no sex b4 marriage&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i know how green i was wen i first started, no i wasnt married, i did wait till i was almost 22, but i wasnt married and i was ready. but i played around experimenting and learning how to do things. having skills in the bedroom may make it harder for hubby to get bored and cheat... neglecting wifey who then may also cheat&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;que that divorse rate again&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i can go on and on about this, but the point is : wot do we call these ppl... wise??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112676677002515954?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112676677002515954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112676677002515954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112676677002515954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112676677002515954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/hypocrits.html' title='Hypocrits'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112670132509965233</id><published>2005-09-14T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:03:34.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/dr%20evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/dr%20evil.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i wouldnt be able to kill another human being, just like that. i couldnt do it for money either, unless i was 200% sure this person was pure unadulterated evil and the whole world would be better off without them in it - like robert mugabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;other than that it would have to be out of self defense or to avenge the murder of a family member or a close friend(they'r like family anyway) i'd have to plead temporary insanity tho, cos there's no way they'd believe me wen they find the mangled body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i dont want to shoot someone or break their neck or use poison,electricution, forced drowning, suffocation or strangulation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;in the case of self defense i'd prefer to stab them to death, i know thats messy but as sick and demented as it may sound, it would be satisfying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;and to avenge a loved one, i'd chose to physically torture them for days or weeks, however long it takes, all depends on how long it takes them to decide to die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;temporary insanity... i swear... its not premeditated at all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112670132509965233?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112670132509965233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112670132509965233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112670132509965233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112670132509965233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/temporary-insanity.html' title='temporary insanity'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112669962464948054</id><published>2005-09-14T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:07:04.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the complete idiots guide to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="116" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/angry.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 1 : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How to resolve an issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;confront me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;u'll have ur say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i'll have mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apologies will be made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; u must listen wen i tell u to let it go, cos in time it'll blow over. i'm pretty easy going and in a few days all will be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i know myself all too well and i know exactly how i'm gonna react if u wanna drag it out and turn it into a bigger issue than it was to begin with, specially since we've each stated our case and apologies have been accepted and u've heard the warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and heaven help u (cos only heaven can,actually) i hate fighting but if u want to summon the bitch, the little fight will turn into a full blown war (cos u clearly wont back off) and i will &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; back off until i've buried ur unrecognisable mauled corpse in my back yard, along side that big issue u've created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its simple : heed the warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112669962464948054?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112669962464948054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112669962464948054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112669962464948054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112669962464948054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/complete-idiots-guide-to-me.html' title='the complete idiots guide to me'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112669816479898876</id><published>2005-09-14T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:42:44.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We are nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/baby%20in%20hand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="105" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/baby%20in%20hand1.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we r nothing by timo maas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a believer,&lt;br /&gt;well thats not strictly true&lt;br /&gt;i'm more of a make-believer&lt;br /&gt;but it sort of adds up to the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;here in the lap of the Gods neither party holds a universal truth of my hopes that r like litter on the open road for everybody to drive thru. teetering on the swarf,&lt;br /&gt;my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of living,&lt;br /&gt;brought on from no real reason other than just the wonder of life&lt;br /&gt;and now, being wot i want to be catches up so fast with me,&lt;br /&gt;i have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is a problem.&lt;br /&gt;my mouth dry for the heat of endless possible futures&lt;br /&gt;and the sweet promise of tomoro quenching my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;all we need to do now is cheat death for as long as we can,&lt;br /&gt;so that wen the day finally comes&lt;br /&gt;we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets&lt;br /&gt;and write down all that we have achieved,&lt;br /&gt;all that we have seen,&lt;br /&gt;to make sure we have left nothing behind&lt;br /&gt;we r nothing&lt;br /&gt;we r nothing&lt;br /&gt;we r nothing other than that, that we give away for free&lt;br /&gt;we r nothng but the sum total of our parts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112669816479898876?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112669816479898876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112669816479898876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112669816479898876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112669816479898876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-are-nothing.html' title='We are nothing'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112649133585021772</id><published>2005-09-12T03:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T04:15:35.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mr sandman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/nite.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;the lack of sleep is really starting to get to me... &lt;strong&gt;INSOMNIA&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;i'm edgy and irritable and its not helping the mild depression either... soon i'm sure i wont be able to function as a normal person. i keep thinking all i need is just 1 good nite's sleep... i guess thats not true.. cos in the last 10 weeks i've probably only had 14 good nites and thats just not good enuf... &lt;strong&gt;i &lt;/strong&gt;really just &lt;strong&gt;want to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;wen it started my problem was falling asleep, it was either lying there thinking about stupid meaningless crap... and probably fall asleep 2hrs later, but it turned into thinking about serious things and wen its serious, &lt;strong&gt;u will not sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sometimes its not the thinking, i find i'm just not comfortable, so i try 2 pillows, then 1 again, then no pillows, then sleep on back, then on either side or stomach... its ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i try staying up late watching tv till i'm near exhaustion... everyone knows how easy it is to fall asleep watching a little tele... still not a good 8hrs sleep tho... also tried the warm milk or the hot bath or excersize...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so i try herbal sleeping pills and i fall asleep... but that in itself is stil a bit of a process but it stil helps... it also helps if u have a hairy drink to wash it down with... until 1 nite, i'd taken 2pills around 11, it was 2am when i took another 3... slept well but thats not how it should work... i dont want to have to take pills every night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;new problem... i fall asleep on my own, and wake up at 3am for instance and i lay there... wide awake for hrs... hoping i'm just gonna doze off at any minute, too lazy to get out of bed to take pills, also afraid i take them and i dont wake up on time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;so here i am... writing posts til 4 in the morning...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112649133585021772?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112649133585021772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112649133585021772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112649133585021772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112649133585021772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/mr-sandman.html' title='mr sandman...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112648859277506487</id><published>2005-09-12T02:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:29:52.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>us girls r worse than u think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i think there's a misconception that we're nice. i must admit i can only speak for me and the girls who i know well, when i say we'r not. well we r nice but we're still only human. we burp, we fart, we go poopee, we grow the hair on our legs in winter(its cold damit),we perve on guys and yes, we can and will be crude about it. i think in my little circle i maybe the most crude. sometimes, even i'm shocked at the words that come out of my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll only fill u in on funny things that we come up with on the perving missions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/bar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/bar2.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hit and Run mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kinda like the accident really, cos thats just wot its gonna be: an accident. find him, snog him and run away. u dont want to stick around too long cos u dont want to exchange numbers. u can let him buy u a drink if u want but i dont recommend it. also he may become all territorial on u and become too touchy feely and ppl will think u're together. we usually use this tactic wen the self esteem is low, its just so u know u've still got ur mojo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh look girls, a Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a group of hot men out together and hopefully single... this is perfect wen u're out in a group with all the girls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sausage fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well this is wot happens wen we go out and the place is swarming with hot men, and they completely out number the women, kinda like serious all u can eat Buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tag and Release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this is in the unfortunate case where we happen to go out and it feels like its a student nite or something and all the 'men' r actually boys... its ok to fool around a little...(a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hit and run mission&lt;/span&gt;) but thats as far as it should go. so if u catch 1 in ur snare, have fun, tag it and release it and one day wen it's big (and manly), track it down. from my experience, dont be fooled tho... i dunno wot they'r feeding the kids today but some of these boys look like they'r men in their mid20's so be careful, these little guys love older women and as flattering as it may be, their little obsession with u can become rather annoying!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112648859277506487?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112648859277506487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112648859277506487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112648859277506487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112648859277506487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/us-girls-r-worse-than-u-think.html' title='us girls r worse than u think...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112645839338447657</id><published>2005-09-11T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:16:20.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>suicidal bunnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/xmas%20bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/xmas%20bunny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i walk alot. everyone knows this and they all think i'm loco... i love walking, it helps me think, clear my head or just blow off steam! a few yrs back while going thru the long and ugly break up with my first boyfriend, we argued alot. and one day after hanging up the fone with him, i just needed to vent, but being at work it wasnt easy, i hate crying. couldnt really go for a long walk.. so i just walked into the nearest book shop, walked up and down the isles, look around but not really looking at anything at all either... i grabbed a book of the shelf called The Book Of The Bunny Suicides. started paging thru it and soon felt 1000 times better. its so sad its funny, its a book of illustrations, all in black and white. all about the different ways these bunnies try to kill themselves... u have to laugh, i immediately felt beta. and whenever i'd feel down i'd go and have a look at it and feel better... i know its lame but it works for me. but that was ages ago, i've since stopped working there... and after the break up was final, didnt need to see the book... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years later, when my sister was visiting me in december, she sms's me from somewhere in the mall i worked in, feeling down and sorry for herself... i sms her telling her to meet me at a branch of the same book shop in 5mins. we meet and i walked up and down the isles, not sure if they would still have this silly little book on their shelves so many yrs later, she was confused, not sure wot her crazy sister was up to... and would u believe it, i found it, said 'here page thru this'... her tears soon turned into laughter. i had completely forgotten all about the book until she sms'd me... no-one knew about my little walking missions to check out the dead bunnies... that Christmas wen we exchanged gifts i opened mine only to find that book... that is the best present i have ever received, it really meant alot to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112645839338447657?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112645839338447657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112645839338447657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112645839338447657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112645839338447657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/suicidal-bunnies.html' title='suicidal bunnies'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112645542492868673</id><published>2005-09-11T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:20:59.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/man%20and%20woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/man%20and%20woman.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i believe u can have who ever u want...&lt;br /&gt;it all comes down to how u play the game...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;one nite while out with my friends in december, when my little sister was in town, we were at a pool bar, i stood for about an hr perving on the hottest guy in the place. my sister tells me that he's so hot, i tell her i noticed him when we walked in and was trying not to slip and fall on my drool... she then tells me she will score him... i watched in amazement as my then 17yr old sister, 9yrs my junior, walked over to him in full confidence and started chatting to him... within 20mins he was on her like flies on shit.&lt;br /&gt;as far as i'm concerned nothing is sexier than confindence... that oozing of sex appeal is irresistable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a pretty girl, with a hot body isnt neccesarily sexy... its not wot u wear or how little u wear but rather how u carry urself, having that 'presence'... ppl notice u wen u walk into a room... not just walk&gt;&gt;&gt; u strut!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;in my unbiased opinion my sister is beautiful, she may not have the greatest bod, but she sure as hell oozes sex appeal... so do i... except that i would never have the balls to approach any man and start up a conversation... fear of rejection... without sounding vain, i wasnt always as hot as i am now and know all too well how shitty it feels being constantly dissed by guys... 'take one for the team' kinda nasty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so this means u can have any man u want, its all about havin the rite attitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my big problem is that i completely lose the plot wen it comes to guys i really like. instead of letting out my usual brain farts, i experience a brain freeze. afraid to be as funny, as insightful, as intelligent, as confident or as affectionate as i really am. too scared the real me isnt good enuf...they dont get to know all of ME fully and wen they bugger off, i say its cool cos they didnt really know me anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but then with guys i'm not into, i am myself... i have lots of guy friends, i dont really get on well with girls, specially girly girls... u know the kind-gossips-cries when they break a nail-need a man to do things for her like carry heavy things-change a lite bulb and 2pid things like that... Aargh!! the only girl-friends i have are chics like me. anyway so i end up with a string of fans, who are my friends who i'm not into like that.... they think i'm the coolest chic and wanna date me... and i just couldnt, it would be like incest... ah, the hard life of a sex goddess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112645542492868673?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112645542492868673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112645542492868673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112645542492868673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112645542492868673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/game.html' title='the game'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112618343537984122</id><published>2005-09-08T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:43:56.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I     LIE    . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/crayon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/crayon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i started this blog cos its a place where i can express myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;get all those thorts out there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all those feeling and ideas and stupid little brain farts.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its like 'closure' for my soul, sorta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cos once its out there in letters in front of u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;by u, i of course mean me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u actually feel a bit better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but here's my problem tho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its all fine and well its cool for me to read thru it time and again ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i always say i dont care wot other ppl think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but thats a lie.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wen it comes to my writing i do actually care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want to know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want ur opinions!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want critics!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just so i can say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;stuff u.. mo fo.... i dont care!!! he he he... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112618343537984122?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112618343537984122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112618343537984122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112618343537984122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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130px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/yawn.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;when u are me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;who did i piss off in a previous life???&lt;br /&gt;well i'm sorry... really i am,&lt;br /&gt;can i please start living a good life??&lt;br /&gt;huh? is that too much to ask??&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so tired of all this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112607425200315654?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112607425200315654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112607425200315654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112607425200315654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112607425200315654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-never-rains.html' title='it never rains...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112607316101457688</id><published>2005-09-07T07:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:12:35.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the very worst part of YOU is me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/memory1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/memory1.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LINKIN PARK - "Lying From You"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember what they taught to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is about my x...&lt;br /&gt;spoke to him today...&lt;br /&gt;its such a shame tho...&lt;br /&gt;cos rite now i'd be happier&lt;br /&gt;if i never saw or heard from him again!&lt;br /&gt;a month before we broke up,&lt;br /&gt;or rather he broke up with me,&lt;br /&gt;his darling mom has an hour long discussion with him&lt;br /&gt;about her true feelings regarding our relationship...&lt;br /&gt;and she feels he should date someone more like him:&lt;br /&gt;ambitious, a professional or studying to be one,&lt;br /&gt;coming from the same 'socio economic' background,&lt;br /&gt;and with the same religious beliefs ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long afta that discussion,&lt;br /&gt;he calls me and we have a little hour long discussion of our own :&lt;br /&gt;telling me he loves me, doesnt care wot his mom says,&lt;br /&gt;i make him happy, happier than he's ever been,&lt;br /&gt;he may depend on his parents for everything but&lt;br /&gt;if it means we run away, start a life&lt;br /&gt;and leave all this behind then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;his happiness should be more important to her&lt;br /&gt;than the status of his girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;future wife... bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i wasnt only surprised wen&lt;br /&gt;the break up happened a month lata...&lt;br /&gt;i was angry!&lt;br /&gt;y not just break up with me that day cos mommy dearest said so...&lt;br /&gt;y wait a month?&lt;br /&gt;like i'm not gonna think its cos of wot she said.&lt;br /&gt;i was hurt cos i couldnt change wot she hated most about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after speaking to him today i realised how much he's changed in the many months we'd been apart, how i dont think we can even be friends.&lt;br /&gt;i'd avoid any contact with him cos it will only tarnish the memories i have of him. he's turned into exactly the type of person his darling mom would want him to be with: a self absorbed pretenscious yuppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i remember correctly i think the last time we slept together, after the break up, he made a big hooha about using protection, saying he knows about girls who just wana fall pregnant... like he forgot who he was talking to... he... well the old him knows that money doesnt interest me at all.. my family is extremely close and i would want only that for my kids. i dont want ur money, honey, i wanted ur love... no offense but i dont want to have the kid of someone who doesnt want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's become a stranger, someone i dont even want to be associated with... it leaves me thinking that if we were still together now...&lt;br /&gt;sorry babe, you'd be the very worst part of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112607316101457688?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112607316101457688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112607316101457688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the other nite while having drinks with a couple of ppl we ended up playing a game called 'i have never'... and how it works is: u deny the truth and everyone else who has done the same thing puts up their hand.... for example i say : i have never skinny dipped. (of course i have but the point is to deny the truth) and all those who have done it put up their hands and can have a drink. u basically go round the circle. after a couple of drinks u can just imagine how the game soon turns sexual... u get to learn alot about ppl that way. yay!!! i'm not the only norty person i know. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/bed.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/mating1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;after this we played a game of 'truth or truth' which is not as much fun, specially cos u have to direct a specific question to a specific person, also after playing the other game there's not much u dont already know... anyway... one of the girls playing was asked how many sexual partners she's had, she pipes up saying that she actually counted it the other day and its 67.5. she said that for 2yrs she thort she was lesbian and she counts girls as a half... i asked her how old she was and she's 23... one of the guys playing was asked the same question and he said its around 220- ish... maybe more... and he's 28. it made me feel sick to my stomach... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do u even know all their names??? ew!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 27 and i was disgusted in myslf wen i got to number 11... sent myself on such a guilt trip for days and weeks!!!! i just wanted to keep it at 10 for as long as possible... cos its sorta like 2 for every yr i'v been sexually active... it doenst sound quite as bad as that guy, who realistically speaking could have been sexually active for 12yrs... thats 18 girls per yr for 12yrs ... his annual figure is 5.5ppl more than the amount of ppl i've ever been with... yes that means i've been with a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not sure if i should change the way i think cos apparently other ppl dont think the way i do and are pretty open about it... so &lt;em&gt;it must be normal&lt;/em&gt;.... or &lt;strong&gt;should i continue holding back&lt;/strong&gt;... ???? (cos just maybe i was just with a weird crowd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112600461230295676?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112600461230295676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112600461230295676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112600461230295676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112600461230295676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-notch-in-my-bed-post.html' title='just a notch in my bed post...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112590999341364822</id><published>2005-09-05T10:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:59:04.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>u kno u hav a problem wen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u dont respect your friends....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112590999341364822?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112590999341364822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112590999341364822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112590999341364822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112590999341364822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/u-kno-u-hav-problem-wen.html' title='u kno u hav a problem wen....'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112566109266864726</id><published>2005-09-02T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:18:39.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>anger, hurt and many tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/grave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;suicide&gt;&gt; i'm sure everyone has thort about it, maybe some have even tried... the success rate is supposed to be higher in men than it is in women. i was pretty much always thinking about it or trying to do it when i was growing up. hense the stats, women always 'chicken' out. from sexual abuse as a kid, to abusive parents (physical, emotional)...&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on... wot eva said 'harmful if swallowed' i swallowed... if i heard 'thats poisonous' i ate it... but as soon as i started feeling sick... i'd just eat dry bread or drink shit loads of milk... cleaned out the medicine cabinate once swallowed anything that may lead to drowziness... slept but i woke up... even tried the wrist slashing thing.. i was too afraid of the pain... so my little half arsed attempts at slitting my wrists gave birth to wots called self mutilation or self abuse, hense all the scars no-one asks me about.&lt;br /&gt;when i was about 15yrs old i swore never to try to kill myself again... that feels like a life time ago... i've been through so much shit since then. around midnite sometime in january 1994 i heard my dogs making a commotion outside in the back yard. thats where i found someone close to me lying in a pool of her own vomit. she looked like she was suffering, reaching out, desperate for help... with the strong stench of some or other industrial detergent in the air. i was the only one who was still awake... i'm scared to think of wot mite have happened if i wasnt. we rushed her to hospital she had her stomach pumped and she was going to be ok. i didnt go with them to the hospital, being the eldest child i stayed to watch the little ones. as i sat there the anger boiled inside me, i was so annoyed that she would even do such a thing knowing that we needed her... i couldnt believe how selfish she was and i hated her for that. and thats wen i decided that i love everyone too much to ever let them feel the way i did that nite. no-ne talks about that nite, its like it never happened, i'm not even sure if the little ones knew wot actually happened. my relationship with my mom wasnt great for a few yrs after that, i resented her... everytime she would give me shit i was sorry i saved her. but our relationship is so cool now, as i say, that was a life time ago, so much has happened since and she's been there for me... &lt;strong&gt;wen i've really needed her the most. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112566109266864726?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112566109266864726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112566109266864726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112566109266864726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112566109266864726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/anger-hurt-and-many-tears.html' title='anger, hurt and many tears'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112557082681458674</id><published>2005-09-01T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:37:34.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ah.... spring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/painthrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/painthrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its the 1st of september... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the 1st day of spring... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the birds r singing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u hear children laughing and playing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;there's a hint of jasmin in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the sun is shining, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everyone is bouncing around with THAT spring in their step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(excuse me while i vomit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've been thinking i've been single long enuf now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;been lonely long enuf now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;been missing all the little things long enuf now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i'm sure this is way out of the 'rebound' relationship phase... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rite??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112557082681458674?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112557082681458674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112557082681458674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112557082681458674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112557082681458674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-spring.html' title='ah.... spring....'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112556711961525960</id><published>2005-09-01T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:48:56.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like i'm stuck in reverse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/brokenhrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/brokenhrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fix you by Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;when you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;going to colour code my take on the lines of this song... one of my fave songs at the moment and it brings me to tears everytime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;trying and not succeeding reminds me of 2004 and 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;thats my problem at the moment... insomnia probably due to overthinking. even after taking herbal sleeping pills i lay awake for hrs... maybe i should take more than just 2pills... ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;stuck in reverse : story of my life... i think linkin park said it best wen they said "never moving foreward so there'll never be a past". i already have a shitty past... and with my luck i shouldnt move foreward... cos from my experience, even wen u think it cant get any worse... it actually can and for me it probably will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lost myself somewhere along the way... been trying to get it back but its so hard trying to change the way u think... to change wot u believe about urself... anyone know a good hypnotist???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its quite sad really... i love someone and its going nowhere, i know it is... i've always known... i just wish i didnt feel anything at all... no love, no pain, no loneliness, no happiness...nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;now i look at 2004 and 2005... cant decide which yr was worse... i was so happy wen 2004 ended, i really thort 2005 was bringing with it only good things...surprise... things &lt;strong&gt;can &lt;/strong&gt;actually get worse... but i have a good bunch of friends and it doesnt matter how hard and hopeless things get, i know they'r there for me if i want them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;u have to make mistakes in order to succeed... so u know wot not to do next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112548587164646596</id><published>2005-08-31T12:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:02:21.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dance music, just the lyrics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/hartspace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/hartspace1.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/hartspace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/hartspace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/hartspace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......&lt;br /&gt;I got so much love.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got so much love to give.......to you...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;its weird... i can still hear the music...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/hug1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/hug1.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;probably cos thats all i feel...so much love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;is a hug tooooo much to ask???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;not just a normal hug, the kind u give ur f and f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;one of those 2second ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I WANT A BIG HUG... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;where u can actually feel someone is holding u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;like they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;really do WANT to.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112548587164646596?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112548587164646596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112548587164646596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112548587164646596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112548587164646596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/dance-music-just-lyrics.html' title='dance music, just the lyrics...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112538314886844693</id><published>2005-08-30T08:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:25:48.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>very norty sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/tox2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/tox2.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i was thinking of all the handles/nick's i've had when online in chat rooms. some were lame, some funny, some clever, some norty and provocative :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Access Denied, Nort-e bi n8cha, Crazy sexy Cool, Horn Bunny, Fellatio, Slim Shady, Toxic, Slippery wen wet, Sweet like Chocol8, Damn UnPretty, Playgirl Bunny, Boogey Monsta, Phantom Menace, Trinity... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i really cant remember all of them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112538314886844693?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112538314886844693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112538314886844693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112538314886844693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112538314886844693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-norty-sometimes.html' title='very norty sometimes...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112534464359102548</id><published>2005-08-29T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:26:00.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cynical...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;these words words in a song by one of my current favourite musicians jack johnson "&lt;strong&gt;I gave your friends all a chance But putting up with them Wasn’t worth never having you&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;this is how i feel about romantic relationships... i've lost hope in such a thing... i feel that dealing with all the pain u feel wen its over is sooo not worth never having loved at all...&lt;br /&gt;been hearing guys talking to me lately&lt;br /&gt;....yadda yadda&lt;br /&gt;wanting to date me&lt;br /&gt;....yakkity yak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how they'll never hurt me&lt;br /&gt;....bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;i do hear u&lt;br /&gt;i see ur lips moving&lt;br /&gt;kinda looks like ur saying something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i'm not listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/CAWCXHN6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/CAWCXHN6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/CAWCXHN6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/CAWCXHN6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112534464359102548?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112534464359102548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112534464359102548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112534464359102548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112534464359102548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/cynical.html' title='cynical...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112534218396854601</id><published>2005-08-29T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:38:50.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pleased to meet u, i'm naive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont know who to trust, no surprise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone feels so far away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy thoughts sift through dust and the lies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying not to break, but I'm so tired of this deceit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I ever think about is this, all the tiring time between&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how trying to put my trust in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just takes so much out of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont waste myself on you&lt;/em&gt; - Linkin Park 'From the inside'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a screening process that all ppl have to go thru in order for me to determine whether they're 'cool' enuf to be friends of mine. i dont mean cool as in popular... i merely mean &lt;strong&gt;cool as a friend&lt;/strong&gt;. someone u can talk to at any time of day about &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;... with a true friend there is no such thing as an awkward silence... its someone u can just be urself with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i've been chatting to someone new for a short while now... and he made it into my &lt;strong&gt;'inner cirle and all and all'&lt;/strong&gt; but was suprise to find that i was deceived rite at the begginning and to avoid being bust i was showered with more lies. i figured being naive was something i'd out grown and i'd become tuffer and less gullable over the years... i really must stop putting so much faith in &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;kind... well i guess i've grown in a sense, i refuse to allow ppl walk all over me as i would b4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112534218396854601?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112534218396854601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112534218396854601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112534218396854601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112534218396854601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/pleased-to-meet-u-im-naive.html' title='pleased to meet u, i&apos;m naive...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112516150802385965</id><published>2005-08-27T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:56:42.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/cigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/cigs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;just had the worst accident ever... i was running really fast down the stairs here at my flat... the heal of my shoe broke, it just shattered into a million tiny pieces and i went falling down 4 flights of stairs, face first into a pack of menthols... damn! that hurt!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112516150802385965?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112516150802385965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112516150802385965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112516150802385965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112516150802385965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouch.html' title='ouch!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112516039545968535</id><published>2005-08-27T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:48:32.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how we measure time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/scaleclock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/scaleclock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/scaleclock.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i know... in milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades... and it goes on and on.... but.... wen is just now or lata? how long is forever? and wot about never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll do it just now..." means wot exactly?? 5mins, 5hrs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/diamonds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever?? &lt;strong&gt;diamonds are forever&lt;/strong&gt;... well that doesnt mean to infinity does it??? looking at relationships where u think ur in heaven and "we'll be together forever..." for me that forever can range between 1yr to 4.5 yrs... forever's pretty short wen u look at it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wot about &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;... that means no rite... like wen we say "please or i'll never speak to u again..." or "i'll never shop &lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt; again..." or "i'll never drink booze again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112516039545968535?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112516039545968535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112516039545968535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112516039545968535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112516039545968535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-we-measure-time.html' title='how we measure time'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112506237994651431</id><published>2005-08-26T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:34:58.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lazy, so wot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so i'm out there cycling in the hot midday sun for an hr, with gale force wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;s breathing down my neck forcing me to use all my strength just to stay on the road so i avoid getting hit by any of the cars rushing around during lunch time traffic... and the last thing i wana do when i get home is to carry my bike up the stairs to the 3rd floor... sigh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/carry%20bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112506237994651431?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112506237994651431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112506237994651431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i miss the stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the little things.... in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;not even the comfort.... or even the security of it...&lt;br /&gt;there i go again.... feeling all depro&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;hugs&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;silly sms's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;hand holding&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;that look&lt;/strong&gt; from across the room, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pet names and playful teasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;ass pinching&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;tickle fites&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;even the &lt;strong&gt;WWF chapionships&lt;/strong&gt; that end in &lt;strong&gt;lurve making&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;butterfly kisses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lying in bed and &lt;strong&gt;chatting till 3am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;knowing their &lt;strong&gt;smell,&lt;/strong&gt; not cologne but &lt;strong&gt;their smell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;waking up next to someone and feeling like thats the moment &lt;strong&gt;u live for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;falling asleep while giving a &lt;strong&gt;back tickle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;or giving him a &lt;strong&gt;head rub&lt;/strong&gt; to help him sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;taking a &lt;strong&gt;bubble bath&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;shower together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;making him coffee... just the way he likes it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;leaving little &lt;strong&gt;love notes&lt;/strong&gt; hidding in amoungst his things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;getting a single solitary red rose, just cos he loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mmm... its such a pity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i really miss it ... but at the same time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i really &lt;strong&gt;dont wana get hurt&lt;/strong&gt; like that again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112505274247842104?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112505274247842104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112505274247842104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112505274247842104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112505274247842104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-small-things.html' title='all the small things...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112488909204673442</id><published>2005-08-24T14:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:30:45.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>access denied!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/wind2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/wind2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;does anyone even remember life before windows???? its hard to think we actually lived like that....&lt;br /&gt;so like wots dos????&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i remembered how we used to chat at varsity(b4 windows), all internal of course, my handle was ACCESS DENIED and my best friend was CRASH OVERRIDE... we thort those names were the shit... actually i still do. and we'd chat to ppl or just cause havoc, and some guy must have seen her handle while walking past and started chatting to her... calling himself ACID BURN. things were heating up. the thing is wen recieving a message, the computer would let out a loud beep so if u were chatting to someone in the same lab as u, u'd hear it beep for them... one day were login and start chatting and there's a beeping coming from one of the pc's in the lab... and there were so few of us it was easy to spot him... acid burn... cos thats wot his skin looked like... ew!!! we had so much fun at varsity.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112488909204673442?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112488909204673442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112488909204673442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112488909204673442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112488909204673442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/access-denied.html' title='access denied!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112478421091524761</id><published>2005-08-23T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:31:45.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>say hello to my stinky little friend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;here are some of my fave quotes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;all the things i like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening. alexander woolcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;nobody can make u feel inferior without your permission. eleanor roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;happy endings are only stories that havnt ended yet. angelina jolie in mr and mrs smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;in order to succeed u must fail, so that u know wot not to do next time. anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;no one can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend till he is unhappy. thomas fuller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eviltree.de/zoomquilt/zoom.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.eviltree.de/zoomquilt/zoom.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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friend....'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112478050159177415</id><published>2005-08-23T08:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:03:45.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem with number 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;have u ever had dribbly bum?? the runs?? And wot do they give u??? something to stop it rite… the problem with that, is… u find it constipates u… then u gotta take some kind of lax only to get the runs again…. eish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112478050159177415?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112478050159177415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112478050159177415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112478050159177415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112478050159177415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/problem-with-number-2.html' title='the problem with number 2...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112477993310357158</id><published>2005-08-23T08:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:52:13.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm normal rite??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;for someone who doesnt know me, going thru my fone will be quite a laugh, actually, even to someone who knows me it'll be a laugh. i have the funniest names for ppl and stuff on my fone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;my memory card : i've called it alzheimers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;my sms tone : 'ring ring ring...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;folder for video clips : mini mooveez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;folder for tones is split into 2 : kitch &amp; cool (note to self : delete kitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the weird names i've given ppl are in alphabetical order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;alan blue eyes : cos i know 2 and 1 has blue eyes, duh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;bee anchor = bianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;brotha bear : my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;bugga off : u cross me, i change ur name... kapeesh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;danish poo pants : my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;doc crazy lady deborah : my theory on therapists is a whole new post althogher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;dude : my dad... yes, i call him dude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hell No : its like a note-to-self wen smsing and scrollong down contact list, 'hell no' doesnt get 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;marie bizkit : a nickname that just wont go away, sorry marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;moo : my mom... yes, i call her moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;no way in hell bruce ew ew : some freak i met on a sms chat thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;psycho-boy-stoner-chic-beata : self explanatory i think.  i know u must be thinking that i should delete the weirdo's but how will i know which calls to ignore??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;silly unhapi 'hapi boy' : love is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;thee darth fader : this guy always makes plans with me only to fade on me... ignore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;ZAdrian : adrian actually, last yr wen my x broke up with me i went on a sorrows drowning mission and wen trying to call him @1:30am i actidentally dialled the 1st number on my fone, got voicemail, needless to say his wife was not happy about the 'but i still love u ' message... moved his number to last on my fone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112477993310357158?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112477993310357158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112477993310357158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112477993310357158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112477993310357158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-normal-rite.html' title='i&apos;m normal rite??'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112471431370549425</id><published>2005-08-22T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:32:42.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK STUFF!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/mad%20devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/mad%20devil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm so mad rite now... FRUSTRATED!!!! and i dont wanna blame mars... well not entirely, but i just wana break stuff!!! its probably a combination of sexual frustration, not smoking anymore frustration, battling to find a job frustration and and and.... i just want a drag, just one... but gona drag my butt out on my bike.... Aargh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112471431370549425?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112471431370549425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112471431370549425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112471431370549425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112471431370549425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/break-stuff.html' title='BREAK STUFF!!!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112466233411126946</id><published>2005-08-22T00:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:59:53.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>u get me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/danish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/danish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ppl believe that ur soulmate is the &lt;strong&gt;1, &lt;/strong&gt;the 1 u have to marry, the ideal person out there for u and there 'can be only one'... so ppl spend their lives searching and hunting... i believe there can be more than &lt;strong&gt;just 1&lt;/strong&gt;... and its not neccesarily a person of the opposite sex that u just have to have...&lt;br /&gt;have u ever been drawn to someone, felt a spiritual connection...?&lt;br /&gt;have u allowed the connection to blossem?? someone who knows exactly wot ur thinking without u really saying a word... (not refering to mind readers of course ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; soulmates, u know who u are, but the one of u, who i'm &lt;strong&gt;closest&lt;/strong&gt; to we'll call Danish-Poo-Pants. if anyone on this planet knows anything and everything about me, its her. and she's my little sister. we have the weirdest relationship... we have our own language(not just pig latin), we'r always coming up with new things, we know how &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; think and know exactly the rite thing to say...how to make the other laugh or calm down... we're so alike in so many ways but at the same time it's hard to miss how unique and individual we really r...&lt;br /&gt;thanx for these words Danish i hope u dont mind(they helped me alot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ah.. sissie, i hate not being around wen u cry. it hurts me so inside that i cant make ur insides not hurt. i love u very muchos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;whoa pookie!!! breathe!!! dont let them stress u out. see now the hard life of a sex-goddess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;but eventho it wont seem this way now, u&lt;strong&gt; can&lt;/strong&gt; breathe! not only that, u can smile and laugh and dance. it may seem like ur walls r falling down but i know u and i know ur will is strong enuf 2 hold it together. ur not alone, ur free. its not the end its an opportunity. i love u pookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ur a shining example of wot it means to survive. so many others give up and lose hope wen things suck, but u never have and i love u 4 that. my sissie is epic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well miss Danish i dunno where i'd be if it werent for u... i'd have to get close to one of my other soulmates... but rite now, i got u babe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112466233411126946?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112466233411126946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112466233411126946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112466233411126946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112466233411126946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/u-get-me.html' title='u get me...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112465934025673868</id><published>2005-08-21T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:34:53.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>aye aye captain!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/thierry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/thierry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm a gunner and proud of it. and for those who dont know, that means i'm a die-hard arsenal fc fan. now with patrick vierra gone the only logical choice for captain is thierry henry (my all time fave footballer) even i would have named him captain... he's got so much vision, drive, passion and pace and creates and follows through with so many opportunities its only fair that he be made captain... the team just isnt the same when henry isnt playing. mmm... after watching the game today, i looked around the field cos u know who was missing: not just vierra but henry... the problem is that he &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; there, he just wasnt playing as thierry henry the top english striker normally would, he played as thierry henry the captain would - where's the vision? where's the pace? where r the opportunities?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;today was a sad day, i'm happy for ur promotion boy, but it sure as hell killed ur game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112465934025673868?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112465934025673868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112465934025673868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112465934025673868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112465934025673868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/aye-aye-captain.html' title='aye aye captain!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112462627446961960</id><published>2005-08-21T14:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:23:18.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>opportunist men are poo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonnie tyler sings : where have all the good men gone?? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not a bonnie tyler fan but like her i'm wondering about the same thing. maybe i'm just hanging out with all the wrong guys at the moment (&lt;em&gt;this is recent&lt;/em&gt;)and it seems they flock together too... they have a large following and i'm thinking: how many groups of men, like this, are there out there, should women be warned?? do women know or even care? do women think that all men are like this?? do women accept this?? should i?? or should i climb back into my cocoon?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm talking about the kind of guys who have&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LITTLE OR NO RESPECT FOR WOMEN and think that we'r all just here for a good time (even if she's so inebriated that she wont remember this, thats even better)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've had LOTS of bad experiences with men in my past, starting at childhood and it has taken me MANY years to learn that i CAN actually trust them but now it seems that some of their species are letting the good men down... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the thing that worries me most, is this: all the guys that i've met already and i believe are good men, IS THAT IT? is that all of them?? how will i ever know?? i'm on the vurge of climbing back into my coccoon and letting only a select few in... by now i'm pretty good at sussing out the dodgy ones but there are those skilled enough who slip under my Dodge-Dude-raDar and surprise me... they come across as 'NICE' i just dont seem to see through the sheep's clothing until later... i think i must cherish all the good men in my life, i've only just realised how RARE they really are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112462627446961960?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112462627446961960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112462627446961960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112462627446961960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112462627446961960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/opportunist-men-are-poo.html' title='opportunist men are poo!!!'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112444473630288738</id><published>2005-08-19T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:40:37.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>make love, not war...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/fox5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i'm waiting for this month to end... apparrently mars is in orbit and close to earth in the month of august... its supposed to peak on the 25th and in case u're wondering...and maybe once i've said it, it'll all make sense to u: in astrological terms mars represents the GOD OF WAR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now if u think back to the last few weeks... how many arguements u've been in, how many of ur friends have or are on the vurge of breaking up...how's that road rage??? do u notice all the agression around u???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mars, the god of war, is tall and handsome, but vain and cruel. When Mars heard the clashing of arms, he grinned with glee, put on his gleaming helmet, and leapt into his war chariot. Brandishing his sword, he rushed into the thick of battle, not caring who won or lost as long as blood was shed. A vicious crowd followed at his heels, carrying with them Pain, Panic, Famine and Oblivion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look mars isnt all bad...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Mars is the action Planet of the Zodiac. Mars speaks to the power and confident expression of the individual. It's important to note that Mars's energy can be constructive or destructive. The God of War in ancient times, Mars could be brutally violent. While this energy still emanates from the Planet, it also asks us to harness this force for good. Stamina, ambition and achievement are all part of Mars' mantra.&lt;br /&gt;Mars rules our sexuality and sexual energy, and governs weapons, accidents and surgery (the last two illustrating the yin and yang nature of this Planet). In the end, however, the energy of Mars can be quite useful if used properly.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i'm a lover, not a fighter... so, while i take full advantage of the sexual energy that mars brings with it this month, maybe its time we all learnt to like things a little rough.... put that agression to some good use ;) viva le passion!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112444473630288738?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112444473630288738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112444473630288738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112444473630288738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112444473630288738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/make-love-not-war.html' title='make love, not war...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112436457147833123</id><published>2005-08-18T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:59:11.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>warranty conspiracy part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;so now it vibrates... and the battery has lasted me 2 days... this being day number 2... its on 4bars.... Aargh!!!!!!!!! was gonna take it in today but they wont believe me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;its not nicotine part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;so i quit smoking on a wednesday this time...&lt;br /&gt;see wot usually happens, as i mentioned befor, is that wen out drinking(usually on the weekend) we tend to smoke up a storm... so by sunday i wake up with that darth vader deep voice and that's wen i say i'm quitting on monday... and thusfar, the monday thing hasnt worked!! i also just realised that i dont like my ass and NEED to train again and cant do so while smoking... little miss emphysema weazing all over the place... so either i like smoking and i learn to love my bum the way it is now.... or kick the habbit in the butt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112436457147833123?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112436457147833123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112436457147833123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112436457147833123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112436457147833123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/warranty-conspiracy-part-ii.html' title='warranty conspiracy part II'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112424202734514275</id><published>2005-08-17T02:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:36:08.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the things we do for fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/condom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/condom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i met with a friend yesterday and while talking to her about something that slips my mind rite now, i get a flashback of something really embarrassing that i did once :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;myself and a friend of mine decided to raid the local clinic of all it's freebee condoms, (see they have a steel box outside so its easy access to the pulic) anyway, i knew the clinic closed at 3pm. so we went there at 4pm. i walk out the car trying to look as inconspicuous as i possible, my friend waiting in the get-away car with the engine running. i knelt down and started filling my handbag, i then noticed some people still inside the clinic... whoops... oh well, i'm already doing this and looking greedy on my knees with my handbag wide open and half full, just carry on... only quicker! on my brisk walk back to the car... a woman taking a smoke break on the roof of the next building shouts to me in her typically 'cape coloured' accent : don't be shy... and she has a good laugh. of course we piss ourselves all the way home. we then split the fruits of our &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;contraceptive acquisition mission&lt;/span&gt;... that nite my boyfriend at the time asked me if i tried to call him... or that i must have dialed his number by mistake... cos all he heard was girls laughing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112424202734514275?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112424202734514275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112424202734514275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112424202734514275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112424202734514275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-we-do-for-fun.html' title='the things we do for fun...'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112423646102457150</id><published>2005-08-17T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:38:07.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>its not nicotine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/ciggi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/ciggi.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i know it's a disgusting habbit... i've been trying to stop but it's just not happening. cutting down doesnt work and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;to stop doesnt work either, u'r supposed to stop just like that! firstly its a catch 22 situation : u stop smoking and for 2wks u have 'bronchitis' cos ur lungs r trying to get rid of all the tar and shyte that u'v sucked into them, then again i dont cough wen i'm smoking... so y stop? i was always a social smoker... after a couple drinks i'd always feel like a ciggie... no problem, bum a ciggie, lite it, smoke it but now that i'm a smoker its worse, we'r talking almost chain smoking. which brings me to my second point : i'd have to quit drinking if i really wana quit smoking. i can handle not smoking during the day(when there are no cancer sticks in my vacinity), but wen i go out for drinks, i cant just bum a smoke, i buy a pack and of course i dont finish the pack that night, so its there the next day...calling me... mite as well smoke till i'v masacred the pack. now they have these stupid snus tins like they'v had nicorette gum and patches that are a substitute for smoking. u still get ur nicotine 'fix' without the damaging inhalation of smoke... havnt tried the gum or patches.. but the snus kak is just that... kak... its like a micro tea bag filled with plain ol tobacco,no tar and u place it under ur tongue or by ur gums... the taste is vile. it worked tho... i didnt feel like smoking, it made me feel so sick i didnt feel like eating or drinking either (a nice 1 for those who wana diet) the thing is, maybe its the whole act of lighting up a ciggie, i duno, but u just cant beat the cool smokey taste of a menthol... disgusting, i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112423646102457150?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112423646102457150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112423646102457150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112423646102457150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112423646102457150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-not-nicotine.html' title='its not nicotine'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112423376820502234</id><published>2005-08-17T01:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:39:41.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>warranty conspiracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/nokia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/nokia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so, i've had this nokia 6230 almost a yr... in fact i've had it 11months and 17 days and it's suddenly starting to give me shit. its as if they deliberately have a 1yr warranty on the fone cos they know it'll start self destructing after a yr or maybe they'v just built the fone with a special little selfdestruct mechanism set to happen at exactly 1yr so u have to fork out tom to have it fixed. well sorry for u... i still have 13days. HA HA HA ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my fone stopped vibrating a few months ago... just left it, i dont really need it to vibrate... thats wot vibrators are for he he he... yesterday morning i enabled a screen-saver on my fully charged fone and by late afternoon my battery was sitting on 1bar... ok fine... maybe its the screen-saver. no problem, i'll simply dis-enable it.. its cool but i dont need it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i go to bed last nite, with, once again, a fully charged fone... got a couple sms's, so i respond, my funky little fone tells me 'message sending failed', damn no signal in my room again!!!! so i get up out of my warm bed... stand holding it near my window...i'll just resend... then it says 'still sending previous message'... OMFG! IT'S ALIVE... never seen a response like that from a fone... snazzy...wot other tricks can u do?? so i wait(by the window).. then resend... i get the same shit... i leave it and climb back into bed... as i lay there i hear the faint lil warning tone the fone makes, i look at it and it says 'message sending failed'... so i'm thinking... ok woteva! i hear the tone again.. look, same message... so like duh fone, i stopped sending messages... hello??!!! this happened all nite... well of course i fell asleep , not stupid enough to check it everytime. wake up this morning only to find a corpse of a fone laying next to me... i charge it once again... wen i turned it on i had 6sms's in my inbox.. and these were sent around the time wen i was still fiddling with the settings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;now this evening its as if all the words i'v saved in my predictive text dictionary have gone, also my fone is set to be loud but its so soft...wot IS loud, is that freaken warning tone and, NO! fiddling with the settings doesnt change a thing. i make a call and its on loud speaker, wots next?? oh look... its on 1 bar again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112423376820502234?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112423376820502234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112423376820502234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112423376820502234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112423376820502234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/warranty-conspiracy.html' title='warranty conspiracy'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469577.post-112418476309571426</id><published>2005-08-16T14:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:45:38.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>so it starts here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/1600/kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4821/1433/400/kb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmm.... so... now that i have a freaken blog... its weird, cos i had all these thorts i just wanted to get out there but now have absolutley nothing to say... must be having one of my off days... probably left the brain under my pillow again... its beta this way anyway, dont wana overuse it, u know... it has an expiry date... or rather it will eventually become obsolete... used up... i mean why else do old folk lose their memory... alzeimers??? i think not... more like 'old-timers'... anyway time for me to ssshht... cos if i'm not using my brain to think today then my body's probably using some other organ and i pray its not my liver... if that's my thinking tool for the day... i dont wana know how this day will end, that baby's so saturated by liqua... eish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469577-112418476309571426?l=toxicfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/feeds/112418476309571426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469577&amp;postID=112418476309571426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112418476309571426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469577/posts/default/112418476309571426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toxicfox.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-it-starts-here.html' title='so it starts here'/><author><name>ToXiC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17756223606500505645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpsZgiK1aIs/SuT44mTwgqI/AAAAAAAAACo/W-lnaS8xGaI/S220/n687596637_1444330_5619.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
