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<updated>2009-05-06T07:01:52-04:00</updated>
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<title>Temporary Insanity</title>
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<updated>2009-05-06T07:01:52-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[&nbsp;I really worry about myself sometimes.<br />
<br />
The train was pulling into the station and the tracks just seemed so alluring.<br />
<br />
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?<br />
I can't even believe that I even entertained the thought.<br />
<br />
I know I'm beginning to stress out but man, suicide, fuck, I must be going insane!<br />
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<entry>
<title>My dissertation</title>
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<updated>2009-05-05T13:26:33-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[&nbsp;Right now, my dissertation that I have been working on since September is resembling a castle made of Lego.<br />
<br />
Only some bastard has come along and kicked it. &nbsp;There are pieces all over the place, under the sofa, some have been vacuumed and the cat has eaten a couple of pieces.<br />
<br />
I don't know where to begin to even pick up the pieces!<br />
<br />
Bollocks!]]></summary>
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<entry>
<title>why are men so fickle?</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/vki6091/blog/why-are-men-so-fickle%3F-281994/" ></link>
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<updated>2009-04-30T15:03:24-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[&nbsp;Ok, so my faith in men had been restored when a guy offered me a seat on the tube, chivalry is not dead I harked.<br />
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However, I return home to find my beau had left me with the washing up after I had cooked and then he ditched me for the put, &quot;I'm on my way home&quot; he tells me at 7:30, then he strolls in at 11:30.<br />
<br />
Do men do it on purpose or is there an innate gene somewhere on the XY chromosone or do they do it knowingly?<br />
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Rant over!]]></summary>
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<entry>
<title>compatibility </title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/vki6091/blog/compatibility--275969/" ></link>
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<updated>2009-04-22T09:28:54-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[&nbsp;I've been with my beau for two years, it has only just struck me that we're a bit of an odd couple.&nbsp;<br />
Do relationships based on opposites ever work out?<br />
<br />
I look at us and the things we do and all I see is my my parents relationship, mum had her interests and dad had his, they didn't have a common interest, and that relationship ended badly.<br />
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Would my beau and I follow that same path? &nbsp;Do I even want to stick around and find out?]]></summary>
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<entry>
<title>For the first time ever...</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/vki6091/blog/For-the-first-time-ever...-274360/" ></link>
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<updated>2009-04-20T07:20:35-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[&nbsp;I have succeeded in growing tomato plants from &nbsp;seed. &nbsp;I am the proud mother of 10 germinating tomato plants (was 11 but I adopted one out to my Aunt).<br />
I have never managed it before, but with the help of the greenhouse my beau build last summer and some organic soil enhancer (farmyard manure) I have done it. &nbsp;<br />
<br />
I just now wish I had a bigger garden, so I could have a hugh vegetable plot and a garden to enjoy, somewhere to build a pen for a couple of chucks, no, I don't want a bigger garden, lol, I want a farm!<br />
<br />
Today, is a wonderful day.]]></summary>
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<entry>
<title>Just a thought about patriarchy!</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/vki6091/blog/Just-a-thought-about-patriarchy%21-264072/" ></link>
<id>urn:uuid:b173f572-b640-2b3f-fdee-8e0c38dfcb3f</id>
<updated>2009-04-03T14:03:30-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[&nbsp;After staring at the mountain of washing up that my boyfriend has left for me (most of it his, and he knows the rules that if I cook, then he must do the dishes) after he left to go home to his mothers for the weekend, I begin to wonder if patriarchy is really about male domination, or is it just a posh word to describe women who have to pick up after male laziness?<br />
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I'm thinking it's the latter!]]></summary>
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<entry>
<title>Today I pledge...</title>
<link href="http://www.thoughts.com/vki6091/blog/Today-I-pledge...-259653/" ></link>
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<updated>2009-03-27T13:18:35-04:00</updated>
<summary type="html" ><![CDATA[I suppose it's time I posted a blog.<br />
I finish uni in 8 weeks and I guess I'm stressing bout it. &nbsp;I have 5 essays, a report and a dissertation to finish in what feels like so little time.<br />
<br />
I took my nan to Asda today, and in hay fever season you'd think they would be stocking antihistamines, but no. &nbsp;Had to go out again to Tescos, who, thankfully did. &nbsp;Also managed to pick up my Kalms tablets, will hopefully get an uninterrupted nights sleep.<br />
<br />
<br />
Today I pledge the give up artifical sugar, ie sugar in the form of chocolate, cookies, cake, etc.<br />
<br />
It's only natural from now.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />
I also pledge to try and drink 1.5 litres of water a day (this is a defo try, I do not drink enough water and this combined with my love of sugar is leading to the headaches and possible me passing out this afternoon)<br />
<br />
I need to turn my health around and I need to do it now!!<br />
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God speed.]]></summary>
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