<?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-21821234</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:15:38.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just messed up...</title><subtitle type='html'>I'd say like 2 months was pretty good going. I'm done now. That's all folks.
That's it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114649852067897116</id><published>2006-05-02T04:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:40:01.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luke just got back from THE MOST AMAZING NIGHTS EVER EVER EVEREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is a special edition of the Loco-Blog as this has deserves a mention!&lt;br /&gt;Right then; I was invited to go to a Channel 4 party in London. Didn't really know much about it except that there was a free bar, all single women and get 2 be on TV! SO yeah it was a party for some lame TV Show called 'Seduction School' where some guys that know NOTHING about women go and have lessons from some American guru called Wayne (who by his own admission is not as cool as Will Smith and is therefore NOT the white 'Hitch' as I suggested!!) Anyways there was this private party at a club called Jewel in Soho, which was ok. So I was on the Jack and Coke and chatting to the Ladies when I met this FINE chick called Katy Fox. Yes. That's her real name!!! She looked like a Bond-girl to match her name! Even had a tattoo saying 'Foxy' lol. So yeah I was chatting to her and her mate Roxy and we were having fun with the free drinks :oD.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was chatting to the producer and I was like 'what are you guys doing after this??' and he was like oh, there's a private party over at China White's. So I'm like this sounds interesting and talk my way into an invite and get one for Katy Fox. We get there and there's crowds of people outside and LOADS of security. In we go and guess who's there?? None other than Jamie Foxx (no relation) , Kanye West, Jessica Alba (yeah baby...) and a bunch of other people! So we had a fantastico time partying at ANOTHER free bar, feeling like a rockstar long into the night. That night I decided that it probably wasn't the best option in the world to drive home so Katy Fox invited me back to her place which was fun. Next day was spent strolling around London. Went to Stamford bridge to see the champs which was cool and spent the rest of the day sunbathing and having a picnic in Hyde Park we also did 'other things' too as she had a short skirt on, but anyways. Ahem. Was the most fun I've had in ages and was very needed!&lt;br /&gt;Then in the evening we went to the theatre and saw Chicago with Brooke Shields in it and had an aberdeen angus steak :oD then was time to say cheerio and then we spent about an hour looking for my car and when we DID find it it had a bloody wheel clamp on it! I decided to test out the only thing my Dad ever taught me to see if it worked; I jacked up the car, let down the tyre and the clamp came off easy as can be!!! Cheers Dad!!! So after that escapade I pumped up the tyre, drove home and I've just got back. I am very tired right now, you don't even understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114649852067897116?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114649852067897116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114649852067897116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114649852067897116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114649852067897116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/05/luke-just-got-back-from-most-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114278493094112510</id><published>2006-03-19T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:18:09.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well folks, after 77 glorious posts it is time for me to bid the land of internet blogging a fond farewell. It's been a great ride, hasn't it? However it would be terribly improper of me to do so without acknowledging those people that really have made it the experience that it was;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kellie - What can I say baby, you keep doin' ur thing on idol and we'll meet up after. Promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jess - Jess, Jess, Jess. What can I say about you? I think you know everything I could ever say to you. It's been swell Dollface x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The infamous Ricky Ricardo - See you in law on Tuesday :oD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shanna - Hey toots, you still hate me? Hope things go great with Pete x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rach - Yes you... Figured u shud get a mention. Get your ass to Uni and find someone that deserves you x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sophie - Wherever you are, do the movie thing, read this n come find me x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sam &amp; Sarah - See you tuesday as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Danny-Boy - I've come to the conclusion that you're just &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;misunderstood and you're trying to do the right thing. Chase your dreams dude, however controversial they may be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Girls @ Spearmint Rhino - I love you all equally!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emma - Will I ever get to see your belly-button again? I think 'no'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trish - I'm so, so glad things are working themselves out for you. Stay happy, don't let anyone treat you the way I did. I'm sorry x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claire - It's cool that you got back with ur fella, take care of urself yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Dixie Chicks - You did some good tunes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dave - Maybe time to get another jumper mate? Just a thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brad(ley) - Don't know you mate, but you piss me off..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JADE - :oD Hey hunny, didn't think I'd forget a certified cutie such as yourself did you?!?! Anyone that laughs at my jokes gets a headstart in my estimation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zoe - I know nothing about u, but that was a wild night 'eh? :oD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tracie - My pshrink, can't forget you now can I hun! (Partly cus ur messaging me continuously on msn right now!) But nah, ur a sweetie n def dnt look 109...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Imperial Hotel - You guys are all legends even if u did overcharge me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The casino chick - I should have done it, blatantly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naomi - Where shall I begin? Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say where shall I end? Ok here goes; I genuinely wish you and Paul all the happiness in the world. God knows you deserve some. I hope Paul really realises how lucky he is. Brasil, wow. I'm not going to criticise your choices, if they're right for you then go for it, don't hold anything back, live the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paul - Wow, ok. You did it mate. You got your dream gal and congratulations to you. Treat her right and you'll see that she's the perfect girlfriend. Sorry we never really got around to being friends, I really didn't have a problem with you. I hope you &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;know how lucky you really are. Take care of her for me, she's more special than you'll ever understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nao's Pizza Hut friends that don't know me - I forgive you all, I'm not a bad guy I just made mistakes when it came to Nao. I accept this and would probably feel the same way about sum1 that hurt her. I only ever asked for a chance, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess this is it, I'll leave you with Loco's take on life;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never, EVER apologise for who you are or how you feel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love may not make the world go round, but it &lt;em&gt;definitely &lt;/em&gt;makes the ride worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114278493094112510?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114278493094112510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114278493094112510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114278493094112510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114278493094112510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-folks-after-77-glorious-posts-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114260853440395876</id><published>2006-03-17T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:29:03.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114260853440395876?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114260853440395876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114260853440395876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114260853440395876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114260853440395876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114260538572939266</id><published>2006-03-17T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:41:55.083Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got out of hospital but I don't want to talk about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114260538572939266?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114260538572939266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114260538572939266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114260538572939266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114260538572939266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-got-out-of-hospital-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114228480176931679</id><published>2006-03-13T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:26:05.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with Jade n Jeska was fun, did some singstar lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114228480176931679?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114228480176931679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114228480176931679&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114228480176931679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114228480176931679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/met-up-with-jade-n-jeska-was-fun-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114219148257437675</id><published>2006-03-12T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T12:31:37.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NAOMI IS A STUPID FUCKING SKANKY LITTLE BITCH AND I'M FAR TOO GOOD FOR HER MESSED UP BABYISH ATTITUDE PROBLEMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought it could work, I thought we could be friends or whatever but no. She's FAR too immature, stupid and fucked in the head for me. Life is going great for me and she'd only drag me down. I was talking to someone the other day about Nao and how we almost settled down together and they said that it would have been "the biggest mistake of my life" how true it was. I can't believe how much of a little kid she is with her little mood swings and the crying and the mind games. I think she needs to grow up and get a grip on reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life is fine and dandy without her, I'm sure I'll find someone &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;better but I'm really not looking anymore. Everything is good, I'm happy. I guess they call this closure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That REALLY IS it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114219148257437675?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114219148257437675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114219148257437675&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114219148257437675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114219148257437675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official-naomi-is-stupid-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114218932625679511</id><published>2006-03-12T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:48:46.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was good. Spent the day chilling out and doing some college work. Took pup for a stroll up the white horse, was bloody FREEZING! There was some dude up there kinda kite boarding only he had those little skis, wud have prob been cool when there was snow like there was this morning. I feel sick, I've eaten crisps and chocolate today, there's been somewhat of a drought! I spoke to Charlotte today on msn, that was funny, haven't spoken to her in ages. She's quite the hottie lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways that's it for now, got a bunch of people complaining am not talking on msn..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all folks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114218932625679511?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114218932625679511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114218932625679511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114218932625679511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114218932625679511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114211955702907406</id><published>2006-03-11T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:25:57.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the fone 2 Jessica right now! She a cutie really isn't she..! I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;the way she says 'Bill' it cracks me up every time. She's funny. I think she's swell.&lt;br /&gt;She's reading me a poem right now to music. It's a really gud poem but she keeps laughing! She quite the pop idol as well :op Keep up the good work cutes ;oD&lt;br /&gt;Ok well am done. Not so good at typing with one hand... :op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114211955702907406?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114211955702907406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114211955702907406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114211955702907406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114211955702907406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-fone-2-jessica-right-now-she-cutie.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114210203676192588</id><published>2006-03-11T18:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:46:53.913Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master;&lt;br /&gt;so many things seem filled with the intent&lt;br /&gt;to be lost that their loss is no disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose something every day. Accept the fluster&lt;br /&gt;of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then practice losing farther, losing faster:&lt;br /&gt;places, and names, and where it was you meant&lt;br /&gt;to travel. None of these will bring disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or&lt;br /&gt;next-to-last, of three loved houses went.&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing isn't hard to master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,&lt;br /&gt;some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture&lt;br /&gt;I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident&lt;br /&gt;the art of losing's not too hard to master&lt;br /&gt;though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/index_poet_B.html#Bishop"&gt;Elizabeth Bishop&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/21821234-114210203676192588?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114210203676192588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114210203676192588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114210203676192588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114210203676192588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-art-art-of-losing-isnt-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114201519832219720</id><published>2006-03-10T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:30:17.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pictures you won't see on the news or in any newspapers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/5708/2210/320/CircleofPrayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soldiers praying...&lt;br /&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/5708/2210/320/Give_em5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iraqi's and soldiers NOT fighting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/5708/2210/320/Kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'A touch of humanity...'&lt;br /&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/5708/2210/320/Lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Soldiers actually &lt;em&gt;helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/5708/2210/320/LetterHome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'The &lt;em&gt;Letter Home'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114201519832219720?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114201519832219720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114201519832219720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114201519832219720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114201519832219720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/pictures-you-wont-see-on-news-or-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114200849542197320</id><published>2006-03-10T16:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:34:55.423Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where is Nao incedently?? I called her mo last night and this morning to see if we could meet up @ college so I could give her her stuff back, but she didn't answer and then &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; college she wasn't sat with any of her buddies so I assume she wasn't there. Weird. Her attendance must be getting worryingly low...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114200849542197320?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114200849542197320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114200849542197320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200849542197320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200849542197320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/where-is-nao-incedently-i-called-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114200775108638345</id><published>2006-03-10T16:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:22:31.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weirdest thing just happened bordering on freaky and scary shit. Ok no, it just plain IS scary. I jus got home from college and was thinking about Nao on the way home cuz I dropped some of her stuff off @ her place. I really miss her, I know it's foolish and I probably shouldn't but I really do. I have been sorting through my stuff and I found a loada cards and stuff she'd given me and they are SO SWEET. I miss that like you won't believe. It's funny (and by funny I mean laugh or cry), I believe Nao is my soulmate, I really do. I really cannot believe that I let someone as amazing as her slip through my fingers. ANYWAY back to what I was saying, I was thinking about her and got into my room and said to myself that if I want to/should try to (can't remember exactly) get back with Nao our song; 'Come What May' will come on the radio. (The radio is off at this point) I turn the radio on and the very first words that come out are "You're still the one that I love, the only one I dream of, you're still the one I kiss good night!" I mean seriously, what are the chances??? Now THAT'S scary shit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114200775108638345?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114200775108638345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114200775108638345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200775108638345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200775108638345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/weirdest-thing-just-happened-bordering.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114200794422282485</id><published>2006-03-10T09:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:27:38.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spoke to Jess this morning, called her mobile to say hi but she said she was "busy" waiting for a train or something, I dunno. I only wanted to say hi! Meh, oh well we're friends so it's all good. She made that very VERY clear to me last night. When she stays over on Tuesday night she's sleeping in the spare room. Which is cool. Kinda. Well... here's the thing... Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114200794422282485?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114200794422282485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114200794422282485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200794422282485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200794422282485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/spoke-to-jess-this-morning-called-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114194617973464400</id><published>2006-03-09T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:16:19.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know it's funny. Was talking to Nao in Sociology and she reminded me about the time she took me to this outdoor ratpack show in Glastonbury. I think it's about the most heartfelt thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. She packed a picnic and we drove out to see the show and it was absolutely amazing, I loved every second of it (even having to carry the foolishly heavy picnic basket about a hundred miles so we didn't have to pay parking!!!!) Nah, we had some good times and some great times. Shame Nao seems to forget these. There's no point having regrets, they don't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114194617973464400?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114194617973464400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114194617973464400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114194617973464400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114194617973464400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-its-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114200831790085056</id><published>2006-03-09T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:31:57.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started speaking to Jess' buddy Rachel, she seems like a sweetie. I don't think Jess wanted me to talk to her at first. Or something. Ok well nevermind, I'll write more later.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114200831790085056?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114200831790085056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114200831790085056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200831790085056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114200831790085056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/started-speaking-to-jess-buddy-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114193384121330762</id><published>2006-03-09T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:50:41.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so nothing much to report today, I went for a run this morning. Did college, upset Nao then made her laugh. Uh. About it really! Am gonna watch a movie soon so look out 4 that review! I'm not sure wat El Rico is playing at with his incredibly laxed reviewing. I've been doing college work so I can hardly be expected to keep the site exciting FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took pup out. Uh. Sorry, that's all folks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking 4ward 2 seeing Jess Tuesday but I really shouldn't be now should I. Well ok, am done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114193384121330762?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114193384121330762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114193384121330762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114193384121330762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114193384121330762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-so-nothing-much-to-report-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114185976068014867</id><published>2006-03-08T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:16:00.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All gud, Jessica called wen she got home from work. Had a lovely chat with Jade aka Roland and Miss Piggy on msn. Was fun, all the muppets together! Anyway that's all for this evening, was thinking about watching a flick seeings as my reviews are a little thin on the ground but I'm going to bed instead. Will watch 1 2moro for defo tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114185976068014867?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114185976068014867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114185976068014867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114185976068014867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114185976068014867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-gud-jessica-called-wen-she-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114185665866817569</id><published>2006-03-08T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:42:55.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jess is a MOOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I'd put another pic of her on here and she got all stressed with me n sez she's not coming to Notts with me now. I really don't wanna drive up there by my own but I guess I'll have to. THEN when I tried to apologise she wouldn't pick up the fone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Moose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114185665866817569?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114185665866817569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114185665866817569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114185665866817569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114185665866817569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/jess-is-moose.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114182959924316779</id><published>2006-03-08T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:53:19.256Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weirdest thing just happened; I was watching neighbours (and yes I do realise it isn't real but I was more thinking about the situations than the characters) anyway there was the bit about Karl getting asked to be a witness for his ex wife's wedding as the groom was dying and they &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to do it fast. Can you imagine what he must have been going through as the woman that he is &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;in love with tells someone else that &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;is 'the most wonderful man [she's] ever known' (the camera cuts back to him for his reaction). I dunno, it must be horrible. It's bad enough on the odd occasion when I have the misfortune to allow thoughts of Nao n Paul cross my mind *swallows the tiny bit of vomit that just rose in my throat* and just the things that used to be special between us that are now shared and her cuteness being shown to someone else. Weird huh. Having said that, I don't like the idea of Jessica sharing my ground-breaking, unparalleled and 'magical' techniques with other people! (I'm sure she's been taking notes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me n Jess are all good, I love being her friend. We had a funny convo last night; she's convinced that if she asked me out I'd say yes in a second and doesn't believe that she's not my type!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, yes I obviously &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;her but she's all kinds of wrong for me. And me for her for that matter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meh, is all good n jiggy baybeh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114182959924316779?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114182959924316779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114182959924316779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114182959924316779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114182959924316779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/weirdest-thing-just-happened-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114177409863094337</id><published>2006-03-07T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:28:18.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVE this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This romeo is bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you can't see his blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's nothing but some feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That this old dog kicked up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been raining since you left me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm drowning in the flood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see I've always been a fighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But without you I give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can't sing a love song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the way it's meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But baby, that's just me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will love you, baby -Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til the heavens burst and The words don't rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll love you - Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now your pictures that you left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are just memories of a different life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that made you have to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To touch your lips, to hold you near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you say your prayers try to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made mistakes, I'm just a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he holds you close, when he pulls you near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he says the words you've been needing to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say to you till the end of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I will love you baby - Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you told me to cry for you I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you told me to die for you I would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no price I won't pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say these words to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, there ain't no luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In these loaded dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But baby if you give me just one more try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can pack up our old dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And our old lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll find a place where the sun still shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will love you, baby - Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there till the stars don't shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til the heavens burst and The words don't rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll love you - Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, powerful words. That's almost &lt;em&gt;exactly &lt;/em&gt;how I felt a coupla months ago. Still do and always will, LOVE the song. The definitive power ballad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114177409863094337?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114177409863094337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114177409863094337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114177409863094337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114177409863094337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114174834103970717</id><published>2006-03-07T17:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:19:01.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well despite the odd remark about my bath blog today was a good day. Oh and the bath was great thanks. What's wrong with me enjoying my bath? Yeah so Law was interesting, bit of an arse really, we pretty much had 2 study lessons so I could have stayed at home. But then I would never have met Soph, or at least wouldn't have spoken to her for a while! I'll get to that in a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Danny-Boy. What can I say? He got all huffy with me before he left, was rather comical! He was trying to initiate a political debate yet wouldn't let anyone else get a word in edgeways and &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;just pisses me off so in the end I got bored and put my movie back on! He went off on one after I asked him if he had a single original thought in his head, harsh perhaps but he likes to go off on one and doesn't seem to understand the fun of discussion and takes everything so seriously. He did one of his now customary rants and Sam n Sarah seemed quite bemused by the whole affair. Earlier in the lesson Desperate Dan made some reference to him making Sarah hot. I'm not sure in what context this was, but it kinda took us all by surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway enough about him, on to Sophie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's this really pretty girl that I've seen on the bus loadsa times, brunette, fantastic body (and yes of course I've looked!) really pretty face and is a dancer :oD but anyway it turns out she is a &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;sweet girl. I've kinda talked to her a coupla times on the bus but not really very much cuz this guy that I see on there quite a lot and chat to knows her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, there we are on the bus and we had one of those really deep conversations about love, life, everything. Before we knew what was going on we'd both missed our stops! (Ahem I deliberately missed mine I dunno about her...) On the way back it came to my stop first and I decided that maybe I'd just wait a little longer seeings as we were getting on so well and it was a lovely bus ride and all! So back to Swindon we both went! It was amazing, I don't remember the last time I spoke to someone for that amount of time, let alone sum1 I barely knew! We just got on really really well. The funniest thing of all is that we didn't exchange numbers or anything so I have no way of contacting her, it's just pot luck if I see her again on a tuesday! Was talking to Kel n remembered that a similar thing happened on 40 days and 40 nights lol. Is all good, loving life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114174834103970717?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114174834103970717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114174834103970717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114174834103970717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114174834103970717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-despite-odd-remark-about-my-bath.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114168921579311113</id><published>2006-03-06T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:13:48.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had the best bath EVER! And now I'm going to bed. Sorry everyone but I have taken off the pic of Jess. Apparently I wasn't supposed to share it. She has a point I guess, ok cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114168921579311113?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114168921579311113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114168921579311113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114168921579311113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114168921579311113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-had-best-bath-ever-and-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114168071109400417</id><published>2006-03-06T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:31:51.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, had a plan for today and actually did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spoke to Nao online and we were actually getting on really well! She says she wants her stuff back, so maybe that's why she's being nice..! Anyways I guess I don't really have any right to keep it, she wants her lava lamp that hasn't had a bulb in it for about 2 years and the chest of drawers next to my bed that is technically hers. See now, I use it as my bedside table so it's got my fone, remotes and rear-left surround sound speaker on it. Now if I give that back it's just plain annoying. I know that I should give it back, but I need to find a replacement first! Been speaking to Jess all day, I called her at around 3.30pm and woke her up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had Ricky Ricardo complaining to me about 'the nazi' on email again. It's funny, Danny-Boy could quite easily be the modern face of the British Nazi Party or whatever they call themselves. Anyways gotta jet, music advice for the day; go listen to 'Standing on My Own Again' by Graham Coxon. Ignore the fact that he's called Graham and you're more likely to enjoy the track!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114168071109400417?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114168071109400417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114168071109400417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114168071109400417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114168071109400417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-had-plan-for-today-and-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114163751069418683</id><published>2006-03-06T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:12:22.430Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a lovely thing my darling Jessica did last night, she decided to call me when she got in at about 4am, to tell me she was drunk! Then she said that she'd have to call me back cuz she was going to be sick! Perhaps she's not an alchie after all, I don't think they puke cuz of it. Oh well anyways I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114163751069418683?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114163751069418683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114163751069418683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114163751069418683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114163751069418683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-lovely-thing-my-darling-jessica.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114159912168495361</id><published>2006-03-05T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:43:40.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just spoke to Nao on the fone. This really is it. I have done something that I never ever wanted to or thought I would do; I made her hate me. I destroyed her heart. I deserve everything I get, I cheated on her, made her feel worthless and made her feel stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I desperately want to fix things and not just for closure. Naomi is genuinely a very lovely, cute and sweet girl and I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that she only lashes out when she's hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We aren't going to speak again unless we can help it, this is what she wants and it's the least I can do. I hope she finds peace, joy, happiness and someone who treats her the way she deserves to be treated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114159912168495361?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114159912168495361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114159912168495361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114159912168495361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114159912168495361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-spoke-to-nao-on-fone.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114158168239363634</id><published>2006-03-05T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:46:18.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just read Nao's blog, it's quite curious that since she's started dating Paul that she never once uses his name. It's always 'my boyfriend'. I wonder if she means anything by it (bearing in mind she know I read her blog) hmmm. I mean, I think I only ever described Nao as my ex-girlfriend once to let you guys know who I'm talking about. Or maybe she cannot believe that she has a new boyfriend and has to keep reminding herself! Well nonetheless I'm glad she's happy, it &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;however seem a little too deliberate that she doesn't mention me anymore. I do &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that she may not mention me in her blog because she &lt;em&gt;also knows &lt;/em&gt;that lots of her friends read it and she doesn't want an misconceptions. Fair enough I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;however find it slightly frustrating that Nao doesn't seem to appreciate my integrity in not saying things that simply do not need to be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114158168239363634?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114158168239363634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114158168239363634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114158168239363634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114158168239363634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-read-naos-blog-its-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114157614160723624</id><published>2006-03-05T16:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T16:48:30.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from London Baby!&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What can I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left home at about 6pm and drove to Bath, picked up Cliff and drove to Tom's. Tom has got this HUGE place near Knightsbridge in London (well his folks have anyway and they were away). When we got there (after getting lost 5 or 6 times), Tom had ordered chinese for everyone and there was &lt;em&gt;so much food &lt;/em&gt;there were loads of us and about 5 people that I knew! So yeah, we were having chinese, listening to music and then the drinking games began. I have no idea what I was drinking, but the more I drank the better it tasted! Dosed myself up on some pro plus and red bull (but don't tell anyone &lt;em&gt;I KNOW IT'S BAD FOR ME...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we decided to go into town where he'd booked VIP tables at the Light Bar, then went to Red Cube and then the champagne and cocktails and dancing began! :oD It's funny how I seem to dance much better when I'm drunk... Ahem... I called Jessica at some point, not exactly sure when, would have been fun if she'd been there, but anyways yeh, went back inside and we did shooters of something, couldn't tell you what! Then we went to Fabric Home - best club in London I've been in and then to Ministry of Sound (which I also got in free!) lots of drinking, lots of dancing, lots of ladies was like the best night EVER! Then we (and some others) got taxis back to his place at about 8am where he cracked open a bottle of Louis XIII Cognac and some cuban cigars, living the high life 'eh? His house is the most amazing I've ever been in, admittedly Greg's apartment was cooler, but this place was a different league! Fell asleep at some point! Some bits have all merged into each other. Ahem :0D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114157614160723624?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114157614160723624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114157614160723624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114157614160723624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114157614160723624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-got-home-from-london-baby-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114148200995338158</id><published>2006-03-04T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:03:44.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooh also I have been think about Naomi far too much BUT have come to an exciting and vaild conclusion. I have been missing Naomi and she has possibly been missing me. Unfortunately we both at different times have confused this feeling of missing someone with 'wanting them back' which I am sure is not what we want. It's perfectly natural to miss someone, healthy even. I must confess that I was concerned that I wanted Nao back, not because of anything to do with her, more that I thought I'd dealt with my issues (and I have!) and then these feelings were coming back. I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;miss lots of things about Nao, of course I do. But that doesn't mean I want her back and I'm guessing maybe she's in a similar position, although she is replacing things she misses about me with her new boyfriend perhaps. Can't speak for her obviously, but that's what I'm guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SO yeah, it really is all good. Thanks everyone for your concern, I really appreciate it but consider these particular issues dealt with once and for all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What the world needs is more geniuses with humility,&lt;br /&gt;there are so few of us left." - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Oscar_Levant"&gt;Oscar Levant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heard a song today;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's Get Ready To Rhumble - PJ &amp;amp; Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lets get reeaadyyy to rhumble!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready to Rhumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic..............Psyche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get Lets get Lets get ready ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready to Rhumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Straight up provin' We can get you groovin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tracks boomin' it ain't no hype&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch us wreck the mic.............Psyche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready to rhumble (Lets get ready to rhumble)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get ready get steady and Rhumble (Everybody Rhumble)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready to rhumble (Lets get ready to rhumble)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get ready get steady and Rhumble (Everybody rhumble)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sit back Rap attack don't take no flack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rhymin time to the rhythm of the track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Ant I'm Declan a Duo a Twosome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many lyrics we're frightened to use 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many lyrics we keep 'em in stores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've even got them coming out of our pores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your father your mother your sister your brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone's got to be an AKA Lov-er&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give us the motivation we can cause a sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give us the aspiration we can cause a sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give us the girls top speed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give us the girls stampede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stylin' Smilin' Everybody buck wilin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partners in crime we'll never do time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sentence for us has to end in a rhyme((wiggidy wiggidy)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raw... and pure like sushi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't try to do me use me Or even try to sue me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We lay down the law We're quick on the draw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played it we made it the rest don't score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No jokes no messin' We teach you a lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A state of confusion to keep you all guessin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freakin' it sweatin' it bustin' the mic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slammin' it jammin' it do what you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready Lets get Lets get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready Lets get ready ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets get ready to rhumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic' Watch us wreck the mic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch us wreck the mic.............Psyche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHORUS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114148200995338158?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114148200995338158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114148200995338158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114148200995338158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114148200995338158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/ooh-also-i-have-been-think-about-naomi.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114148022316692468</id><published>2006-03-04T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:53:11.536Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back to sleep n Jess jus woke me up to let me know she was going out. Or something. Uh... Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just read &lt;a href="http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/public-affairs/press-releases/index.phtml?menu=pressreleases&amp;code=CRA-34a/06&amp;amp;create_date=01-mar-2006"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; about the Da Vinci code was quite interesting. Things are looking very excellent re: me going to Nottingham. Exeter accepted me by the way, which is cool! (Seeings as they turned me down, you believe that!?) Ok so I'm not going there, never have been and wouldn't really want to BUT. They were my backup and I can't be having my backup turning me down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's be honest and real about some things right now shall we? I have friends, good friends and I don't need some chick to make me happy now do I. Ok, lots of chicks could bring lots of happiness but that aside... Life is good. I have my health, I'm getting fit and I'm getting all my college work done. The weather is amazing with bright sunshine outside and me n lil Snoop just went for a run. Met a girl called Sophie who lives down the road from me, she was walking her pup in the same field. She seems swell, I can't believe I haven't met her before! Then again I don't really hang out in my village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so tonight's gonna be fantastico, we're all staying at Tom's place near Knightsbridge, I think his folks are away or something so that'll be fine n dandy. I think my biggest problem tonight will be wether to hang out with Charlie or Dom Perignon (I think we all know who I'll choose).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LMAO a buncha reebok chavs just strolled past my window! Three kiddys with almost identical clothes on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways I need a bath and to get some stuff ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114148022316692468?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114148022316692468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114148022316692468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114148022316692468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114148022316692468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-back-to-sleep-n-jess-jus-woke-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114146668974048128</id><published>2006-03-04T08:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:54:05.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jess &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;call after work last night, so that was cool. We chatted for a bit 'til she started to bore me. Got an email from Shan, she's sweet but I just don't know. Plus she has &lt;em&gt;huge &lt;/em&gt;issues with my friendship with Jess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm shleepy, duno y am even awake. I think I'll jus go back to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114146668974048128?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114146668974048128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114146668974048128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114146668974048128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114146668974048128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/jess-did-call-after-work-last-night-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114142771685018295</id><published>2006-03-03T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:18:38.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling snoozy, not spoken to Jess all day, feels really weird. 1st day that we haven't spoken in months. Maybe she'll call me after she finishes work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's it for today. Big night out tomorrow!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women update;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not spoken to Nao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not spoken to Jess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Given up on Emma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not spoken to Claire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not talking to Trish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not talking to Shan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not going to the Ganges 500, I hear there's weird markings there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think I'll try n drop Kellie off the scope for a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having said that, you may notice a comment from Naomi regarding Emma, but it appears that she has her wires crossed and is thinking of 'rat girl' as opposed to the belly-button chickadee. Anyways am audi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114142771685018295?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114142771685018295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114142771685018295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114142771685018295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114142771685018295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-snoozy-not-spoken-to-jess-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114140740991397473</id><published>2006-03-03T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:11:02.103Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Politics went well today, did my presentation and handed in one of my late pieces of work. Not sure how well I did. Means I'm totally up to date in Politics AND Sociology and THAT feels fantastic let me tell you! My mind is being foolish with me at the moment. Kinda annoying to be honest. Or is is my heart? Who knows? I feel like Karl Kennedy! Nonetheless, nothing I can do. Having said that I just finished watching an amazing movie; &lt;a href="http://flickcheck.blogspot.com/2006/03/hotel-rwanda-2004.html"&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/a&gt; kinda puts things into perspective I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking of Karlo, neighbours just started! Must go watch it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114140740991397473?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114140740991397473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114140740991397473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114140740991397473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114140740991397473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/politics-went-well-today-did-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114140706938297747</id><published>2006-03-03T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:33:15.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard a song today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You Were Mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can't Find A Reason To Let Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even Though You've Found A New Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And He's What Your Dreams Are Made Of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can Find A Reason To Hang On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Went Wrong Can Be Forgiven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without You, It Ain't Worth Livin' Alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I Wake Up Crying At Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Sometimes I Scream Out Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Right Does He Have To Take You Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When For So Long, You Were Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Took Out All The Pictures Of Our Wedding Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Was A Time Of Love And Laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Ever After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Even Those Old Pictures Have Begun To Fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please Tell Me He's Not Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And That You're Really Coming Home To Stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I Wake Up Crying At Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Sometimes I Scream Out Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Right Does He Have To Take Your Heart Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When For So Long, You Were Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Can Give You A Good Reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Show You Love's Not Blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's Only One, And You Know She Adores You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So How Can I Tell Her You've Changed Your Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I Wake Up Crying At Night&lt;br /&gt;And Sometimes I Scream Out Your Name&lt;br /&gt;What Right Does He Have To Take Your Heart Away&lt;br /&gt;When For So Long, You Were Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Remember When You Were Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my Jim u no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114140706938297747?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114140706938297747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114140706938297747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114140706938297747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114140706938297747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/heard-song-today-you-were-minei-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114131913426097208</id><published>2006-03-02T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:31:37.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe it hurts that Nao cheated on me. I always thought she was 'better' than me. Hmm. Dunno. I think that's what I'm feeling. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Heard a song today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fragile - Delta Goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six thoughts at once I can't focus on one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven days a week but my life has just begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So caught in emotion and I'm overcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I'm falling down I come undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In six thousand years what will this mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words from the heart or a melody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So caught in emotion and I'm overcome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I'm falling down I come undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If people can see right through my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like an open door that I can't disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't be afraid from the tears I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114131913426097208?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114131913426097208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114131913426097208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114131913426097208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114131913426097208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/cant-believe-it-hurts-that-nao-cheated.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114131855331163289</id><published>2006-03-02T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:29:57.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on the ladies front;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nao is talking to me. Kinda.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shan is being harsh to me so I'm done with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me n Jess are buddies again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trish pisses me off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still can't get hold of Emma although I'm not sure if I want to!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not tried calling Kellie again, I think I'll wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided Indy Avenue is too complicated a journey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoke to Claire again today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Miss Hugs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114131855331163289?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114131855331163289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114131855331163289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114131855331163289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114131855331163289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-on-ladies-front-nao-is-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114131543987460146</id><published>2006-03-02T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:18:43.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did my presentation in sociology today, went really well. That's 2 more level 3s in the can. Handed in Dave's essay ON TIME! Must be a record or something! Nao appears to NOT be quitting college as she had previously stated. It's funny how she &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;calls me when she wants something! (She emailled me her essay as she couldn't make it into college) Ah well, I'll help people out if I can, it's in my nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and Rich, I can't believe you retracted your statement YOU PUSSY! Oh and it's PREVIOUS not PERVIOUS although I hear everything is perv-related with you, Senor Shirt-lifter...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114131543987460146?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114131543987460146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114131543987460146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114131543987460146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114131543987460146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-my-presentation-in-sociology-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114125153347861491</id><published>2006-03-01T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:18:53.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Danny the Nazi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(With his Uncle Adolf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/5708/2210/400/hitler_and_youth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok That really is it. I have an essay to write...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114125153347861491?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114125153347861491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114125153347861491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114125153347861491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114125153347861491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/danny-naziwith-his-uncle-adolf-ok-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114125114911908941</id><published>2006-03-01T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:14:25.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"You must remember this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A kiss is just a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Play it again Sam...' (Gotta love Casablanca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talking of Sam, emailled her today. Turns out she's not single. But it's ok though cuz she's sorry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's it.&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/21821234-114125114911908941?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114125114911908941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114125114911908941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114125114911908941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114125114911908941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-must-remember-this-kiss-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114125086021280139</id><published>2006-03-01T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:32:17.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, just spoke to Nao online and it turns out that she actually DID cheat on me with Paul. Well, if you can call 1 snog cheating. Apparently I drove her to it and in all fairness it is the least I deserve! So I guess I can live with that. To be honest, I'm completely fine about it, but if I's known sooner it'd have pissed me off cuz I'd have had no right to complain about it. Hang on a minute. I just thought. When Nao kissed Paul she didn't know that I'd been fooling around with sum1 behind her back. Hmmm. Well, I guess I &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;don't have any right to complain now really do I! Just cuz she didn't know about it didn't mean it wasn't happening! I guess it's more of an inconvenience than anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114125086021280139?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114125086021280139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114125086021280139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114125086021280139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114125086021280139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-just-spoke-to-nao-online-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114123152287907172</id><published>2006-03-01T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:01:48.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Transcript...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - morning&lt;br /&gt;Paul - intresting blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - why thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - im an everyday vistior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - congratulations&lt;br /&gt;Luke - always nice to meet a fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - always nice to meet the author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - do you have any favourite parts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - mmmm, i like the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - so do I, I recenty purchased it for my Uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - its a step up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - certainly is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - my mum doesnt live in london&lt;br /&gt;Paul - maybe u could make the correction&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - apologies, that part was from Naomi&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I would be more than happy to&lt;br /&gt;Luke - so where did you drive to then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - aunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - still London?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - she lives in islington&lt;br /&gt;Paul - yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - ok then I apologise most profusely for the oversight&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I also understand that you were not actually 'dating' hayley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - its H-a-l-i-e&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ooops&lt;br /&gt;Paul - HAILIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - again, apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - welll&lt;br /&gt;Paul - yes&lt;br /&gt;Paul - and no&lt;br /&gt;Paul - shes not the one guy kinda girkl&lt;br /&gt;Paul - girl&lt;br /&gt;Paul - she is now thou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - how so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - she is getting on well, with a guy from wales, he is nice for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - glad to hear it&lt;br /&gt;Luke - refresh the page and you will notice the inaccuracies have been remedied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - i cant see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Not that I'm complaining about this lovely chat we're having, but I'm assuming you didn't just stumble upon my email address. Therefore I can only guess that you have some kind of agenda which I would appreciate it if you would reveal it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - lol&lt;br /&gt;Paul - no&lt;br /&gt;Paul - maybe u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - maybe I do what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - agenda&lt;br /&gt;Paul - i dont talk about u,&lt;br /&gt;Paul - but u do&lt;br /&gt;Paul - about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I write about what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I was concerned that I was disliking you irrationally as you appear to, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - and how am i in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Well if you had read my blog daily as you previously mentioned you would realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - ok, well i do read regulay looks like ur doing well in life so. good for u. uni comming up , nice car, .. all these women,,, i get confused with who u really want??? its cold her, cant type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - the car's not mine. Like I said, I bought it for my uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Paul - my mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - would be good 4 u thou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I WISH it was mine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Luke - be good for me?&lt;br /&gt;Luke - how so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - mmmm the car suits u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I don't understand what you are insinuating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - nothing, the ford focus i unsluted just didnt seem right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - insulted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Paul - soz&lt;br /&gt;Paul - colsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - cold here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Paul.&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I really don't understand why you apparently hate me&lt;br /&gt;Luke - Nao says that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - she says you 'can't stand me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - i DONT talk about u&lt;br /&gt;Paul - past was&lt;br /&gt;Paul - past&lt;br /&gt;Paul - thats why i dont talk about emma, hailie&lt;br /&gt;Paul - she talks about u thou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I know it's none of my business but are things cool between u2?&lt;br /&gt;Luke - cuz she seemed REALLY upset tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - yeah she was&lt;br /&gt;Paul - she gets upset, when u call her all the time&lt;br /&gt;Paul - why is that/&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - i dont wanna say not to ring her, or to ring her, i dont know why first&lt;br /&gt;Paul - u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - not 'all the time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I rarely call her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - u do&lt;br /&gt;Paul - im with her&lt;br /&gt;Paul - and EVERY TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - u call or text&lt;br /&gt;Paul - EVERY TIME&lt;br /&gt;Paul - so why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - when was the last time I saw her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - i have no idea, maybe you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - oh wait, you've read my blog&lt;br /&gt;Luke - nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - cuz on ur blogg,&lt;br /&gt;Paul - wasnt long ago&lt;br /&gt;Paul - also she wants you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - that's what she implied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - and how would that be, .... wasnt clear on ur blogg (not bitching its good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I was kinda surprised to be honest&lt;br /&gt;Luke - how? She was typing song lyrics to me n stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - that's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - to be honest I'm not overly comfortable discussing my ex with her current boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Luke - ESPECIALLY when she says she's ********&lt;br /&gt;Luke - and he doesn't appear to know anything about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - lol?&lt;br /&gt;Luke - how is that funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - i know more than u think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - ok...&lt;br /&gt;Luke - congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - anyway&lt;br /&gt;Paul - all this crap is in the past right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - which crap would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - all the shit that went on, u talk about emma, dislikeing me, u two goin out, me and her&lt;br /&gt;Paul - its all one bog happy family&lt;br /&gt;Paul - one of the nights u was "seein emma" what u think she was doin&lt;br /&gt;Paul - u think she never cheated on u&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ?&lt;br /&gt;Paul - we been going out 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Paul - but seeing each other for months!!!!!!!! months and months!&lt;br /&gt;Paul - while u was with her&lt;br /&gt;Paul - so i fail to see, why life cant just move on&lt;br /&gt;Paul - living in the past, witch u sed u dont want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I think I'm going to be sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - is stupid&lt;br /&gt;Paul - then be sick&lt;br /&gt;Paul - u dont want her, then leave it&lt;br /&gt;Paul - its like u still love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - of course I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - in love with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - nah&lt;br /&gt;Luke - she was seeing you behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - then leave it?&lt;br /&gt;Paul - at the end of your relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - that's the best news I've heard in ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - not for long&lt;br /&gt;Paul - why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I no longer feel bad about anything I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - kewl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - dont&lt;br /&gt;Paul - why botther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - thanx mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - its in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - great news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - u cheated she cheated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - wait, I must call nao and thank her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - mp&lt;br /&gt;Paul - no&lt;br /&gt;Paul - thats not moving on&lt;br /&gt;Paul - that says to me&lt;br /&gt;Paul - u still wanna talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - of course I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - for what reason?&lt;br /&gt;Paul - what could you possibly have to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - so why are you going out with her?&lt;br /&gt;Luke - if you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;Luke - kinda harsh wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - its our suitiion is with us not u&lt;br /&gt;Paul - she is goin to uni&lt;br /&gt;Paul - and im goin to brasil&lt;br /&gt;Paul - how u know that&lt;br /&gt;Paul - im goin there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - voce le portugueses e fala-os? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[do you read Portuguese as well as speak it?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - falar ingles, se faz-favor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[speak English please]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - obrigado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Thank you]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - so how u know im goin to brasil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Eu sei tudo Paul. Naomi e eu falamos regularmente e e-me dita coisas na confianca que eu nao falarei sobre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I know everything Paul. Naomi and I speak regularly and she has said thing in confidence that I will not discuss.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - falar ingles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[speak English]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - why u speak regulay&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ur portugese is wrong ,, but good effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Pesaroso meu portugues nao e muito bom, Eu sou certo que seu e muito mais melhor... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Sorry my Portuguese is not very good, I'm sure yours is much better...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Luke - Il mio italiano e molto piu meglio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[My Italian is much better]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - nao, eu falar brasillio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[no, i speak Brazillian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - eu nao falar portuguese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[i don't speak portuguese]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - fair enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - speak english&lt;br /&gt;Paul - so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - me n Nao have spoken cuz we're friends&lt;br /&gt;Luke - or have been kinda friends&lt;br /&gt;Luke - on and off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - then be nice to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - and when we HAVE been friends she's told me many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - like......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - as I said earlier she has told me things in confidence that I'm not going to go talking about&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I can be VERY harsh and VERY personal to both of you but that wouldn't get us anywhere now would it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I would like nothing more than to move on, but neither I nor Naomi want to completely stop taking to each other&lt;br /&gt;Luke - in fact, I just remembered that I have the whole 'want you back' conversation saved on my computer if you'd like to see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;Luke - you bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - if u have it send it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - oh I have it&lt;br /&gt;Luke - but ur completely comfortable with not asking Nao if she minds you reading it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - if u have it, ill leave everything u and her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Paul, I have it but I'm not going to send it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - and why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I have more class than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - try ring her, she is on the phone to me,&lt;br /&gt;Paul - i told her u have that convo&lt;br /&gt;Paul - she laffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - anyway I don't want you to leave her&lt;br /&gt;Luke - apparently you make her happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - and sed u wish u had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - and believe it or not that's what I want&lt;br /&gt;Luke - she was calling me and texting me non-stop&lt;br /&gt;Luke - on 20th feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - ..... that proves nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - I don't have to prove anything&lt;br /&gt;Luke - get her to call me&lt;br /&gt;Luke - if she says I can send it, I'll send it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - why you need her pormission&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ok she will&lt;br /&gt;Paul - ring ring???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nao calls, says "send it, whatever he wants just send it, I don't care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See now, I know Nao quite well and it sounded like she'd just been woken up or was generally upset. I tell her I'm not going to send it, I'm going to say I lost it cuz I don't want to make things difficult for her. She hangs up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paul - talk and type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - sorry can't find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - if u have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - lost it&lt;br /&gt;Luke - dunno how that could happen&lt;br /&gt;Luke - *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - it will be in my documents, recived files . then her addy&lt;br /&gt;Paul - they dont delete them self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - this 1 must have&lt;br /&gt;Luke - sorry&lt;br /&gt;Luke - dunno what to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;Paul - u dont have shit mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - yeh I know&lt;br /&gt;Luke - my bad&lt;br /&gt;Luke - made it all up&lt;br /&gt;Luke - had you worried tho&lt;br /&gt;Luke - lol&lt;br /&gt;Luke - surprises all around 'eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - actulry no, if she wants u back&lt;br /&gt;Paul - let her do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - no&lt;br /&gt;Luke - she wants u mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - thought u didn&lt;br /&gt;Paul - thought she didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - she does&lt;br /&gt;Luke - you make her happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - we will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - she was all excited about Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - hwo u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - lucky guess I spose&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Luke - Look Paul, here's how it is...&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I'm not going to get in the way of your relationship with Nao in any way. I care about her. Don't fight against our history it's pointless. 3.5 whatever years doesn't just disappear. We have a past yes, but that's what it is. I want to be her friend, but if that's making things difficult for the 2 of you I'll back off. My priority in all of this mess is Naomi's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Luke - You make her happy, I fucked it up when it was my turn. It's your turn now, don't mess it up or seriously I'll fuck YOU up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - it doesnt get in the way foi ne&lt;br /&gt;Paul - for mne&lt;br /&gt;Paul - me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - ok then I'm glad we're cool&lt;br /&gt;Luke - I can't believe you made me do the 'if you ever hurt her' speech&lt;br /&gt;Luke - it's far too late at night for that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - im leaving in nov, that cant count she knows about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - yeh, she knows so that's kinda her own fault!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - just treat her how I should have yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Luke - oh and make sure she actually DOES quit smoking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - what is loco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - Anyways mate, I'm glad we had this chat and if I actually believed that Nao had cheated on me with you I'd kick your fucking ass.&lt;br /&gt;Luke - Loco used to be my nickname when I was on cruiseships&lt;br /&gt;Luke - sounds like Luke, means crazy so u no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - welll done&lt;br /&gt;Paul - tudo bem &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[all good]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - si&lt;br /&gt;Luke - anyways I bid u bueno sera &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[good evening]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - fica com Feus &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[it is with Feus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul - Deus &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[God]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke - indeed it is&lt;br /&gt;Luke - Ciao &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Bye]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul - tachu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[bye]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114123152287907172?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114123152287907172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114123152287907172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114123152287907172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114123152287907172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/transcript.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114122063347894156</id><published>2006-03-01T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:16:02.473Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After reading Nao's blog about how &lt;a href="http://naomibrownsatthe.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunshine-makes-me-smile.html"&gt;Sunshine makes [her] smile&lt;/a&gt; I felt intense relief cuz our last conversation was not exactly the most cheerful. I'm still debating as to whether I should throw the transcript of my 2am conversation with the infamous Paul out into the public sector. I'm thinking yes I will, but at the same time I'm at a loss as to exactly how I should do it. Maybe I should call a press conference!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114122063347894156?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114122063347894156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114122063347894156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114122063347894156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114122063347894156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-reading-naos-blog-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114117392616685811</id><published>2006-03-01T00:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:46:21.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEWSFLASH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hardly news but I just spoke to Nao and she hates me. She says she's dropping out of college so that she doesn't have to see me anymore. I'm trying to figure out what's going on but she won't tell me. Am starting to get kinda worried to be honest, I thought she was deliriously happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114117392616685811?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114117392616685811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114117392616685811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114117392616685811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114117392616685811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/newsflash-well-hardly-news-but-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114117256901635975</id><published>2006-03-01T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:25:37.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok NOW I'm stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a text from a number that wasn't on my fone saying; &lt;blockquote&gt;"U LYING BASTARD LUKE!! how the fuck could you lie to me!!! ring my mobile if you want to fucking talk to me!!!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;See now it's obviously from some chick but who? So I call the number and it's Shanna. Jess has just called her asking her if what I told her about this guy Brad(ley) is true. Shanna tells me that she told Jess everything she had told me. I call Jess to see if she's ok, Jess says that Shanna said that everything I had told her wasn't true and that I was stirring. Jess has no reason to lie so I call Shanna back. At this point I'm feeling incredibly confused. I call Shanna back and tell her what Jess said. I suggest that the only way to sort this out is for the three of us to do a conference call and get it sorted out. Shanna gets very stressed by this saying that she doesn't want to speak to Jess with 'her child awake' and in the room and just generally gets more stressed, which I find very suspicious. A certain part of MacBeth sprang to mind; "Methinks the lady doth protest too much..!" Oh and then she said that if I wanted her to talk to Jess to get her to call her. So why wouldn't she talk to her with me on the fone? The only reason I can possibly think of is that it simply isn't true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It all became &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;clear that Shanna probably isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good friends with Brad(ley) and that it was her that was making all this shit up and was &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;that was doing the stirring! I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and now I've just had a text from Shanna say that she's 'just let rip on Jess [and to] prepare for the heart wrenching phone call.' Strangely enough Jess &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;call and says she just had a text from Shanna saying everything that I said she'd said. Jess texts Brad(ley) and won't tell me what he said but she says that she doesn't want to talk to any of us anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't understand what I've done wrong. All I did was try to do the right thing by telling her what was being said about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll tell you about Brad(ley) some other time if I can be arsed and &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;I write his name like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So in conclusion, my current status with women is this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jess now hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want nothing to do with Shanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naomi has fallen off the map.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know how to get hold of Emma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trish doesn't want to talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't contact Kellie for like 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114117256901635975?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114117256901635975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114117256901635975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114117256901635975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114117256901635975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-now-im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114116630190432032</id><published>2006-02-28T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:40:54.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so not a slut.&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;Just spoke to Trish on msn and she seems to think that I am. I said to her that 'I'm gonna have to face it, I'm addicted to love...' but that flew over her head. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Heard a song today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Might As Well Be Strangers - Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know your face no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or feel your touch that I adore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know your face no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just a place I'm looking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well be strangers in another town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well be living in a different world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know your thoughts these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're strangers in an empty space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't understand your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's easier to be apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well be strangers in another town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well be living in a another time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might as well be strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all I know of you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all I know of you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all I know of you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114116630190432032?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114116630190432032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114116630190432032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114116630190432032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114116630190432032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-not-slut.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114116537121213727</id><published>2006-02-28T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:42:04.816Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just finished watching a movie; &lt;a href="http://flickcheck.blogspot.com/2006/02/raise-your-voice-2004.html"&gt;Raise Your Voice&lt;/a&gt; I really enjoyed it. It kinda cheered me up but at the same time made me realise that I miss dating a cutie! Yeh ok Hilary Duff is in this movie but she is pretty n cutsie and has the most amazing green eyes :oD&lt;br /&gt;Yeh I was watching this n it made me remember what I'm missing. I really am not quite sure how to describe it but I'll give it a try; (I'm gonna sound foolish but 'quite frankly my dear I don't give a damn...')&lt;br /&gt;Ok. It's like u know when u have a girl that's quite short n can bury her head in ur chest when she's gone all shy. The sleeves thing, I dunno what it is or really how to describe it but sleeve that are a little too long or something. I don't know. I know what I mean n I just miss that stuff. Just harmless, innocent messing around. Having fun. Two people that enjoy each others company. Nothing complicated. Am I making sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Find me a cutie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114116537121213727?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114116537121213727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114116537121213727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114116537121213727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114116537121213727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-finished-watching-movie-raise.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114113983463789987</id><published>2006-02-28T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:17:47.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two men walk into a bar...&lt;br /&gt;You would have thought one of them would have seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not snowing anymore :o(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114113983463789987?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114113983463789987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114113983463789987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114113983463789987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114113983463789987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-men-walk-into-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114113523351379358</id><published>2006-02-28T13:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:43:45.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jess knows Emma but won't let me get hold of her! How rude is that..?&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing a blizzard outside right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law was fun! I think Sarah made Danny-boy cry!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114113523351379358?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114113523351379358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114113523351379358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114113523351379358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114113523351379358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/jess-knows-emma-but-wont-let-me-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114114021694250370</id><published>2006-02-27T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:23:36.943Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went into college for a tutorial thing was actually VERY useful.&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of Nao, I guess Sunday went well with Paul! Called her earlier, she was working. Beth recognised my voice! I've met her like 1 time, was impressed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Shanna. Kinda. I guess she's still pissed at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114114021694250370?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114114021694250370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114114021694250370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114114021694250370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114114021694250370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-into-college-for-tutorial-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114098433497708916</id><published>2006-02-26T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:51:48.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just remembered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nao thinks I'm a slut!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't hate the playa, hate the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nao - "I'm with Paul cuz he treats me well..."&lt;br /&gt;Luke - "I get treated well by different women all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;Nao - "You're a slut Luke..."&lt;br /&gt;Luke - "No darling, women are sluts. Men are studs."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114098433497708916?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114098433497708916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114098433497708916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114098433497708916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114098433497708916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-remembered.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114096750136249536</id><published>2006-02-26T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:41:59.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Thursday night I met a girl with the cutest belly-button I've ever seen; was like a quasi-innie-outie! Her name's Emma, how do I get hold of her??? Any suggestions???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114096750136249536?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114096750136249536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114096750136249536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096750136249536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096750136249536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-thursday-night-i-met-girl-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114096732616648423</id><published>2006-02-25T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:28:40.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from buying a Porsche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/320/media%5B1%5D%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too shabby 'eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had to leave at like 7.30 this morning to drive down to Bournemouth. Was gud tho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it gets from a to b... :op&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, was all I did yesterday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things are still weird with Jess which is a shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shanna's not even talking to me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess my Women complications have now become very simple!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit happens 'eh? Life is good...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114096732616648423?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114096732616648423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114096732616648423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096732616648423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096732616648423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-back-from-buying-porsche.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114096668012626230</id><published>2006-02-24T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:33:47.336Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just got home from some crazy timez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drove down to Exeter for my interview, left Sociology early, decided to go see Jess as I was in the area. Went to her house, was there for about half an hour her eye didn't look anything like as bad as she made out! Would have met up with her later but she said she was working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to my interview, when I got there they informed me that it had been postponed to 9am this morning. They had emailed me yesterday to let me know but I'd not checked my email. I text Jess and let her know but get no reply (no cred) so I give her a call, she wasn't working 'til 6 so I figured I could give her a lift or something. She's @ Jades and says that she's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;going to work now but I can give &lt;em&gt;Jade &lt;/em&gt;a lift if I want, so I'm like sure ok. I have no plans seeings as my interview is in the morning. Jess is like 'come over at 5.45' but I hear Jade in the background saying why don't I just come over now, so &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;Jess says come over now. So anyway like I said, I had no plans so over I went. I get there and am not sure which house is hers so I'm on the fone looking around and see sum1 looking through the window at me, on the fone, Jess sez that Jade can see me so I give them a cheeky grin! Turns out that's &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;Jade's house! I go into Jade's and the fone rings, it's her Mum who lives just up the road wondering who I am!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so I stay at Jade's for like 20mins chatting to her, Jess and her friend Rachel. While am there Jess speaks to her friend Charlie and arranges to go to a cruise in Exeter (blatantly to meet this dude Lee) Anyway then we take Jade to work and decide to go to the pub for a drink. While we're there a group of hotties stroll in; turns out they're all Jess n Rachel's mates from school out for sum1s brithday! So yeh, there we are sitting, attempting to have a conversation while Rachel n Jess are just saying how much they want to go out with them, which of course is tons of fun for me!!! But yeah so they go over n say hi, they ask who I am, Jess says 'some guy' (which I have to admit offended me a bit until I remembered that I'm always describing girls as 'some chick u no how it is' so I have to assume it's the same kinda thing.) Anyway we chat4a bit n then I take them back to Jess' cuz they need 2 get ready to go out. We get back to hers n am like what's goin on then n Jess is like 'we're going out' (meaning her n Rachel) so am like 'oh ok then' and off I go, down to the beach! Seeings as I have &lt;em&gt;no plans &lt;/em&gt;I figure why not go down to the beach n read, snooze, whatever. I say 2 Jess to gimme a call later if she wants 2 do something wen she gets back but that am not gonna hold my breath!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah so like 9.30 arrives n am getting kinda cold so I figure why not go out! I mean, rather than doing nothing in the car on my own why not go have myself some fun! Out I go to some place called Remedy and ask the doorstaff what time places open n stuff n they looked quite busy so I went in there had myself some minging VKs with free shots, chatted to the bar-chick n got more free shots lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Farenheit which is actually a v cool club, kinda small but gud. Got myself a Jack n Coke, went n sat upstairs. About 20 mins after I got there this group of fine looking ladies show up and guess who they were?? Jess' mates :oD Pretty funny 'eh? Anyways, started talking to them had a dance n stuff. I called Jess at like 12ish to see what was goin on cuz I knew she was gonna be back by 11 cuz thats wen Jade was finishing work. She said she was staying at sum1s (which I assume is gonna be Lee but she denys even saying it cuz she went home but anyway...) So I'm thinkin u no, she gonna be having herself some fun so y didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pulled like 6 hotties n took 1 back to my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next morning took the chick home, had a shower at hers n went for my interview which went really really well. Was in front of a panel of 3 and was quite a grilling!! Was cool tho, went well (if you can ever &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;tell!) Then drove back, totally missing politics which isn't good but figured why not go see Nao, so I call her up n she says is cool so over I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The revelation comes forth that she's now &lt;em&gt;going out with Paul! &lt;/em&gt;Which is funny seeings as she didn't want a boyfriend when she went to uni, but &lt;em&gt;instead &lt;/em&gt;she chooses a guy that's leaving the country! Genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been thinking about why I dislike Paul, or am surprised that Nao likes him so much and have reached some conclusions;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I first started to dislike him when I was still going out with Nao and he came over to hers, was drunk or got drunk. Was gonna drive home so sum1 gave me his keys. He took them off me and drove off. A guy called Olly called the police saying that he was drunk and gave them his number plate, Nao (pretty sure it was Nao) gave them (via Olly) his address and they sent a car over. See now, I had no problem with him at this point so I figured rather than let him get into shit I called him and gave him a heads-up. His response to this was to drive (drunk) all the way to London to his Aunts! So from that, any respect I once had for the guy (and I really had no problem with him) was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This chick Emma aka 'The Mistake' aka 'Rat-Girl' didn't want him, despite his constant displays of affection and declarations of love for her. (Yes this was the chick that I stupidly cheated on Nao with, but it was only cuz she/it was so so easy (you're right no excuse and no I wouldn't do it again given the chance.)) But anyway, even she didn't want him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He had a crush bordering on obssession with Nao's sister Hayley (ok she's hott, I can't deny that &lt;em&gt;and never have!) &lt;/em&gt;he figured maybe he wasn't gonna get her so settle for Nao! I hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told 1 of the 'minging Froomies' that Nao was going out with Paul and even &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;didn't believe it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Told Barn that Nao was going out with Paul and he laughed for like 10 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh I dunno, I really really hope this doesn't make me sound like the jealous ex, cuz I'm really not. I don't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; Nao back ESPECIALLY after her having been with Paul. Sends a shiver down my spine and makes my skin crawl!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So yeah anyway I'm over at Nao's and I realise that the thing that I think annoys me most about her is that she thinks it's totally cool to talk about her shagging guys n saying things to me but if I say anything back she gets all stressed and offended! For example; Nao looked me in the eye and said she didn't find me attractive (kinda harsh right?) So in retalliation I said that every one of the girls I'd shagged since her have been much better looking than her! (Again harsh.) But she got all stressed, upset and couldn't take it!!! I don't get it, like 2 days ago she was pretty much saying that she wanted me back. Then it turns out that she said she only did that because Paul asked her out when they were drunk, so she didn't know they were going out! Apparently he asked her out to get her to quit smoking! Or something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope Nao is not just with him because she wanted him for ages and now he's interested cuz she was. Illusion is &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;better than reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The funniest thing of all is that I'm feeling really happy!!! The girl I want was with sum1 else the other night, my ex has a boyfriend and I've got a load of college work to do but I'm foolishly happy! I don't get it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114096668012626230?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114096668012626230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114096668012626230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096668012626230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096668012626230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-home-from-some-crazy-timez.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114096203449303535</id><published>2006-02-22T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:53:54.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got a phonecall from Exeter uni, they decided to reconsider my application and have invited me to an interview in front of a panel tomorrow. Quite excited actually, always good to have a backup 'eh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114096203449303535?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114096203449303535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114096203449303535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096203449303535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114096203449303535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-phonecall-from-exeter-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114056444663901262</id><published>2006-02-21T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:27:26.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must confess that Nao's blog on &lt;a href="http://naomibrownsatthe.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-ages-i-know.html"&gt;Sunday, February 19, 2006&lt;/a&gt; had me more than a little confused; Naomi has mentioned that apparently she was in no part involved in what I can only describe as the afore-mentioned malicious call I received. This may well be the case. However, Nao mentions clearly not remembering anything past 2am whilst the call was made at 1.45am therefore by her own admission was present and alert whilst said call was occurring. Also if one looks carefully there are certain glaring parallels between this post and some of mine. (Mentions of dress-code would be one prominent example.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114056444663901262?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114056444663901262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114056444663901262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114056444663901262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114056444663901262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-must-confess-that-naos-blog-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114056382844954600</id><published>2006-02-21T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:17:08.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;I think Naomi wants me back.&lt;br /&gt;My main concern is that as soon as I show any kind of reciprocal interest she will as she has many times lose interest and I would expect to be cast aside in favour of her friends who would strongly disapprove as they do of our slight 'friendship'.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered with games, I care for Nao, I've never disputed that. I just don't believe it is the best thing for either of us.&lt;br /&gt;I also gave her a tincy 'test' yesterday whereby I suggested that if she wanted to talk things through after having treated me &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;discourteously she should come to my home and discuss it face to face, something she has not done since we broke up. She mentioned that she had to go to work and we haven't spoken since. If she was really that serious she could have come over &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;work or today or &lt;em&gt;something! &lt;/em&gt;But no, I haven't heard a thing. I can only assume that my test was a success and she was not &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had law today, it went ok. Am stuck in a moral dilema, not sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114056382844954600?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114056382844954600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114056382844954600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114056382844954600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114056382844954600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114053685145164449</id><published>2006-02-20T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:48:04.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happened to this day?&lt;br /&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114053685145164449?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114053685145164449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114053685145164449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114053685145164449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114053685145164449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-happened-to-this-day-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114038938897697059</id><published>2006-02-19T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:49:48.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't do so much today, spoke to Jess a little bit. Finally, finally things are sorted out between us!!&lt;br /&gt;Took pup out for a walk, things are cool(ish) between me and Shan n am real glad bowt that. Am currently watching Final destination 2 and quite like it actually, check my review site to see what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Tracie quite a bit, I think she's ok. I enjoy talking to her, is good therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114038938897697059?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114038938897697059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114038938897697059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114038938897697059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114038938897697059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/didnt-do-so-much-today-spoke-to-jess.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114026642348422623</id><published>2006-02-18T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:02:03.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get a feeling I can't explain whenever your eyes meet mine. My heart spins in circles and I lose all space and time and now that we're standing face to face something tells me it's gonna be OK. I think that I'm ready to fall in love tonight, ready to hold my heart open wide. I can't promise it'll be forever but I'll try cuz I'm ready. No-one before you has got to me this way, I know that nothing is certain in this life but what I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;know is that wherever we're heading I'm ready to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114026642348422623?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114026642348422623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114026642348422623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114026642348422623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114026642348422623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-get-feeling-i-cant-explain-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114038883881840397</id><published>2006-02-18T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:11:59.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't believe what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently feeling lower than I have for quite sometime. I sent Nao a text while I was with Jess when I was feelin stressed and she said that I could talk to her anytime and that she'd be there for me. So I just sent her a text saying "If you're on ur own cud u give me a quick call pls x" I get a phone call from her number and think that finally I have someone I trust(ed) to talk to that knows and understands me. Instead someone else is on the phone saying hello? hello? is tis luke? hello? and then I hear lots of people chanting "Luke is a wanker, luke is a wanker, luke is a wanker over there..."&lt;br /&gt;So here's me, feeling upset and generally very low thinking that I have someone to confide in and that's what I get. I could have cried. I cannot believe that she would do this to me. No-one has ever made me feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who once was everything to me, now counts for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114038883881840397?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114038883881840397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114038883881840397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114038883881840397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114038883881840397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-believe-what-just-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114018342875859221</id><published>2006-02-17T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:30:18.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114018342875859221?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114018342875859221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114018342875859221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114018342875859221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114018342875859221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114038776064570327</id><published>2006-02-17T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:19:22.836Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from dropping off Jess.&lt;br /&gt;Has been an interesting coupla days...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning we woke up at about 7.30 and uh, missed breakfast which lasted 'til 10 :oD. We checked out just after 12 and I was supposed to drive Jess home, but unfortunately I kept going the wrong way! Jess was pretty pissed when she realised that I'd kidnapped her!! But I bought her cheesy-chips n everything was cool again lol. So yeah we got back to mine and every1 was out! They'd left the place in an unbelievable mess, so I tidied up, I later found out they'd left in a hurry cuz of a train! I got to show Jess my pianistic skills and taught her to waltz and cha cha :oD&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs 4 a while, I put on sum gentle music and we just sat on my bed, I was giving her a massage so she was sat between my legs. I got bored massaging so she jus lay back, we must have sat there at least 30 mins, not saying a word. Just being together, me stroking her hair. Was really gud. Then for some reason she jumps up and runs out to have a cigarette. Leaving me not knowing what the hell is going on!! Anyway we sort things out and I get a phonecall from Nan saying do we want fish n chips. We already had that today, so we got our own chinese. When we got back every1 was there so we all said hi n stuff, my unk (Paul) had come over with the chips. We all chatted 4 a bit then my lil cuz's did a 'show' which was fun, was impressed with Katy-may's dancing actually! (the youngest, 4 I think.)&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the Lamb (my local pub about 10 mins walk up the road) was pretty funny cuz Nan made Chris (my auntie) wear the reflective belt thing :oD. Got to the pub, I bought the first round. Jess had double vodka, lemonade and lime!! I had my usual (Jack n Coke). We chatted for ages, was really good. Told some funny stories like Paul's skis!! And some not so funny camping trip stories. Ahem. Chris bought the second round, we chatted some more and left the pub at about 12. We walked home, when we got there we finished the chinese and cracked open Jess' Absolute! Which between us we finished (with coke of course) am sure Jess is a bad influence, getting my family drunk!!! We watched 'Run ronnie run' which I'm sure was funnier the last time I watched it!&lt;br /&gt;After a bit me n Jess went up2 bed.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning me n Jess drove to Exeter as she had college. I parked by her college and went to the pub preparing to wait a coupla hours. Was sat down with a drink and a bowl of chips when I got a phone call saying she was out already and waiting by the car!&lt;br /&gt;Drove to Jess' place. She gave me the grand tour and we snuggled down on the sofa watching tv and playing with her cats. Later Jade came over (Jess' bestest buddy) she's cute, pretty too. Unfortunately I use people's names too much and got them a little bit mixed up. Ahem. After a bit Jess' sis Emma, came home, said nothing and went upstairs!!&lt;br /&gt;After a bit we decided to go down to the beach. We found a nice quiet spot on the sea-front and parked facing the sea and put on some quiet music and relaxed together for like 3 hours. Then all of a sudden she went weird, so I went quiet wondering what to do and she said "did I want to take her home". I said "Is that a question or a suggestion?" She said "a question" I answered "No thanks I'm fine." She replied "Ok a suggestion" I said "Ok then" and drove her home in silence. She got out of the car and asked for a kiss, which I declined and she went back into her house. I sat outside her house for a bit, not knowing how to feel or what to think. She came out again and I didn't say anything. Then after she went back in I was sending her a text to ask her to come out and talk to me when my battery died. So as I had no way of talking to her I waited 5 mins, took a deep breath and left...&lt;br /&gt;I've just called Jess to let her know I got home ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114038776064570327?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114038776064570327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114038776064570327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114038776064570327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114038776064570327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-back-from-dropping-off-jess.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114037149103838760</id><published>2006-02-15T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:04:24.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night was a ton of fun after an initial false(ish) start! I picked Jess up from the train station and she looked absolutely amazing and that's no exageration. We then drove down to Torquay (Yes that's what I said!!) Is actually a gorgeous bit of coastline known slightly ostentaciously as 'The English Riviera". As opposed to the location of Faulty Towers which I must admit did concern me!!! Anyway, we got into the town and saw our hotel up on the cliff-tops and it looked fantastic. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/imperialtorquay_pic1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/200/imperialtorquay_pic1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in and went up to out room. The first thing we saw when we got into our room was the sea view. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/That%20Place%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only it had been sunnier!!! It didn't rain until about 1am but was just kinda cloudy which was a shame. There was a lovely garden just below us that led to the cliffs. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/That%20Place%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our own balcony which was really nice (And useful seeings as Jess smokes. Ahem.) Then we decided to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/That%20Place%20003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exchange Valentines gifts. Jess got me this huge card with the cutest message inside and a bag of stuff; a cute little 'horny devil' and some other incredibly sexy stuff that we both enjoyed later but unfortunately she kept..! Not sure how that 1 works but hey. Lol. I got her some Milk Tray (I hear the lady loves it!) Oh and a bottle of Absolute which Jess loves :oD but didn't have much of, but I'll get to that later. So yeah the present giving resulted in the first kiss of the night which I have to admit was more than slightly awkward! But neighbours had started so there was no time for that! Ahem. Yeah so we watch neighbours, then Simpsons, then Hollyoaks! I must confess that I got the tiniest bit stressed about not getting any attention and sulked on the balcony for like 10 mins 'relaxing' lol. T&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/imperialtorquay_pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/200/imperialtorquay_pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen I came back in, said "I want a snog!" got one and things were cool again :oD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We laid on the bed together watching the sun setting and the lights coming on across the bay. Then twas time for dinner, so we went downstairs to the 'Regatta Restaurant' which was gorgeous, also with a sea-view. It had a dress code, so I was in my suit with a red tie (of course) and Jess looked fantastic with a halter-neck top and these hott 3quarter trousers that made her ass look amazing :oD although she &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;wearing this weird cardigan-type thing that I still don't understand!! When we arrived Jess was presented with a red rose. We sat down and I ordered a bottle of wine and Jess ordered a "jug-of-water-with-ice-and-lemon" (not sure why but I&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/That%20Place%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/200/That%20Place%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; found it quite funny!) Jess doesn't generally like wine but liked this1, I keep saying that I have impeccable taste lol. (Well look at Jess...) The food was really good; for starter I had Seafood Boullibaisse which was really tasty, Jess had Tomato Soup. For main I had steak (what a surprise) Jess had Pork. For dessert I had Pineapple somethingorother and Jess had ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then got the ice bucket and took the wine up to our room. Filled our glasses with the remainder of the wine, put the Asti in the ice bucket and went downstairs to mingle. I finished my wine and so bought myself a Malibu and Coke (FOR LIKE £6!!!) I would have showed Jessica my excellent pianistic skills but some dude was playing some nonsense instead so we went for a walk. We must have spent like 20 mins trying to find a way into the swimming pool but it was locked up pretty good so we gave up and explored some more! We then came to the garden. It was raining, but we decided to go 4 a walk anyway. It was raining pretty hard lol. It felt like something from an old movie, the pouring rain, the wind, the leading lady, the sound of the ocean hitting the cliffs below us. Was amazing, we kissed. It was the most mem&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/1600/That%20Place%20003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5708/2210/200/That%20Place%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orable and romantic kiss. All we needed was some background music and it would have been an oscar-winner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went back into the hotel all soaking wet and got smiles from every1 as we went past! Went to our room and whatever and fell asleep in each others arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114037149103838760?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114037149103838760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114037149103838760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114037149103838760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114037149103838760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-night-was-ton-of-fun-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-114045184701360002</id><published>2006-02-13T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:10:47.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from a fun-filled evening with Nao and her friends. I drove over and met her at a pub in Chip. I'd got her a lil gift for Valentines seeings as we're friends n stuff so that's all cool.&lt;br /&gt;I got there and everyone looked surprised to see me, but apparently Nao had told them I was coming so that was cool. Nao was playing pool n I was jus chatting with her sis n mates which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Was a nice relaxed evening, perhaps we're making some progress towards being friends. Oh and I got a mixed kebab on the way home of course :oD (which my auntie decided she needed to steal lots of... ahem...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later daters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-114045184701360002?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/114045184701360002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=114045184701360002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114045184701360002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/114045184701360002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-back-from-fun-filled-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113978659464568421</id><published>2006-02-12T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:23:14.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been fun. Uneventful but fun!&lt;br /&gt;My auntie's coming over tomorrow so I finished tidying the office, watched some snowboarding, took pup for a stroll n that's really about it!&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me they love me today and that made me smile a fair amount :oD&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be dropping into place for me and I'm loving it. I'm getting on amazingly with my family and life really is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Cannonball by Damien Rice, love this tune. Very chilled out.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't watched a movie for ages! What's the world coming to! Was gonna watch Last Days but I heard it was lame!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that'll do 4 now. Can't believe I've been doing this every day for over a week now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113978659464568421?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113978659464568421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113978659464568421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113978659464568421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113978659464568421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-has-been-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113969124109549531</id><published>2006-02-11T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:54:01.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Decided What I Want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the girl who fall's in love with me to look at me and see ME,&lt;br /&gt;See the guy who makes her laugh when she cries,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who makes her smile when she's down,&lt;br /&gt;The guy she can make smile by just looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the guy who kisses her when she's sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who gets kissed whilst he's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who holds her close when she's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the guy she calls when she has good news,&lt;br /&gt;The guy she wants to see when she has great news.&lt;br /&gt;The guy she calls when she's had a good day...just to let him know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to look and see the guy she knows everything about,&lt;br /&gt;The guy she trusts with her most intimate secrets,&lt;br /&gt;The guy that trusts her with his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the guy she looks at and thinks ‘I can’t believe he's mine’,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who'd look back at her and think ‘I’m the luckiest guy alive’.&lt;br /&gt;The guy that she REALLY knows and still she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to be the guy she wants to see first thing in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;The guy she wants to see the last thing at night before she closes her eyes. The guy that leaves notes on her teddies for her,&lt;br /&gt;The guy that buys teddies for her…just because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the guy she knows she wants to be with for the rest of her life,&lt;br /&gt;The guy she wants now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;The guy she'll love no matter what as long as they are together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this too much for a guy to ask?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that guy…&lt;br /&gt;I have tried, loved and lost but I’ll keep looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113969124109549531?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113969124109549531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113969124109549531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113969124109549531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113969124109549531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-decided-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113969058092033193</id><published>2006-02-11T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T20:43:00.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I fallen victim to Hamlet's curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain and confusion of over-analysis and 'thinking too much'. Am I falling in love? It's been such a long time, do they feel the same way?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get hurt but at the same time I won't let life pass me by. I don't want to wake up one morning alone with the realisation that I've been a spectator of my own existance.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a big deal, I do just fine on my own. I'm just confused. I really like this person. Maybe I'm falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;Am I even ready to fall in love again?&lt;br /&gt;Well. I've definitely picked myself up, dusted myself off so maybe &lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt; ready to try again.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is is that it's impossible to allow a person to &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; get to know you without the possiblity of getting hurt. Vunerability is a scary, scary place to be.&lt;br /&gt;If only someone could tell me what I want! It'd make life a helluva lot easier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in answer to my question I think I can hear a resounding "YES!" so that'll be an area for development!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Cool, laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Song tip for the day - Welcome to Wherever you are by Bon Jovi... Amazing track encapsulating exactly how I feel or would like to feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113969058092033193?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113969058092033193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113969058092033193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113969058092033193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113969058092033193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-i-fallen-victim-to-hamlets-curse.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113965415828624896</id><published>2006-02-11T10:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:36:26.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone special came back into my life. I'm not sure how it's going to pan out so am trying not to get excited. I really like her and I think she likes me back (which makes a change :op).&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, when I know more, so will you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113965415828624896?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113965415828624896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113965415828624896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113965415828624896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113965415828624896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-special-came-back-into-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113960663721248198</id><published>2006-02-10T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:23:57.223Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello one and all...&lt;br /&gt;Things are all good! Was a little down today about my Politics presentation but that all turned out ok!&lt;br /&gt;It's like I have come to the end of a tunnel and I can SEE THE LIGHT BROTHER!!! Which is good. :oD&lt;br /&gt;So yeh. It's quite peculiar that I am writing this on the same day as Nao appears to be feeling the same way, but nevermind lol&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the afore mentioned Paul today and I was thinking that I might send him a text saying something like everything's cool or something and that he's a lucky guy yadda yadda yadda cuz I know Nao really likes him n stuff but I didn't know how to word it or even if there was any point!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, life is good. Looking forward to Tuesday, Jess is quite excited too n apparently I'm in for quite a treat lol.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we've got is ridiculously posh; I have to wear a jacket and tie in the restaurant and Jess can't wear trousers!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113960663721248198?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113960663721248198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113960663721248198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113960663721248198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113960663721248198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113952535143502340</id><published>2006-02-09T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:49:11.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FANTASTIC NEWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally completely 100% &lt;em&gt;over &lt;/em&gt;Naomi! :oD&lt;br /&gt;I know this because I went over to hers tonight to use her computer to do an assignment. Then we talked a little, then I gave her a massage (ahem topless) and then we kissed. It was all nice and stuff but there was definitely no &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;or anything like that. It just felt good! Then she had to go pick up her sis so we went outside to our cars and she wouldn't give me a goodbye kiss cuz she said she didn't want me, she wanted Paul! AND GUESS WHAT??? I actually, really and honestly didn't care! I laughed and meant it. I actually thought it was funny, not a nervous laugh or anything like that. I really didn't care! So if that doesn't tell me something, nothing will!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is all good n jiggy baybeh :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin' the dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113952535143502340?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113952535143502340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113952535143502340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113952535143502340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113952535143502340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/fantastic-news-im-finally-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113941152782874256</id><published>2006-02-08T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:19:16.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took lil pup for a stroll today. Jess called cuz I hung up on her last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking forward to Valentines. I had a revelation; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some of the best memories are huge mistakes..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life is made up of experiences, it's too short to stop yourself from feeling. All we have are our memories. Life is about living so live it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all for now. Talk later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113941152782874256?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113941152782874256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113941152782874256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113941152782874256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113941152782874256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/took-lil-pup-for-stroll-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113935879894750682</id><published>2006-02-08T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:34:05.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could stop caring about Naomi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love with her anymore or anything but I still care about her as a person. She just called me up wondering why I hadn't called her back after she hung up on me like I usually do. I explained that I was done with her and couldn't be bothered anymore and I really meant it. Then she got all upset and crying and stuff and I crumpled like a cheap suit like I always have. I hate it when people are upset and my natural reaction is to try and fix it. So we started talking and then she hung up again, and stupid stupid me called her back which was exactly what she wanted. She just wanted the satisfaction of cutting off my call. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---- Genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113935879894750682?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113935879894750682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113935879894750682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113935879894750682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113935879894750682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-i-could-stop-caring-about-naomi.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113925799600558316</id><published>2006-02-06T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:07:56.213Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in shock.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I just had 2 phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;1 phone call was with Jess.&lt;br /&gt;I called her to discuss what we were doing on Valentines. I'd found this gorgeous 5* hotel with a private balcony, sea view and loadsa other stuff like indoor, outdoor pool and solarium the deal I had got included dinner and breakfast too. So I called her up to talk about it. Turns out there's more to this guy last night (who now turns out to be called Lee) I can tell she really likes the guy. She's only known him a week and says she likes him as much as she likes me. We've been talking like 5 times a day for about 4 months. She also let it be known that she is not attracted to me (even though she wants to be). She also said that she really likes me and wants to have feelings for me, but she doesn't. She said she was trying to make herself have feelings for me but she couldn't. The conversation ended with her saying that she didn't want to see me on Valentines (I'm guessing maybe she has other plans). She said that she doesn't want to stop talking to me though.Now all this may come across as intensly negative, but it was a moment of honesty from Jess and I respect that. I admit I was a little insulted that she was trying to force herself to fancy me. The thing you must understand about Jess is that she is genuinely a lovely girl and wouldn't ever deliberately hurt someone she cared about. When we were talking about not talking anymore we both thought it seemed like we were breaking up!It's funny; I think she wants to want me only she doesn't lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 2.&lt;br /&gt;I called Naomi to see how she was after what I told her last night. She was understandably pissed off and gave me the obligatory disgusted crap (which might I add was exactly right). But then came the revelation that left me so stunned that after she hung up I held the phone to my ear for what must have literally been about 5or6 minutes. I didn't know what to do, what to think, how to feel. Naomi has been sleeping with the one guy that I didn't want her to but that I knew deep down she was. This guy Paul. Perhaps the only guy that I consider myself to be better looking than. I said to her that I still didn't like the idea of her shagging other people and she said "you'll be glad to know that I've had sex with Paul" and hung up. I seriously could NOT believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must accept the fact that I am ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to stop looking for happiness, I just miss hugs and having someone tell me they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to end this on such an emo-sombre note but that's how I feel, so now I will bid you adieu x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113925799600558316?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113925799600558316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113925799600558316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113925799600558316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113925799600558316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113924792987368424</id><published>2006-02-06T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:45:29.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something last night that I wasn't proud of. I told Nao that I'd been cheating on her while we were going out. I can't justify what I did, I know we were having a lot of trouble in our relationship and I was feeling neglected and as though I was making most of the effort. But I still wish more than anything that I had never done it.&lt;br /&gt;Also spoke to Jess, this chick I like. Turns out she kissed some 'sexy guy' last night. I dunno if I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; like her or not. She's all kinds of wrong for me, but there's still something about her. Even though she asked if I was 'proud' of her. She didn't mean to apparently, but still...&lt;br /&gt;We might be going for a date on Valentines, not sure how smart that is but I enjoy spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;Might write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113924792987368424?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113924792987368424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113924792987368424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113924792987368424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113924792987368424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-did-something-last-night-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113924726334315491</id><published>2006-02-06T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:34:23.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching the news today about the muslim protests in London. I think the whole thing is disgusting and blown out of all proportion. Why is it that people can make fun of Christians with things such as the Jerry Springer Opera with no protests, only letter and petitions. But 10 cartoons have caused people to be killed &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4684652.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4684652.stm&lt;/a&gt; it is terrible. There were people in London saying that they were going to commit attrocities in the UK and Europe yet there was not a single arrest? What happened to zero tolerance? This whole thing is messed up.&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be allowed to continue un-checked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113924726334315491?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113924726334315491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113924726334315491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113924726334315491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113924726334315491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-watching-news-today-about-muslim.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113918105202407599</id><published>2006-02-05T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:10:52.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come what may..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moulin Rouge was on Channel 5 tonight, I must confess I got a little bleary-eyed as this flick used to mean a lot to me. I know all the words to all the songs and 'Come what may' used to be a very important song to me. This movie as will the person that shall remain inextricably linked with it will always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113918105202407599?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113918105202407599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113918105202407599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113918105202407599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113918105202407599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/come-what-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113916139578609691</id><published>2006-02-05T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:53:00.116Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the worst night last night...&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be working on the door in Chip but at around 7pm got conned into driving to Bristol to work at the Casino, which wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad if everything else had gone to plan cuz they are alledgedly giving me cash for it tomorrow. Thing is that the dude that I was working with was the prick that got me into shit for 'being drunk at work' when I was working new years. So yeah am not exactly cheerful with this wanker when I pick him up, but anyways we drive on regardless (I won't be working with him again) pretty uneventful drive until we get into Bristol where I fucking get flashed by another speed camera! Last time I drove to Bristol I did as well. Only thing is I think I was going like 60 in a 30 this time and is scaring the crap outta me as to wats gonna happen about it. I couldn't see the camera cuz it was sat on a traffic light I think so maybe I say that cuz they gots 2 be visible right??&lt;br /&gt;We get to the casino n the valet parking dude is there and he takes my car away only I leave my hairgel in the car so am forced to start work with stupid fluffy-looking hair! I try water and that only has some kind of temporary effect but it reverts back to fluffy, so I get the dude to get my gel outta the car.&lt;br /&gt;Then the lovely and charming Sarah is working at reception. Now Sarah is about as Bristolian as Brunel and sounds like it and has an attitudse problem that has to be seen to be believed!!! so that was pretty bad, then fucking Pete (the other doorman) kept disappearing to have coffees and cigarettes which was bad, but what &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pissed me off was when I was walking around inside (admittedly talking to a fine-looking lady but that's irrelevant) he sent the valet guy to come find me and tell me that "I had to go to reception NOW!" so I'm thinking maybe something is happenind so I walk over quickluy but no, Pete wants a fucking coffee doesn't he!! Fucking bitch-ass-motherfucking-shitty-cocksmoking-prickboy. He has the gall to demand that I come over just so he can have a coffee? Who the fuck does he think it is, by now I'm seriously considering smacking him in his fucking goofy looking head. Maybe like 2 hours later I'm feeling hot so I'm standing by the entrance, which is no problem, I can stand there when guess who shows up? Pete. Pete says I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to go into reception and stand in a certain place cuz he now needs a piss. I mean seriously, I don't like being ordered around by someone in authority but this twat has none! Then, to put the fucking icing on the cake Nao calls me up saying that she's made me a pizza, not just any pizza either, my ultimate favourite pizza and she was going to bring it to me where I was working in Chippenham, but no. I'm not there am I? She didn't get my message telling her either until it was too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to update..&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably losing my driving licence AND getting a fine I can't afford to pay.&lt;br /&gt;I worked with a fucking wanker.&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on the Ultimate Pizza (Called a 'Happy Feast' ironically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all so I could get a measly whatever it is more in cash tomorrow which will be much less than the fine anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's messed up, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also turned down hott sex with a better looking version of Chantelle only not so dappy cuz a) She was wasted and I am a gentleman, so will never take advantage (which yes can be annoying but doing the right thing feels good (Ok yeah possibly not as good as hott sex with a foxy chick but still quite good))  and b) I'm kinda hung up over sum1 else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm bored, I'm going now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113916139578609691?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113916139578609691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113916139578609691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113916139578609691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113916139578609691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-worst-night-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113906537270773380</id><published>2006-02-04T14:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:02:52.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an interesting coupla days, never felt quite as tired as I did yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Was on the fone Thurs nite until like 2am, then as I had to leave the house at about 5(ish) I figured there was no point going to sleep so I watched the end of War of The Worlds instead. The movie took a little longer and I didn't end up leaving 'til 5:17 (I checked lol) Oh yeah, by the way I had to go pick up my Nan from Heathrow as she had just come back from visiting my Mummy in America. So Yeah, I left at 5:17 and arrived at Heathrow carpark at 6:30 which is kinda quick, but I went a new route so it's probably mostly the route...ahem... But yeah, got there at 6:30 and her flight wasn't landing 'til 6:40 so there was plenty of time. Got to arrivals, sat down and started doing some of my Politics coursework (no point wasting time is there) I didn't realise how bloody cold it was sitting next to the arrivals door, so I'm sat in Starbucks drinking hot chocolate doing work, watching the screens and freezing my ass off!! The Plane lands at 7:13 which is annoying as I've now been here 43 minutes and rushed to make sure I wasn't late. Then I'm trying to do work whilst glancing up to see when baggage for the flight arrives in the hall. All the other arrivals around it and quite a lot after it are all there but not flight BA202 from Detroit. It eventually shows up on the screen while I'm on my second cup of hot chocolate, so I pack my things away and wait by the gate (which is even colder than where I was just sat!) So anyways Nan doesn't come out until like 7.53!!! I rushed to get there and had to wait 83 minutes, can u believe that shit?? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;The we drove back, after Snoop going mental in the car as she was happy to see Nan that is. We stopped at Reading services for gas and breakfast. Then drove to college (bear in mind I've &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; had no sleep!) Get there at about 10:20(ish) and so we ( me n Nan) go to the library. Nan reads her book and I do some more of my politics. Then I go2 my politics lesson and I'm desperately trying to keep my eyes open but my head keeps dropping and I make up some bullshit excuse why I can't do the second part of the lesson after lunch, dentist I think and go get Nan, drive home and sleep for 24 hours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113906537270773380?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113906537270773380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113906537270773380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113906537270773380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113906537270773380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-interesting-coupla-days-never-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113883241461025017</id><published>2006-02-01T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:20:14.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I literally did nothing today and that's sooo bad. I have to pick up my Nan from the airport on Friday morning, early and have to clean the house and the car and stuff. I really can't be arsed! Oh I did take Snoop for a walk, but that's about it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the best film in the world right now, The Godfather Part II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it for now, ttyl x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113883241461025017?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113883241461025017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113883241461025017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113883241461025017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113883241461025017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-literally-did-nothing-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21821234.post-113883154281495768</id><published>2006-02-01T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:05:42.823Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been offered a place at Nottingham Uni to study law!! They were my first choice, I was so scared after taking my LNAT that my whole life hinged on one exam! Fortunately I did well, well obviously! I can't wait, I just have to work really really really hard now, this was the motivation I needed.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Hollyoaks now anyway so I'd better go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21821234-113883154281495768?l=goneloco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/feeds/113883154281495768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21821234&amp;postID=113883154281495768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113883154281495768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21821234/posts/default/113883154281495768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goneloco.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-been-offered-place-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Loco</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
