<?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-6208972</id><updated>2012-02-02T17:01:55.948-04:00</updated><category term='buffet'/><title type='text'>dashboard.</title><subtitle type='html'>i used to be better. much better. well, i used to be younger.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5453540745947490656</id><published>2009-11-05T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:45:06.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buffet'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.espacogaliileu.com.br/granja_fotos.htmllindo lugar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5453540745947490656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5453540745947490656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5453540745947490656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-560645587337652606</id><published>2009-11-04T12:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:37:34.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>assim.audrey, sempre sempre linda.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/560645587337652606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=560645587337652606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/560645587337652606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/560645587337652606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2009/11/assim.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SvGtevU_Q0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9ZUNahkQQ-w/s72-c/audrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2428857695425763134</id><published>2009-11-04T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:23:18.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bridezilla.eu não quero viver aquela fase bridezilla.o casamento não deve ser assim, né? deve ser uma coisa tranqüila, linda...mas não é.falta pouco menos de um ano e já leio diversos blogs de noivas.o casório já aconteceu na minha cabeça umas quatrocentas vezes.já fiz e refiz a lista de convidados (a minha, porque o futuromarido nem tchuns ainda).já quis igreja, não quis igreja, quis igreja </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2428857695425763134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2428857695425763134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2428857695425763134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2428857695425763134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2009/11/bridezilla.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1237617317065902395</id><published>2009-10-29T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:06:54.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um ano após o último post.terminei a faculdade, tô quase terminando a extensão, em breve fará um ano que moramosjuntos.comecei a organizar os pensamentos pro casamento.talvez valha a pena voltar a escrever.porque vai ser um momento turbulento...ai, vai.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1237617317065902395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1237617317065902395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1237617317065902395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1237617317065902395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-ano-apos-o-ultimo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8256595339052047463</id><published>2008-09-17T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:52:57.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hope we get our dreams.poderia escrever os meus votos agora. aqueles que a gente fala quando casa. ou não. em todos os filmes as pessoas fazem votos e eu quero fazer também. problema meu. mas que poderia escrever meus votos agora. ontem também, mas tão cansada nem consegui ligar o computador. porque quando a gente olha nos olhos de alguém com milhares de sentimentos, é a hora. quando ir para a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8256595339052047463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8256595339052047463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8256595339052047463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8256595339052047463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hope-we-get-our-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-310451707721834247</id><published>2008-08-19T10:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:59:11.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oi universitário idiota do curso de ciências sociais. eu ouvi o seu comentário sobre a minha bunda e gostaria imensamente de agradecê-lo pelo elogio chauvinista. felizmente sou muito mais que um pedaço de carne exposto no açougue - apesar de titulada relações públicas. você merece uma vida triste - fadado ao fracasso por, apesar de tão inteligente, fazer comentários tão burros a respeito de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/310451707721834247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=310451707721834247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/310451707721834247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/310451707721834247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/08/oi-universitrio-idiota-do-curso-de.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3904583456115219351</id><published>2008-07-09T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:01:22.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sã0 20h.eu cheguei às 08h30'.tá bom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3904583456115219351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3904583456115219351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3904583456115219351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3904583456115219351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/07/s0-20h.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8478470375634197179</id><published>2008-07-03T09:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:24:19.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>na. na. na.mil anos depois e me pergunto se ainda vale a pena vir aqui e escrever e escrever e escrever.cada vez mais trabalho e cada vez menos tempo e cada vez mais preocupação e cada vez menos decepções.porque eu estou inacreditavelmente preparada para as decepções.e - o pior - muita muita muita felicidade gigante convivendo pacificamente com as minhas confusões. parece que, finalmente, há </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8478470375634197179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8478470375634197179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8478470375634197179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8478470375634197179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/07/na.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5988751952059746219</id><published>2008-04-24T12:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:01:27.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>enquanto ocupo minha imaginação com os dias que virão, e-mails engraçados e saudades doloridas, vou lendo meus próprios arquivos de um blog oculto.registra que sou a rainha da analogia sem sentido.aproveita e registra também que as coisas nunca mudaram. mesmo quando quisemos acreditar que sim.  hoje pouco me importa a ausência de espaço nas tuas gavetas, se houver a necessidade compro um lugar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5988751952059746219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5988751952059746219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5988751952059746219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5988751952059746219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/04/enquanto-ocupo-minha-imaginao-com-os.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1716029168432777932</id><published>2008-04-16T13:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:48:57.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ai.over youi'm never overover yousomething about youit's just the way you movethe way you move mei'm so good at forgettingand i quit every game i've playedbut forgive me lovei can't turn and walk away this way.ai.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1716029168432777932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1716029168432777932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1716029168432777932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1716029168432777932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/04/ai.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SAY14kH40NI/AAAAAAAAADc/qnnYE-dshzY/s72-c/IMG_3034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7949623685654680481</id><published>2008-04-14T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:14:37.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's always better when we're together.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7949623685654680481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7949623685654680481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7949623685654680481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7949623685654680481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-always-better-when-were-together.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2098455241378138311</id><published>2008-04-10T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:06:51.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't you bring me down today. a coisa mais complicada no frio é achar uma posição para dormir. porque demora muito pra cama esquentar. daí vira e vira. e lembra que esqueceu de colocar o celular pra despertar. e levanta. e acha o celular. e deita. e vira e vira. e nada da cama esquentar. e levanta. e coloca mais uma coberta. e deita. e vira. e vira. e nada da cama esquentar.tenho certeza de que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2098455241378138311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2098455241378138311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2098455241378138311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2098455241378138311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-you-bring-me-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7592840062492018956</id><published>2008-04-06T18:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:01:37.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>que saiam de perto de mim todos aqueles negativos, com suas exigências absurdas e suas transferências de culpa.eu tô buscando a redenção.tô buscando um pouco de paz de espírito, tranqüilidade, um pouco de amor-próprio. preciso viver a minha vida, os meus problemas, e encontrar, sozinha, as minhas soluções.tenho certeza que a ajuda necessária vem. ela sempre chega de onde a gente menos espera.até </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7592840062492018956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7592840062492018956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7592840062492018956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7592840062492018956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-saiam-de-perto-de-mim-todos-aqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5658632881679166034</id><published>2008-04-03T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:26:28.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't remember what went wrong last september though i'm sure you'd remind me if you had to."she thinks i can't see the smile that she's fakingand poses for pictures that aren't being takingi loved yougrey sweatpants no make upso perfectour love was comfortable and so broken inshe's perfectso flawlessi'm not impressedi want you back..."e foi isso que me veio a cabeça depois de uma risada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5658632881679166034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5658632881679166034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5658632881679166034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5658632881679166034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-remember-what-went-wrong-last.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-6184859571817917040</id><published>2008-03-31T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:26:10.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje acordei produtiva.contando os dias para que chegue o dia 11.:)11. 12. 13. 14 de manhã.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/6184859571817917040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=6184859571817917040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6184859571817917040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6184859571817917040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoje-acordei-produtiva.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-6436212871036876350</id><published>2008-03-28T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:03:47.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alguém ME avisa?eu concluo que trabalhar mata.eu concluo que trabalhar mata lentamente o cidadão à medida que o absorve e tudo, mas absolutamente TUDO, é trabalho na vida da pessoa.quando até uma ida ao restaurante vira compromisso profissional, algo deve estar errado. ou os momentos sociais podem ser gerados por contatos corporativos?não sei mais definir o que é trabalho e o que é prazer. o rh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/6436212871036876350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=6436212871036876350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6436212871036876350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6436212871036876350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/algum-me-avisa-eu-concluo-que-trabalhar.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5007923200182456588</id><published>2008-03-24T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:17:39.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me faz TÃO feliz.abraço, beijo, cheiro, corpo enrolado, carinho, cafuné, mãos dadas, comidinhas, bebidinhas, olhos bobos, dancinhas e tudo mais o que eu tiver direito.chega logo! chega logo!eu quero o mês de abril com todas as minhas forças.:)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5007923200182456588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1317257472401347870</id><published>2008-03-24T10:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:03:05.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>das coisas para se fazer antes de morrer.(ou: de como a minha vida se tornou um episódio de sex and the city)menina1: deixa de ser exigente e fresca  ele pode dizer: não sei se faz meu tipo, muito fresca  daí eu xingo ele...  menina2: mas eu sou fresca...  menina1: assim como a ti  menina2: eu sou um pouco fresca, mesmo...é verdade.  menina1: "pouco"  sei...  menina2: Ó!  menina1: ele pode dizer,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1317257472401347870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Obrigada por colocá-las em minha vida, para que eu saiba, mais adiante, dar valor a tudo o que foi conquistado.Sendo assim, sigo tentando.(um suspiro)Amém.(e agora eu adoraria ganhar um abraço, um carinho na cabeça, e um: vai ficar tudo bem.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4415876266220305768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4415876266220305768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4415876266220305768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4415876266220305768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/deus-obrigada-por-me-dar-foras-para.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-876142993491994211</id><published>2008-03-15T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:54:42.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deborah sobe na balança, não sem antes retirar os crocs-amarelos-final-de-semana, e constata: 24 anos - turning 25/ pushing 30 - 1,67m e 55kg.a razão da invisibilidade é que realmente estou desaparecendo.eu gostaria de ter estagnado nos 57kg.me faz menos pirulita.sou apenas uma cabeça que anda.eu queria ser uma barbie, mas me tornei uma bratz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5479333344419985049</id><published>2008-03-14T19:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:40:43.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>depois de viver o pior dia da minha vida, protagonizando "the worst so far - by deborah stempkowski", constatei que sou invisível.1- quando chego no hall do prédio, a luz que acende com sensor de movimento/calor/não-sei NUNCA acende.2 - a porta do shopping FECHOU em cima de mim.3 - as escadas rolantes que ligam quando alguém chega perto não funcionam comigo.eu sou invisível.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5479333344419985049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5479333344419985049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5479333344419985049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5479333344419985049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/depois-de-viver-o-pior-dia-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7178017217442595346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7178017217442595346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/menu.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1380733905631314881</id><published>2008-03-12T10:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:33:31.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in front of total strangers won't you kiss me?é óbvio que ainda vou sofrer desesperadamente porque assim é quando a gente gosta muito de alguém e eu sei disso.mas, porém, contudo, todavia: o mundo tá aí.ontem recebi a ligação MAIS engraçada de todas as ligações engraçadas do universo que compreende 1983-2008. vamos lá: tem esse rapaz que é amigo da amiga da amiga que virou minha amiga. da vida, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1380733905631314881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1380733905631314881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1380733905631314881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1380733905631314881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-front-of-total-strangers-wont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-189302136269160902</id><published>2008-03-11T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:16:16.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não tô te pedindo pra ficare não vou te encher de promessaseu te quero bem, mas no amor eu tenho pressavá se acostumando com a minha ausênciafaça logo as pazes com sua consciênciae veja se você erroutrilhe seu caminhofaça suas apostasmas não me deixe aqui buscando as respostasque você nunca encontroueu sou apenas uma criança indefesavocê parece uma caixinha de surpresasse for assim, meu </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5306324077867527644</id><published>2008-03-10T11:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:02:37.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aleatório.e enquanto alguns casam, outros preenchem planilhas de custos, formalizam orçamentos e aguardam ansiosamente pela chegada do pack 1: 4 uramakis califórnia    2 niguiri salmão  2 niguiri kani  2 niguiri peixe branco  2 niguiri skin.mas me dei o direito de pedir uma mousse de chocolate. mesmo que fique no frigobar me encarando para todo o sempre até ser gentilmente depositado no lixo, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5306324077867527644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5306324077867527644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5306324077867527644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5306324077867527644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/aleatrio.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1936745753437136310</id><published>2008-03-10T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:38:28.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>would you marry me today?e bem já vão três amigas o-f-i-c-i-a-l-i-z-a-n-d-o a união.eu sinto uma felicidade tão enorme em cada ligação. em cada "eu queria te dar a notícia em primeira mão". em cada gargalhada da noiva.porque as noivas contam de uma forma toda diferente dos noivos. pra ser sincera ainda não tive um amigo homem dando a notícia, mas certamente será completamente diferente. porque </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1936745753437136310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1936745753437136310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1936745753437136310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1936745753437136310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-you-marry-me-today-e-bem-j-vo-trs.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2553792553011145229</id><published>2008-03-10T07:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:18:55.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you wanted to leave me, babe, so won't you leave me alone?e mais um domingo termina trazendo uma segunda-feira carregada e triste e dolorida.a dor de coração é,  de longe, a pior de todas do universo.meter reading:  8 march 10-16: romantic, fun-loving venus scoots into your social sector this week, quickly followed by cerebral, clever mercury. this makes you hilariously funny, just a touch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2553792553011145229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2553792553011145229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2553792553011145229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2553792553011145229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-wanted-to-leave-me-babe-so-wont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2436983396407664418</id><published>2008-03-07T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T12:38:47.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vamserespeita, minha gente.pega essa do meu vizinho de, tipo, 100 anos:vizi: - e como vai o carrão?  (referindo-se ao rodinhas)debo: - tá ótimo!vizi: - e a motorista, hein? (cara de tarado MASTER) tá melhor ainda...registra minha cara de: maonde?não há mais respeito no mundo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2436983396407664418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2436983396407664418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2436983396407664418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2436983396407664418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/vamserespeita-minha-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2745204237445260706</id><published>2008-03-05T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:55:12.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>devaneia.e hoje me peguei falando sobre como pais solteiros podem ser charmosos. pais solteiros com crianças jantando em um japonês. pais solteiros levando suas filhas bebês ao shopping. pais solteiros comprando presentes.até resolvi celebrar internamente a existência dos pais solteiros charmosos que dirigem mini vans.caso o plano A não dê certo, vou mudar a solicitação para santo antônio (com o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2745204237445260706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2745204237445260706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2745204237445260706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2745204237445260706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/devaneia.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-819814617772721413</id><published>2008-03-04T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:48:06.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quantas vezes mais? eu fecho meus olhos e imagino tudo. cor de parede, olhos de bebês, disposição de móveis, os teus movimentos. quando passo a mão no seu rosto, nos cabelos, nas costas - tô guardando as informações na cabeça, para resgatá-las sempre que necessário. e assim vou vivendo. das lembranças que você deixa. das memórias que a gente tem. das noites bem ou mal dormidas. de comida dada na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/819814617772721413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=819814617772721413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/819814617772721413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/819814617772721413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/03/quantas-vezes-mais-eu-fecho-meus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-6450806820902308778</id><published>2008-02-28T11:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:37:35.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>talvez em toda a nossa vida comum eu tenha parecido distante. na verdade, nunca estive tão próxima à alguém. e se agora sou um poço de ansiedade, toda desajeitada, sem saber onde colocar as mãos e os braços e as pernas, sem saber que roupa vestir para te agradar, sem saber exatamente sobre o quê devemos conversar e como agir, tenta entender que demorou muito tempo para que eu pudesse confiar em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/6450806820902308778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=6450806820902308778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6450806820902308778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6450806820902308778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/talvez-em-toda-nossa-vida-comum-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/R8bUqNcUUKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7QkatMCkXKA/s72-c/elevador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-9096583906872684979</id><published>2008-02-27T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T13:10:16.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu quero.sigo tendo uns espasmos engraçados pelo corpo. como se sentisse meus músculos vibrando de quando em quando.preciso levar o carro para lavar e ver o barulho estranho que faz atrás.  opiniões dão conta de que devo ter passado em um buraco e esteja com problemas de amortecedores. preciso instalar o rádio que toca mp3-e-liga-no-iPod.coloquei músicas novas no meu tocador de músicas portátil e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/9096583906872684979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=9096583906872684979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/9096583906872684979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/9096583906872684979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7045958304567062322</id><published>2008-02-24T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:27:31.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love forecast (www.elle.com/astrology)February 18-24: Love, seduction and uninhibited pleasure and satisfaction could become your favorite sports this week. You're not looking for anything complicated - you're looking for a direct route to whatever your sexual fantasy happens to be. You are willing to invest extra time, money and other resources in order to please someone and achieve mutual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7045958304567062322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7045958304567062322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7045958304567062322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7045958304567062322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-forecast-www_24.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1018352489468213945</id><published>2008-02-24T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:43:06.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu trabalho no domingo.escrevi e apaguei e vou viver uma semana de conflitos até que chegue a sexta-feira e eu faça ou não faça.seja o que for.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1018352489468213945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1018352489468213945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1018352489468213945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1018352489468213945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/eu-trabalho-no-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1301571000285177129</id><published>2008-02-19T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:20:19.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>velha.uma dor nas costas monstruosa. meu lado direito é prejudicado por uma tendinite furiosa. meus dentes todos estão doloridos, provavelmente porque passei a noite apertando a arcada dentária. os olhos cansados pelo computador (bright notebook from hell). tenho no estômago: um pão de queijo e café. minha pauta cresce diariamente. 2008 vai ser o ano do envelhecimento precoce.prestes a fazer 25 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1301571000285177129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1301571000285177129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1301571000285177129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1301571000285177129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/velha.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4993900501865359459</id><published>2008-02-18T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:15:26.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>os melhores amigos do mundo são meus.Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 06:05:29 -0800From: *********@yahoo.com.brSubject: Res: Enc: Voe a partir de R$ 99,00To: ************@hotmail.com; **************@hotmail.com  .ExternalClass DIV {;}     Vai! Vai! Aproveita e  depois chora. Faz a  vida ter graça! É, que adianta ficar em casa pensando se estás sofrendo igual? Vai,  vive e sofre. Que  jeito?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4993900501865359459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4993900501865359459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4993900501865359459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4993900501865359459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/os-melhores-amigos-do-mundo-so-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7258910690328030528</id><published>2008-02-15T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:53:54.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>open relationshipna pegada da música sertaneja meu carro tem uma doida que grita ao invés de cantar na direção. nada justifica, nem preciso me justificar. vamos variando entre forró e sertanejo. lágrima e risada."...volto pra vocêvolto pelo amornão importa se é um sonho pelo avessocada volta é um recomeçomas é paixão, e essas coisas de paixão não tem explicaçãoé simplesmente se entregar, deixar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7258910690328030528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7258910690328030528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7258910690328030528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7258910690328030528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/open-relationship-na-pegada-da-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8025936858842257757</id><published>2008-02-14T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:05:00.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uma vida pra tirar você da minha."...aliás, você anda meio pançudinho.eu ainda quero muito. quero às três da manhã de um sábado e não às sete da tarde de uma quarta. vamos viver uma história de verdade ou continuar encaixando nossos medos em horários seguros?eu quero agora, ontem, semana passada.amanhã não sei mais das minhas prioridades: posso querer viajar o mundo, dormir com pijama de criança </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8025936858842257757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8025936858842257757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8025936858842257757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8025936858842257757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/uma-vida-pra-tirar-voc-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8749344720826481678</id><published>2008-02-14T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:35:51.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>principessa, ôxi.só pra lembrar: eu não valho um centavo furado.e você, babe meu, não vale mais meia lágrima dos meus olhos.uma pena.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8749344720826481678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8749344720826481678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8749344720826481678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8749344720826481678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/principessa-xi.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3944325839738276410</id><published>2008-02-14T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:51:09.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meus cabelos lisos.eu tenho uma cabeleira lisa. lisa. lisa. lisa.é inacreditável, sabe?príncipe encantado, 'bora tomar banho comigo pra ver se dá o efeito: sequei linda?se passar por esse teste e pelo teste do "tudo o que é bom despenteia" vou correr até a cabeleireira e fazer uma reverência.mudou a minha vida.problema maior: apesar de ser tudo o que eu sempre quis em termos capilares, me sinto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3944325839738276410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3944325839738276410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3944325839738276410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3944325839738276410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/meus-cabelos-lisos.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5415063892845030408</id><published>2008-02-13T14:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:04:56.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ela é problemática....olho de thunderatá ligada em tudovê maldade nas coisas do mundoessa menina não é brincadeiraela toma conhaque, toma cachaça, quebra a cadeira...por favor, me leva de volta!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5415063892845030408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5415063892845030408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5415063892845030408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5415063892845030408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/ela-problemtica.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4330944361996516468</id><published>2008-02-13T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:57:50.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>carnaval.me amarre aqui por favor me prenda pra eu não voltaramor, amor meu amor me tranque pra eu não escapar.[amor de carnaval - babado novo]salvador 2009. eu quero muito. muito muito muito.diga aí se não parece que eu tô contemplando o casal caminhando na beira da praia? ó a dor de cotovelo aí gente! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4330944361996516468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4330944361996516468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4330944361996516468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4330944361996516468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/R7Mu_tcUUJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/auEfGNrGFqg/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4931573250405301043</id><published>2008-02-09T10:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:37:36.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>devo pedir desculpas a todos aqueles que foram atingidos pela minha fúria alcóolica last night.deborah, dando bafão interestadualmente.eu preciso de alguém que avise! ou faça parar.mas a frase que deve ser a síntese desse post: não me provoca. não-me-provoca.que saco, viu?besta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4931573250405301043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4931573250405301043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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extrato pré-férias e me deparo com esse estranhérrimo depósito.se ainda fossem 2.600,00...ui ui.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4141381998810580973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4141381998810580973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4141381998810580973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4141381998810580973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/quem-foi-que-depositou-em-dinheiro.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2287728657508807761</id><published>2008-01-29T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:25:36.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu sou viciada em sobrancelhas bem feitas.m-u-d-a a vida de uma mulher.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2287728657508807761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2287728657508807761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2287728657508807761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2287728657508807761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-sou-viciada-em-sobrancelhas-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4363878364991121216</id><published>2008-01-28T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:07:02.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>é sim. assim.e mais uma amiga cruza a linha divisória da solteirice. eu tô falando do próximo passo. da próxima cena. da seqüência natural dos fatos (a trema caiu?). seja lá como você chama o m-o-r-a-r-j-u-n-t-o.  e mais uma que faz isso assim, fazendo. nada de anos de namoro, nada de trezentos términos e voltas e flores e perdão. nada disso. simplesmente vai lá e faz e sabe que isso é certo. e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4363878364991121216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4363878364991121216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4363878364991121216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4363878364991121216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/sim.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/R538aM2saeI/AAAAAAAAACs/n-rwKRHtojU/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-130767981164172155</id><published>2008-01-28T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:09:15.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje é segunda-feira.na próxima segunda-feira estarei observando, de um barco, os peixinhos nadando em águas quentinhas.chega logo quinta-feira! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4818691723256725221</id><published>2008-01-26T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:09:15.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>comecei a arrumação da mala.é assim. eu sou uma pessoa antecedente. já separei as roupas da viagem, as roupas que usarei para os três dias de trabalho que seguem, as roupas com as quais vou viajar, fiz uma lista do que falta, outra lista do que p-r-e-c-i-s-o fazer até quarta, mais uma lista do que preciso comprar. são coisas de higiene pessoal, basicamente. poderia comprar lá, mas a neurose da </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4818691723256725221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3749884441946940004</id><published>2008-01-25T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:59:05.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje a eptc queria guinchar o rodinhas........mas não guinchou, nem multou. seria o almoço dia-de-semana mais caro da história da minha vida.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3749884441946940004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3749884441946940004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3749884441946940004'/><link rel='self' 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que não nos conhecemos.eu comento com quem está comigo: olha alí o fulaninho.ele comenta com quem está com ele: olha alí a fulaninha.e é a situação mais patética do universo trocar sms quando não podemos mais nos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2702655945233249698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2702655945233249698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2702655945233249698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2702655945233249698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_24.html' 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Sou demais. Ninguém entende nada. E eles adoram uma sonsa. Adoram. Mas dane-se. Um dia um louco, direto do planeta dos 2% de homens, vai aparecer. E que se dane a natureza gritando no meu ouvido que não posso ser assim. Que a boa fêmea sabe esperar nove meses, portanto deve saber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8487921966599232547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8487921966599232547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8487921966599232547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8487921966599232547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1051751728166081485</id><published>2008-01-21T05:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:01:13.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mas tem uma coisa que eu não gosto: abrir os olhos cedo de manhã e lembrar que era você nos meus sonhos. se é assim, nem quero mais lembrar dos sonhos.coisa chata esse negócio de inconsciente - quando não sincroniza com o consciente é um problema."aceitei os meus erros, me reinventei e virei a página..."dormi com o ipod na orelha, ligadérrimo, e acordei com a luka cantando.bom dia penúltima </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1051751728166081485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1051751728166081485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1051751728166081485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1051751728166081485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/mas-tem-uma-coisa-que-eu-no-gosto-abrir.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1559035794805876627</id><published>2008-01-20T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:47:01.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quem é que vai passar os próximos meses CHEIA de dívidas?eu!quem é que vai passar os próximos meses bem linda, bronzeada e com incríveis recordações do primeiro carnaval solteira em SEIS anos?eu!quem é que terá de trabalhar MUITO MUITO MUITO mais para dar conta de todos os compromissos financeiros assumidos?eu!quem é que já quer mais um biquíni novo? inclusive, já viu qual é o biquíni novo e está</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1559035794805876627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7299160321406408721</id><published>2008-01-18T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:26:45.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>por que tantas perguntas?por quê?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7299160321406408721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7299160321406408721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7299160321406408721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7299160321406408721'/><link rel='alternate' 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o medo da verdade...eu sei que eu, ah!, eu queria estar contigo, mas sei que não, sei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/6988985880934045690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=6988985880934045690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6988985880934045690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6988985880934045690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-faz-tem-um-dvida-que-me-afligiu.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5180269696162671940</id><published>2008-01-17T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:42:16.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>não é um período lá muito "sociável", mas nem sempre nós temos que estar dispostos à extroversão, não é mesmo? recolha-se e aproveite!é o que diz o meu horóscopo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5180269696162671940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5180269696162671940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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coisas planejadas começam a acontecer agora e eu, bem, eu acredito tanto no trabalho que não posso me dar ao luxo de desmotivar. não nesse campo específico da vida - o único com retorno concreto sobre o investimento.enfim, há de se fazer o que é necessário.queria lembrar o nome do vinho delícia que tomei ontem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8713515731533998225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8713515731533998225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8713515731533998225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8713515731533998225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/ol-frias.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2603758656995143417</id><published>2008-01-15T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:38:00.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>constrangidamente.todas as vezes, TODAS, em que deixo o carro para o manobrista aqui da garagem estacionar (ah, sim, é. eu não estaciono sozinha, e daí?) está dando no rádio uma propaganda de motel. eu já percebi, ele já percebeu, já tentei trocar de rádio, mas não adianta. hoje era antena 1. rádio de mãe, rádio de família, uma rádio sóbria. sinalizo que vou entrar à direita na garagem, reduzo </summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3584803502987837818</id><published>2008-01-14T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:34:43.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu tô no limbo.no limbo das amizades. no limbo dos relacionamentos. no limbo profissional.visto que a igreja católica agora nega a existência de tal posição geográfica, é aí que me encontro: no exato meio do nada, sabe assim?correr para qualquer lado parece sem sentido.mas ouvi uma coisa muito certa hoje: precisamos parar de nos culpar.se resolvemos ir embora da balada ruim e o mau humor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3584803502987837818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3584803502987837818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3584803502987837818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3584803502987837818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-t-no-limbo.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4958488205644434462</id><published>2008-01-14T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:32:26.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.depois de uma conversa de msn acabo de entender que está estampado na minha linda testa tratada com o que há de mais moderno em cosméticos: quero casar.puxa, nem é tão verdade assim.preciso, com urgência, trocar o letreiro luminoso da minha carinha.alguém avisa?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4958488205644434462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4958488205644434462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4958488205644434462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4958488205644434462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok_14.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5876436936198203216</id><published>2008-01-14T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:22:43.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't be a dumb dummie.olha, achei que pudesse ser bem pior.mas, de qualquer forma, era a confirmação que esperava.então pronto.agora sim: fim.se não estivesse tão cheia de trabalho até escreveria sobre o sentimento.talvez o sentimento só venha de noitinha, deitada na cama, quem sabe?enfim: só.tenho um gatinho de mc lanche feliz olhando para mim.i won't let you down, kittie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5876436936198203216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5876436936198203216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5876436936198203216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5876436936198203216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-be-dumb-dummie.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-9089481840586393273</id><published>2008-01-13T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:29:33.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>escrevi e deletei.o estado atual de confusão mental não me permite ser tão cruel com o teclado.remember the faceof the boy who had made you his ownand how you left him aloneeu sou uma bruxa, uma pessoa terrível e não há salvação.ao menos não neste domingo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/9089481840586393273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=9089481840586393273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/9089481840586393273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/9089481840586393273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4308389027821790515</id><published>2008-01-11T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:52:11.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu tenho um pote de nutella."...porque, falando com toda a franqueza, passei a duvidar de mim mesma nesses últimos seis meses. não imensamente, porque não apareceram muitos homens por quem fiquei interessada, mas tenho uma tendência a me apaixonar pelos que jamais se interessariam por mim, e os que sentem uma queda por mim são em geral muito revoltantes..."e, deitada de costas no sofá, com uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4308389027821790515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4976983414435586832</id><published>2008-01-11T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:47:15.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                  MEU                  NOME NÃO É JOHNNY             Direção: Mauro Lima – Brasil – 2008107 min. – 14 anos             Gênero: Drama             Distribuição: ColumbiaSinopse:                João Guilherme Estrella é um típico jovem da                classe média. Inteligente e simpático, é adorado                pelos pais e popular entre os amigos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4976983414435586832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4976983414435586832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4976983414435586832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4976983414435586832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/meu-nome-no-johnny-direo-mauro-lima.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3330612571899075821</id><published>2008-01-10T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:26:45.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://app.exame.abril.com.br/servicos/melhoresemaiores/perdi todo o horário de almoço fazendo zilhões de pesquisas e comparações.fica a dica aí para bench ou prospecção.se é antigo e todo mundo conhecia menos eu - um desconto por favor. é o primeiro p.e. da minha existência inteira.buone cose all'orizzonte.  :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3330612571899075821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3330612571899075821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3330612571899075821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3330612571899075821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/httpapp.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5180133110697148540</id><published>2008-01-10T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:49:23.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e futricando o orkut alheio (orkut é uma arma do demo!) eis que me deparo com fotografias grávidas de certa pessoa x.a pessoa x não tem um... marido. e bem, os maridos não são exatamente imprescindíveis para a geração de um bebê, eu sei disso. o homens são, mas eles podem ser maridos alheios, inclusive. enfim - dá pra entender. o que eu não consigo entender é como alguém pode optar por gerar um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5180133110697148540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5180133110697148540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5180133110697148540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5180133110697148540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-futricando-o-orkut-alheio-orkut-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8920773047450404981</id><published>2008-01-10T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:17:21.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O estímulo positivo de Mercúrio lhe permitirá compreender coisas que você antes não entendia muito bem, sobretudo no que diz respeito a acontecimentos passados que você não processou legal. Esta é uma fase de insights e de esclarecimentos, Deborah.ah sim! insights e esclarecimentos: tudo o que eu preciso.ontem presenciei uma demonstração de juventude no carro ao lado: conhecida como baleia branca</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8920773047450404981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8920773047450404981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8920773047450404981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8920773047450404981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-estmulo-positivo-de-mercrio-lhe.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2586340144052397327</id><published>2008-01-09T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:55:08.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feliz.sim. era pra você a carta de amor que disseram ser para um terceiro.Monday, November 06, 2006               &lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;                          não vá ainda.                                    eu não sei. eu só não sei. num estado de completa ignorância da vida. eu tô ignorante nesses últimos dias. as pessoas falam comigo e eu. e eu. e eu depois de alguns segundos consigo entender</summary><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-416893198976910124</id><published>2008-01-08T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:29:27.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o dia começou bonito.pude colocar uma jaquetinha porque não está tão quente e meus cabelos não precisaram ser lavados pela manhã.consegui sair da garagem sem a necessidade de manobrar muito. apertei o botão do rádio e tocava klaus e vanessa, bem o comecinho da música, que cantei aos berros até o final quando, na seqüência, veio vanessa da mata. não reparei se a cada farol vermelho havia alguém </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/416893198976910124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=416893198976910124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/416893198976910124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/416893198976910124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-dia-comeou-bonito.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8270322630340458406</id><published>2008-01-07T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:24:23.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is SO not you.tem horas que eu tenho uma raiva absurda de você.absurda.e já disse a maria rita: mas não faz mal não é fim da batucada, e a madrugada vem trazer meu novo amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8270322630340458406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8270322630340458406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8270322630340458406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8270322630340458406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-so-not-you.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5616921927082374517</id><published>2008-01-07T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:54:18.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>comentário do post anterior:patético.espírito de velha? não vejo nenhuma das características: sabedoria, conhecimento da vida, placidez.o que vejo são manifestações de um espírito deveras infantil: choro, manha, batendo o pé porque acha que alguém lhe tirou o brinquedo favorito.tu criou essa situação, e gosta dela. criou esse vazio, esses sentimentos, e os alimenta. a dor é confortável, ela é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5616921927082374517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5616921927082374517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5616921927082374517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5616921927082374517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/comentrio-do-post-anterior-pattico.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7841584851593215091</id><published>2008-01-07T06:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:42:43.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>preciso me ocupar.preciso me ocupar.preciso me ocupar.preciso me ocupar.por que tanto demoram as aulas em seu retorno?por que os finais de semana se arrastam?por que, no meio de tudo isso, ainda resolvi tirar férias?eu quero ficar deitadinha, quieta, olhando para o teto e esperando todos esses sentimentos confusos deixarem meu corpo.tem dias que acordo assim, impossível de viver.hoje nem que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7841584851593215091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7841584851593215091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7841584851593215091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7841584851593215091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/preciso-me-ocupar.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5850062935237793739</id><published>2008-01-06T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:07:27.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>como faz?o tema relacionamento tem sido cada vez mais recorrente nas conversas. não no sentido da fofoquinha saudável de quem-tá-com-quem, até porque eu não teria absolutamente o que falar, mas de uma forma mais genérica, sobre as cobranças que acontecem.quase vinte-e-cinco. foi o primeiro revellion que passei solteira desde os, 17 anos? nenhum problema se fosse quase vinte, mas me aproximo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5850062935237793739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5850062935237793739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5850062935237793739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5850062935237793739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-faz-o-tema-relacionamento-tem-sido.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-264024459329199108</id><published>2008-01-02T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:28:20.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tenho minhas impressões de 2008.começando com o fato de que conseguimos PERDER um molho de chaves na areia da praia e, ENCONTRÁ-LO, um tempão depois intacto - apenas um pouco soterrado. continuando com parapapapapa papapa clack bum. seguindo ao barco cheio de unknown friends. muita dança na areia e espumante e fogos. terminando com o momento esperança: eu sentadinha num lugar deserto da praia, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/264024459329199108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=264024459329199108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/264024459329199108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/264024459329199108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2008/01/tenho-minhas-impresses-de-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1974462842362419905</id><published>2007-12-26T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:41:51.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu tenho algumas metas para o próximo ano. na verdade, no ano passado, eu não poderia imaginar que tudo o que aconteceu em 2007 aconteceria. as coisas aconteceram numa velocidade incrível e, bem, eu sempre desejei muitos desses acontecimentos sem nunca ter imaginado vê-los realizar. então não é desacreditar. eu acredito. só nunca consigo imaginar o que será da vida quando meus desejos de fato se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1974462842362419905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1974462842362419905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1974462842362419905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1974462842362419905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-tenho-algumas-metas-para-o-prximo.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7287410634629191622</id><published>2007-12-23T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:54:48.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a bibi nem tá em porto alegre. e nem tem mais escrito no blog.mas isso me fez chorar mais e mais..*. deus, faz meus amigos não me odiarem - caso eu tenha uma terrível crise de choro em plena virada de ano. e faz os potenciais novos amigos não me julgarem completamente maluca. e, se possível, faz com que tudo fique bem de novo. para o bem. e que aconteça o que for para melhor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7287410634629191622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7287410634629191622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7287410634629191622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7287410634629191622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/bibi-nem-t-em-porto-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-985800201274852346</id><published>2007-12-23T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:46:43.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alguém avisa quando isso aqui vai passar?são duas, três horas em que eu acho que tá ok, o mundo não acabou, eu tô viva, tá tudo aqui ainda. e o tempo todo que segue é falta de ar, é aperto no peito, é desajuste. eu tenho de pensar algumas vezes antes de realizar onde é que eu estou.eu quero fazer planos para a formatura que vai vir. para os próximos 365 dias. mas não consigo. eu quero enxergar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/985800201274852346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=985800201274852346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/985800201274852346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/985800201274852346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/algum-avisa-quando-isso-aqui-vai-passar.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-517539344214375464</id><published>2007-12-22T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:26:53.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um dia de piscina.eu espero que o sol faça tudo melhorar..*. e agora tenho um ipod azulzinho pequenininho que carrega no usb. lindo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/517539344214375464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/517539344214375464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-dia-de-piscina.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3343776015736025739</id><published>2007-12-21T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:26:26.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no, not baby anymore.não me sinto confortável para qualquer consideração.não me sinto confortável com o meu próprio corpo. e todos esses ossos que eu sempre quis aqui e hoje não fazem nenhum sentido. são ossos nos braços, no peito, na barriga, nas costas, nas pernas. até as minhas mãos fazendo carinho naquelas pernas pareciam magras demais. secas demais. e hoje eu sou um corpo pequeno que deitou </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4641032120290445098</id><published>2007-12-17T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:55:05.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu te amo.eu te amo tanto que dói e me faz equivocada de todas as coisas do mundo. das contas das compras da fome da sede da dor da raiva. eu dirigi o dia inteiro pensando em você e não tenho bem certeza de como cheguei em casa. eu trabalhei pensando em você e tudo ficou bem. eu chorei e você é tão lindo tão lindo tão lindo que tenho vontade de te roubar e colocar numa caixinha. eu quero te dar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4641032120290445098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4641032120290445098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4641032120290445098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4641032120290445098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-6382973654781772288</id><published>2007-12-16T23:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:03:42.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu e as minhas meninas paulistas na formatura da maria rita.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/6382973654781772288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=6382973654781772288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6382973654781772288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6382973654781772288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/eu-e-as-minhas-meninas-paulistas-na.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/R2X0DECMPsI/AAAAAAAAACk/PF7yebQKxEI/s72-c/Imagem+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3366476900306536544</id><published>2007-12-14T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:49:04.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as paredes que construí em torno desse corpo teimam em ser BEM mais fortes que a minha vontade. eu quero derrubá-las.ou que alguém as derrube para mim.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3366476900306536544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3366476900306536544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3366476900306536544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3366476900306536544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-paredes-que-constru-em-torno-desse.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8375389440565271756</id><published>2007-12-12T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:20:37.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...esse seu jogo sujo comigo não cola maisinventa uma briguinha sem motivo e com os amigos sainão vou ficar em casa enquanto você se distraiuma mulher sozinha e carente por aí é perigoso demaispor isso pense maisse for bye bye, não quero maisvai me perderpense um pouco maiseu sou capaz de te deixar, de te esqueceragora é com você..."forró nos fones durante o expediente não te dá vontade de sair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8375389440565271756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8375389440565271756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8375389440565271756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8375389440565271756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-6101784391952762437</id><published>2007-12-12T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:18:14.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tá.chega.eu não agüento mais as espinhas, eu não agüento mais as cólicas, eu não agüento mais as mudanças no meu humor, eu não agüento mais a retenção de líquidos, eu não agüento mais os 05 intermináveis dias chorando por qualquer imbecilidade, eu não aguënto mais meus cabelos com um comportamento estranho. bem mulherzinha.pro inferno.ah! eu não aguënto mais a incerteza da data exata em que todos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/6101784391952762437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=6101784391952762437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6101784391952762437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/6101784391952762437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/t.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-5409867069374472724</id><published>2007-12-11T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:06:42.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't you try to convince us that you're happy.depois de uma overdose de camarão-com-farofa-de-coquinho do meu cattering favorito (com direito a repetir DUAS vezes escondida na cozinha - mérito dos relaçõespúblicas) no evento para comunicação do cliente, meu corpo só pensa naquelas tapioquinhas cheias de chocolate com castanhas. ui.de longe o melhor serviço de porto alegre. na minha opinião, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/5409867069374472724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=5409867069374472724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5409867069374472724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/5409867069374472724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-you-try-to-convince-us-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1813221317700146152</id><published>2007-12-09T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:39:53.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1920deborah. diz:eu nem sei mais como é isso...em uma conversa de msn, soltei essa pérola.vai mudar a situação? não. vou tentar reverter de alguma incrível forma, como uma volta por cima, como ressurgindo das cinzas, como... oi, te conheço?não.não.não.são só vinte-e-quatro. impreterivelmente eu deveria me divertir muito e ter histórias para contar - mas não.não.não.não.e acho que me sinto bem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1813221317700146152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1813221317700146152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1813221317700146152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1813221317700146152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/1920-ideborah.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7883266283376081366</id><published>2007-12-06T06:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T06:15:22.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>às vezes rola toda uma preguiça de viver.principalmente quando o céu tá assim, cinza. quando venta demais e eu tenho essa teoria absurda sobre o vento: minha vida tá mundando. se venta demais as nuvens entram num movimento acelerado aos olhos humanos, tenho a sensação de que é uma agitação mundial, transformando as coisas todas. replacing. nesse clima só pode haver esperança. uma combinação </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7883266283376081366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7883266283376081366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7883266283376081366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7883266283376081366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/s-vezes-rola-toda-uma-preguia-de-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2421001851646731628</id><published>2007-12-05T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:39:03.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>adolesci.dentro do armário do banheiro tem:- 1 gel esfoliante para peles com acne- 1 sabonete líquido para o rosto - especial para peles com acne- 1 tônico facial - especial para peles com acne- 1 hidrante diurno com fps 15 - especial para peles oleosas e com tendência a acne +25 (tô me antecipando)- 1 gel secativo para acnehá pouco tempo atrás eu saía do banho, passava hidrante no corpo, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2421001851646731628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2421001851646731628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2421001851646731628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2421001851646731628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/adolesci.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-4000486126930275566</id><published>2007-12-05T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:34:44.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mas não é mesmo?vou almoçar. visto que tenho sempre de decidir entre dormir mais 10 minutos ou tomar café da manhã, o almoço se tornou a refeição mais importante do dia.em cima dos litros de café, dentro do meu estômago.papai-do-céu, afasta de mim o espírito consumista. que eu consiga passar protegida por todas as lojas do shopping sem sentir o visa dialogando imaginariamente com o meu cérebro. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/4000486126930275566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=4000486126930275566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4000486126930275566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/4000486126930275566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/mas-no-mesmo-vou-almoar.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7297638410686241517</id><published>2007-12-03T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:16:36.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>desconsidere o fato de que eu tenho apenas 24. às vezes parece mais, às vezes parece menos.saiu daqui ó: http://www.garotasdaggers.blogger.com.br/"LEVEOntem depois que você foi embora confesso que fiquei triste como sempre.Mas, pela primeira vez, fiquei triste por você. Fico me perguntando que outra mulher nessa vida ouviria os maiores absurdos como você, um homem de 35 anos, planejar ir à uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7297638410686241517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7297638410686241517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7297638410686241517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7297638410686241517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/12/desconsidere-o-fato-de-que-eu-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-1292898464570556928</id><published>2007-11-27T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:09:49.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ô beibê.a novela diz: todo mundo sabe que eu sou apaixonado por você.eu ando chorando por cada coisa besta. cada vez mais besta.não sei se é a grande proximidade dos 25 anos, se é a minha solteirice irremediável (que está passando dos limites aceitáveis), ou se é só saudade mesmo.eu.tenho.saudades.consegue ver?quero colo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/1292898464570556928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=1292898464570556928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1292898464570556928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/1292898464570556928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/11/beib.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3312280080691372892</id><published>2007-11-26T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:45:09.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoje eu lembrei do gabriel.assim, lembrei.de uma noite em que ele veio aqui em casa com o vinho do gatinho e assistiu a fita do meu "fica comigo" e riu da minha cara até não poder mais. eu não sabia direito o que fazer ou o que dizer para aquele menino que resolvia aparecer na casa alheia de madrugada. depois disso a gente conversou poucas vezes. todas as vezes em que ele beijava a minha bochecha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3312280080691372892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3312280080691372892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3312280080691372892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3312280080691372892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje-eu-lembrei-do-gabriel.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-7940562395813060112</id><published>2007-11-25T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:55:55.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eu estou menos ansiosa.que droga. droga droga droga.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/7940562395813060112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=7940562395813060112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7940562395813060112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/7940562395813060112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-estou-menos-ansiosa.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-8195112797913725073</id><published>2007-11-25T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:53:25.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5w1hjá foi uma tortura te ver online.isso é uma forma totalmente nova de encarar as coisas.agora só me tortura saber se eu devo falar, ou não.sei que não.então é algo quase profissional: um processo, digamos assim. eu devo olhar, analisar, refletir, segurar a ansiedade, abrir a janelinha, fechar a janelinha, abrir novamente, fechar novamente. se estiver usando o note devo retomar todas as fotos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/8195112797913725073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=8195112797913725073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8195112797913725073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/8195112797913725073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/11/5w1h-j-foi-uma-tortura-te-ver-online.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-2649731629255844030</id><published>2007-11-24T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:09:01.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no banco de trás estão as minhas sandálias de ontem.e eu tô aqui no trabalho.sono é a palavra do sábado.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/2649731629255844030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=2649731629255844030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2649731629255844030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/2649731629255844030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-banco-de-trs-esto-as-minhas-sandlias.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-3052359096810311110</id><published>2007-11-23T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:06:57.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to get your prince back.tem tanto trabalho que o simples fato de sair para fazer as unhas já parece um final de semana completo. até dormi enquanto a magali conversava comigo sobre qual cor de esmalte a gente deveria colocar hoje.acordei com as unhas num tom engraçado de uva. menos mal, o vestido que vou usar no casório chiquérrimo é lilás - combina.pode ser a minha última chance, nesse ano,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/feeds/3052359096810311110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208972&amp;postID=3052359096810311110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3052359096810311110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208972/posts/default/3052359096810311110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trocandolugares.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-to-get-you-prince-back.html' title=''/><author><name>deborah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02663597999628863036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FL3QrBr0w50/SKrY1DHSpPI/AAAAAAAAADo/YwX9pmHM36A/S220/volta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208972.post-20898921678303423</id><published>2007-11-21T05:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T05:11:21.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vou me respeitar, caso haja, mais uma vez, um momento "que faço eu da vida sem você".mas hoje acordei feliz.muito magra para estar triste. o cabelo muito bonito para ficar sofrendo. praticamente o melhor momento físico da minha existência (em 24 anos) e eu estou trancadinha em casa, esperando. além de ser uma espécie de transição para a vida adulta, se considerar todos os perrengues dos últimos </summary><link 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