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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2009-11-11:/</id><title>welcome to my world</title><link rel="self" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-11T14:04:47+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2009-01-21:/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c8865700</id><title>In response to:Cut your teeth on turquoise harmonicas....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c8865700"/><author><name>Cristian</name></author><published>2009-01-21T13:09:41+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:09:41+01:00</updated><content type="html">I don't understand why you have to prove anything to anyone... You could just go to the school reunion and have fun as you had in the old days. &lt;br&gt;
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================================</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-25:/2008/08/25/pheromones-choices-and-unrequitedness-4634389/#c7593606</id><title>In response to:Pheromones, Choices and unrequitedness</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/08/25/pheromones-choices-and-unrequitedness-4634389/#c7593606"/><author><name>MonkeyPie</name></author><published>2008-08-25T19:57:38+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:57:38+02:00</updated><content type="html">Ah the old 'men are like busses' dilemma... Well, just bear in mind that you're not forced to choose between them! If none of them  are quite right then don't go for it, there'll be someone out there who'll you fancy for inexplicable reasons.. </content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-11:/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7489054</id><title>In response to:Cut your teeth on turquoise harmonicas....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7489054"/><author><name>TabithasSecret</name></author><published>2008-08-11T21:16:19+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:16:19+02:00</updated><content type="html">Probably just a normal sized one, otherwise you wouldn't be able to rock it. Don't forget your slippers...</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-11:/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7488955</id><title>In response to:Cut your teeth on turquoise harmonicas....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7488955"/><author><name>mjohnson</name></author><published>2008-08-11T21:06:31+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:06:31+02:00</updated><content type="html">I'd put lots of house plants in it and sit in it in my rocking chair drinking gin. (When I'm old, or just feel like gin). Could you fit a rocking chair in it? I'll get a big one. </content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-11:/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7488734</id><title>In response to:Cut your teeth on turquoise harmonicas....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7488734"/><author><name>TabithasSecret</name></author><published>2008-08-11T20:45:10+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:45:10+02:00</updated><content type="html">I live in a flat in the roof of an old building and the kitchen ceiling slopes into a turret at the back. It is pretty nice, despite the decor needing a sprucing up (I rent so can't touch it :-( )&lt;br&gt;
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I did know someone who had an actual turret room, which was great but pretty pointless as was too small to use it for anything! Bizarre...</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-11:/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7487717</id><title>In response to:Cut your teeth on turquoise harmonicas....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/08/09/cut-your-teeth-on-turquiose-harmonicas-4564277/#c7487717"/><author><name>mjohnson</name></author><published>2008-08-11T19:03:21+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:03:21+02:00</updated><content type="html">I love dancing like a loon, it's the only way to dance. What's a turreted kitchen. Have you got one of those corner houses with a kind of turret, because that's what I'm imagining and I've always wanted to live in a house with one. Always. Never even been in one. One day. </content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-02:/2008/07/27/pwei-4506865/#c7419779</id><title>In response to:Pwei....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/27/pwei-4506865/#c7419779"/><author><name>TabithasSecret</name></author><published>2008-08-02T00:06:10+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:06:10+02:00</updated><content type="html">Er... thanks! I guess...&lt;br&gt;
Yeah do wonder sometimes if writing down bad thoughts does more harm than good. In my case anyway. But I don't hate myself - sometimes just the things that happen in my life. And there's plenty of others out there who do - I just chose to air mine. </content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-08-01:/2008/07/27/pwei-4506865/#c7419720</id><title>In response to:Pwei....</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/27/pwei-4506865/#c7419720"/><author><name>deleted user</name></author><published>2008-08-01T23:53:05+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:53:05+02:00</updated><content type="html">Your blog makes for some good reading, actually.&lt;br&gt;
A bit more intersting than most on here - but i guess it still contains the main points nearly everyones blog does on this site:&lt;br&gt;
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1. Relationship problems&lt;br&gt;
2. Self loathing&lt;br&gt;
3. Boredom&lt;br&gt;
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It's not a critisism, merely an observation. Have a look around, you'll also find Number 4 in most posts from people.&lt;br&gt;
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4. Suicide attempts&lt;br&gt;
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Me? None of the above, i'm just out of my fucking mind - on every level.&lt;br&gt;
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Anyway, i'm bleating on here, as i said above - good blog.&lt;br&gt;
Chin up, Fucker.&lt;br&gt;
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All the best&lt;br&gt;
Brendan :]</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-07-28:/2008/07/27/i-m-walking-on-dangerous-ground-4505809/#c7385220</id><title>In response to:I'm walking on dangerous ground</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/27/i-m-walking-on-dangerous-ground-4505809/#c7385220"/><author><name>mjohnson</name></author><published>2008-07-28T11:44:56+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:44:56+02:00</updated><content type="html">Don’t send it!&lt;br&gt;
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“I've moved on from everything and am happy”&lt;br&gt;
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Really, well why have you sent this email then?&lt;br&gt;
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“if you feel that you finally have the courage to actually give me an explanation . . . and no excuses please . . . then you can. I don't want to go over old ground” &lt;br&gt;
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I don’t know what you’re expecting, and I don’t know either of you, but I’ll wager what you’ll get is going over old ground and excuses. &lt;br&gt;
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I’m glad you had the sense not to send it. Move on and be happy. &lt;br&gt;
</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-07-24:/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7363817</id><title>In response to:Obsessions and Addictions</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7363817"/><author><name>TabithasSecret</name></author><published>2008-07-24T23:17:49+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:17:49+02:00</updated><content type="html">Okay I've just realised how dodgy and wrong my post sounds! Hmmm... perfectly innocent things to be honest! Mainly tv shows, site hopping to find new music (this is an art in itself) and downlaoding podcasts - can't seem to get enough of it!</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-07-24:/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7363775</id><title>In response to:Obsessions and Addictions</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7363775"/><author><name>deleted user</name></author><published>2008-07-24T23:11:29+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:11:29+02:00</updated><content type="html">What do you like to do and look at on the internet ?&lt;br&gt;
- all best wishes , ~ MaRTIN . - x - .</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-07-23:/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7351465</id><title>In response to:Obsessions and Addictions</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7351465"/><author><name>TabithasSecret</name></author><published>2008-07-23T15:33:27+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T15:33:27+02:00</updated><content type="html">Already done my friend....</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-07-23:/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7350750</id><title>In response to:Obsessions and Addictions</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7350750"/><author><name>Littlelebowski</name></author><published>2008-07-23T14:14:13+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:14:13+02:00</updated><content type="html">I'm not sure what to say to that. But it is an interesting thing. How different people deal in different ways with the same problem. &lt;br&gt;
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From a human nature perspective it is intriguing. &lt;br&gt;
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But tragic. &lt;br&gt;
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Pearson.</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-07-23:/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7350599</id><title>In response to:Obsessions and Addictions</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/07/23/title-4488043/#c7350599"/><author><name>deleted user</name></author><published>2008-07-23T13:54:09+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:54:09+02:00</updated><content type="html">Go and get some alcohol!</content></entry><entry><id>tag:tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-04-24:/2008/04/24/it-s-not-my-birthday-but-i-can-cry-if-i--4088624/#c6644215</id><title>In response to:It's not my birthday but I can cry if I want to.</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tabithassecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/04/24/it-s-not-my-birthday-but-i-can-cry-if-i--4088624/#c6644215"/><author><name>neonmeatdreams</name></author><published>2008-04-24T17:00:45+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:00:45+02:00</updated><content type="html">I went through a similar thing quite a while back and even now I still get the occasional pang of sadness/anger/frustration about it.&lt;br&gt;
Hope things work out ok for you, I'd suggest going out with this other bloke, at least it might take your mind of it. </content></entry></feed>
