<?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-7408481243644847440</id><updated>2011-11-06T08:23:30.733-08:00</updated><category term='blah'/><category term='jealous'/><category term='fat'/><category term='angry'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>save it for the morning after.</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Maisy. I don't class myself, as anything. I like to get drunk, party and just fucking chill. I like the only way is essex. I am from essex, but not a slut. I love fake tan, apple sourz and food. I want to be a size 8, regrettably, i'm not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>imafilthyhotmess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403634380065912081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408481243644847440.post-3938773839302916696</id><published>2011-11-06T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:23:30.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im fat.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;ugly.&lt;br /&gt;fucked off.&lt;br /&gt;generally not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408481243644847440-3938773839302916696?l=saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3938773839302916696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default/3938773839302916696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default/3938773839302916696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>imafilthyhotmess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403634380065912081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408481243644847440.post-8061996199862498082</id><published>2011-11-01T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:53:10.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Pissed off beyond belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I just spent loads of time looking in to sixth forms I want to go to, and my mum just sat there playing a a game on the computer not listening to me then turned around and said I was too bone idle to go to the place I want to go, fuck her? she didn't even hear it right? stupid bitch, i'm going to prove her wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;have so much to do tonight and just can not be fucked, not in a good mood at all! I was in such a good mood and now she's ruined it! just because I don't want to end up in a supermarket like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I went on the crosstrainer for the first time (starting my diet - note to self: give up chocolate&amp;amp;crisps) and did 50 sit ups, ad burned 100 calories, thats so good for my first day and I was so happy with it! she hardly looked up from her screen and muttered its hardly going to make a difference is it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I just wish I was like selena gomez, she's so stunning and has an amazing body and I just want to be hot like her:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;fuck my actual life tbh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408481243644847440-8061996199862498082?l=saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8061996199862498082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/2011/11/pissed-off-beyond-belief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default/8061996199862498082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default/8061996199862498082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/2011/11/pissed-off-beyond-belief.html' title=''/><author><name>imafilthyhotmess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403634380065912081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408481243644847440.post-8117237689564768346</id><published>2011-10-30T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:02:22.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>school tommorrow -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;first half term of the year, being year 11 its just dawned on me how little time I have left, and how much work I actually have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have been looking at sixth forms, and have a lot of options but really want to go to one but unfortunately its out of my catchment area and they only take 20% of their students out of that area, that's a slim chance.&amp;nbsp;I don't want to go in my area, I know everyone, last year I was a bit of a slag, to say the least. But this year I barely go out and being cocky last year at school everyone hates me and even out of school I don't have anyone to fall back on, LOL AT MY LIFE - moving is my only option, I've been relocated alot alot alot, so only being in my current school for two years sucks, everyone has their cliques though I LOVE MY FRIENDS. I like to move, I don't resent it at all, the amount of friends I have is insane, just not here, I miss it, like I become friends with people and then get cocky and think I'm all that so slag them off, which makes them just another enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This half term was 'ite', I use that term loosely, it could of been better, could of been worse, just sick of my friends blowing me off, I've fallen back on my old friends, before I moved to china, these were my 'main gals' i love them to pieces, but they just never make solid plans, but I wouldn't trade them for the world especially my best friend, phoebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408481243644847440-8117237689564768346?l=saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8117237689564768346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-tommorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default/8117237689564768346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408481243644847440/posts/default/8117237689564768346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saveitforthemorningafter.blogspot.com/2011/10/school-tommorrow.html' title='school tommorrow -.-'/><author><name>imafilthyhotmess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403634380065912081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
