<?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-3601922109753976420</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:12:30.593-07:00</updated><category term='First Post'/><title type='text'>Dallying Drunk: Double D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601922109753976420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Weisz's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401844708517180094</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3601922109753976420.post-4120501620567968854</id><published>2008-12-20T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:01:35.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'm just putting my voice out there...</title><content type='html'>Mostly with the intent of procrastination. Do you know that feeling? The one where you think you've walked into a conversation half-way through and suddenly that's that unsufferably awkward silence and sense of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ladies and (discerning) gentlemen, today, no more! I am giving up on social niceties and becoming the annoying person who butts in willy-nilly (tehe. Not) And I'm sure this blog will perk up, but I need to get over the flu first. Grim times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Wyrm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601922109753976420-4120501620567968854?l=dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4120501620567968854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-im-just-putting-my-voice-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601922109753976420/posts/default/4120501620567968854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601922109753976420/posts/default/4120501620567968854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-im-just-putting-my-voice-out-there.html' title='Okay, I&apos;m just putting my voice out there...'/><author><name>Rachel Weisz's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401844708517180094</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-3601922109753976420.post-3692933070189357096</id><published>2008-12-20T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:52:31.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Post'/><title type='text'>The Memories</title><content type='html'>Greetings and Salutations to the blogosphere! It seems that in the run up to christmas, we are in short of good lesbian stories, poetry, artwork and indeed, the representation of a culture that we - ladies - all know about. Damnit Jeeves, why don't we fix that?! I put it to you, hypothetical readers, to create an accumulation of works that are entirely x-mas centric to get us through the blues of this season. The reason that I'm calling out to people at this particular point in the year is twofold; 1) It's christmas and I'd really rather be drunk (hence the blog title) or...well, half-way to what my spirtual friends call a "State of Nirvana" and I call, somewhat euphemistically, Narnia. 2) I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;Natch.&lt;br /&gt;I intend to keep posting post x-mas, but that will involve chapters of a novel that I'm hoping to publish.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thanks for taking the time to read this - bye z bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;Wyrm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3601922109753976420-3692933070189357096?l=dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3692933070189357096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601922109753976420/posts/default/3692933070189357096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3601922109753976420/posts/default/3692933070189357096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dallyingdrunk.blogspot.com/2008/12/memories.html' title='The Memories'/><author><name>Rachel Weisz's Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01401844708517180094</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>
