<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:24:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>whims and rants</category><category>getting mushy</category><category>women</category><category>men</category><category>life</category><category>the one</category><category>soul 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you</category><category>past</category><category>prayer</category><category>pretend</category><category>prince.</category><category>promises</category><category>reality</category><category>responsibility</category><category>run</category><category>salad</category><category>secret</category><category>shoes</category><category>shopping</category><category>sleep</category><category>spotlight</category><category>stress</category><category>success</category><category>superhero</category><category>sweeney todd</category><category>talk</category><category>teabags</category><category>terminator</category><category>theory</category><category>tragedy</category><category>travel</category><category>trust</category><category>twilight</category><category>video</category><category>villain</category><category>window</category><category>wounds</category><category>youtube</category><title>Bratty Girl</title><description>The whims and rants of a feisty, yet a hopeless romantic, spoiled-brat</description><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-3811494798490901279</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T11:20:22.630-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">youtube</category><title>Evolution of Dance</title><atom:summary type="text">Found this video on YouTube with over 92 million views. Wow! It&#39;s amazingly funny.</atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/evolution-of-dance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-1210678025119619571</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-25T00:19:43.350-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>7 Women You Can Never Date</title><atom:summary type="text">Certain ladies shouldn&#39;t be touched with a 10-foot pole, no matter how hot they are. Instead of giving in to temptation, distract yourself from the desire. Take a class, help kids or take in a ballgame, but whatever you do, stay away from these women you can never date. Generally, the reason to avoid these ladies has nothing to do with the woman herself, but it has everything to do with her </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-women-you-can-never-date.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvgCcRBpA6lSb9zaY1G50B5G8YdO5MWUvAOmSITcS1h04RKRHgJChsblaKVoHGlrIoz5ebl4C_Alaqw2I2j6fTCjgo4RcrJukyXkQNf9u0WZME0ugpJSG81XfK7f5tikUwmXxyH3saMCa/s72-c/72586331.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-8199886022276047598</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-08T01:13:24.206-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">listen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>When We Listen</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes when I walk among the world of the two legged, I see and hear many things. Often I have noticed that people get so caught up with their lives that they tend to miss out on the simple things that bring great joy, peace and a feeling of well being. The world and the events that take place around them cause them to become faint with worries and as they slowly lose themselves and become </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-we-listen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-1416729861631617982</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-01T11:10:54.868-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">leaf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>Like A Leaf</title><atom:summary type="text"> Are there times that you feel like you are a leaf that is blown by the wind?  You know, like you just go where the wind takes you. You just drift in space and have no say in whatever direction the wind wishes to take you. Maybe for a time you will feel so light and free that you might enjoy the ride, but do you know that when the wind got tired of you, she just tosses you back to the ground </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-leaf.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5uqEiwDXVkL62J_ml-csUOVUVEb4LbfWrSeLUI-0yO94wofDdPLelX1Us6c3DN3l-HudV7GuHuZT-3asLWoUgEZLEYyk_y0V3oqsD6m0WGAVqApnmaTb_j-bwzpzoQ6oZaAU6vmJ8H_I/s72-c/leaf-clover.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-6103425712961784025</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 18:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-01T11:08:05.689-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">failure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hurt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mistakes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obstacles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">past</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>Use Your Past Hurts to Move On in Life</title><atom:summary type="text">Although my past is a combination of 50 percent failure and 50 percent success, I don&#39;t regret any of my past failures I&#39;ve encountered in my life. But the good thing is failures are already a dead issue for me. If I&#39;ll drag past failures behind me, I can&#39;t gain momentum moving towards tomorrow. And I don&#39;t want to follow the footsteps of people who drag their failures and hurts with them </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/use-your-past-hurts-to-move-on-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-3420054687185659896</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-01T11:03:58.258-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreamer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fantasy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Online Fantasy Dreamer</title><atom:summary type="text">He is so discreet. He doesn&#39;t let his presence to be known. Waiting to see if she makes the first move, he waits ever so patiently. Just like one of her friends, not to be such a bother, or even think who he is. He takes you out of your shell and then with words, he&#39;ll make you melt in anticipation just so he can get his kicks from the girls with all the glitz.  This man is very sophisticated – </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/online-fantasy-dreamer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi23S6iW03Pp9I60ad5jNRiq3sI2GCQEvJgQpJb0s-29OCgEPlXutGd6Vq31hfceL_dEboA1OA-SnINGZM40uVIUMWioCZOqd9YmPtOgM0WsY8h7wfqDRNzKngd03rdTZp_ZEueovq23f7C/s72-c/chat.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-8555814141584537020</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 10:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-27T03:58:36.930-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">break-up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">commitment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girlfriend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heartbroken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hurt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">regrets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">single</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Getting Mushy</title><atom:summary type="text">Your ex-love gave her wedding invitation to you personally when suddenly a tear rolled down from your eyes. She wiped it immediately and said, “You’re the one I want to be with … but you didn’t fight for me.”  Up to where can you prove your love for someone? What will you do if that someone asks you, “Do you really love me?” Then tells you, “If yes, then set me free.”  “Time will come, you’ll get</atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-mushy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-740964995914519081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T10:26:16.655-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heartbroken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Unexplained</title><atom:summary type="text">There are things that are better left unexplained. Love. Pain. Betrayal. Heartbreak. The worst and most painful of experiences are oftentimes the hardest to explain. It is there right in front of you and yet you cannot seem to grasp it. Simply because it is difficult to even try to face it. And anything difficult discourages us. It is but human nature. And so we begin to drown ourselves in a sea </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/unexplained.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-411231855058319834</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T10:24:35.484-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the one</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>The One That Got Away</title><atom:summary type="text">In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with… and the one that got away.  Who is the one that got away? I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-that-got-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-5527083063487147297</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T10:22:28.310-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">acceptance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">game</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">listen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mask</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>Please Hear What I Am Not Saying</title><atom:summary type="text">Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me. I give you the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water’s calm </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-hear-what-i-am-not-saying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-7968790647858399301</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T10:14:33.852-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meantime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Meantime Girl</title><atom:summary type="text">She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s not the one you call when you need a date to your company’s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find &quot;The One&quot;. You know, the </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/meantime-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-6388779751029743309</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-26T10:09:15.392-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfect</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>Does The Perfect Man Exist?</title><atom:summary type="text">Every day since our childhoods, we’ve been picking up messaging and cues which have contributed to shaping our perception of The Ideal Man. Whether you based it off your father or another male figure that was very active in your life, what your mother told you was the ‘right guy’, or from movies, books, other media and interaction with the opposite sex, it is unavoidable that you have ended up </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/does-perfect-man-exist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-6371658993691784129</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-23T09:46:41.529-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">commitment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soul mates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the one</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>I Wanna Know What Love Is</title><atom:summary type="text">I wonder what love is…  Sometimes, it feels like sunshine on the perfect day. I just want to bask in it. But a shadow passes and it becomes a vengeful storm; I just want to get out of it. One day, I&#39;m flying. Another day, I&#39;m drowning. Then, I can&#39;t have enough of it – craving and bursting with insatiable desire. Soon, I&#39;m sick to my heart and dying to tear away. Now, a welcome delight; streaming</atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanna-know-what-love-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-5892636279169715087</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T00:51:32.019-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fairytale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fantasy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prince</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soul mates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the one</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>The Fairy Tale Ending</title><atom:summary type="text"> As little girls we grow up dreaming of having the perfect fairytale. We imagine the man we’ll someday marry, how we’ll meet, how he’ll kiss, how he’ll propose. We have the complete love story planned out in our imaginations and, somehow, we believe every ounce of it. We have that remarkable innocence that allows us to see ourselves as grown women, trapped in a doorless tower with the longest </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairy-tale-ending.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOI-tzj5IwqCRhQAFAksD_B3fxeXqi_UY6xywcV1lZMsaUm8GBlyuAW-uVyP8VVEn73gSNOdXMBsi2tG8n4FZOX7p04OVZdtgZOlCVCs875pDPmUPovfyh3lD-KmG-0trTtDahyw72kAYV/s72-c/fairytale.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-8663416988017165408</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 17:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T10:07:19.693-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fairytale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fantasy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prince</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">single</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the one</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>I am Happy... I am Single</title><atom:summary type="text">I once believed that people were meant to fall in love, get married, have children and then live happily ever after. Now I realize that everyone’s boat floats for different reasons and I needed to find my own.   There was a time not too long ago when I believed that in order to be a whole person, and to feel like I had finally reached &quot;womanhood&quot; I would have to be in a serious relationship, or </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-happy-i-am-single.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-2558966756701243199</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T09:57:36.424-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">angel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soul mates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the one</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>The Heavenly Angel</title><atom:summary type="text">A Heavenly Angel was created and formed by the hands of God, a perfect creation. God said, “This is truly a one of a kind. I must now break the mold, because there shall not be another. No two things will ever be made alike. I am well pleased.” God was so pleased, that heaven also rejoiced with Him.  The Heavenly Angel was unique, beautiful, and she possessed the gift of touch. Her touch could </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/heavenly-angel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-4173030626023979990</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T09:54:02.321-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the one</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>A Good Man</title><atom:summary type="text">Women from all walks of life are becoming more adamant about finding Mr. Right. Most of them agree that he has to be more than a guy that is disease free. Although meeting this criterion is essential in today&#39;s day and age, most women would also like a man who possess certain “qualities”. The trouble, it seems, is that some of you don&#39;t know which qualities qualify a man for keeper status. That&#39;s</atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-8980398805806075352</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T09:47:59.276-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">appeal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>The Appeal of the Bad Boy</title><atom:summary type="text">Ten unanswered phone calls, numerous text messages and no reply, but you&#39;re still not giving up. There&#39;s something about the bad boy that makes you keep chasing him, no matter how much he messes you around.    We&#39;ve all been there, or at least met a guy like him. He&#39;s the guy who can&#39;t look after himself properly, let alone treat a girlfriend well. Yet he is rarely single or seen without a girl </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/appeal-of-bad-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-7217615495736119310</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T09:42:47.361-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cowboy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>15 Reasons Why Cowboys Make Great Lovers</title><atom:summary type="text">After dating bad boys, sports enthusiasts, Wall Street types and every kind of guy in between, I found a rare group of men perfect for today’s American women – the cowboy.     The cowboy retains some of the old traditions and manners that are hard to find anymore. A cowboy will open a door for you, speak only respectably to you, and court you the old fashion way. If you are tired of the modern </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/15-reasons-why-cowboys-make-great.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-8934802476187069202</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-18T11:05:36.532-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">break-up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cake</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">theory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>Is Love Like A Piece of Cake?</title><atom:summary type="text"> What if love is like a cake? This piece is for you, no really, keep it. And this piece is for you; don&#39;t eat it up all at once. This piece is for my first love, another for my second, another for my third, and another for that one I should never have loved but did. Am I going to run out of pieces?    I&#39;m being serious! Is my heart now riddled with empty slices? What if I gave the whole cake to </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-love-like-piece-of-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTTHt4E4HFsYor_TaKYNLOC7raCqfH6udIfBGVE9OJH-frMCrgDdRlHMctfr58XI0hAGUOXM-I28DqEY5Zkyp4iYI9rS4wrQuuEENs6_NKb3KeIZTSY1MD9F4rysQM1pQ7PfOXNTfG03w1/s72-c/piece-of-cake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-7779769181630306819</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T08:03:06.811-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heartbroken</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Heartbreak</title><atom:summary type="text">You just start dating a guy. He likes you, you like him. You guys want to spend every second together. When you are not with him you are talking to him on the phone. You have deep feelings for him. The feelings keep developing. They keep growing. You begin to think this could be it. You begin to think I really think this is it for me….. You love being together. You can&#39;t stand being without each </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartbreak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-1764380206750912913</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T07:41:26.088-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contract</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girlfriend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfect</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Contract for the Perfect Girlfriend</title><atom:summary type="text">I, [print your name here] (heretofore referred to as “The Lady”), being of sound mind, have entered into a relationship with [print guy’s name here] (heretofore referred to as “The Man”). By signing below, I hereby agree to abide by all the rules as set out within this contract in perpetuity.     Clause 1: Dates  The Lady will eat more than a side salad.The Man will not be expected to plan every</atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/contract-for-perfect-girlfriend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-4389381047589955846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T07:35:35.924-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">single</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>What Every Single Girl Needs</title><atom:summary type="text">Sure, you’ve got the perfect shade of lipstick and the little black dress…but is that all you need? Hardly.       1. A fabulous photo of yourself    We all have that photo: The one where your smile, hair, and (let’s be honest) body all come together in one sexy little package, whether it’s that snapshot from your hike in the Grand Canyon or that cocktail party photo where you’re dressed to kill. </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-every-single-girl-needs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-2001947479450285670</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-13T07:17:59.371-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whims and rants</category><title>7 Love Songs That Aren&#39;t</title><atom:summary type="text">Not-So-Sweet Song #1: &quot;The One I Love,&quot; REM     It&#39;s hard to believe people dedicate this as if it were a love song, but let&#39;s just set the record straight: It&#39;s not. Hello, the guy in the song is addressing &quot;the one I left behind.&quot; Why? Because she was nothing to him but &quot;a simple prop to occupy my time.&quot; And, adding insult to injury, &quot;another prop has occupied my time.&quot; He&#39;s moving on! The only</atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-love-songs-that-arent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7307125936359843109.post-1292168296746353591</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-11T08:23:06.183-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">celebration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">getting mushy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mother&#39;s day</category><title>A Mother&#39;s Love</title><atom:summary type="text">There is no love, like a mother&#39;s love,no stronger bond on earth...like the precious bond that comes from God,to a mother, when she gives birth.A mother&#39;s love is forever strong,never changing for all time...and when her children need her most,a mother&#39;s love will shine.God bless these special mothers,God bless them every one...for all the tears and heartache,and for the special work they&#39;ve </atom:summary><link>http://spoiled-bratty-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (♥Psyche)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>