<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237126627716237225</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 20:05:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Scorned Love</title><description>Ah, scorned love. 

How torturous and terrible you are. 

How you make us cry and weep in sadness and anger. 

How wicked are those to inflict us with such pain. 

Their heartlessness must be know. Scorned Love allows you to share those moments with others. 

Some say it’s vindictive. Some say therapeutic. We say vindictively therapeutic. 

Enjoy.</description><link>http://scorned-love.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>scornedloveblog@gmail.com (Scorned Love)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237126627716237225.post-6155375958943485012</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T13:05:41.840-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>strange love</category><title>Bleeding Heart</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmdwPZ0aZHI/AAAAAAAAABY/FmjxbUtL77M/s1600-h/SL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmdwPZ0aZHI/AAAAAAAAABY/FmjxbUtL77M/s400/SL.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361377291338933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a guy I dated on and off for over a year when I was in high school.  We were only official once and then he left me for his ex - didn't work so he kept coming back to me... nice - not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237126627716237225-6155375958943485012?l=scorned-love.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://scorned-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-guy-i-dated-on-and-off-for-over.html</link><author>scornedloveblog@gmail.com (Scorned Love)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmdwPZ0aZHI/AAAAAAAAABY/FmjxbUtL77M/s72-c/SL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237126627716237225.post-963713320186756120</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T17:04:21.018-07:00</atom:updated><title>Strange Love</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmZXXi6oNZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/15Gd_gu9mWc/s1600-h/img338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmZXXi6oNZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/15Gd_gu9mWc/s400/img338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361068468452472210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work at a coffee shop downtown, and on my last night two drunk guys walked by and we started talking as I swept outside.  I told them it was my last night and I was going to start at another coffee shop soon, and told them the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later at my new job, the guys came in and gave me this card.  How they found me, I'm still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd.  Stalkerish.  Sweet?  Your call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1237126627716237225-963713320186756120?l=scorned-love.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://scorned-love.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-love.html</link><author>scornedloveblog@gmail.com (Scorned Love)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmZXXi6oNZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/15Gd_gu9mWc/s72-c/img338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1237126627716237225.post-6551758663407790318</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T17:33:19.680-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>postcard</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>brush off</category><title>Bon Voyage</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmZAnuyNm6I/AAAAAAAAABI/6GJ3jxi8LZA/s1600-h/scornedllovee+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pzaT_D3ve8/SmZAnuyNm6I/AAAAAAAAABI/6GJ3jxi8LZA/s400/scornedllovee+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361043457748868002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A and i didn't date for very long but long enough where feelings start to get involved. Well, at least for me it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He went away for a few weeks with the promise of calling me as soon as he got back. But he got back and I never heard from him. When pride finally did let me call to him, he said he meant to call but he just "kept putting it off". Like one puts off doing dirty laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I never heard from him again. Until December when I received these postcards that had obviously been bouncing around the letterboxes of my apartment building because the winner forgot to write which suite number I lived in. 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