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Nunca super fraco, eu sei, até porque não fui ativo no nunca, fui apenas observador - literalmente -, mas consideremos válido.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/12f8JFpZfU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/4491394196833739463/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=4491394196833739463&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4491394196833739463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4491394196833739463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/12f8JFpZfU8/31366.html" title="31/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/02/31366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBQns7fCp7ImA9WhRbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-2397837481061449752</id><published>2012-01-31T11:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:24:13.504-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T23:24:13.504-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>30/366</title><summary type="html">Nunca tinha sentado tão na frente no cinema (segunda fila, embaixo da tela).

Nunca tinha andado ao redor da piscina, na borda, sem poder cair (jeans, não dava pra molhar) - num ponto a borda fica muito estreita e o risco de cair cresce. Não caí.



Não achei nenhum demais, então ficam aí os dois.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/WM7MRGpE5zg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/2397837481061449752/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=2397837481061449752&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/2397837481061449752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/2397837481061449752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/WM7MRGpE5zg/30366.html" title="30/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/30366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cAR309eip7ImA9WhRbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-1789997384818403375</id><published>2012-01-31T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:44:06.362-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T11:44:06.362-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>29/366</title><summary type="html">Fiz uma carta de despedida pra uma prima minha que ia embora no notepad. Salvei no notebook dela com o título "LEIA-ME". Espero que ela leia um dia.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/mmvedVdBFgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/1789997384818403375/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=1789997384818403375&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1789997384818403375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1789997384818403375?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/mmvedVdBFgc/29366.html" title="29/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/29366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFQHgzeyp7ImA9WhRbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-8316560804138643132</id><published>2012-01-31T11:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:36:51.683-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T11:36:51.683-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>28/366</title><summary type="html">Nunca tinha decidido minha noite no cara ou coroa. Cara eu iria dormir com meus primos - mal, mas vendo filmes -, coroa eu iria dormir em casa - e dormir bem. Três de três caras.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/v1kA6Yt5CJI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/8316560804138643132/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=8316560804138643132&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/8316560804138643132?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/8316560804138643132?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/v1kA6Yt5CJI/28366.html" title="28/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/28366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIEQnk4fSp7ImA9WhRbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-4933111830396278039</id><published>2012-01-31T11:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:35:03.735-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T11:35:03.735-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>27/366</title><summary type="html">


Nunca tinha preenchido avaliação de restaurante. Pelo menos não levando a sério. E não, não marquei tudo "excelente" pra babar ovo de ninguém, é que é tudo realmente excelente.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/TVoiHOZ-LGA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/4933111830396278039/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=4933111830396278039&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4933111830396278039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4933111830396278039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/TVoiHOZ-LGA/27366.html" title="27/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tebZvDK0m0o/Tyf7zb8SOaI/AAAAAAAAASk/pwCKVK7EbdI/s72-c/Nunca27.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/27366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQHR3g4eCp7ImA9WhRUFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-7448640376667490864</id><published>2012-01-26T23:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:25:36.630-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T01:25:36.630-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>26/366</title><summary type="html">2zd56Y5UwG41BMRYoLtA9yRDPiNIHkt9WY2Hycn8UhcaiohW8d2LE4JdTate2N75B
UiZT5I4emSkYqk3pMs4LJIx3iILZzFuk3BUI13rREUEwuN8rSsCGGkb5zgxDqhoeR
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Nunca tinha codificado um segredo. Tá bom que nem é um segredo de fato, é o 25º nunca, que eu não contei, mas tá valendo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/twi3WkiZ8tQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/7448640376667490864/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=7448640376667490864&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/7448640376667490864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/7448640376667490864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/twi3WkiZ8tQ/26366.html" title="26/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/26366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FRXoyfip7ImA9WhRUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-1955558552182620279</id><published>2012-01-25T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:20:14.496-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T22:20:14.496-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>25/366</title><summary type="html">O nunca de hoje teve a ver com jeitinho. Politicamente incorreto. Não vou contar. Eu nunca tinha feito, entretanto, e, apesar de não tão correto, foi legal e deu certo.



Pra eu lembrar no futuro: pulseira. 

NOTA: Não, não roubei uma pulseira. Nunca roubei nada, ok, mas não pretendo fazê-lo. O nunca do dia foi erradinho. Inho. Só.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/9Ot4ITX9Qhc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/1955558552182620279/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=1955558552182620279&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1955558552182620279?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1955558552182620279?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/9Ot4ITX9Qhc/25366.html" title="25/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/25366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACR3o8eSp7ImA9WhRUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-7941093747534513095</id><published>2012-01-25T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:46:06.471-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T11:46:06.471-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>24/366</title><summary type="html">Sabe abraço de saudades em aeroporto? Desses que a gente vê em clipes e filmes? Nunca tinha dado um desses de verdade. Estava com uma saudade absurda da minha mãe - vinte dias sem ela.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/NknU5Q4Qjjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/7941093747534513095/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=7941093747534513095&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/7941093747534513095?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/7941093747534513095?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/NknU5Q4Qjjw/24366.html" title="24/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/24366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHSHs4fCp7ImA9WhRUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-507688903912826140</id><published>2012-01-25T11:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:10:39.534-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T12:10:39.534-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>23/366</title><summary type="html">Nunca tinha sido host de um "evento" all by myself. Um almoço e um dia na piscina em familia. Planejei tudo sozinho. E deu tudo certo.

Bônus: Nunca tinha escapado de um assalto em andamento. Espero não precisar fazê-lo de novo.



Sim, dia vinte e três de janeiro de dois mil e doze foi um dia de extremos.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/qq2QEZkg-zg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/507688903912826140/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=507688903912826140&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/507688903912826140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/507688903912826140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/qq2QEZkg-zg/23366.html" title="23/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/23366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFRHY-cCp7ImA9WhRUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-6569885814272277124</id><published>2012-01-22T23:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:41:55.858-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T23:41:55.858-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>22/366</title><summary type="html">Sabe cachorro andando de carro? Com a cabeça para o lado de fora da janela? Então, fiz isso hoje - com chuva. Foi feliz.

Nunca tinha andado de carro com a cabeça pra fora da janela, tomando chuva.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/BjvLHRQwPCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/6569885814272277124/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=6569885814272277124&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6569885814272277124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6569885814272277124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/BjvLHRQwPCc/22366.html" title="22/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/22366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGR386cCp7ImA9WhRUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-1722412722673782728</id><published>2012-01-21T22:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:00:26.118-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T23:00:26.118-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>21/366</title><summary type="html">Numa passarela pela principal rodovia da cidade, com três primos. "A gente chega lá no meio e cada um grita uma confissão", propus. Um não topou. As outras duas e eu fizemos. Eu fui o único a gritar, mas valeu, porque, bem, eu fiz (valeu pra mim, ponto) e, bem, elas fizeram confissões - apesar de não gritando.



Não, não vou dizer o que eu gritei.



Nunca tinha gritado uma confissão numa &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/O3R4f-pPwGY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/1722412722673782728/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=1722412722673782728&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1722412722673782728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1722412722673782728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/O3R4f-pPwGY/21366.html" title="21/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/21366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAGQ3o_eip7ImA9WhRUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-4661091397556499189</id><published>2012-01-21T22:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:02:02.442-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T23:02:02.442-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>20/366</title><summary type="html">Nunca tinha cantado a plenos pulmões enquanto parado num engarrafamento. Muito bom - principalmente observar as reações -, recomendo.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/HZW1E20kj9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/4661091397556499189/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=4661091397556499189&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4661091397556499189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4661091397556499189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/HZW1E20kj9Y/20366.html" title="20/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/20366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIESHs4cSp7ImA9WhRUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-5949731124876559576</id><published>2012-01-19T22:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:21:49.539-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T22:21:49.539-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>19/366</title><summary type="html">


Acordei com uma vontade de comer arroz...

Estou passando uns dias sozinho em casa e há comida congelada, no ponto de ser aquecida e comida, mas, para minha decepção, não havia arroz. Pra não ficar na vontade, eu cacei uma receita na internet e fui dar a cara a tapa.

Já comi arrozes melhores, bem melhores, mas já comi arrozes piores.

Nunca tinha, vejam só, feito arroz. E eu gosto de cozinhar.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/62pgDwuufJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/5949731124876559576/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=5949731124876559576&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/5949731124876559576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/5949731124876559576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/62pgDwuufJQ/19366.html" title="19/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mESsaqk43Sg/TxjAtL7NcMI/AAAAAAAAASc/hBLmmIDcjUg/s72-c/Nunca19.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/19366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEEQ3Yyeyp7ImA9WhRVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-6535461633906834198</id><published>2012-01-19T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:26:42.893-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T00:26:42.893-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>18/366</title><summary type="html">




Deixar um cheiro no elevador não precisa ser algo negativo.

Nunca tinha jogado Bom Ar no elevador.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/SPFkWzGoW88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/6535461633906834198/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=6535461633906834198&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6535461633906834198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6535461633906834198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/SPFkWzGoW88/18366.html" title="18/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/18366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHRnk5fyp7ImA9WhRVGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-777379415092281769</id><published>2012-01-18T00:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:15:37.727-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T00:15:37.727-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>17/366</title><summary type="html">Há dias em que eu me desespero por um nunca e acaba saindo uma coisa legal. Aí há dias, como dia 17/01, que eu passo uma hora rodando todos os cômodos da casa, buscando algo diferente e interessante, mas não encontro. Aí eu olho para o relógio, vejo que faltam três minutos para o dia seguinte e, supresa, eu ainda não fiz um nunca - ou o meu nunca, porque uma conclusão (um tanto óbvia) à qual &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/9qocMpp9LDM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/777379415092281769/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=777379415092281769&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/777379415092281769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/777379415092281769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/9qocMpp9LDM/17366.html" title="17/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/17366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MQ386fSp7ImA9WhRVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-6736560580697705933</id><published>2012-01-16T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:39:42.115-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T23:39:42.115-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>16/366</title><summary type="html">
 



Esses são aproximadamente 40% dos meus brinquedos de infância. Muita coisa quebrou, muita coisa se perdeu. Os que me restam hoje são esses. E eles passarão a noite na porta do meu quarto, me protegendo de qualquer perigo.



Nunca tinha sido protegido por meus brinquedos de infância.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/E5nuFmgxyjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/6736560580697705933/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=6736560580697705933&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6736560580697705933?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6736560580697705933?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/E5nuFmgxyjY/16366.html" title="16/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LFhvFI71rw0/TxTedH5u8OI/AAAAAAAAASI/byn-OKkQzPM/s72-c/Nunca16.1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/16366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACQ3w8cCp7ImA9WhRVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-2504668808131989308</id><published>2012-01-15T23:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:59:22.278-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T23:59:22.278-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>15/366</title><summary type="html">




How You Remind Me é uma música da banda Nickelback que esteve em primeiro lugar na parada musical Hot 100 da Billboard há dez anos.

Nunca tinha ouvido essa música e nunca tinha escolhido que música escutar pela popularidade dela numa data passada.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/YOir042A6Fg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/2504668808131989308/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=2504668808131989308&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/2504668808131989308?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/2504668808131989308?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/YOir042A6Fg/15366.html" title="15/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/15366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HQ34yfSp7ImA9WhRVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-4311814326961317630</id><published>2012-01-15T23:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:02:12.095-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T00:02:12.095-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>14/366</title><summary type="html">Sozinho em casa: bebi sozinho umas doses de whisky, vodka e absinto - ânsia de vômito só de lembrar.

Nunca tinha bebido e ficado bêbado sozinho.


Para lembrar: nunca mais beber.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/3DwnZb6u2P8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/4311814326961317630/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=4311814326961317630&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4311814326961317630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/4311814326961317630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/3DwnZb6u2P8/14366.html" title="14/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/14366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHSXkycSp7ImA9WhRVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-6032471519131467677</id><published>2012-01-15T23:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T23:55:38.799-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-15T23:55:38.799-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>13/366</title><summary type="html">



"Esnobar é exigir o café fervendo e deixar esfriar" - FERNANDES, Millôr.

Não foi meu objetivo ser esnobe, mas nunca tinha propositalmente pedido um lanche para viagem para comê-lo no local.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/q2355DJ3thk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/6032471519131467677/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=6032471519131467677&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6032471519131467677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/6032471519131467677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/q2355DJ3thk/13366.html" title="13/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mg4fvlO340Y/TxOReUvMuDI/AAAAAAAAASA/bPGXNMRx3L0/s72-c/Nunca13.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/13366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GRnc-fip7ImA9WhRVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-128059346332269136</id><published>2012-01-12T23:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:15:27.956-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T23:15:27.956-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>12/366</title><summary type="html">
 



McDonald's, entrando na vibe saudável, tá distribuindo maçãs dentro do McLanche Feliz. Só que nego simplesmente ignora - pra que comer algo saudável, não é verdade? Daí eu estava no shopping com uma amiga e lanchamos no McDonald's. Um guri que estava lanchando com sua mãe ao nosso lado acabou seus sanduíche, batata e refrigerante, foi embora e deixou sua maçã intocada e lacrada em cima da &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/urJzPIsYj0I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/128059346332269136/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=128059346332269136&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/128059346332269136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/128059346332269136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/urJzPIsYj0I/12366.html" title="12/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnYxurLcaEQ/Tw-OBX_YxkI/AAAAAAAAARg/oASBsPsWkv8/s72-c/Nunca12.1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/12366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMSXc6fip7ImA9WhRVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-337222084976224665</id><published>2012-01-12T21:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:23:08.916-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-12T21:23:08.916-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>11/366</title><summary type="html">


Faltavam seis minutos para a meia-noite de hoje. Faltava também uma ideia de nunca.

Nunca tinha feito compressa sem necessidade. Meus pés agradeceram.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/puOGRbUlx3w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/337222084976224665/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=337222084976224665&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/337222084976224665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/337222084976224665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/puOGRbUlx3w/11366.html" title="11/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t2K4PeNm088/Tw92S7YzOoI/AAAAAAAAARY/Fe0yidIADiU/s72-c/Nunca11.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/11366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDSH04fip7ImA9WhRVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-3450560147021342975</id><published>2012-01-11T01:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:56:19.336-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T20:56:19.336-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>10/366</title><summary type="html">O nunca de hoje foi difícil. Eu sabia que ia sair de casa e deixei para fazer algo fora de casa mesmo. Aí, já com os amigos, um deles vem falar comigo sobre os nuncas: "Putz, só gostei de um, de resto tá chato". Legalzão falar isso pra mim - me desestimulei bastante. E estimulo pra buscar trezentas e sessenta e seis coisas que eu nunca fiz na vida não é fácil. Mas quero continuar. São 366, eu tô &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/XQn6L4FafaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/3450560147021342975/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=3450560147021342975&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/3450560147021342975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/3450560147021342975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/XQn6L4FafaI/10366.html" title="10/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/10366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMRHg6fip7ImA9WhRVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-3592474534879426297</id><published>2012-01-09T23:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:01:25.616-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T00:01:25.616-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>9/366</title><summary type="html">


O que eu, daqui a um ano, acharei do meu dia de hoje? Das minhas angústias de hoje? Dos meus pensamentos de hoje? Terei eu realizado o que pretendo realizar até lá? Meu ano será como eu acho que será? Estarei achando importante o que acho que acharei importante? Acabei de escrever um email sobre tudo isso - incluindo uma conversinha com o destinatário sobre o presente dele. Já estou ansioso &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/p5hZ4tAgjPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/3592474534879426297/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=3592474534879426297&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/3592474534879426297?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/3592474534879426297?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/p5hZ4tAgjPo/9366.html" title="9/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_OxSe8rqnA/TwumUM3kJWI/AAAAAAAAARI/TcCoHvvYjA4/s72-c/Nunca9.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/9366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQ3w7fSp7ImA9WhRVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-1467398756539281608</id><published>2012-01-08T23:27:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:31:42.205-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T23:31:42.205-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>8/366</title><summary type="html">







Essa é minha poltrona. Herança do meu avó paterno - que morreu em Maio de 2011. Querendo fugir de clichês mas não conseguindo, foi a única coisa que me restou dele - além de ótimas memórias. É uma poltrona super confortável, bonita e, indiscutivelmente, minha peça de mobília favorita. Fotografá-la foi divertido.



Nunca tinha feito uma seção de fotos da minha peça de mobília favorita (&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/eQQJ1WOtp7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/1467398756539281608/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=1467398756539281608&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1467398756539281608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/1467398756539281608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/eQQJ1WOtp7s/8366.html" title="8/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXcld0qKmfc/TwpPPRlD0pI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zHDL8YHa2S4/s72-c/Nunca8.1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/8366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGR3syeyp7ImA9WhRWGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3846139023762123296.post-7150787987463776241</id><published>2012-01-08T00:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:25:26.593-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T00:25:26.593-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="366" /><title>7/366</title><summary type="html">

Abri o guarda-roupa e escolhi uma roupa para sair. Camisa arrumadinha, bermuda que eu gosto de usar - tudo limpinho e engomadinho. Vesti-me, arrumei-me e entrei debaixo do chuveiro. Banho completo, com direito cabelo lavado e tudo. Só que usando roupa.

Nunca tinha me vestido para tomar banho.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~4/y2jY9Xvj3SA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/feeds/7150787987463776241/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3846139023762123296&amp;postID=7150787987463776241&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/7150787987463776241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3846139023762123296/posts/default/7150787987463776241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheWorstThatICanSay/~3/y2jY9Xvj3SA/7366.html" title="7/366" /><author><name>Victor Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02836901084359051969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSiULcxVZkk/Tu14NggGWSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YQeyD7xcKVM/s220/400x.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://theworstthaticansay.blogspot.com/2012/01/7366.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

