<?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-8794105116862569917</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2025 15:43:07 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>sex</category><category>friends</category><category>emotions</category><category>relationships</category><category>woman</category><category>smart</category><category>stupidity</category><category>men</category><category>?</category><category>songs</category><category>scenes</category><category>lists</category><category>music</category><category>work</category><category>Projects</category><category>flirt</category><category>from the wonderful interwebs</category><category>funny</category><category>theory</category><category>upset</category><category>blog</category><category>bratty mode</category><category>familia</category><category>happy happy joy joy</category><category>money</category><category>movies</category><category>pissed</category><category>politics</category><category>the l word</category><category>cross-post</category><category>story</category><category>toys</category><category>news</category><category>the world</category><title>Bitchicisms</title><description>Raving and Ranting from the depths of a twisted yet pinkish mind.</description><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-5143491950556012378</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 11:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-04T19:52:00.470+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scenes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Tooth and Nail</title><atom:summary type="text">After sex. Hair all mussed up. Sunlight streaming in through an open door. The place is a mess, I worry about where my underwear is. The man is half asleep beside me. We&#39;re still naked,cigarettes in hand, resting and contemplating whether to have another go at it. I feel a slight pain on my calf. I lift it and notice a faint bruise.&quot;Did you unhinge your jaw to bite that?&quot;&quot;Sorry, it&#39;s been a while</atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2010/08/tooth-and-nail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-6962523676294973813</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-02T19:20:00.193+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><title>When Harry Came with Sally</title><atom:summary type="text">One of my favorite movies is the classic When Harry Met Sally.I think it&#39;s a beautiful story with a talented cast (when Meg Ryan was still America&#39;s Sweetheart and before Billy Crystal was a supporting cast to Dwayne &quot;The Rock&quot; Johnson). But I think it&#39;s given some people the wrong idea about men and women friends.In a scene, Billy Crystal says that men and women can never be friends because </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-harry-came-with-sally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-1578192587565669730</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-28T23:45:00.460+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><title>Guess Who&#39;s Back</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been away from this blog for a long long time. Here&#39;s my list of excuses:I&#39;ve been really busy with work and projects.I&#39;ve mostly been sticking to one (or three) sexual entanglements.My regular lover has kept sexual frustration nil and I have less to rant about.I&#39;ve had other things on the brain (like needlecrafts, would you believe that?).But like fine whiskey and younger men, my </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-whos-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-7330496101153274531</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 13:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-28T21:59:09.589+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>32 is Just a Number</title><atom:summary type="text">They say men are obsessed with quantity. Well, that and size. It&#39;s all about who has more, and who has it bigger. But they don&#39;t apply the same principles to women.One late, boring night at the office, I got stuck with 2 men. As is wont to do when I&#39;m around, the conversation got to sex. Contrary to most porn movies, we did not end up in a threesome where they Eiffel-Towered me. Instead they </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2010/07/32-is-just-number.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-7623982941243527221</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-14T21:47:39.552+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><title>Things Are Better The Third Time Around (Like Orgasms)</title><atom:summary type="text">Well.Guess the bitch wants to keep coming.</atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-are-better-third-time-around.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-6795858849199892031</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-20T21:49:21.121+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bratty mode</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>Sex is like pizza, even when it&#39;s bad; it&#39;s still good.</title><atom:summary type="text">Been almost 2 years since my last post. The reason for my disappearance currently escapes me. All I know is, at the time:  given the choice between having sex and writing about it, I chose the former.Since then I have: tried my first sex toy; kissed a boy with braces; been abandoned, gotten back in touch with, and lost again, 3 of the boys I&#39;ve mentioned in these pages; actually celebrated the </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2010/02/sex-is-like-pizza-even-when-its-bad-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-5837851906024136512</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-24T23:53:12.491+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scenes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>An Atheist Coming</title><atom:summary type="text">Well here I go again, being too busy having actual sex to blog about sex...But one anecdote is just too amusing to ignore.There&#39;s a Jonathan Lethem story called Five Fucks. The main male character told the female character a certain joke while they were flirting in a bar. He said, &quot;You know what&#39;s the worst part about being an atheist?&quot; She replies &quot;no&quot;. His answer, &quot;No one to talk to when you </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/atheist-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-4773309802984381269</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-06T14:34:45.578+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lists</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">theory</category><title>Bruised but not Broken</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m one of those people that think good sex leaves people bruised, sore and barely able to walk afterwards. I like it rough and violent. Yes I&#39;m one of those loud and borderline masochistic girls.So after a recent session, I wanted to figure out what kinds of soreness mean I had a really good time.Shoulder. From being manipulated and bitten (by myself and by my partner). From having my hands held</atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/02/bruised-but-not-broken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-2416722238031028224</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 07:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-30T15:15:00.710+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scenes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>Errands and Blow Jobs</title><atom:summary type="text">One of the things I really don&#39;t like doing is making out in a car. I can&#39;t stretch out. I can&#39;t move without bumping into something. Unless its an SUV, a small car really can&#39;t contain the wide array of actions and emotions I like displaying during sex. Also, I&#39;m loud, so I tend to get caught.It is almost the one seemingly normal sex-related cliche I won&#39;t do. Except I have, literally, never </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/errands-and-blow-jobs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-7649529257495680396</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T23:11:00.964+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">songs</category><title>Hum Along by Ludo</title><atom:summary type="text">Ludo apparently plays geek rock...And I like it...You&#39;ll never hear this songYou&#39;ll never see the movie in my headBut you infest my sleep, and your figure creepsThrough my walls and hums above my bedI know your name, and that you&#39;re photogenic and tallBut I&#39;ve never heard you talkAnd there&#39;s something about youThat stabs me right throughIt isn&#39;t right for me to paint your pictureEvery night, but </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hum-along-by-ludo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-4692380832117411559</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 09:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T17:29:00.556+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bratty mode</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Kill Me With Your Words</title><atom:summary type="text">One of the things that suck about being a Bender-mocked meatbag is coming up with the really great lines after the moment has passed. This sucks doubly hard if you consider yourself a writer (case in point: me). You can come up with great lines on  page, but not live. I always hated that about me. Until I realized that when I started being wittier live, I started being a bit duller on the page. </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/kill-me-with-your-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-1079322201971173000</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-28T23:50:00.892+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scenes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>Not Moaning Makes It Harder to Come</title><atom:summary type="text">My name is Jean Grey, and I am a moaner. I am loud. I know. Hentai-sounds are issued. I have been asked to keep quiet during quickie-some-other-person&#39;s-house-sex. I have had my mouth covered. I have had cloth stuffed to my mouth. Kinky sex shit I know. But yes, when fucking in other people&#39;s jurisdictions, one must keep quiet.But I heard something during some semi-rough quickie sex that I&#39;ve </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-moaning-makes-it-harder-to-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-5099864177067758056</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-28T13:09:01.102+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stupidity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>The Anatomy of a Blow Job</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve always had a long, weird love-hate relationships with blow jobs. In high school I swore to two things. One was that I would never have a guy pick me up from somewhere just to take me home. It seemed like an awful waste of time unless we have actual plans. The whole thing also reeked of weakness. The other thing I swore was that I would never give blow jobs. I have never broken the first and </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/anatomy-of-blow-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-4558181182118012151</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-27T19:59:32.359+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy happy joy joy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">smart</category><title>&quot;I struggled a little, until I gave in.&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">It was one of those nights. I hadn&#39;t gone out in a while. So now I wanted to fucking go out. Meaning bounce from place to place looking pretty. I was chilling at a place in the Makati area with friend Baby Girl. I was a little bit bored and she was a little sleepy. I had the brilliant idea of playing the text roulette game.The game goes like this: You text a drinking invitation to seemingly </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-struggled-little-until-i-gave-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-2293043041482985487</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T09:38:00.553+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bratty mode</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emotions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><title>Ex-Whatever</title><atom:summary type="text">I find it kind of sucky that some men really think they can claim some sort of ownership when there is clearly none. Especially when the last tenuous ties that supposedly bind have long been severed.One morning,  woke up prior to my normal waking hours to find One Missed Call. Similar to the horror movie by the same name, I totally ignored it. It was from a dude I used to sleep with. And </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ex-whatever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-4886633572643535075</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T00:28:44.372+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">songs</category><title>Fingertips by The Urgency (the make room for my fingertips song, not the other one)</title><atom:summary type="text">Ok, so I like this little wanker of a song. But all my googling has been in vain. Other searches led to this fucking song. I know a lot of people are looking for these lyrics. So I listened to the song continually trying to decipher what the vocalist-dude was saying. Here&#39;s what I came up. [If anyone has any idea what the unintelligible part is, feel free to let me know.--&gt;shit, just when I </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/fingertips-by-urgency-make-room-for-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-3324639537607311362</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T23:19:00.168+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><title>Statute of Limitations on (Unwarranted) Jealousy</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;d recently hung out with a couple of dudes recently. These were formerly known as the boys. And yep, they were back in my life for a while. Until they weren&#39;t again when they disappeared in a ball of flame and light.So I got to talk a little to Cc. Who was now going through tough times cos one of his friends ended up with his girlfriend. He was a bit depressed about it, but it seemed like he </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/statute-of-limitations-on-unwarranted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-8342276024227751847</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-24T04:32:00.761+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">songs</category><title>Love Me Dead by Ludo</title><atom:summary type="text">Love me cancerouslyLike a salt-sore soaked in the sea.&#39;High-maintenance&#39; meansYou&#39;re a gluttonous queenNarcissistic and mean.Kill me romanticallyFill my soul with vomitThen ask me for a piece of gum.Bitter and dumbYou&#39;re my sugarplum.You&#39;re awful, I love you!CHORUSShe moves through moonbeams slowlyShe knows just how to hold meAnd when her edges softenHer body is my coffinI know she drains me </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-me-dead-by-ludo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-703656685925703195</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-23T06:11:00.800+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Friends Do Not Practive Voyeurism on Each Other</title><atom:summary type="text">Did you ever get those friends who were stunningly curious about your sex life? As in overly curious? As in continuously asks you to repeat details no matter when, even when none of you are drunk and the sun is shining bright? Isn&#39;t it a little creepy? Especially when they declare they have plans for your ass or orgy cherry?Well. I had a friend like that. He&#39;s still there, I just don&#39;t consider </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends-do-not-practive-voyeurism-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-905373290449881964</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T21:22:00.889+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Guys and Semen</title><atom:summary type="text">Dude and I were talking after sex. Tiring, exhausting sex. We were smoking cigs and the old man was quite wiped out. He suddenly lay down on the bed and then suddenly jerked back right up. He uttered a completely un-manly &quot;eww&quot;.I looked at him. He&#39;d just lain down on some of his own semen. I just stare at him in wonder. He goes, &quot;well, I know why should I be grossed out, it is mine.&quot; I use the </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/guys-and-semen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-6809073506479585811</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 02:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T10:34:00.902+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">theory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>New Year&#39;s Sex  Resolution #1: Burn The List</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been moaning and groaning about all the blah blahs of the men/fucktoys in my life for most of last year. In fact, this blog was mostly started so I could moan and groan about them in secret. I just up and decided to end it all. Commit playlist suicide. By killing them not in memory, but in the present.Yep, I no longer go to those places. I&#39;m generally avoiding 3 drinking nightspots. I am </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-sex-resolution-1-burn-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-906780232365886077</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 08:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T16:19:00.534+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>&quot;It&#39;s not a Booty Call if It&#39;s Before 10PM&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">So yeah, I heard from a guy in a bar. The guy who said it was actually someone I was sleeping with. And yes, I have gotten texts from him before 10PM but that really didn&#39;t mean anything. Except that he was impatient and couldn&#39;t wait.Is this true? I do have some people I send SMS (SMS-es?plural form anyone?)  to after 10PM. Mostly, because I get bored with whoever I&#39;m drinking with at the moment</atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-booty-call-if-its-before-10pm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-7549914393163843263</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T10:52:01.046+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">from the wonderful interwebs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the world</category><title>The Internet is a Wonderful Thing!</title><atom:summary type="text">The things you learn online:New underwear technology has been invented to give cocks more freedom while keeping balls snug and secure! Ballbras anyone?Now you too can enjoy more semen in your life. With the economic problems, you can make money from something you&#39;re already used to ingesting. (If you&#39;re one of those that swears they have never swallowed semen, have you ever gone to a fast food </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/internet-is-wonderful-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNiEuIoJedaLGbU-rImqpF9yXpbbVXpCkk_qUgO_-Ftm-1I8rUpjREqGoPPaNaLq9ptMVp5jkwF91R0g1Tc86Om2wSBY6PJFOokBu0kPf3GB_r1GGGSd1Q2xzNKUPvwwQ9Lmrw4hyoGL5/s72-c/New+Image.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-1218503961707571662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T11:39:01.197+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">from the wonderful interwebs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>Obama Dildo</title><atom:summary type="text">Salon recently did a feature about weird memorabilia for the new American president. And while most were the general watches and plates, one that stood out for me was the dildo.Ozam Group LLC is selling these for $34.95 each. They come in two colors: blue and gold. No black ones as Salon mentioned. But why are the colors blue and gold? Blue can be explained by USA&#39;s flag colors but gold?The </atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-dildo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNf7Iz5XoJWEx-VLIHQwPxhM4YPm1GZB0_-CSdZWTHs0l0todSeD6wU014HuKSbZgGpr6NKKp1dxuDfUiXAgOtduAtGKaNukP0xXTQiOg1gAH_plUZ16BkDlow-L88MSwXok3kuV2pMCzb/s72-c/3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8794105116862569917.post-2727213750453634502</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T04:18:00.600+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">songs</category><title>Fingertips by The Urgency</title><atom:summary type="text">Haven&#39;t been able to find the complete lyrics to this one, I always get results of another song with the same title by a similarly-named band. But the chorus knocks my socks off:BabyAlways ready your pretty little lipsMake room for my fingertipsSo I can get caught between your legs tonight...Sadly, most of the rest is still unintelligible.  I will try to decipher it ASAP.Here&#39;s the video, in case</atom:summary><link>http://bitchicismsofagurl.blogspot.com/2009/01/fingertips-by-urgency_20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jean grey)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>