<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:07:51.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SexLifeBiscuits</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweat, scars and crumbs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-4469474022550774759</id><published>2010-07-19T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:08:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>What we learned today at the Muse concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping ^ Cousins = - Money&lt;br /&gt;2. White Lies - (Studio + Producer) = Very Boring&lt;br /&gt;3. (Blond hair + Nice eyes) v Drumming skills = Wicked Cute&lt;br /&gt;4. Matthew Bellamy = Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;   Humans =/= Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;   Matthew Bellamy =/= Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Matthew Bellamy = Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;   Vampire = Sparkle&lt;br /&gt;   Matthew Bellamy = Vampire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you see someone hot wearing sunglasses and then you hope that when he takes them off, he'll have nice features and awesome eyes. This one did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-4469474022550774759?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/4469474022550774759/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/07/starlight.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/4469474022550774759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/4469474022550774759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/07/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-1511060403930900155</id><published>2010-07-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:54:39.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricks and Mortar</title><content type='html'>Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house is more than bricks and mortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to live in a loft. The zipcode is still very much up for debate.&lt;br /&gt;I have designed stuff for that loft. A huge clock, artwork, bricks and mortar. Glass and wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly it is a dream. But I am a dreamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-1511060403930900155?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/1511060403930900155/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/07/bricks-and-mortar.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/1511060403930900155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/1511060403930900155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/07/bricks-and-mortar.html' title='Bricks and Mortar'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-6321065148569801046</id><published>2010-07-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:39:15.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>One, two, three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new project. It is a board game called WarMart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.&lt;br /&gt;It is never going to happen, not to me, not with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third and foremost. Life is too intangible to be taken seriously. Every day I get caught up in the idea that life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should be something&lt;/span&gt;. It is not and and will never be. Life is not.  I am. I am tangible. Grab me, oh, merciful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-6321065148569801046?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6321065148569801046/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/07/3.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/6321065148569801046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/6321065148569801046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/07/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-3350162681920261302</id><published>2010-06-22T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:57:48.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>Slept with ex in the same bed on the anniversary of our break up. A little alcohol was introduced and we ended up spooning. And some little hands-down-the-pants-action. It made everything okay. Sometimes you dont even know you needed closure until it grabs you. Pun intended. Hopefully he'll be my best friend for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-3350162681920261302?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/3350162681920261302/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/closure.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/3350162681920261302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/3350162681920261302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-4597295419067248345</id><published>2010-06-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:33:45.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me in the bathroom</title><content type='html'>Take note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hi! Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;- What do you do for living?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- Did you make it to Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck the drinks, meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hi! Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;- What do you do for living?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck the drinks, meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hi! My name is Tristan&lt;br /&gt;- Do me right here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-4597295419067248345?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/4597295419067248345/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-me-in-bathroom.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/4597295419067248345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/4597295419067248345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-me-in-bathroom.html' title='Meet me in the bathroom'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-9119797667206901227</id><published>2010-06-05T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:26:40.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marriage</title><content type='html'>A flash one cause I'm off to a friend's cabin. We're gonna clean the place up real nice in two days as a thank you fo all the years and also as a birthday present for her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a movie with my ex, me lying on a bed and him sitting on the floor. The movie cuts, the screen goes black and the reflection shows my head right next to his, staring into his eyes. We looked perfect. We weren't though. But, man, we matched on so many levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-9119797667206901227?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/9119797667206901227/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/flash-one-cause-im-off-to-friends-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/9119797667206901227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/9119797667206901227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/flash-one-cause-im-off-to-friends-cabin.html' title='The Marriage'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-5901452670848930786</id><published>2010-06-03T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T05:04:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie Girl</title><content type='html'>I just complained to my sister how my parents never sent me to dance class as a kid. They should've known better. She retaliated with the following account of my childhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up in her yellow summer dress, had clip on earrings and made my family pay to see me dance none other than &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dGcYH6Fwj8"&gt;Barbie Girl by Aqua&lt;/a&gt;. But, hey! I got money. I've also sold my autographs for 10 pennies a piece to my neighbours and made breakfast for my family for money. I even had a menu with prices on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I had a monthly magazine, which everyone subcribed to and paid for in advance, which only ran for two issues. I'm so gonna get my ass sued one of these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-5901452670848930786?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/5901452670848930786/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/barbie-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/5901452670848930786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/5901452670848930786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/barbie-girl.html' title='Barbie Girl'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-3218468244691819465</id><published>2010-06-02T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:43:10.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence is no solution for modern babies</title><content type='html'>I just saw Final Fantasy aka Owen Pallet live. He was phenomenal, the greatest gig I have ever witnessed. The things he can do with a violin are out of this world. He scratches, bangs, slashes, fingers, even plays it like a ukulele. Every song builds up from little elements, coming together as a masterpiece. He is phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even played &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_nw7bODiQ4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;'Independence is no solution for modern babies'&lt;/a&gt; which, in all honesty, made top 5 experiences of my life. He dedicated the song "For a friend who got left behind by this guy, who went to LA to supposedly get a degree in something. The guy is now on his way to Copenhagen to get married. Fuck that guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two encores.&lt;br /&gt;His percussionist got the greatest presentation: This is Tom. He'd like to be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd 90 minutes walls of sound rushed over me and whenever I closed my eyes, the world evaporated, I was somewhere else. The scenery his music creates has no rivals. It is absolute in it's power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the randomness, I'm not quite back to this world yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-3218468244691819465?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/3218468244691819465/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/independence-is-no-solution-for-modern.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/3218468244691819465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/3218468244691819465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/independence-is-no-solution-for-modern.html' title='Independence is no solution for modern babies'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-2509265135197717612</id><published>2010-06-02T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:37:26.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisztomania</title><content type='html'>This is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFOEkwk4LyU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisztomania&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you've seen the Breakfast Club?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4120197397816410541-2509265135197717612?l=sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/feeds/2509265135197717612/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/liz.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/2509265135197717612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4120197397816410541/posts/default/2509265135197717612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexlifebiscuits.blogspot.com/2010/06/liz.html' title='Lisztomania'/><author><name>-Mattie-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13258656080752041513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cr0BZAYtvLI/TDARBSmxpSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7rERNECKjw8/S220/IMG_0898_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120197397816410541.post-1821101834676536067</id><published>2010-06-01T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:54:50.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuthering Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm 5'4''. I'm not expecting to grow any taller. Ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching  a documentary about short statured men, and it's making me feel weird.  On the other hand there's a 7 year old boy who's been estimated to grow  only 5'2'' tall. I feel for him, but he is adorable and like his parents  say, there's nothing wrong with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are also grown men  (harhar) who struggle with acceptance both professionally and socially.  And I can't help but wonder, will I grow up to be as bitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Height  has never been an issue with me. It's a trait that suits my personality  and visa versa. I couldn't imagine being taller or even more muscular.  And honestly I don't even fantasize about it. Well I do dream of having a  proper pecs. But it's like trying to imagine yourself as a woman. It's  not you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your take on dating a short guy? Be honest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  little boy smiles and says: "I'm smart and I'm fast aaaand ... I'm  nice." 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