<?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-29595922</id><updated>2011-08-19T12:43:39.329+02:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='life is now'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='smithereens'/><category term='BE'/><category term='Weirdo'/><category term='video terror'/><category term='Konzert'/><category term='Black Books'/><category term='Rezession'/><category term='random'/><category term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><category term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category term='I had a dream'/><category term='Meckertante'/><category term='too many thoughts'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='Stöckchen'/><title type='text'>re-activated</title><subtitle type='html'>*~+... I love you, Baby ...+~*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>624</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2024184688237988343</id><published>2010-10-07T22:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:28:37.097+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Panik im Hinterland!!</title><content type='html'>Keine Zigaretten, kein Kleingeld für den Automaten umme Ecke, keine Lust zur Tanke zu fahren und den Schlafanzug schon an. Bittere Stunden liegen vor mir - doch auch DAS werde ich tapfer überstehen!! Erhobenen Hauptes und voller Stolz kann ich morgen sagen: "JA!! Ich habe einen ganzen Tag NICHT geraucht!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2024184688237988343?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2024184688237988343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2024184688237988343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2024184688237988343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2024184688237988343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/10/panik-im-hinterland.html' title='Panik im Hinterland!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-201407782982144949</id><published>2010-08-29T19:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:27:12.680+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>My mums uncle and aunt on their honeymoon, about 40 years ago. I love the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/THqYNMDZ3vI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/66YNls6uPL0/s1600/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/THqYNMDZ3vI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/66YNls6uPL0/s320/DSC07754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510884446382448370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-201407782982144949?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/201407782982144949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=201407782982144949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/201407782982144949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/201407782982144949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/08/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/THqYNMDZ3vI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/66YNls6uPL0/s72-c/DSC07754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6264213992299511154</id><published>2010-04-13T14:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:44:20.004+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>:-D</title><content type='html'>Manchmal wünscht man sich etwas so sehr, dass es dann auch wirklich passiert! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt wünsche ich mir den nächsten Schritt... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Augen schließ und ganz fest wünsch'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6264213992299511154?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/6264213992299511154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=6264213992299511154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6264213992299511154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6264213992299511154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/04/d.html' title=':-D'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6001175811010468302</id><published>2010-02-22T13:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:26:39.644+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>An manchen Tagen...</title><content type='html'>sollte man einfach nur die Fresse halten. Heute z.B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6001175811010468302?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/6001175811010468302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=6001175811010468302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6001175811010468302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6001175811010468302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/02/manchen-tagen.html' title='An manchen Tagen...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2424055212100495885</id><published>2010-02-15T12:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:08:17.677+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Great -.-</title><content type='html'>Yeahy - endlich mal wieder ein Grund, euch an meinem Leben teil haben zu lassen... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. In diesem Jahr bin ich ein Faschingsmuffel&lt;br /&gt;wer mich kennt, wird sich jetzt wahrscheinlich ungläubig die Augen reiben, aber es ist wirklich so: Dieses Jahr habe ich keine Lust darauf, mich zu verkleiden und "HELAUUUUU" zu rufen ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Wochenende in Blackburn verbracht um endlich mal James und seine Band "&lt;a href="http://www.theirondoorclub.co.uk/"&gt;The Iron Door Club&lt;/a&gt;" zu sehen. Wow - ich bin sehr begeistert... und erschrocken!! Ich wusste ja, dass James groß ist, aber... der Kerl ist riesig!!! oO Er musste es mir angesehen habe, denn er hat mich bei der Begrüßung angelacht und gesagt: "Yeah... I know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Aus Blackburn zurück und jetzt leicht erkältet (obwohl's da 6°C waren). Aber ich hab ja jetzt meine britischen "Schwarz-wie-die-Nacht"-Hustenbonbons, die nicht nur den Hals, sondern auch die Nase und den Kopf frei machen ;-) Guckst Du &lt;a href="http://www.healthstore.uk.com/images/www.healthstore.uk.com/big/Jakemans_Throat_and_Chest_f.jpg"&gt;hier&lt;/a&gt; und &lt;a href="http://www.thesweetiestall.com/jakemans%20throat%20and%20chest.JPG"&gt;hier&lt;/a&gt;! Und die sind ja sooooooooo lecker! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Kopf ist immer noch ziemilch dicht, weshalb ich jetzt mal ne Pause einlege und vielleicht später weiterschreibe... dunno yet. We'll see, we'll see, aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2424055212100495885?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2424055212100495885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2424055212100495885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2424055212100495885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2424055212100495885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/02/great.html' title='Great -.-'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6424755166411866919</id><published>2010-01-24T02:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:34:46.901+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smithereens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Wow!??</title><content type='html'>Ich habe gerade meine "Things I have to do before I die"-Liste &lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogigo.de/piccadilly/Things-I-have-to-do-before-I-die/3849/"&gt;hier&lt;/a&gt; gefunden und mir erlaubt, sie zu aktualisieren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eine meiner Geschichten zumindest in der Lokalzeitung veröffentlichen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;im "&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioandtelly.co.uk/images/blackbooksshop.jpg" target="_blank" title="C&amp;amp;C"&gt;Collinge &amp;amp; Clark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; " Bookshop in 13 Leigh St, London WC1H 9EW ein Buch kaufen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Einen Mini Cooper S fahren (und sei es nur als Probe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;meinem Patenkind ein Piercing oder Tattoo schenken (je nachdem, was sie will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;auf ein Rock-Festival gehen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;blur live erleben - wenn sie beschließen sollten, sich &lt;em&gt;doch nicht&lt;/em&gt; aufzulösen (was ich hoffe!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;DONE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;alleine ins Kino gehen (ja, ich hab sowas noch nie gemacht)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;einen Yoga-Kurs besuchen bzw. wieder mal meditieren&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;vielleicht mal E versuchen?&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Naaaah, muss nicht sein!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; font-family: verdana,geneva; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Eine Geschichte schreiben, die stark an den Schreibstil von Irvin Welsh erinnert :-)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DONE und sie ist scheiße&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Naja, eigentlich schon ziemlich armselig, aber immerhin hab ich DREI Sachen schon gemacht ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6424755166411866919?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/6424755166411866919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=6424755166411866919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6424755166411866919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6424755166411866919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow.html' title='Wow!??'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3543015988411800482</id><published>2010-01-12T23:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:35:18.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><title type='text'>Amazingly nice :-)</title><content type='html'>You're very nice. You're very friendly, smart and oh, you're soooo sexy. ;-) That smile of yours... I want to take a picture of it so I can look at it 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, who would have thought? I didn't even want to go and then... I nearly got into a fight with my dad, so I went. And then you came into the room... and I was so glad that my dad won :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you destiny :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3543015988411800482?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3543015988411800482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3543015988411800482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3543015988411800482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3543015988411800482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2010/01/amazingly-nice.html' title='Amazingly nice :-)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1884232522752644731</id><published>2009-12-14T00:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:14:02.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>I was I was back there... in Ireland...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SyV0-_TYr7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gImvZVHHWWY/s1600-h/DSC05176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" 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href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-i-was-back-there-in-ireland.html' title='I was I was back there... in Ireland...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SyV0-_TYr7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/gImvZVHHWWY/s72-c/DSC05176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1397010265575399301</id><published>2009-11-29T21:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:05:44.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><title type='text'>Nix Neues...</title><content type='html'>von daher... ein Clip meiner Lieblingsszene aus TBBT ;-) mit spanischem Untertitel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DF7MroTLDfU&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DF7MroTLDfU&amp;amp;hl=de_DE&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe es, wie Leonard guckt, wenn er fragt: "D'you think?" *.*&lt;br /&gt;Und wie er fragt: "How did she know it was us?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Samstags, 14.10 Uhr Pro7 einschalten ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1397010265575399301?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1397010265575399301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1397010265575399301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1397010265575399301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1397010265575399301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/11/nix-neues.html' title='Nix Neues...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1024193711695336962</id><published>2009-11-26T16:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:39:14.539+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oh Dear....</title><content type='html'>Ich vermisse es, wenn Du nicht da bist. Ganz ganz schrecklich... Fürchterlich, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die letzten paar Tage habe ich meine Zeit im Bett totgeschlagen, ohne mich zu bewegen, betäubt von Schmerzmitteln, benebelt von Beruhigungstee... als einziger Begleiter mein kleines neues shiny Notebook mit dem Beatles-Aufkleber und auf dem Bildschirm flackerte "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;" - eine Serie, nach der ich mittlerweile süchtig bin... und was war mein letzter Gedanke, bevor ich schließlich eingeschlafen bin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bist Du Leonard und ich Penny...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1024193711695336962?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1024193711695336962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1024193711695336962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1024193711695336962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1024193711695336962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-dear.html' title='Oh Dear....'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5466735166563306318</id><published>2009-10-19T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:21:53.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konzert'/><title type='text'>Konzerte</title><content type='html'>Es gibt einfach nur wenig, was schöner ist, als ein gutes, chilliges, rockiges, aufwühlendes, glücklichmachendes Konzert :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5466735166563306318?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5466735166563306318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5466735166563306318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5466735166563306318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5466735166563306318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/10/konzerte.html' title='Konzerte'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1435525256397108961</id><published>2009-08-12T10:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:45:10.623+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Kränkungen schreiben wir in Marmor...</title><content type='html'>Komplimente in Sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was auch der Grund ist, warum ich schon lange nicht mehr geschrieben habe - ich will nicht jammern (weil es eh keinen Sinn hat) und ich will nicht allzu viel preis geben von mir (mal wieder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man dreht mir wieder jedes Wort im Mund rum, erinnert mich im voraus an Dinge, die ich vor Jahren mal gesagt habe ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wenn ich 30 werde... blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;"); man verplant mich, organisiert mich durch und wundert sich schließlich, wenn ich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dichtmache&lt;/span&gt;. Ich weiß, dass es nicht richtig ist. Ich weiß, dass die meisten sich dann Sorgen um mich machen - aber die meisten wissen auch, dass ich halt einfach so bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer nicht hören will, muss fühlen... Nur komischerweise lernt niemand was drauf. Weder meine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freunde&lt;/span&gt;, noch meine Familie, noch ich. Ganz besonders nicht ich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mache &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; vielleicht irgendwas falsch? Liegt es vielleicht an mir? Bin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; schuld "am elend dieser Welt"? Bin ich verantwortlich dafür, dass jemand glücklich wird? So sieht's -für mich- gerade ganz schön danach aus...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ich dachte, jeder ist seines eigenen Glückes Schmied, aber vielleicht liege ich auch damit falsch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wie kann ich glücklich werden, wenn ich es nicht einmal schaffe, mich morgens im Spiegel anzusehen? Derzeit ist es nämlich gerade wieder ganz ganz schlimm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1435525256397108961?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1435525256397108961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1435525256397108961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1435525256397108961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1435525256397108961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/08/krankungen-schreiben-wir-in-marmor.html' title='Kränkungen schreiben wir in Marmor...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2912724462826164272</id><published>2009-07-22T22:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:01:01.966+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>The irish were back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(talking about his brother)&lt;/em&gt;: Have you seen him sleeping on the bench last night? outside? He looked himself out. That fecking ejit!!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;to Rob&lt;/em&gt;: Pose, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob poses...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;shortly before leaving:&lt;/em&gt; Rob? Could you pose for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rob poses again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roy:&lt;/strong&gt; I was so drunk last time, I don't remember anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, that will upset my friend. The things you've done with her... ui ui ui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;turning red&lt;/em&gt;: Oh god! I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(after two minutes I start laughing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: I was only joking. You were good and didn't do anything, apart from playing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roy:&lt;/strong&gt; Singin?? Oh god, I'm even more sorry now!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;repeated line to my friend&lt;/em&gt;: I'm sorry for spilling my drink on your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Talking very fast in his irish accent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry... come again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ad:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Talking very fast again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry... just keep drinking, maybe I'll understand you later. &lt;em&gt;wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He kept drinking and at the end of the night, I understood everything he said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2912724462826164272?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2912724462826164272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2912724462826164272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2912724462826164272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2912724462826164272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/07/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4917472029322378784</id><published>2009-07-07T12:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:43:51.280+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><title type='text'>No distance left to run</title><content type='html'>Its over... you don't need to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're with someone who makes you feel safe in your sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I wont kill myself, trying to stay in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I got no distance left to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me, please, turn your back and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see you, 'cause I know the dreams that you keep is wearing me...&lt;br /&gt;When your coming down, think of me here.&lt;br /&gt;I got no distance left to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its over, I knew it would end this way.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're with someone who makes you feel that this life is the night&lt;br /&gt;and it settles down, stays around, spends more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;I got no distance left to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by blur-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you J.E.F.S. But it's better this way. I hope she'll make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;As Morrissey sung: "One day goodbye will be farewell" :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4917472029322378784?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4917472029322378784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4917472029322378784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4917472029322378784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4917472029322378784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-distance-left-to-run.html' title='No distance left to run'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5967586179476703723</id><published>2009-06-18T15:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:04:08.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konzert'/><title type='text'>Spare blur ticket!</title><content type='html'>Heya everyone - I have a spare blur ticket for their gig at London Hyde Park on July 3rd (a Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in it or knowing someone who might be? I'd give it away for a dinner or a decent british breakfast ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text me, or comment or... do... something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5967586179476703723?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5967586179476703723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5967586179476703723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5967586179476703723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5967586179476703723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/06/spare-blur-ticket.html' title='Spare blur ticket!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3958419420884958547</id><published>2009-06-12T16:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:54:41.652+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>I'm off!</title><content type='html'>Off to Ireland for the weekend - don't call, I won't answer ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3958419420884958547?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3958419420884958547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3958419420884958547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3958419420884958547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3958419420884958547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3404064928405825929</id><published>2009-06-05T18:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:09:18.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo wir schon dabei sind...</title><content type='html'>Ich habe gerade über Bandnamen nachgedacht. Bescheuerte Bandnamen. Hier ist eine Auswahl von Bandnamen, die ich gern in naher Zukunft in den CD-Regalen sehen möchte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. I had Sex with a deer and she liked it&lt;br /&gt;02. ... and you will know us by our smell&lt;br /&gt;03. Herr Möllern und seine fünf Geschwister&lt;br /&gt;05. Mein Handy ist kaputt, krieg ich Deins?&lt;br /&gt;06. Das Telefon klingelt&lt;br /&gt;07. Die vier fehlt und keiner hat's gemerkt!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vielen Dank für Ihre Aufmerksamkeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ich fliege am kommenden Freitag nach Irland, zu meinem ♥ . Hätte ich mal früher gewusst, dass meine Chefs beide an dem Freitag nicht da sind, hätte ich den morgendlichen Flug buchen können, aber neeeeeein, ich krieg' das ja erst gestern gesagt und kann meinen 20.00 Uhr Flug natürlich &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;umbuchen. Schöne Scheiße. Danke Jungs. Echt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3404064928405825929?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3404064928405825929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3404064928405825929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3404064928405825929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3404064928405825929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/06/wo-wir-schon-dabei-sind.html' title='Wo wir schon dabei sind...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5338531965627822033</id><published>2009-06-05T16:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:50:08.509+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>I wish it was me...</title><content type='html'>Den ganzen Tag Nichts gegessen, nur Kaffee getrunken, mit viel zu viel Zucker und zu wenig Milch. Nichts anderes... nur Kaffee. Ausschließlich. Für mehr ist keine Zeit. Kein klarer Gedanke, kein klares Wort, nur Stress-Stress-Stress-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;das-muss-heute-noch&lt;/span&gt; und &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ich geh jetzt für zwei Stunden in die Stadt was erledigen. Ach, können Sie heute länger bleiben? Wir müssten da noch was rausschicken&lt;/span&gt;-blah-blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragt mich mal jemand?&lt;br /&gt;Eigentlich muss ich heute Abend noch bei meinem Bruder im Restaurant arbeiten, weil sämtliche Tische reserviert sind und er sonst allein den Service und das Buffet machen muss. Weil seine Freundin keine Zeit hat. Weil meine Mutter gestern an der Hand operiert wurde. Weil sonst niemand so blöd ist wie ich und zu allem immer "Ja" und "Amen" sagt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wish it was me, they chose. Ich wünschte, ich wäre wo anders. Ich wünschte, ich wäre jemand anderes. I wish I was someone better. I wish I was... I wish I was... nein, nicht ausschreiben, nur denken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Die roten Augen können wir noch immer mit "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Allergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" erklären und die blauen Flecke mit einem unglücklichen Sturz (das mit "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ich hatte es eilig und bin gegen die Tür geknallt&lt;/span&gt;" hat man mir ja nicht abgenommen). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; denn tatsächlich jemand fragen sollte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5338531965627822033?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5338531965627822033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5338531965627822033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-it-was-me.html' title='I wish it was me...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4749375677005304470</id><published>2009-05-17T22:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:28:44.754+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>weekend at the pub...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; What's your name?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*muffles his name that sounded a bit like 'DARA'*&lt;/span&gt; but you can call me anything you want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Can I call you "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dara&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; NO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ:&lt;/span&gt; Do you speak english?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; No, sorry, I'm not able to understand a single word of what you're saying. Anything else I can help you with? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to be continued when I caught up all the sleep I missed this weekend... *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yawn&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4749375677005304470?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4749375677005304470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4749375677005304470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4749375677005304470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4749375677005304470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-at-pub.html' title='weekend at the pub...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5910507702949416821</id><published>2009-04-20T09:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:13:09.065+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><title type='text'>I wish it was me...</title><content type='html'>But I'll get by without your smile&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get through without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish it was me you chose&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was me you chose&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we we're never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Scouting for girls - Elvis ain't dead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5910507702949416821?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5910507702949416821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5910507702949416821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5910507702949416821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5910507702949416821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wish-it-was-me.html' title='I wish it was me...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7589754774377466293</id><published>2009-04-02T13:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:53:27.746+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><title type='text'>@ Murmel, Kat. and Seagull</title><content type='html'>regarding picture of Irish and me online:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! We're looking ace on it, don't you think? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... about my phone... well.. T-Mobile missed to tell me an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; thing. They told me after I asked them where my fecking phone is. Tell you later by person, if you want. Well, I'll have to go to the mobile-store tomorrow or saturday to get a new phone. Wankers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I should tell you? Hm... why didn't it work out to send a text to my mums phone? Were you typing in chinese? russian? or worse... GERMAN!??? ;-) Only joking, luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go, lunch break is nearly over... :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7589754774377466293?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7589754774377466293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7589754774377466293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7589754774377466293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7589754774377466293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/04/murmel-kat-and-seagull.html' title='@ Murmel, Kat. and Seagull'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7651615315894577228</id><published>2009-04-01T00:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:55:32.070+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>And it's turning out to be a good day :-)</title><content type='html'>After all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't such a shit day, after I helped my brother at his restaurant. After work we talked a lot and I found out a lot of things about my brother I didn't know. I'm glad he confided in me. I reckon, we're friends again. And this feels bloody ace! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and: -2 days until I'm going to pick up Oliver with my mum :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7651615315894577228?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7651615315894577228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7651615315894577228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7651615315894577228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7651615315894577228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-its-turning-out-to-be-good-day.html' title='And it&apos;s turning out to be a good day :-)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8841007776309198242</id><published>2009-03-31T16:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:44:23.071+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>D'you know what I mean?</title><content type='html'>There are some days when you wake up and think: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shouldn't get up today... it just doesn't feel right&lt;/span&gt;" but you do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You get into your car and it won't start... poor James is knowing what is coming to him, but I can't change it now, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You miss two trains for work and arrive an hour late, when you finally made it to the station, to FINALLY get a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You go to work and you think "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, today is going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" because you have an appointment with a great friend of yours to go to the pub after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You are at work and the first thing that happenes after you started working: your glasses brake!! You can't see shit without them, so you manage to mend them a little, so that you can at least work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You go to lunch with your colleague, saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't eat a lot, because I'm going to the pub tonight!&lt;/span&gt;" and you eat just something so your stomach shuts the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You go back into your office after lunch to receive a phone call some hours later by your great friend saying, that she can't make it to the pub and that she's really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You feel stalked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your colleague has an "early leave" day (again!) and you sit there feeling like shit, because you don't have a child or someone else at home who needs you, which is the reason why you don't give a shit about anything that SHOULD matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You realise, that you should be more cruel! You should be more "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck off&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you mind leaving me alone, please?&lt;/span&gt;". You can't be everybodys darling! You don't have to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will never be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you can think of aaaaaaaaaaall day long... acutally is: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking hell, I should have stayed in bed today... this just doesn't feel right&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8841007776309198242?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8841007776309198242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8841007776309198242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8841007776309198242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8841007776309198242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/dyou-know-what-i-mean.html' title='D&apos;you know what I mean?'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3018240496503647965</id><published>2009-03-26T21:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:23:57.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>Love him already :-)&lt;br /&gt;Going to pick him up on Friday, April 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkJFJLLTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/C4HACMN7Q1M/s1600-h/Oliver-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkJFJLLTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/C4HACMN7Q1M/s320/Oliver-04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317594629691616562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkJCKp9_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YR3t7pvpuBY/s1600-h/Oliver-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkJCKp9_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YR3t7pvpuBY/s320/Oliver-02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317594628892522482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkIys5ysI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iO-08Twu_Z0/s1600-h/Oliver-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkIys5ysI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iO-08Twu_Z0/s320/Oliver-01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317594624741198530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3018240496503647965?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3018240496503647965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3018240496503647965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3018240496503647965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3018240496503647965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ScvkJFJLLTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/C4HACMN7Q1M/s72-c/Oliver-04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2728493120012006470</id><published>2009-03-10T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:38:19.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Schlafen</title><content type='html'>Stunden-, Tage-, Nächtelang... ach was sage ich da: Monatelang!&lt;br /&gt;Am liebsten würde ich gar nicht mehr aufstehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometime's you get so tired you just can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2728493120012006470?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2728493120012006470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2728493120012006470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2728493120012006470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2728493120012006470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/schlafen.html' title='Schlafen'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1135809648968375700</id><published>2009-03-08T18:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:10:48.724+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>Wenigstens haben wir dieses Mal geklärt, wo das Problem lag.&lt;div&gt;Und jetzt ist es aus. Offiziell. Für immer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt; ist Geschichte. Ich schließe endgültig damit ab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Endlich bin&lt;/s&gt; ich bin frei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1135809648968375700?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1135809648968375700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1135809648968375700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1135809648968375700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1135809648968375700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3215477062642306186</id><published>2009-03-06T15:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:13:42.253+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>Aufräumen...</title><content type='html'>Ich räume gerade meinen Rechner im Büro auf und habe folgendes gefunden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She lies on the bed with her hands in her head and she screams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    He gets a kick out of losing the plot so it seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    He makes you all laugh so she's the one doing harm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    But how can you fight when she's not the one under his arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mascara läuft über ihre Wangen und sie zittert wie Espenlaub. Aspen… Snowboarden… Schnee… Koks… sollte sie vielleicht… nein, hinweg böser Gedanke! Keine Drogen. Sie hatte schließlich für ihn mit allem aufgehört. Sogar mit dem rauchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    These dreams have let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Take it don't break it just turn it around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    These dreams won't let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sie nimmt den Telefonhörer in die Hand und wählt die Nummer ihres besten Freundes Dan. Als er antwortet klingt er gut gelaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan:&lt;/span&gt; "Hey, alles klar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sie: &lt;/span&gt;  "Dan? Er hat Schluss gemacht. Gerade eben am Telefon…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; schweigt eine gefühlte Ewigkeit, dann sagt er: "Wie geht es Dir?"&lt;br /&gt;Und &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sie&lt;/span&gt; fängt wieder leise an zu weinen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    You never stopped loving his misfortunate lazy ways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    All the memories that you should've had are a cabaret haze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    There's just a hole where you know he should've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    There's no one worse off than you when you can't descride what you've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean:&lt;/span&gt; "D'ya wanna know, why I wan' you to tell 'im about ya feelin's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sie:&lt;/span&gt;     "'cause ya still luv me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean:&lt;/span&gt; "'cause I already go' me a new girlfriend…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Where do you go when you're all alone in your bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Do you cry in your sleep 'cos it's better unsaid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Have you forgotten you're past because that's how it seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Is it too hard to think? so you edit your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And play them back again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seit dem sind 6 1/2 Jahre vergangen und sie denkt noch immer sehr oft an ihn. Bei jedem noch so kleinen britischem Wort zuckt sie zusammen und schaut sich nach ihm um. Doch er ist nicht da. Er wird auch nicht zurück kommen. Er ist jetzt mit ihr glücklich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    These dreams have let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Take it don't break it just turn it around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    These dreams won't let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und sie? Sie traut sich nicht, ihrem besten Freund zu sagen, was sie damals für ihn (ihrem besten Freund) empfunden hat. Sie traut sich nicht, ihn zu fragen, ob er weiß, wie es Sean geht. Sie traut sich nicht, endlich los zu lassen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    You've got tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3215477062642306186?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3215477062642306186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3215477062642306186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3215477062642306186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3215477062642306186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/aufraumen.html' title='Aufräumen...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-675547311127387023</id><published>2009-03-06T09:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:21:58.749+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Diese Woche</title><content type='html'>Kann man die aus dem Kalender löschen? Aus den Erinnerungen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Mein Handy ist "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;verschwunden&lt;/span&gt;"; somit alle Nummern, Termine, Geburtstage und und und.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt; hat mir wieder eine E-Mail geschrieben und sich erneut entschuldigt. Ich würde ihm gern noch eine Chance geben, einfach auf freundschaftlicher Basis. Keine Ahnung. Ich bin grad noch zu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; um nen klaren Gedanken zu fassen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; Heute Morgen ist mir auch schon wieder zu viel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Ich brauche nen Tee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-675547311127387023?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/675547311127387023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=675547311127387023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/675547311127387023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/675547311127387023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/diese-woche.html' title='Diese Woche'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7059402000067263645</id><published>2009-03-03T17:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:37:49.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>"This time I'm drying my eyes and a fucking nose bleed"</title><content type='html'>Auf einer meiner "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ich profilier mich und lade Bilder von mir hoch, auf denen ich böse gucke&lt;/span&gt;"-Seiten ist diese Woche bei mir "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyrics-Week&lt;/span&gt;", was bedeutet, dass ich täglich in meine Status-Zeile eine Liedzeile aus meinen Lieblingsstücken zitiere. Heute ist es Mike Skinner! Und er ist mächtig böse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heute fühle ich mich mal wieder wie der geborene Loser, der dreckigste Abschaum vom Abschaum, die Königin unter den Idioten. Als ich eben noch so in der Küche stand und über Dinge nachdachte, die ich nicht mehr ändern kann, habe ich mir ein Stück Schokokuchen meiner Kollegin in den Rachen gestopft und mir gedacht: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, Schokolade macht gar nicht so glücklich, wie alle immer sagen&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doch es gibt ein paar Gedanken, die schwirren mir seit einigen Wochen mal wieder durch den Kopf. Sie beinhalten die Worte "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nutzlos&lt;/span&gt;" und "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verschwendung&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fehler&lt;/span&gt;" und Gelächter. Viel Gelächter. Es tut weh, aber irgendwie gewöhnt man sich daran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn man weiß, wie man damit umgehen kann. ;-)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7059402000067263645?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7059402000067263645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7059402000067263645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7059402000067263645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7059402000067263645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-time-im-drying-my-eyes-and-fucking.html' title='&quot;This time I&apos;m drying my eyes and a fucking nose bleed&quot;'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5571531469580174569</id><published>2009-03-02T09:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:16:49.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Kurz und knapp</title><content type='html'>Ich hasse Montage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5571531469580174569?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5571531469580174569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5571531469580174569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5571531469580174569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5571531469580174569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/03/kurz-und-knapp.html' title='Kurz und knapp'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8460739469155644190</id><published>2009-02-26T18:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:09:02.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You cannot change the world... but you can change a nation...?</title><content type='html'>Obi-Wan Obama und Angie im Wunderland machen es vor. "Yes, we can!" ruft die Nation plötzlich ständig und wirft im Einklang mit der Natur erst einmal jeglichen Bauarbeiterhelm in die Luft und fängt ihn glücklich wieder auf. Blah Blah Blah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mein von Schlaf gepeinigtes Ohr hat heute Morgen die Hymne Angies vernommen. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deutschland, es wird schwer, aber wir schaffen das. Es wird dauern, aber wir schaffen das&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;- remind you of anyone? Kleiner Tipp: Trägt im Kinderfernsehen einen Bauarbeiterhelm und redet mit seinen&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Freunden&lt;/span&gt;, den Baumaschinen UND der Katze ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, DER schafft es wohl wirklich immer wieder. NO matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we can! Wenn doch nur meine Nation genauso kampfkräftig wäre, statt am Strand rumzulungern und zu sagen: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh, jetze nichte. Lass uns tringge eine Glass Prosecco und dann vielleicht mir könne gucke, was mir könne macke, eh? Komm amore, gib mir eine kuus&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In diesem Sinne:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, we might!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8460739469155644190?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8460739469155644190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8460739469155644190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8460739469155644190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8460739469155644190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cannot-change-world-but-you-can.html' title='You cannot change the world... but you can change a nation...?'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1253007582336775404</id><published>2009-02-23T22:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:32:07.828+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>Karneval, neue Leute und Hoffnung</title><content type='html'>Freitag&lt;br /&gt;- Faschings Warm Up Party im Bürgerhaus. Ich als englische Lady (mit blonder Langhaarperrücke!!), Irish als Ludmilla und Chris als Jackie Sparrow. Es war echt SAULUSTIG!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ich werde nie wieder Alkohol trinken! Zumindest nicht aus kleinen Gießkannen!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ich habe die Cousine meiner Bald-Schwägerin kennengelernt. Nennen wir sie "Ines". Eine ganz süße. Ich hätte sie am liebsten in den Arm genommen. Sie ist wirklich Zuckersüß. Und noch so jung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samstag&lt;br /&gt;- ohne Kater aufgewacht (ich habe mich schon gewundert), aber ich war trotzdem total im Arsch.&lt;br /&gt;- Anruf meines Bruders mit der Frage: "Hast Du schon gehört? Das mit Ines?" Ich war danach noch mehr im Arsch - nicht nur körperlich. Autounfall nach dem Faschings Warm Up. Sie liegt im Koma :-(. Mein Bruder ist mit seiner Freundin ins Krankenhaus gefahren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonntag&lt;br /&gt;- Auf dem Faschings-Umzug Ines' besten Freund getroffen. Sie ist aufgewacht und stabil. :-) Der Fahrer des Wagens (ihr Exfreund) hat es nicht geschafft :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchmal frage ich mich echt, ob Gott (oder sonst wer) uns manchmal verarschen will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1253007582336775404?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1253007582336775404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1253007582336775404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1253007582336775404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1253007582336775404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/02/karneval-neue-leute-und-hoffnung.html' title='Karneval, neue Leute und Hoffnung'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-342026205646512494</id><published>2009-02-16T18:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:50:39.314+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Samstag</title><content type='html'>Kino! The Spirit! Ich bitte meinen nun folgenden Ausdruck zu entschuldigen, aber ein anderes Wort dafür fällt mir leider nicht ein:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scheiße man, war der &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;geil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Und sooooooooooo ewig &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;witzig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Toiletten sind IMMER lustig!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben und ich haben uns heute über die "Zahnarztstuhl-Szene" unterhalten... naja, was heißt hier "unterhalten"...? Wir haben nur ein paar Worte gesagt und dann angefangen zu lachen wie blöd. Ich hab geheult vorhin im Zug. Geheult!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ich glaube, ich muss mir den nochmal anschauen ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJXOVMDFXWs&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJXOVMDFXWs&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-342026205646512494?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/342026205646512494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=342026205646512494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/342026205646512494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/342026205646512494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/02/samstag.html' title='Samstag'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6845246028993023878</id><published>2009-02-15T19:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:23:15.471+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Irish - Mark Ronson.</title><content type='html'>Seid nett zueinander ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZhdF4SftyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JE8weJuIkh4/s1600-h/Mark+Ronsons+schicker+Mantel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZhdF4SftyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JE8weJuIkh4/s320/Mark+Ronsons+schicker+Mantel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303090916819449634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6845246028993023878?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/6845246028993023878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=6845246028993023878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6845246028993023878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6845246028993023878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/02/irish-mark-ronson.html' title='Irish - Mark Ronson.'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZhdF4SftyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/JE8weJuIkh4/s72-c/Mark+Ronsons+schicker+Mantel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5573733485044470298</id><published>2009-02-11T03:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:24:06.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konzert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Pure love</title><content type='html'>Ich habe diesmal sogar eine Set-List ergattert :-)&lt;br /&gt;(Mit Schuhabdruck!! *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4s4OX0vI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4mTZqjMFtGQ/s1600-h/KC-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4s4OX0vI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4mTZqjMFtGQ/s320/KC-11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301362055026561778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4shYdGoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MM_31drHvHw/s1600-h/KC-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4shYdGoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MM_31drHvHw/s320/KC-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301362048894835330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4skkXhaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oYKXxCfwG40/s1600-h/KC-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4skkXhaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oYKXxCfwG40/s320/KC-07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301362049750107554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4sv33boI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Z_fmgizBF9o/s1600-h/KC-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4sv33boI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Z_fmgizBF9o/s320/KC-03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301362052784680578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5573733485044470298?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5573733485044470298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5573733485044470298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5573733485044470298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5573733485044470298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/02/pure-love.html' title='Pure love'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SZI4s4OX0vI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4mTZqjMFtGQ/s72-c/KC-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8972774201265759585</id><published>2009-02-05T15:57:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:12:02.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;01.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Seit ein paar Tagen sind Chris, Alex und ich die einzigen Singles in meinem Freundeskreis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(von denen ich es weiß und bei denen ich weiß, dass sie diesen Status gern ändern möchten)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;02.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ich hab' gestern Nacht gepennt wie'n Stein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;03.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ja, ich hatte einen Rückfall. Nein, es tut nicht weh&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, auch wenn es vielleicht so aussieht&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;04.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Mein Bruder und ich können nicht mehr über ernste Themen miteinander reden. Dafür hat er jetzt jemand anderes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;05.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ich habe nächste Woche Urlaub! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;URLAUB!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ne GANZE Woche! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow -.-&lt;/span&gt; Ich fahre aber nicht weg, weil ich einiges zu tun habe... Unter anderem wird Ricky Wilson endlich erfahren, dass es mich gibt!! YEAH!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Mein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bruder hat mir am Dienstag die Hand gedrückt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(da, wo's noch bissel weh getan hat) und grinst fies. Worauf ich lächelnd gesagt habe: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Junge, meinst du wirklich, dass mir weh tut, was Du gerade machst, bei den ganzen Sachen, die ICH mache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" und ich kam mir... nicht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; vor, aber schon irgendwie... toll?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;- Ja, ich weiß durchaus, wie das klingt, vielen Dank&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Ich möchte gern mal James May drücken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8972774201265759585?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8972774201265759585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8972774201265759585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8972774201265759585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8972774201265759585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3421137444326737648</id><published>2009-01-28T22:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:46:30.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>I thought she said that to comfort me...</title><content type='html'>But I do believe her, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her about how I felt lately and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;said: "Don't worry, that's totally normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "Really? I thought I'm some kind of freak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she:&lt;/span&gt; "No, really. To be honest it's quite good that you feel this way. Some people will never experience that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, can I switch lives with them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she:&lt;/span&gt; "Believe me, you wouldn't want that. You'll get bored soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my therapist. She's amazing :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3421137444326737648?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3421137444326737648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3421137444326737648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thought-she-said-that-to-comfort-me.html' title='I thought she said that to comfort me...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2818042352693773846</id><published>2009-01-27T14:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:15:14.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezession'/><title type='text'>:-)</title><content type='html'>Alex said (&lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/photos/659/11/2008-the-year-in-quotes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's going to be like getting the A-Team back together for a job. We've got to bust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[drummer Dave]&lt;/span&gt; Rowntree out of law school."&lt;br /&gt;Alex James confirms that Blur will be reforming for live shows.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Rooney's more stupid than I thought!! *I can't stop laughing after reading it &lt;a href="http://www.nme.com/photos/660/14/weirdest-news-stories-of-2008"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In July footballer Wayne Rooney expressed his devotion to his favourite band Stereophonics by getting a tattoo done. The prominent tattoo, on the inside of his right forearm, reads &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Just Enough Education To Perform'&lt;/span&gt;, the title of the band's 2001 Number One album.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do you think this is just toooo funny??&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2818042352693773846?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2818042352693773846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2818042352693773846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2818042352693773846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2818042352693773846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':-)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3280060798630827670</id><published>2009-01-27T09:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:41:10.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>Commercial brake! Advertisment! Publicity! Call it what you want...</title><content type='html'>But have a listen to &lt;a href="http://www.younggunsband.com/"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt;, please!&lt;br /&gt;It's my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;former myspace-&lt;/span&gt;friend James with his mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3280060798630827670?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3280060798630827670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3280060798630827670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3280060798630827670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3280060798630827670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/commercial-brake-advertisment-publicity.html' title='Commercial brake! Advertisment! Publicity! Call it what you want...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7016473465545303230</id><published>2009-01-23T15:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:37:50.808+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konzert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Bolloooooooocks!</title><content type='html'>Deep down inside I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that there is something... missing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel desperate! I feel left alone - although I don't want to see my friends. I feel misunderstood - although I'm not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel shit! I wish there was something I could do about it, but I don't know what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions? Should I join a martial-arts-course? The army maybe? What? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh - never mind... I'm out for dinner and cocktails tonight with my former colleagues, let's see if anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just as I found someone to come and see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Travis &lt;/span&gt;with me (who are doing Frankfurt on Feb.9), I call the place of the gig just to be told, that it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sold out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have my tickets to see Kaiser Chiefs on Feb.10...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7016473465545303230?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7016473465545303230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7016473465545303230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7016473465545303230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7016473465545303230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/bolloooooooocks.html' title='Bolloooooooocks!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1525962942506875509</id><published>2009-01-23T12:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:50:41.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Ausreden - Nichts als ausreden!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmuuLO4kmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvcisSLhxq8/s1600-h/NichtlustigePiraten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmuuLO4kmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvcisSLhxq8/s320/NichtlustigePiraten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454945263161954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmut1M_l-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_i2-vFGlemU/s1600-h/NichtlustigSohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmut1M_l-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_i2-vFGlemU/s320/NichtlustigSohn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454939349653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmut7V_7NI/AAAAAAAAAVA/b-rNxoMcmI4/s1600-h/NichtlustigHund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmut7V_7NI/AAAAAAAAAVA/b-rNxoMcmI4/s320/NichtlustigHund.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454940998036690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmut0G3lgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gLTD4Dr3eRI/s1600-h/NichtlustigLemming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmut0G3lgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gLTD4Dr3eRI/s320/NichtlustigLemming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294454939055527426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all taken from &lt;a href="http://www.nichtlustig.de/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1525962942506875509?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1525962942506875509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1525962942506875509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1525962942506875509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1525962942506875509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/ausreden-nichts-als-ausreden.html' title='Ausreden - Nichts als ausreden!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SXmuuLO4kmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvcisSLhxq8/s72-c/NichtlustigePiraten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4302627071830747056</id><published>2009-01-19T14:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:42:31.671+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>Mustn't stare!!</title><content type='html'>It's quite weird... There &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;be something wrong with me! This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; be normal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;! James is ace! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nxtXsOwdFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nxtXsOwdFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy:&lt;/span&gt; "James! Go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;James:&lt;/span&gt; "I can't stand that"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4302627071830747056?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4302627071830747056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4302627071830747056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4302627071830747056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4302627071830747056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/mustnt-stare.html' title='Mustn&apos;t stare!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4396154800917575003</id><published>2009-01-13T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:27:18.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Jeremy and me :-)</title><content type='html'>Jeremy Clarkson improved my style of swearing... this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, as soon as I see a total nutcase on the street, not knowing which way to go and not using indicators when stopping in the middle of the road, I use the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c-word&lt;/span&gt; or at least the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;f-word &lt;/span&gt;followed by a quite furious "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt;". I also like to call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tosser&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slag&lt;/span&gt;, but not this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I shouted, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Custard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c-word&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt; brought together. Isn't it nice? Noone will ever notice, unless you're Jeremy Clarkson, his wife or someone reading this very text ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4396154800917575003?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4396154800917575003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4396154800917575003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4396154800917575003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4396154800917575003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/jeremy-and-me.html' title='Jeremy and me :-)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3168521823920631114</id><published>2009-01-09T16:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:45:26.093+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Ich scheine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ein bißchen&lt;/span&gt; ein Musik-Rassist zu sein.&lt;br /&gt;Nein, nicht so extrem, wie ihr jetzt denken mögt. Ich mag die &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strokes&lt;/span&gt; noch immer nicht und rede dennoch mit Leuten, die sie mögen ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Wenn man &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; nicht kennt bin ich &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mittlerweile)&lt;/span&gt; nicht ganz so enttäuscht &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(es sei denn, man behauptet, seit JAHRZEHNTEN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oasis&lt;/span&gt;-Fan zu sein und bei der Erwähnung von &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur &lt;/span&gt;kommt nur ein verwirrtes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wer?&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Ich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;könnte&lt;/span&gt; kiloweise Nudeln essen, ohne, dass mir schlecht wird, aber sobald ich ein Stückchen von Innis Geburtstagskuchen intus hatte, wollte ich sterben! Vor Freude und Völlerei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; Brügge ist eine wundervolle Stadt, besonders wenn die Kanäle zugefroren sind. Und Pommes sind weiterhin Pommes, auch wenn sie in Belgien hätten anders schmecken können ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Krank zu sein hat auch mal was gutes. Viel Schlaf z.B. im kuscheligen, warmen Bett &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bei zwei Bettdecken kein Wunder)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Die Freundin meines Bruders hat heute Geburtstag und ich habe kein Geburtstagsgeschenk für sie besorgen können :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; Ich möchte Musik heiraten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3168521823920631114?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3168521823920631114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3168521823920631114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3168521823920631114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3168521823920631114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2171614030064488452</id><published>2009-01-09T16:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:45:43.223+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>THE List</title><content type='html'>Okay, since this year started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not that nice&lt;/span&gt; (feeling sick and all), I decided to do a list. Yes, a list. What list? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to do before I die&lt;/span&gt;" list!&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me? I'm not going to share mine online, though. I'm going to do it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old-school like&lt;/span&gt;, write it by hand and keep it with me all the time :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start right away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2171614030064488452?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2171614030064488452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2171614030064488452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2171614030064488452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2171614030064488452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/list.html' title='THE List'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2842276374941819032</id><published>2009-01-08T01:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:46:00.798+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>I'm loving it!!</title><content type='html'>Not the fact that I'm at home with an upset stomach... no... I'm talking about the weather!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freezing and the snow it still as white and fresh as it was when it fell last week!! ACE! I love this! Alhtough I can't really enjoy it, since I'm in my bed all day... and in the bathroom, if you know, what I mean? :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2842276374941819032?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2842276374941819032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2842276374941819032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2842276374941819032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2842276374941819032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m loving it!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1577004369608905185</id><published>2009-01-05T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:46:43.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Starting over new</title><content type='html'>So, the 1st of January is usually a day, when you start to think over certain things you've done and not done in the last year. Maybe reflecting helps you to improve some things or ways of behaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did reflect on some things and came to some conclutions - finally (and hopefully) I will get over some things and change certain ways of my behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start - I went to Bruges last weekend and just got home last night. It was fun! Rowena and I stayed at a friends' house, made new friends, saw Bruges, had belgian chips and crisps, drank a lot at the house party and finally went to sleep happy. Well... I did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*chuckle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I am a bit tired today like Rowena, that's why I can't manage to work properly today, but that's somehow okay, as my superiors and colleagues are not in today. Which sucks, because if they were in, I would do some work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - hope you're all having a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1577004369608905185?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1577004369608905185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1577004369608905185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1577004369608905185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1577004369608905185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-over-new.html' title='Starting over new'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2626044311647609499</id><published>2008-12-30T14:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:47:07.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>Lesson learned...</title><content type='html'>I decided against a top5-list this year, so I just tell you what I learnt this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good it was, how nice it made you feel or how loved you felt - history does not repeat. Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let history rest in peace and go on with your life. One day &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(may not be tomorrow, may not be next week or the upcoming year either)&lt;/span&gt; you will be happy. Just remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; rain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy new year, everyone. Have fun tomorrow and should you be club- or bar-hopping in Frankfurt, smile and wave if you see me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2626044311647609499?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2626044311647609499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2626044311647609499&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2626044311647609499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2626044311647609499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/lessons-learned.html' title='Lesson learned...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7744567390086769837</id><published>2008-12-22T11:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:11:22.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I had a dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><title type='text'>I had a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;Kennt ihr die BBC Sendung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Gear&lt;/span&gt;? Nein?  Guckt sie euch an, die ist total geil und superwitzig &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(wenn ihr auf Autos steht  allerdings nur...)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;Nun denn... in letzter Zeit habe ich sehr  oft und sehr viel Top Gear geschaut, was natürlich zur Folge hat(te) dass ich  (heute Morgen im Zug!!!) von den Jungs geträumt habe... Es war sehr witzig, aber  worum genau es ging, weiß ich leider nicht mehr. Ich war mit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;Richard "Hamster" Hammond, Jeremy Clarkson und James  "Captain Slow" May unterwegs in Africa... Richard Hammond fuchtelte wie wild mit  den Armen vor meinem Gesicht herum, als er mir irgendwas erklären wollte,  während James und Jeremy hinter ihm Grimassen schnitten und auch sonst sehr obszöne Dinge taten, die Briten nunmal so tun, weil sie's witzig finden :-D ... und ich durfte nicht lachen. Anordnung der  Produzenten. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You laugh, you will lose a point&lt;/span&gt;" hieß es ständig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;Versuch das mal - eine Woche lang unterwegs  mit James May &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dessen trockener Humor mich aus den Socken reißt)&lt;/span&gt;, Richard  Hammond &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(der selbst in Lachen ausbricht, wenn er merkt, dass er was witziges  gesagt hat)&lt;/span&gt; und Jeremy Clarkson &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(der immer eine Augenbraue hochzieht, wenn die  Menge anfängt zu gröhlen und er so tut, als würde er nicht verstehen, WARUM die  jetzt gerade lachen)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;Unmöglich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihr glaubt mir nicht? Dann checkt DAS mal aus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbxt3P6UK4Y&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbxt3P6UK4Y&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und das beste überhaupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;(Ja, ich weiß, es ist 08:02 Minuten lang, aber glaubt mir: ES IST SAUKOMISCH!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="792232309-22122008"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jm7mmVp7mM&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jm7mmVp7mM&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You HAVE to start with "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7744567390086769837?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7744567390086769837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7744567390086769837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7744567390086769837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7744567390086769837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4384603609796051619</id><published>2008-12-10T22:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:12:32.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Because it IS funny!!</title><content type='html'>Hab grad knapp 40 Mins. mit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; telefoniert und davor gemütliche 30 Minuten mit meiner Lieblings-Möwe :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt? Will ich euch lachen sehen / hören! LOS! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. To the &lt;a href="http://www.picturesofwalls.com/Database/Filestore/batman.jpeg"&gt;Bat-Caravan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;02. Du bist so doof, dass Du &lt;a href="http://www.picturesofwalls.com/Database/Filestore/cellphone.jpeg"&gt;klingelst&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;03. Yes, this one IS &lt;a href="http://www.picturesofwalls.com/Database/Filestore/iwh_ed_10_downing_st.jpeg"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;04. Yes, &lt;a href="http://www.picturesofwalls.com/Database/Filestore/gordon.jpeg"&gt;I know&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4384603609796051619?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4384603609796051619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4384603609796051619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4384603609796051619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4384603609796051619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-it-is-funny.html' title='Because it IS funny!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-282037821658018143</id><published>2008-12-10T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:30:38.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konzert'/><title type='text'>First gig in 2009 - booked and confirmed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLUR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. Juli 2009, 16.00 Uhr Ortszeit, im Londoner Hyde Park!! In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Originalbesetzung&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIT &lt;/span&gt;Graham Coxon!!&lt;br /&gt;Ich dreh' dursch!!! *hyperventilier vor Freude und in Tüte atme*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das ist fast so geil, als hätte ich Tickets für die Beatles gekauft!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-282037821658018143?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/282037821658018143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=282037821658018143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/282037821658018143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/282037821658018143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-gig-in-2009-booked-and-confirmed.html' title='First gig in 2009 - booked and confirmed!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1080143729893136549</id><published>2008-12-09T00:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:33:43.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Modern Art is Rubbish</title><content type='html'>Geiles Album von blur, aber das nur nebenbei bemerkt ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ST2uV5G29XI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rskPqu8Efgc/s1600-h/fumo-tinto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ST2uV5G29XI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rskPqu8Efgc/s320/fumo-tinto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277566029478163826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ich ♥ LIEBE ♥ meine schwarzen Haare :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1080143729893136549?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1080143729893136549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1080143729893136549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1080143729893136549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1080143729893136549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/modern-art-is-rubbish.html' title='Modern Art is Rubbish'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/ST2uV5G29XI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rskPqu8Efgc/s72-c/fumo-tinto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3232008930984040856</id><published>2008-12-06T18:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:44:33.015+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Frei</title><content type='html'>Ich fühle mich so erleichtert, so FREI, das ist unglaublich!! Als hätte ich die ganzen Jahre über ein Kettenhemd angehabt und es jetzt endlich ausgezogen!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich war gestern Abend / Nacht das erste Mal seit "er" weg ist mit Freunden unterwegs und ich habe mich so gut amüsiert wie schon lange nicht. Ich habe so viele "alte Bekannte" zufällig wiedergetroffen, mit denen ich stundenlang gesungen, getanzt und gequarkt habe, bis ich schließlich nach Hause gefahren bin und im Morgengrauen glücklich ins Bett und eingschlummert bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Leben kan so schön sein - warum ist es nicht &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immer &lt;/span&gt;so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3232008930984040856?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3232008930984040856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3232008930984040856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3232008930984040856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3232008930984040856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/frei.html' title='Frei'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2959497272767668141</id><published>2008-12-03T12:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:50:33.881+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>*blank*</title><content type='html'>Er hat sich gemeldet. Eigentlich hat er nur einen Satz geschrieben (er setzt ja keine Satzzeichen). Ich war - als ich die Nachricht gelesen habe - so sauer, enttäuscht und aufgelöst, dass ich heute extreme Kopfschmerzen habe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Er hat geschrieben, "you were boring I nearly died". Er wäre "nicht interessiert", die 11 Tage hätten ihm gelangt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mittlerweile grinse ich in mich hinein und denke "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's got nothing to do with being interested or not, it's about being polite!&lt;/span&gt;" und ich meine damit, dass er sich nicht mal gemeldet hat um zu sagen, dass er wieder zu Hause angekommen ist. Ein "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm home. Thanks for nothing&lt;/span&gt;" hätte es doch auch getan, oder etwa nicht?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In gewisser Weise bin ich froh, dass es vorbei ist - jetzt kann ich endlich mit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diesem&lt;/span&gt; Thema abschließen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2959497272767668141?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2959497272767668141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2959497272767668141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2959497272767668141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2959497272767668141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/12/blank.html' title='*blank*'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4447661341116742908</id><published>2008-11-28T13:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:09:47.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>Yeah, g.f.y.!</title><content type='html'>Er hat mich aus seiner Facebook-Freundesliste rausgeschmissen. Genauer gesagt hat er seinen Account gelöscht und nur noch den laufen, in dem steht, dass er mit seiner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angeblichen&lt;/span&gt; Ex zusammen ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...und wisst ihr was? Im ersten Moment hat's verdammt weh getan &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(immerhin sind 21 Tage vergangen, seit ich ihn gesehen / gehört oder gar gelesen habe)&lt;/span&gt; aber mittlerweile bin ich enttäuscht. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEHR Sehr sehr &lt;/span&gt;enttäuscht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4447661341116742908?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4447661341116742908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4447661341116742908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4447661341116742908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4447661341116742908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-gfy.html' title='Yeah, g.f.y.!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-9001323596626104558</id><published>2008-11-26T21:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:53:08.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Alles wieder gut... :-)</title><content type='html'>Meine allwöchentlichen Blah-Blah-Sitzungen helfen wirklich. Ein bißchen heulen, ein bißchen toben und schon sieht die Welt wieder ganz anders aus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jetzt habe ich bis zu meiner nächsten Sitzung eine Aufgabe: "Was kann ich?" bzw. "Welche Qualitäten habe ich?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkt 1 haben wir schon gefunden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinn für Humor&lt;/span&gt; - in allen Lebenslagen, egal was passiert; irgendwann lache ich bestimmt drüber :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt gerade färbe ich meine Haare :-D Juchuuu!! Mein heißgeliebtes Schwarz ist wieder da! *freude*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-9001323596626104558?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/9001323596626104558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=9001323596626104558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/9001323596626104558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/9001323596626104558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/alles-wieder-gut.html' title='Alles wieder gut... :-)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5739286535888504034</id><published>2008-11-26T09:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:56:14.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Motto des Tages</title><content type='html'>Go, fuck yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich könnte an manchen Tagen echt nichts anderes tun als kotzen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hoffe nur, Ben fährt heute Nachmittag mit mir im Zug und muntert mich ein wenig auf, sonst erschlage ich heute noch jemanden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5739286535888504034?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5739286535888504034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5739286535888504034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5739286535888504034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5739286535888504034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/motto-des-tages.html' title='Motto des Tages'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-902024940608608454</id><published>2008-11-24T22:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:00:39.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Es tut scheiße nochmal weh!</title><content type='html'>Noch immer keine Nachricht von ihm, dafür erfahre ich Dinge, die ich nicht wissen möchte. Dinge, die er getan hat, als er hier war. Bei mir. In meinem Haus. Dinge, von denen ich dachte, dass sie bereits geklärt wären. Dinge, von denen er mir &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gesagt hat&lt;/span&gt;, dass sie geklärt wären.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hasse ihn nicht, im Gegenteil. Er tut mir leid. Er scheint so sehr mit sich selbst beschäftigt gewesen zu sein, als er hier war, dass er für mich keinen Platz mehr hatte. Noch nicht einmal, um mit mir zu reden? Ja - noch nicht einmal dafür.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann mich nicht konzentrieren, ich kann nicht schlafen, ich kann nicht einmal essen (!!!). Statt dessen trinke ich viel zu viele prickelnde Erfrischungsgetränke und rauche zu viel (wieder mal). Ich denke zu viel über ihn nach, darüber, was mit ihm passiert ist. Was in ihm vorgeht / vorging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich flüchte mich in Entschuldigungen, statt das Thema endlich abzuschließen. Ich hänge noch immer an Erinnerungen, die die Tatsachen leider nicht überragen. Erinnerungen, als alles in Ordnung war, als ich für ihn eine Freundin war, mit der er reden konnte, die in gewisser Weise "unparteisch" war. Bin ich etwa parteiisch geworden? Habe ich mich auf eine Seite geschlagen, die er nicht akzeptiert? Habe ich etwas gesagt oder getan, was ihn zu dieser Reaktion gedrängt hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber andererseits: Warum soll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; Schuld sein? Warum soll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; hinnehmen und abtun, was er sich hier erlaubt hat? Warum redet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt; nicht mehr mit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mir&lt;/span&gt;, obwohl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; es sein sollte, die sauer sein müsste?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Am liebsten würde ich ihm eine E-Mail schreiben. Getreu dem Motto: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me get this straight... you did [this and that] when you were here and I didn't say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; and you're not talking to me, because...?"&lt;/span&gt; End of the story. Kein zurück mehr. Es ist vorbei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obwohl ich weiß, dass ich wieder zu Kreuze kriechen werde, sobald er sich meldet und mir (wieder mal) eine Lüge auftischt, die ich schlucken werde, einfach nur, weil er früher mal mein Leben war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum kann ich nicht sagen: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wir haben uns verändert. Du warst einmal der Mann, mit dem ich mein Leben teilen wollte, aber jetzt... bist Du es nicht mehr.&lt;/span&gt;"? Warum lasse ich ihn in dem Glauben, dass es noch immer so ist? Denkt er überhaupt noch an mich und an seine Freunde, die er auch besucht hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zum Fehlermachen gehören immer zwei, nur wüsste ich gern, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; falsch gemacht haben soll... in den 11 Tagen, die er hier war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the fuck happened???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-902024940608608454?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/902024940608608454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=902024940608608454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/902024940608608454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/902024940608608454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/es-tut-scheie-nochmal-weh.html' title='Es tut scheiße nochmal weh!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6410010485970007868</id><published>2008-11-24T16:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:59:51.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Doof</title><content type='html'>Mal abgesehen vom Wetter finde ich derzeit so einiges doof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin unmotiviert (was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicht&lt;/span&gt; am Wetter liegt), müde, ausgelaugt und unglücklich. Absolut unglücklich und traurig. Der Grund? Hm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nachdenk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich werde heute nach der Arbeit mit der U-Bahn zum Hessen Center fahren und mich dort mit meiner Mutter, meiner Lieblingstante und C, das Püppchen zum shoppen treffen. Ich weiß schon, dass meine Mutter mir irgendwelche Klamotten andrehen will, aber ich will eigentlich nur zwei Dinge: Bücher (oder CDs) und &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51B1101CQ8L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;diese DVD&lt;/a&gt;! Ganz schön trashy, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;, aber.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rik Mayall&lt;/span&gt;!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, und ich schließe mich Butterblume an -&gt; ich freue mich über den Schnee, aber ich freue mich dennoch nicht auf Weihnachten &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Was schenk' ich bloß meinem Patenkind??)&lt;/span&gt;... Außer darauf, endlich mal wieder ausschlafen zu können. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und wegen Silvester habe ich noch immer keinen Plan - dafür schon fünf Einladungen, von denen ich zwei bereits ausgeschlagen habe -&gt; wie soll ich denn auch Silvester in England feiern, wenn ich derzeit absolut blank bin? Womit sich auch die Frage der Weihnachtsgeschenke geklärt hätte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, ich weiß, das beißt sich jetzt mit "aber ich will eigentlich nur zwei Dinge [kaufen]", aber wen juckt das schon? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wofür &lt;/span&gt;habe ich denn eine Kreditkarte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. ich weiß nicht, warum, aber ich habe gerade den Drang zu sagen: "Mike Skinner!!!" Keine Ahnung warum. Wahrscheinlich weil er seit Freitag Abend/Nacht meinen Desktop auf dem Laptop schmückt? Hm.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nachdenk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6410010485970007868?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/6410010485970007868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=6410010485970007868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6410010485970007868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6410010485970007868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/doof.html' title='Doof'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2431842377449507805</id><published>2008-11-21T15:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:24:13.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random - Facts and Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Er&lt;/span&gt; (am Telefon)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; "Ich vermisse Dich. (...) Vermisst Du mich auch?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ich: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keine Reaktion, weil BAFF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Er:&lt;/span&gt; "Ein bißchen? Ein ganz kleines bißchen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;02. &lt;/span&gt;Meine Studentin macht sich zu viele Gedanken über Mäusekacke - und ich habe ihr das gerade gesagt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Silvester in Bournemouth oder Bristol? Oder doch "zu Hause" und dann irgendwohin fahren und feiern? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bryn &lt;/span&gt;hat gefragt, ob jemand mit ihm in Berlin feiern will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2431842377449507805?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2431842377449507805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2431842377449507805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2431842377449507805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2431842377449507805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-facts-and-things.html' title='Random - Facts and Things'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3198064971529095232</id><published>2008-11-19T23:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:32:29.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>TV-Highlights??</title><content type='html'>Während meine Freunde Mittwochs deppresiven Hausfrauen hinterher starren, die Radieschen von unten bestaunen und sich versuchen an ihre Vergangenheit zu erinnern (Na, welche Serien gucken &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meine Mädels&lt;/span&gt; wohl?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*zwinker zwinker*&lt;/span&gt;), haben C, das Püppchen und ich heute einen "Assi"-Abend gemacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuerst haben wir uns verzogene Gören angeschaut, anschließend verzogene Hausmütterchen die nicht mit Geld umgehen können und schließlich... ja... irgendwann während der Werbeunterbrechung sind wir dann bei schwer erziehbaren Kindern gelandet... bis ich geschrien habe: "Schalt zurück zu der Assi-Frau! LOS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hach, das war mal wieder ein schöner Abend. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und C, das Püppchen meint, Günther Jauch hätte sich verändert. Zitat: "Der hört sich an, als hätte er keinen Bock mehr auf seinen Job". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3198064971529095232?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3198064971529095232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3198064971529095232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3198064971529095232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3198064971529095232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/tv-highlights.html' title='TV-Highlights??'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2004211448016954079</id><published>2008-11-19T23:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:07:12.014+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>*gigglesnort*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgPH0tYXJrA&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgPH0tYXJrA&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-jcUrfCngQ&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-jcUrfCngQ&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it 'cause I is ginger, aye?"&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2004211448016954079?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2004211448016954079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2004211448016954079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2004211448016954079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2004211448016954079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/gigglesnort.html' title='*gigglesnort*'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7389876854883588247</id><published>2008-11-15T02:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:28:44.826+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Versteht man einer die Männer</title><content type='html'>S. meldet sich nicht und plötzlich ruft &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; mich ständig aus UK an...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7389876854883588247?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7389876854883588247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7389876854883588247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7389876854883588247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7389876854883588247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/versteht-man-einer-die-mnner.html' title='Versteht man einer die Männer'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5121252666329029227</id><published>2008-11-12T23:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:00:57.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Been chatting with two of my (many) cousins and we talked about a lot of things, as well as about S. (I didn't tell them he's english). I sent them a picture of him with me and that's what our conversation sounded like in the end &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Even in Real-Life I call them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tweety &lt;/span&gt;and they are sisters; Anne living in Italy, Tweety in Frankfurt)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne:&lt;/span&gt; Is he british?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, do you remember him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne:&lt;/span&gt; No, but he looks like a brit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Really?? How can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne:&lt;/span&gt; He just looks like a brit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweety:&lt;/span&gt; Is his name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, you're only saying that, because I fancied Gary of take that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tweety:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe!&lt;/span&gt; But he looks like he could be called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5121252666329029227?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5121252666329029227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5121252666329029227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5121252666329029227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5121252666329029227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1084469824617832387</id><published>2008-11-12T23:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:57:04.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><title type='text'>Stop and stare...</title><content type='html'>or better: Wait for further instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't heard anything from him since he left and I'm slightly worried. I know he's home, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tactic now is: Waiting. There's nothing I can do. Apart from flying to his hometown and knock on his door. But I won't do that. Who knows what could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; disappointed with him, but I'm not. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love him.&lt;/span&gt; I kind of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; why he's acting like that currently. I think, I would do the same :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll wait. Until he's ready.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8EntNNddAnw&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8EntNNddAnw&amp;amp;hl=de&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics can be found &lt;a href="http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-love-you-more-than-you-like.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy! It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ace&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1084469824617832387?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1084469824617832387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1084469824617832387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and stare...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4650353544444605575</id><published>2008-11-09T17:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:49:40.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Never again</title><content type='html'>I swore that to myself. Never again will I say things like: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never going to talk again&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never going to eat again&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never going to wear any other than black again&lt;/span&gt;" and now? What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my couch since Friday, sleeping on it, not eating (much), crying (a lot), watching movies and series he left me and listen to loovie-doovie-movie-music!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; being like that! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; being love sick! And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; that he didn't call or send a message or anything since he left!!! Not even for telling that he arrived home!! Not even a text!! What's happening??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~+*EDIT*+~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you shed a tear and still want him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when he ignores you and you still love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when he loves another and you still smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when all you really do is cry, cry and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me... do you love another?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4650353544444605575?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4650353544444605575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4650353544444605575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4650353544444605575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4650353544444605575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-again.html' title='Never again'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8754090758457335134</id><published>2008-11-05T14:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:16:47.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><title type='text'>Awkward silence...</title><content type='html'>...while inside my head is a total mess, humming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Streets&lt;/span&gt;. You know which song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8754090758457335134?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8754090758457335134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8754090758457335134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8754090758457335134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8754090758457335134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/akward-silence.html' title='Awkward silence...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1660416420845940033</id><published>2008-11-05T14:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:13:08.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><title type='text'>I think I love you more than you like me...</title><content type='html'>We haven't even started and it's almost the end&lt;br /&gt;We never talked it over fact we never said anything&lt;br /&gt;Two of the same kinda sorts hiding thoughts&lt;br /&gt;As the small talk ebbs away the silence is awkward&lt;br /&gt;You hardly even know me and I'm starting to show that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly even know you but I like what I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about it but I quake in my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll only push you further into making decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to like me but you are likely undecided&lt;br /&gt;The voice inside is always right which is why the awkward silence&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna risk losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm never gonna woo you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I love you more than you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm never sure and maybe I should want to be blind&lt;br /&gt;I think I love you more than you like me&lt;br /&gt;Because this is even crossing my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other day and you'd have not looked twice&lt;br /&gt;The joking went along with my roll of the dice&lt;br /&gt;Purely by a chance I happened on feeling&lt;br /&gt;Really confident around the place and people&lt;br /&gt;You caught a no-hitter hitting winning strokes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never am a winner&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a lonely bloke&lt;br /&gt;Acting exciting like a man for while&lt;br /&gt;Until you realise I can act like a child&lt;br /&gt;Eternal optimism is sparing me on to think&lt;br /&gt;That acting on your ends like this&lt;br /&gt;Might lead me to learn a secret&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really know&lt;br /&gt;Or why I think so&lt;br /&gt;It's just a good hunch&lt;br /&gt;Hunches are always right though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a drawing of you after last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I never felt to draw a picture like that before&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot about myself drawing all morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely shit, I'm awful at drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Streets - Love you more (than you like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1660416420845940033?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1660416420845940033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1660416420845940033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1660416420845940033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1660416420845940033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-love-you-more-than-you-like.html' title='I think I love you more than you like me...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8019397777996028303</id><published>2008-10-25T22:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:24:42.504+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Übermorgen!!!</title><content type='html'>Am Montag ist es also soweit... Ich werde nicht nur ENDLICH zwei Wochen Urlaub haben (yeahy!) ich bekomme Besuch :-) Von S. DAS wird ein Spaß. Obwohl ich ehrlich zugeben muss, dass ich schon ganz schön aufgeregt bin... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slighty worried" wie er so schön in seiner letzten E-Mail geschrieben hat. Aber ich bin guter Dinge, dass alles gut läuft; dass wir uns noch immer so gut verstehen wie damals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich freue mich so :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offtopic:&lt;br /&gt;Mein "Freund" JAMES CAPPER supportet die Holloways auf ihrer UK-Tour! Wie GEIL ist das denn bitteschön???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8019397777996028303?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8019397777996028303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8019397777996028303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8019397777996028303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8019397777996028303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/bermorgen.html' title='Übermorgen!!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5031457314708148069</id><published>2008-10-20T16:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:56:00.390+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>The end of the story...</title><content type='html'>he finishes his e-mails with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love you loads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S. x x x x x x x""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately... and I very much like that :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5031457314708148069?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5031457314708148069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5031457314708148069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5031457314708148069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5031457314708148069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-story.html' title='The end of the story...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-703070414443617938</id><published>2008-10-19T16:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:34:17.495+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Talking about rubbish...</title><content type='html'>Sie mal wieder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe mir einen kompletten Tag von einer Nachricht versauen lassen, die nicht von &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ihm&lt;/span&gt; kam und die nicht den Tatsachen entsprach. Die mich morgens dazu gebracht hat, mich zu übergeben und den ganzen Tag verheult rumzurennen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also wirklich, ich bitte Dich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hoffe, das alles hat bald mal ein Ende. Ich komme mir schon total bescheuert vor, weil ich ihn ständig darauf ansprechen muss. Echt zum brechen das Ganze...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-703070414443617938?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/703070414443617938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=703070414443617938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/703070414443617938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/703070414443617938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/talking-about-rubbish.html' title='Talking about rubbish...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5465487945070823537</id><published>2008-10-18T00:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:42:31.641+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>Ein Wort:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEEEEEEEEIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und jetzt in ich auch noch zu angetrunken um zu fahren - ich kann nicht zu Rowi, ich kann nicht zu C, das Püppchen und ich kann nicht zu Alex!! Ich kann nirgendwo hin, wo ich mich ausheulen kann. Warum? So kurz vor'm "Ziel"!! Und auch noch per msn!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ist denn jetzt die ganze&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; Männerwelt total durchgedreht!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5465487945070823537?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5465487945070823537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5465487945070823537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5465487945070823537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5465487945070823537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/ein-wort.html' title='Ein Wort:'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7376937146472268339</id><published>2008-10-17T00:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:28:18.745+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Ich brauch Geld!!!</title><content type='html'>Warum?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARUM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kaiserchiefs.de/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artists.universal-music.de/_artists/kaiserchiefs/images/kaiserchiefs_cool_banner.gif" alt="Kaiser Chiafs - www.kaiserchiefs.de" width="300" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whohoooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, Ich hab' ja bald Geburtstag ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7376937146472268339?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7376937146472268339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7376937146472268339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7376937146472268339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7376937146472268339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/ich-brauch-geld.html' title='Ich brauch Geld!!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5512492861997863123</id><published>2008-10-15T23:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:48:14.580+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>Random - Best of SMS (in order of appearence)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Ich vermisse Dich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; My phone says i got this text at 05.43am is that right? X Hope you had fun anyway, cos you must have till that time x x anyway look forward to your mail x x see you soon and hope this never woke you up x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; Ti 6 trovata il ragazzo che nn ti fai + sentire?!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hast Du jetzt nen Freund weil Du Dich nicht mehr meldest!?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Hab DICH lieb... du bist echt eine tolle schwester. viele wünschen sich so eine... ich kann mich glücklich schätzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Hey! Du hast das handy jedesmal aus. Sonst alles okay in england?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; (...) this text is just to let you know thinking of you loads and can't wait for my visit. get more excited every day x x x see you soon and speak sooner x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Never anything better than you x x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; (...) Wir hatten heute den deutschen austausch offizier für navigation, der kommt bestimmt direkt aus einem Porno lol x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; (...) Komm gut zu hause an und viel glück mit dem Chef. Wenn er dir ärger macht, du sagst mir bescheid, dann schicke ich die marine ein :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Du schreibst ja wie Yoda ;-)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5512492861997863123?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5512492861997863123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5512492861997863123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5512492861997863123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5512492861997863123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-best-of-sms-in-order-of.html' title='Random - Best of SMS (in order of appearence)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1068625829559643031</id><published>2008-10-15T23:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:16:50.691+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Das nervt schon so'n bißchen...</title><content type='html'>S. hat eine Exfreundin, die mir so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ein bißchen&lt;/span&gt; auf den Senkel geht. Nicht nur, dass sie sein facebook gehackt hat und mich jetzt ständig mit irgendwelchen Mails von &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ihrem&lt;/span&gt; Account nervt &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(als würde ich darauf noch antworten... pah!)&lt;/span&gt;, nein, sie hatte mir auch noch eine Kontaktaufnahmeanfrage über MSN geschickt. Habe ich gleich mal geblockt, die "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gute&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. hat mittlerweile einen neuen facebook-account &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(seinen alten habe ich aus meiner Freundesliste gelöscht)&lt;/span&gt; und prompt habe ich am nächsten Tag eine Freundesanfrage von eben diesem &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(von dem alten account)&lt;/span&gt;. Jetzt habe ich das natürlich S. erzählt, weil er ja nicht doof ist und schon so'n bißchen mitkriegt, was die so abzieht und er ist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so ein bißchen&lt;/span&gt; ausgerastet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich für meinen Teil finde das einfach nur lachhaft, was sie abzieht. Stalked die jetzt eigentlich jedes Mädchen, die in S.'s Freundesliste steht? Also Rowi hat sie noch nicht belästigt... Okay, vielleicht hat sie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mich&lt;/span&gt; ausgewählt, weil sie ja offensichtlich unsere E-Mails gelesen hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eifersüchtiges kleines Miststück&lt;/span&gt;, denke ich da nur. Ich hoffe, sie findet bald ein neues Opfer, damit sie mich und vor allem aber &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ihn&lt;/span&gt; endlich in Ruhe lässt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieses dumme Kind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*amüsiert den Kopf schüttel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1068625829559643031?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1068625829559643031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1068625829559643031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1068625829559643031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1068625829559643031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/das-nervt-schon-son-bichen.html' title='Das nervt schon so&apos;n bißchen...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-4570872621713223564</id><published>2008-10-13T13:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:40:31.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random - Geister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; Mein Laptop war gestern offensichtlich an und online, obwohl ich schwören könnte, ich hätte ihn Samstag Nacht (wohl eher: Sonntag Morgen) ausgeschaltet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ob der britische Computervirus von S. auf meinen Laptop übergesprungen ist? *angst*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Die Iren sind wirklich irre (im positiven sowie im negativen Sinne)! Nein, es ist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicht&lt;/span&gt; nett, Chris mit den Worten anzusprechen: "You've got big Boobies!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; S. ist toll :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Möwe und Inzi kommen über Halloween!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Brendan nuschelt, was dazu führt, dass ich kein Wort verstanden habe, was er sprach. Als ich anfing, ihn anzunuscheln, hat er mich aber dennoch verstanden. Verdammt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; Wenn man nicht verlieren will, bricht man einfach ein Dart-Spiel mit den Worten ab: "I need a drink!" und dann kommt man einfach nicht mehr wieder, nicht wahr Cean? *lach* Ich hätte eh verloren... auch wenn er betrunkener war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Nights at the pub sind lustig, wenn Iren da sind - danach hat man immer was zu lachen (Cheffin: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die Flöte kann ich nicht mehr hören! Ich hätte sie ihm schon Donnerstag Abend rektal einführen können, aber ich darf ja nicht!&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; Helloween spielen wieder The Rye im Pub... YEAHY! und ich weiß noch immer nicht, als was ich mich verkleiden soll. Ich frag' einfach mal S. wenn er endlich da ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Möwe und Inzi!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Nur noch 14 Tage! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hyperventilier vor Freude*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-4570872621713223564?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4570872621713223564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=4570872621713223564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4570872621713223564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/4570872621713223564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/geister-oder-laptop-eigenleben.html' title='Random - Geister?'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-921907509397883238</id><published>2008-10-05T04:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T05:24:34.639+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Shine on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: want to see a picture of me and ewan mcgregor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;: no, get jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;: you looking good tonight x x x where did you say you have been&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;: i like your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;: thanks. yours is nice too. makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;: where you been last 9 yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: oh,you know, moving around, rescue the world from everything evil, doing stuff. the usual... you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;: just sat in this room waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-921907509397883238?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/921907509397883238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=921907509397883238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/921907509397883238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/921907509397883238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/shine-on.html' title='Shine on!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8565685629271452785</id><published>2008-10-04T00:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:00:49.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>My last three days</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, October 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Aschaffenburg, Colos-Saal&lt;br /&gt;Sugarplum Fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajSna1cdI/AAAAAAAAATI/tDfWcSDLgtg/s1600-h/SPF-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajSna1cdI/AAAAAAAAATI/tDfWcSDLgtg/s320/SPF-03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065555588772306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajSuKLhSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-4-bhm-vFWk/s1600-h/SPF-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajSuKLhSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-4-bhm-vFWk/s320/SPF-04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065557397964066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, October 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Wiesbaden, Schlachthof&lt;br /&gt;The Wombats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajS7E-1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lz1OdSzwQmM/s1600-h/TW-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajS7E-1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lz1OdSzwQmM/s320/TW-04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065560865822450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajS5IEclI/AAAAAAAAATo/RG73igRLNaQ/s1600-h/TW-03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajS5IEclI/AAAAAAAAATo/RG73igRLNaQ/s320/TW-03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065560341901906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to see Kat. and her band &lt;a href="http://www.blindshots.de/"&gt;Blind Shots&lt;/a&gt;. Check them out - they are AWESOME!!! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8565685629271452785?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8565685629271452785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8565685629271452785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8565685629271452785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8565685629271452785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-last-three-days.html' title='My last three days'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SOajSna1cdI/AAAAAAAAATI/tDfWcSDLgtg/s72-c/SPF-03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2362251227411711290</id><published>2008-10-02T13:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:19:00.520+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LesensSehensLebensHörenswert'/><title type='text'>Very true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You know that he's the one&lt;br /&gt;when you don't have to think of a thousand reasons why you want to be with him...&lt;br /&gt;when you can't explain "why"...&lt;br /&gt;when you just smile and think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2362251227411711290?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2362251227411711290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2362251227411711290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2362251227411711290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2362251227411711290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-true.html' title='Very true'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1798246949318419426</id><published>2008-10-02T13:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:14:13.725+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konzert'/><title type='text'>The Wombats - TONIGHT!!! :-D</title><content type='html'>Yeah, and eventim.de sucks totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for Irish, we would have come late for the gig - because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;eventim put the wrong hours on the tickets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;the tickets for tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says on the ticket: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entry: 20.00 o'clock;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning: 21:00 o'clock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(which was quite confusing at first, but I thought '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey, why not?&lt;/span&gt;')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the homepage of the &lt;a href="http://www.schlachthof-wiesbaden.de/"&gt;location&lt;/a&gt; the gig's about to take place, says: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19:00 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Irish called the location and asked the lady on the phone and she (the lady, not Irish) was completely surprised by hearing what Irish told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god, Irish called and asked, or else we'd been at the gig shortly before the encore!! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned for today:&lt;br /&gt;Always check the gig on the website when buying tickets from eventim &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because this didn't happened for the first time...)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1798246949318419426?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1798246949318419426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1798246949318419426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1798246949318419426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1798246949318419426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/wombats-tonight-d.html' title='The Wombats - TONIGHT!!! :-D'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6291057188439003652</id><published>2008-10-01T10:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:00:30.734+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><title type='text'>Quotes - Men and multitask :-)</title><content type='html'>While I was on msn with S. he sent me a message on facebook as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe 1 night we could go for a meal just me and you? would like that. catch up loads anyway but be cool to go out for dinner with you x x x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway just rambling and actually talking to you on msn hehe so i'll love you and get back to you x x x xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read that, I asked him on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Are you asking me out for a date? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, is that ok? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; of course, silly! would love to. x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I think THIS is really sweet. We already talked about grandchildren and stuff and then I get this message :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6291057188439003652?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/6291057188439003652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=6291057188439003652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6291057188439003652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6291057188439003652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes-men-and-multitask.html' title='Quotes - Men and multitask :-)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5409121959324814673</id><published>2008-09-29T13:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:41:59.498+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Gigs - Gigs - Gigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.10.2008&lt;/span&gt; - Sugarplum Fairy (Colos-Saal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.10.2008&lt;/span&gt; - The Wombats (Schlachthof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.10.2008&lt;/span&gt; - Möwe und Band in Saufdochrumhierkontrolliertehkeiner &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(lol)&lt;/span&gt; Darling, können wir morgen mal telefonieren deswegen? Ich schreib' Dir auch nochmal ne sms ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.11.2008&lt;/span&gt; - Mike "The Streets" Skinner (Hugenottenhalle) &lt;- mit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Listen up, it's the Streets! - In his own little way my body is trying to say that I better stop drinking Brandy... &lt;/span&gt;*stops singing and keeps smiling like mad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5409121959324814673?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5409121959324814673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5409121959324814673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5409121959324814673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5409121959324814673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/gigs-gigs-gigs.html' title='Gigs - Gigs - Gigs'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7879337246979372968</id><published>2008-09-28T19:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:42:36.898+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>...denn eigentlich bin ich glücklich</title><content type='html'>Ja - das bin ich. Privat gesehen. Gestern Nacht hatte ich eine 5 Stunden Video-Konversation mit S. und es war toll. Sobald ich sein Gesicht auf meinem Bildschirm hatte, bin ich fast erstarrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You grew up handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habe ich geschrieben und er hat gegrinst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You still are, maybe a bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hat er geantwortet und ich wurde rot. Wirklich, ROT! Im Gesicht! Vor Scham. Und vor Glück :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich war aufgeregt und nervös, vor unserem ersten Treffen nach acht Jahren, doch seit gestern Nacht nicht mehr. Ich freue mich jetzt richtig darauf, ihn wieder zu sehen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gestern Nacht war wundervoll. Ich hatte ein Kribbeln im Bauch und ich war geneigt, am Ende unserer Konversation zu schreiben "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;", aber ich habe es gelassen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vernunft darf niemals siegen&lt;/span&gt;, aber ich habe mich trotzdem nicht getraut, auch wenn er es schon gesagt hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich fühle mich wie auf Wolken. Ich schwebe mehr als das ich laufe und ich habe ein grinsen im Gesicht, wie eingemeiselt. Ich komme mir total bescheuert vor, aber es fühlt sich trotzdem toll an :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur noch 29 Tage, dann ist er hier. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ich kann's kaum erwarten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Möwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - ich freue mich so darauf, ihn Dir vorzustellen. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7879337246979372968?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7879337246979372968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7879337246979372968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7879337246979372968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7879337246979372968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/denn-eigentlich-bin-ich-glcklich.html' title='...denn eigentlich bin ich glücklich'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5662536736206574364</id><published>2008-09-26T15:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:05:52.827+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><title type='text'>That's what HE said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5662536736206574364?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5662536736206574364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5662536736206574364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5662536736206574364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5662536736206574364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-what-he-said.html' title='That&apos;s what HE said'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5136570119853524017</id><published>2008-09-26T14:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:01:53.494+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><title type='text'>Q: "Wie is'n das so?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ist wie ein Traum... Du siehst alles und kannst trotzdem nicht wirklich beeinflussen, was passiert. Du stehst neben Dir und guckst Dir dabei zu; und plötzlich macht es *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANG!&lt;/span&gt;* und Du fragst Dich:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was zum Teufel ...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber dann ist es schon zu spät. Was das eigentliche (eigenartige "Nicht-wirkliche-") Problem ist: Du gewöhnst Dich da dran! Irgendwann merkst Du's einfach nicht mehr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das ist wie mit dem Hunger und der Müdigkeit: Wenn Du eine bestimmte Grenze überwunden hast, hast Du keinen Hunger mehr und könntest die ganze Nacht lang Party machen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Side-note:&lt;/span&gt; Nein, ich habe weder aufgehört zu essen, noch werde ich nie wieder schlafen, es war ein Beispiel -&gt; got it? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5136570119853524017?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5136570119853524017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5136570119853524017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/q-wie-isn-das-so.html' title='Q: &quot;Wie is&apos;n das so?&quot;'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-6918505679735472488</id><published>2008-09-24T13:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:07:43.810+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meckertante'/><title type='text'>Weirdo</title><content type='html'>Im ersten Moment möchte ich in die Tasten hauen und mich einfach nur auskotzen; im Nächsten denke ich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ach ne, kannst ja nicht immer meckern&lt;/span&gt;, also halte ich meine Klappe - wie ich es sonst auch im Leben tue. Ich halte die Klappe und krieg einen Rückfall nach dem Andren, über den ich dann auch nicht reden will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hat das denn alles noch überhaupt für einen Sinn? Ich mache mir Gedanken über Dinge, die jedem anderen scheißegal sind. Ich freue mich über Dinge, die bei anderen einen Brechreiz erzeugen (zumindest scheinen sie so zu reagieren).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe kein eigenes Leben. Ich habe keine eigenen Gedanken. Ich habe keine eigene Meinung. Ich tue und mache alles, was meine Freunde von mir verlangen, weil ich Angst habe, sie könnten mich nicht mehr mögen, wenn ich mal "nein" sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich opfere mich noch immer auf. Ich sage noch immer "ja" obwohl ich "nein" meine. Ich sage "nein" und man macht trotzdem weiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein Bruder verwendet meinen e-bay-Account, benutzt manchmal mein MSN (wie ich gestern rausgefunden habe), kennt meine ganzen Passwörter und kann sogar über eines meiner Konten verfügen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wie bescheuert bin ich denn eigentlich???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wie oft muss ich denn noch auf die Fresse fallen um endlich zu raffen, dass es keine Sau interessiert, was ich wirklich will!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-6918505679735472488?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6918505679735472488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/6918505679735472488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3570665508600924331</id><published>2008-09-24T11:33:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:54:50.681+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nach meinem "If you haven't got anything better to do", die Antwort: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never anything better than you x x x x"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Today is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; Ich fahre nach Berlin (25. bis 26. Oktober) um mich mit Freunden aus Italien zu treffen... in Berlin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mein irisch-italienischer Kumpel aus Bulgarien)&lt;/span&gt; Dani fliegt während meines Urlaubs nach Bristol und ich würde auch so gern wieder hin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Meine Hände tun mir weh. Mir ist schlecht. Mein Herz rast. Ich will nach Hause :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06.&lt;/span&gt; Unser Kaffee schmeckt kalt besser als warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07.&lt;/span&gt; Ich bin so naiv und will es einfach nicht wahr haben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.&lt;/span&gt; Optimist sowie freundlich sein heißt auch gleichzeitig ständig in den Arsch getreten zu werden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09.&lt;/span&gt; Ich sollte mehr das Arschloch raushängen lassen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Ich würde lieber auswandern als mich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allem&lt;/span&gt; zu stellen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3570665508600924331?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3570665508600924331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3570665508600924331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3570665508600924331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3570665508600924331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-ua-best-of-sms.html' title='Random'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-809144253895407263</id><published>2008-09-22T13:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:55:40.940+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>10:15 Uhr!!</title><content type='html'>Wer mich über sämtliche Wangen und Backen grinsen sehen will, sollte sich um diese Uhrzeit am Tag seiner Anreise am Frankfurter Flughafen einfinden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich überlege mal wieder, ob ich ein Schild basteln soll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisher sind folgende Ideen für die Aufschrift &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nr. 1 und 2 seit gestern, Rest kam spontan)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Mr. Bernard Black&lt;br /&gt;02. Mr. and Mrs. Wurst&lt;br /&gt;03. Hanley Bloodsucker&lt;br /&gt;04. Manny Bianco&lt;br /&gt;05. Simon Pegg&lt;br /&gt;06. Frankie Boyle&lt;br /&gt;07. Bradford Pitt&lt;br /&gt;08. Kelly Jones&lt;br /&gt;09. Dandy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;10. Stereophonic (ohne &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; am Ende *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiktarry37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suggested by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Möwe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarians only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterblume:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habt ihr noch nen Vorschlag? Ich brauche "lustige" Namen &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oder Wörter, die Namen sein könnten)&lt;/span&gt;, am besten in den nächsten vier Wochen. Bitte helft. Danke :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebäugle tatsächlich mit Hanley Bloodsucker und/oder Bernard Black...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-809144253895407263?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/809144253895407263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=809144253895407263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/809144253895407263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/809144253895407263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/1015-uhr.html' title='10:15 Uhr!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-906493096402363226</id><published>2008-09-22T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:26:00.406+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><title type='text'>ICE FISHIIIING!</title><content type='html'>Love this guy :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gw9xkz4gsLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gw9xkz4gsLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-906493096402363226?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/906493096402363226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=906493096402363226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/906493096402363226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/906493096402363226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/ice-fishiiiing.html' title='ICE FISHIIIING!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2418221306842574472</id><published>2008-09-21T04:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:22:06.869+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Nach vier Stunden Konversation</title><content type='html'>Ich habe ihn (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;) gefragt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ich: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you believe in the one true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;und er hat geantwortet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think so, yes, because never really felt like I did, ever again and every relationship ended and then brought me back here, so I think so. (...) With you! When we were together. Never been like that. Needing to talk to you all the time and just wishing and wanting you when you were so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ist unglaublich... Ich habe mir immer jemanden gewünscht, dessen erster Gedanke ich am Morgen bin und dessen Letzter, wenn er Abends ins Bett geht. Und ich habe nie geahnt, dass ER es ist... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2418221306842574472?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2418221306842574472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2418221306842574472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2418221306842574472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2418221306842574472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/nach-vier-stunden-konversation.html' title='Nach vier Stunden Konversation'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1695237947066600476</id><published>2008-09-20T23:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:20:09.886+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Ich habe eine leichte Grippe und fühle mich dementsprechend. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich rede derzeit nicht mehr so viel und bin das Wochenende über zu Hause. Britische Comedy rettet mir den Tag - während ich im Bademantel auf der Couch lunger und über Frankie Boyle, Russell Howard, Hugh Dennis, Ed Byrne, Lauren Laverne und Kollegen lache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Außerdem kam Donnerstag auf Freitag Nacht die erste Folge der vierten Staffel von Supernatural, die ich mir gestern Nacht reingezogen habe - und ich muss sagen: WOW!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naja, also... ich bin dann mal wieder weg. Bis "später".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1695237947066600476?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1695237947066600476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1695237947066600476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1695237947066600476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1695237947066600476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-908840921018040576</id><published>2008-09-15T21:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:02:06.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Wolke 7! :-D</title><content type='html'>Dort wohne ich derzeit gefühlsmäßig :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das schönste Geburtstagsgeschenk, dass man mir machen kann, wird man mir wahrscheinlich in diesem Jahr machen: Ich feiere ihn mit "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;" :-) Er kommt nach Deutschland, zwei Wochen lang! Während meines Urlaubs, was heißt, ich habe zwei Wochen lang, 24 Stunden am Tag mein Herz wieder bei mir. Nach all den Jahren, die wir uns nicht gesehen oder gehört haben. Okay, er kommt nicht nur meinetwegen, aber er will bei mir übernachten, also wird er die meiste Zeit bei mir sein ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe mein fehlendes Stück wieder gefunden. Jahrelang habe ich mich gefragt, was aus ihm geworden ist, was er macht, wie es ihm geht und jetzt...? Jetzt weiß ich es endlich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innerhalb von drei Tagen haben wir in Erinnerungen geschwelgt, zusammen gelacht und auch ein wenig geweint &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ich zumindest)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meine Theorie hat sich wieder mal bewahrheitet: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenn man die Hoffnung aufgibt, passiert genau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;das&lt;/span&gt;, was man sich wünscht.&lt;/span&gt; Zumindest passt das bei mir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich komm gar nicht mehr runter, ich hab die meiste Zeit ein doofes, debiles Grinsen im Gesicht, einfach nur, weil ich ihn wieder habe :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann's kaum erwarten, ihn endlich zu drücken und ihm einen Kuss auf die Wange zu drücken! Ich glaube, ich werde ihn mindestens 10 Minuten nicht mehr loslassen :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und er war richtig überrascht, dass ich all seine Briefe, seine Postkarten und Fotos in einer Memory-Box aufbewahre &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(und den Taz, den er mir durch unseren besten Freund hat schicken lassen, habe ich auch noch)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SM64amrqKFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HyhRx5Bumx4/s1600-h/Box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SM64amrqKFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HyhRx5Bumx4/s320/Box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246333383132981330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;und das ich noch wusste, welcher Song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unser Song&lt;/span&gt; war... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_ZW1NlhsCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_ZW1NlhsCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will take an eternity to break us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-908840921018040576?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/908840921018040576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=908840921018040576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/908840921018040576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/908840921018040576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/wolke-7-d.html' title='Wolke 7! :-D'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SM64amrqKFI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HyhRx5Bumx4/s72-c/Box.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-7956153672257241492</id><published>2008-09-11T15:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:43:18.006+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: (...) p.s you're not mental and nobody would think that xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-7956153672257241492?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7956153672257241492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=7956153672257241492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7956153672257241492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/7956153672257241492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2893493156325948529</id><published>2008-09-06T02:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:21:12.261+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many thoughts'/><title type='text'>Optimist wird Pessimist</title><content type='html'>Soweit bin ich jetzt schon fast... Langsam glaube ich, dass alles Gute, an das ich jemals geglaubt habe, den Bach runter fließt und im Erdboden versickert, bevor ich mit einem Eimer etwas davon auffangen kann. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und die einzige Frage, die ich mir stelle, während ich zusehe, wie alles versickert, ist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wann kommt der Prinz auf seinem scheiß Gaul endlich!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2893493156325948529?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2893493156325948529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2893493156325948529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/optimist-wird-pessimist.html' title='Optimist wird Pessimist'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-8612075944391957364</id><published>2008-09-04T14:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:13:52.803+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><title type='text'>Sweetest quote ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;still think about you quite often, always have, just had no way of getting in touch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt; i'm really sorry for leaving it so long. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt; I really missed you lots. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt; p.s. I'm more than flattered that you've been thinking about me often. I thought you forgot about me, to be completely honest with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; i could never forget about you. i had such an amazing time with you, it was fantastic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt; i always kept going on google maps and looking at your town where i visited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;. silly really, just never knew what to do x&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stalking&lt;/span&gt; if you like, I think it's totally sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things left unsaid. How did time change our lives in those eight years we haven't been in contact for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god knows why&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-8612075944391957364?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8612075944391957364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=8612075944391957364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8612075944391957364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/8612075944391957364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweetest-quote-ever.html' title='Sweetest quote ever'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5553411498756639417</id><published>2008-09-03T22:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:10:05.642+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Lessons learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.&lt;/span&gt; English breakfast is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.&lt;/span&gt; Seagulls make nice noises after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03.&lt;/span&gt; I speak english without a foreign accent, so noone noticed I'm not acutally british! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04.&lt;/span&gt; Bath is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05.&lt;/span&gt; Morris Dancers are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A REAL Banksy!! In Bristol!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70XTxxwDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4E7sPVY2_fE/s1600-h/BB-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70XTxxwDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4E7sPVY2_fE/s320/BB-02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895697589059634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris Dancers in Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70X-b6AiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/84LFpdlBjNQ/s1600-h/BB-07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70X-b6AiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/84LFpdlBjNQ/s320/BB-07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895709040050722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pigs confused me in Bath, but they were nice :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70YLlVNjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EKOJGbb8bjE/s1600-h/BB-29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70YLlVNjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EKOJGbb8bjE/s320/BB-29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895712569243186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat. you were there as well...?? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70YExJilI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jNXGzw9R4es/s1600-h/BB-55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70YExJilI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jNXGzw9R4es/s320/BB-55.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895710739761746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Millenium square in Bristol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70Yaj5qQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_TMunznZFT8/s1600-h/BB-38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70Yaj5qQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/_TMunznZFT8/s320/BB-38.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241895716589775106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5553411498756639417?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5553411498756639417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5553411498756639417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5553411498756639417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5553411498756639417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/09/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons learned...'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/SL70XTxxwDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/4E7sPVY2_fE/s72-c/BB-02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-2746755070986145201</id><published>2008-08-29T00:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:33:26.388+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Bristol, Baby!!</title><content type='html'>ENDLICH!! Um 16.10 Uhr sitze ich im Flieger nach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRISTOOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ich wünsche euch ein schönes Wochenende - haut rein! Wir sind schließlich nur einmal jung! :-)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-2746755070986145201?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2746755070986145201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=2746755070986145201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2746755070986145201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/2746755070986145201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/08/bristol-baby.html' title='Bristol, Baby!!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-3291146069616232846</id><published>2008-08-27T16:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:06:54.307+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>So true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.picturesofwalls.com/Database/Filestore/sometimesfuckit.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.picturesofwalls.com/Database/Filestore/sometimesfuckit.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-3291146069616232846?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3291146069616232846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=3291146069616232846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3291146069616232846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/3291146069616232846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-true.html' title='So true!'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-5093708278560376609</id><published>2008-08-26T12:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:37:27.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lollipops and candy canes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>&amp;hearts Häppy Börsdäi &amp;hearts</title><content type='html'>Liebste Möwe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich wünsche Dir alles Glück der Erde und des Himmels und der See und der Wiesen und der Biere und der Weine und der Musik, natürlich, hauptsächlich der Musik und der Filme und der Musikvideos und der Killer-Kiwis dieser Welt und der Fahrräder und [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut it, picca!&lt;/span&gt;] für Dein neues Lebensjahr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hoffe, Du hattest einen wunderschönen Urlaub und ich freue mich schon darauf, wenn das mit Donnerstag klappt :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab' Dich lieb, lilla syster. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Fühl Dich ganz fest gedrückt und keine Angst, ich werde Dich später natürlich noch anrufen ;-)&lt;br /&gt;*kiss and hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die olle Kanne :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-5093708278560376609?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5093708278560376609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=5093708278560376609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5093708278560376609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/5093708278560376609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/08/hppy-brsdi.html' title='&amp;hearts Häppy Börsdäi &amp;hearts'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29595922.post-1500803586640263251</id><published>2008-08-25T11:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:41:23.476+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is now'/><title type='text'>Bristol and "overheard on the tube"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since it's all clear now, I can tell you about it: I'm going to &lt;a href="http://visitbristol.co.uk/"&gt;Bristol&lt;/a&gt; for the upcoming weekend, to visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally I am going to visit this city and (what's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; about it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;) have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decent &lt;/span&gt;british breakfast&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now, just a little something for you from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.themanwhofellasleep.com/gossip.html"&gt;tube gossip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;01. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How            many fucking wankers does it take to change a lightbulb? You. Just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually,            it's not illegal if the vodka is in a Coke bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We need            a whore for the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm            gonna facebook your mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;East            Ham and West Ham are just two sides of a village called Ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I nearly forgot to tell you about a quote from Friday night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chris wants Vreni to listen to something on her mobile (Vreni is a singer in a band)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vreni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; No way, Chris! you know I'm a musician. I AM DEAF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29595922-1500803586640263251?l=dillypicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1500803586640263251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29595922&amp;postID=1500803586640263251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1500803586640263251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29595922/posts/default/1500803586640263251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dillypicca.blogspot.com/2008/08/bristol-and-overheard-on-tube.html' title='Bristol and &quot;overheard on the tube&quot;'/><author><name>piccadilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117096721209684576</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BsgYaO4Ey_g/R92g4sjMAUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/M4zsXnBsJoA/S220/DSC00643.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
