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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>RapunzelRapunzel</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>RapunzelRapunzel</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/23/55d91b43d45277d61a1156a50ea1e3_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>A DAY TO REMEMBER</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2009/05/06/a-day-to-remember-6072207/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2009-05-06:/2009/05/06/a-day-to-remember-6072207/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 22:11:12 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;It was dark outside I remember, but still day time. Possibly mid day, it must have been raining. It’s hard to remember now when all I can really recall is that small room.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The room was a lounge with a sofa that was blue and white, the sofa was right in the middle of the room. Big windows with cheap netting across them to the left. A door to the main bedroom straight ahead. The door had a hole in it, from when Tim had punched it in an angry drunk and drug fuelled moment. Then a door to the kitchen and small bedroom at the other side. The flat was normally filled with people, laughing, joking, playing music, drinking, smoking and snorting drugs. This huge big party atmosphere. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But today, for right now, it was mine. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Mine and Brians.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We were getting ready to leave; Brian was taking me to the train station. I was going to my friend’s birthday party. It would be the first time in 4 weeks that Brian and I would be apart. I was excited, looking forward to catching up with my friends to tell them all about my latest adventure. To tell them I’d found my soul mate and that I was getting married to a man 20 years older than me. Not thinking that they would be anything other than pleased for me. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I came into the lounge, singing. Something was wrong. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Brian was sat on that sofa in a cloud of smoke. Looking down at the floor, elbows on his knees, avoiding eye contact.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“What’s wrong?”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;No response.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Hey, baby. Everything ok?” I said as I approached the sofa, leaning down to him to get his attention.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“Nothing, everything is fine.” Still no eye contact. Everything was not fine.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“What’s happened? Why are you so down?” I was beginning to worry.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Long pause. I moved closer and lifted his chin so he would have to look me in the eyes.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He looked at me. “It’s you.” He said.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I sat next to him on my knees on the sofa. “What’s me?”  I couldn’t comprehend.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He looked away. “You’re leaving me.” Was all he said by way of explanation.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“What do you mean? I’m coming back.”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“You won’t want to, once you go, you won’t want to come back…”&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then it dawned on me. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;“You’re worried I won’t come back? Are you insane?!” He was still looking at his hands having finished his cigarette. I put my left leg over him so that I was now straddling him. I bent down and kissed him. His kisses were amazing, electricity coursed through my body with every single kiss he ever gave me. “I’ll never leave you” I said looking him in the eyes and kissing him again. “You’re mine.” &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We kissed again, I took off my t-shirt and he kissed my neck and breasts. I took his top off and returned the favour. He then undid my bra skilfully whilst nibbling my neck. I then stood up to take off my jeans and he slipped his down, exposing his beautiful dick hard and ready. I then sat down again on him straight away; I didn’t want or need foreplay. I wanted him inside me and I wanted it now. We looked in each others eyes and moved together, doing the same thing we’d already done twice that day and several times every other day for four weeks. Every time it felt like the first time. Every time it felt that that was where he belonged, where I belonged. Our bodies moving in sync with one another, my sweat becoming his sweat. Until eventually I closed my eyes and could feel myself coming, he knew this. I gave out a gasp of immense pleasure and we came together. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After composing myself, I kissed him, looked him in the eye and whispered, “I’ll never leave you”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2009/05/06/a-day-to-remember-6072207/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2009/05/06/a-day-to-remember-6072207/#comments</comments></item><item><title>A Time Lost But Not Forgotten.</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/08/03/a_time_lost_but_not_forgotten~1011999/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-08-03:/2006/08/03/a_time_lost_but_not_forgotten~1011999/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 23:25:37 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;To the innocence of youth,&lt;br&gt;
To living for the moment!&lt;br&gt;
When consequences where inconsequential&lt;br&gt;
And eyes shone with love and promise.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I grew and shed the chrysalis,&lt;br&gt;
Let my wings dry on the reed in the sun&lt;br&gt;
My colour changed, I turned beautiful&lt;br&gt;
Spread my wings and flew.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Happy with my choices&lt;br&gt;
Content that I was doing what needed to be done&lt;br&gt;
But it’s never that simple&lt;br&gt;
It’s never black and white.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Are those I left in youth and innocence still there?&lt;br&gt;
Where I left them&lt;br&gt;
It’s usually in the last place you look.&lt;br&gt;
Are they still smoking and laughing the night away?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Or are they in my responsibility hole?&lt;br&gt;
Where I left myself&lt;br&gt;
Or are they enjoying and fretting silliness?&lt;br&gt;
Like I used to.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I wonder if my choices were right&lt;br&gt;
And I wonder what they are doing now&lt;br&gt;
And I wonder if they wonder what I’m doing&lt;br&gt;
And I wonder if they’re right.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ships that pass in the night&lt;br&gt;
When everyone was asleep&lt;br&gt;
Well I wasn’t sleeping, I saw the other ships&lt;br&gt;
And I waved them goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/08/03/a_time_lost_but_not_forgotten~1011999/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/08/03/a_time_lost_but_not_forgotten~1011999/#comments</comments></item><item><title>oh my god!</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/07/06/oh_my_god~938014/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-07-06:/2006/07/06/oh_my_god~938014/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jul 2006 13:55:39 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Wow, what a day!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The Chillis were ace. To say the VERY least. Fab set, fab singer, fab bassist, fab drummer, fab guitarist. FAB FAB FAB. &lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/060lol.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Flea was talking to the crowd and said, 'I've got one thing I want to say to you'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;and I shouted at the top of my voice 'You love me!'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;and he said, 'I LOVE YOU!' &lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/05biggrin.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was hilarious! I know the way of the Chilli Peppers.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The only annoying thing about the night was that my friends wouldn't let me stalk Anthony (or Tone as I like to call him) I was gutted! They wouldn't let me stay until they left. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo annoyed, I don't actually think I'll EVER get over it.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My only chance, gone forever. I'm officially in mourning. sigh....&lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graysad.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/07/06/oh_my_god~938014/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/07/06/oh_my_god~938014/#comments</comments></item><item><title>who's Anthony? who's Anthony?</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/07/03/who_s_anthony_who_s_anthony~929312/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-07-03:/2006/07/03/who_s_anthony_who_s_anthony~929312/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 14:20:19 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Oh MY!!!! have just purchased ticket to see the RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS. So excited! I'm going to see them at my home ground, seen them twice before and they rock.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;HMMMMM............. Anthony Kiedis.... hmmmmm..... hope he wears that black skirt of his ......... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm going to smuggle myself back stage and offer my body up to his lusciousness. Or if that doesn't tickle his fancy I might ask him round for a cuppa, do you think he'll go for it? I mean, what more would a Californian rocker want than a nice cup of tea and some rich tea biscuits?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;OH GOD!!! I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;hmmm, I sense trouble brewing. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well, what's a girl supposed to do now that I'm allowed no where near Mr. Bean? (Sean that is, not Rowan Atkinson's character!)
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/07/03/who_s_anthony_who_s_anthony~929312/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/07/03/who_s_anthony_who_s_anthony~929312/#comments</comments></item><item><title>I'm Back!</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/06/20/i_m_back~896866/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-06-20:/2006/06/20/i_m_back~896866/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 15:06:19 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Appologies, fellow bloggers, for my absense of late but following the whole Sean Bean episode I've spent a little time dining and sleeping courtesy of Her Magesty.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And I also have a restraining order not to go within 5 miles of Mr. B. sigh.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/06/20/i_m_back~896866/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/06/20/i_m_back~896866/#comments</comments></item><item><title>An unhealthy obsession has begun…</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/an_unhealthy_obsession_has_begun~751432/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-04-24:/2006/04/24/an_unhealthy_obsession_has_begun~751432/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 10:52:11 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I’ve had my fair share of crushes through the years, starting with Kevin Costner (Dances With Wolves did it for me, I’m afraid), then Keanu Reeves (Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey has a lot to answer for), then the obligatory one’s, of course – Brad and George. But lately there hasn’t been anyone new. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This all changed last night. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Forever.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When Sharpe first came to our screens, probably about 10 years ago, I was far more interested in going out and getting wasted than watching some crappy tv show. OH! How wrong was I? I now feel cheated, I’ve missed out on years of the lovely Sharpe. Last night, as he rode into the Indian dessert on horse back in THAT uniform, I could barely contain myself! MY GOD! What a perfectly formed male. I’m afraid I have now joined the ranks and housewives favourite Sean Bean is also mine. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The problem is, I’m starting to get obsessed. And get stalkerish thoughts. This is never really a good thing, I found out recently that my lovely Sean lives nearby (well within 50 miles anyway), and plays darts or bowls or something (I wasn’t interested in exactly what) on a local pub team. So I got to thinking I could start frequenting this pub and maybe… just maybe…. Sigh….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He’ll fall in love with me and take me away from all this.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Plausible? Or should I be sectioned?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/an_unhealthy_obsession_has_begun~751432/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/an_unhealthy_obsession_has_begun~751432/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Bloody Typical</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/04/04/bloody_typical~701722/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-04-04:/2006/04/04/bloody_typical~701722/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Apr 2006 15:19:56 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I spent the weekend finally going down South to visit friends and lovers. Oh much fun was had, except I think I might have to sue waitrose. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Let me explain....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It was a lovely semi-sunny saturday and my friend Charlie and her incredibly placid baby (she shouldn't be allowed out with this baby actually because it will fool people into thinking all babies are good like her and so other people will want one - I think she should be imprisoned til she's 13 and has turned into a nightmare, then no one will reproduce) her baby does look an awful lot like Phil Mitchell so I suppose this makes up for her lovely nature. Anyway, we drive into Richmond (yar, darhling) and decide to park up in Waitrose for ease more than anything. We then spend a lovely four hours strolling along the river ('what's that one called again?' I ask 'That'll be the Thames, Rapunzel'), have, sorry 'do', lunch in a quaint little pub with a very sexy barman, wander back into Richmond, have a smooch around that big department store - am very good and buy nothing - literally a first for me, then decide the time has come to depart.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is the good bit...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If you park up to three hours it's £3.50 (not too bad I hear you say)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But over 3 hours it's £20. £20!!! I couldn't believe it! It actually made me feel physically ill. Nothing I could do but pay the fine, Charlie paid half bless her, then we left and the barrrier in the car park was up so I needn't have paid a penny. Just bloody typical. NOT a happy bunny. Bastards.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_evil.gif" alt="&gt;:-[" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/04/04/bloody_typical~701722/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/04/04/bloody_typical~701722/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Goodbye cruel world, I’ll see you in the morning.</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/goodbye_cruel_world_i_ll_see_you_in_the_~682800/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-03-29:/2006/03/29/goodbye_cruel_world_i_ll_see_you_in_the_~682800/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 12:43:41 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;My brother died six years ago, it was the anniversary last Monday. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I find it harder as the years go by, not easier. It’s funny because when he first died, I handled it all very well- was strong and kept my family together whilst individually they all went to pieces. But, as the years have gone by, and the friends have slowly petered off and all that is left are my memories and a few lovely photos, it gets harder and I don’t seem to have the strength I once did. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Gradually getting worse as the years go by? Having the pain sear through my chest every time I think of him? Why can’t I be content with the memories? Think of his beautiful smile and sunny disposition with a smile on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; face and warmth in my heart? After all he’s never coming back and I know this. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They say time is a healer but time isn’t curing my wounds; it’s making them bigger and more infected. I know there is no answer to my questions and that I have to get on with my life which mostly I do. I just wanted everyone who has lost someone to know they’re not alone in feeling the pain and that it’s ok to still be in pain years afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Death is a part of life and we all deal with it differently. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;RIP Jack&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/goodbye_cruel_world_i_ll_see_you_in_the_~682800/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/29/goodbye_cruel_world_i_ll_see_you_in_the_~682800/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Is it just me?</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/23/is_it_just_me~670265/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-03-23:/2006/03/23/is_it_just_me~670265/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 23:41:57 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I watched Grange Hill on Monday for the first time in about 15 years. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;(This is definately the plus side to being a parent - you get to watch kids programmes guiltlessly, purely for research purposes you understand?)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Last I remember is that it used to be set at a scum school in central London where you 'just said no' and everyone beat each other up or were on drugs and all with a wonderful cockney (you gotta love that word) drawl. Not to forget that it was a training ground for future stars of Eastenders.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yet as I gazed unbelievingly at my idiot box, everything had a sunny disposition about it AND (and this is the piece de resistance) THEY HAD LIVERPUDLIAN ACCENTS! WHAT?????!?!?! what is the world coming too? and how can these poor kids graduate to the higher stage of Albert Square? surely all their dreams will be shattered? But it wasn't just the kids, the caretakers and teachers all had a northern twang too.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;sigh. Is nothing sacred? or is it just me and I dreamt the whole episode?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/23/is_it_just_me~670265/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/23/is_it_just_me~670265/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Isn't  st. Paddy's Day supposed to be fun?</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/17/isn_t_st_paddy_s_day_supposed_to_be_fun~653486/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-03-17:/2006/03/17/isn_t_st_paddy_s_day_supposed_to_be_fun~653486/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 23:26:26 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Top of the evenin to ya! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hope your all having a better day than me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I think I might have accidentally broken up with my boyfriend. All I said was that I wasn't going to see him tomorrow if we didn't go and see a mutual frined of ours that we haven't seen in 4 years. And he treats me like a fuckin leper. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And, of course, I'm being incredibly uncool about the whole situation, texting and phoning him constantly, leaving distraught then angry then distraught again messages. I'm sure that's really helping the situation.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What am I to do? you can't fucking win with men. EVER.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My phone is now switched off and I hope to God that I manage to keep it that way....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;oh yes and tomorrow's his birthday.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;will power come to me!!!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/17/isn_t_st_paddy_s_day_supposed_to_be_fun~653486/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/17/isn_t_st_paddy_s_day_supposed_to_be_fun~653486/#comments</comments></item><item><title>completely stolen from Fatal</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/completely_stolen_from_fatal~642118/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-03-14:/2006/03/14/completely_stolen_from_fatal~642118/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 12:19:08 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;1) When showering, do you start the water and then get in or get in and start the water?&lt;br&gt;
only baths for me, darling - filled with goats milk at that.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;2) Do you read the labels on your shampoo bottle?&lt;br&gt;
duh, yeah. how do I know if I'm using the dandruff free shampoo or dry dry ends?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3) Do you moan in the shower like the people on the herbal essence commercial?&lt;br&gt;
Had I a power shower installled with a free George Clooney in it, then no doubt I would -only a lot louder.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4) Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;
yes siree, and loved every minute of it! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5) Have you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings?&lt;br&gt;
no because that's wrong, really very wrong. Baths on the other hand, I've had quite a few.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;6) Have you ever brushed your teeth in the shower?&lt;br&gt;
Oh yes, a tip I picked up from my brother - saves loads of time&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;7) Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot?&lt;br&gt;
no, why? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8) How old do you look?&lt;br&gt;
not as young as i used to. Last year my daughter was sat on my knee facing me, 'what's that on your face, mama?' Raucious laughter in the background from my mother - 'ha ha she means your lines' yeah, thanks.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9) How old do you act?&lt;br&gt;
depends who I'm with. With my daughter I act 3, with my lover I act 23 he he. when I'm on my own I act 13&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;10) What's the last song you sang?&lt;br&gt;
maroon 5 this love has taken it's toll blah blah whilst waiting to speak to some dumbass woman at the 3 network.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;11) Have you recently become a member of anything?&lt;br&gt;
the I don't work because I'm a lazy ass mother club&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;12) What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br&gt;
ooh, this is a good one, fella's birthday on Saturday and he's irish so BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG celebration and plenty of guiness to be had by all! yay!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;13) Do you kiss with your eyes opened or closed?&lt;br&gt;
Closed, it's RUDE not to.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;14) Have you ever ridden a mechanical bull?&lt;br&gt;
oh my god, yes and never again! I has briuses on my shins for weeks after and between my legs where the rope had been. I couldn't walk the next day. But I did look hot, so I was told after anyway.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;15) Did you ever intentionally vomit after eating?&lt;br&gt;
nah, hate being sick. perfer diahrea (I know that's not how you spell it) - If only there was an eaing disorder where you could poo it all out....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;16) If you were working on a pirate ship, what would you most likely be?&lt;br&gt;
the captured damsel in distress who gets ravashed my all the sexy pirates&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;17) Have you ever called anyone a slut?&lt;br&gt;
and a ho and a slag and a tart and a ....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;18) Have you ever been called a slut?&lt;br&gt;
constantly&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;19) Have you ever smuggled something into America?&lt;br&gt;
no but I smuggled a lighter through customs on to the plane, the bastards took my other novelty New York taxi one and kept it. They didn't see that one though ha ha h aha haa.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;20) Does playing the guitar make a girl/guy more attractive?&lt;br&gt;
Oh definately, there's nothing sexier than a musician, show me a man who can play even the spoons and I'm on my back&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;21) Do you live in a city with a good sports team?&lt;br&gt;
Well we were good in the 70's, does that count?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;22) Have you ever finished off the popcorn?&lt;br&gt;
popcorn? what popcorn?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;23) How many people do you think would come to your funeral?&lt;br&gt;
53 &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;24) How many of them would come just to make sure you're dead?&lt;br&gt;
every last one of em&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;25) Do you have more enemies or more friends?&lt;br&gt;
friends &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;26) Have you ever sent an anonymous letter?&lt;br&gt;
nah, everyone must know who I am! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;27) Can you fix ur own car?&lt;br&gt;
a little bit, can add oil and screen wash and pump up tyres, anything else I leave to the blokes&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;28) Have you ever turned someone down for a date?&lt;br&gt;
Would be nice to have the chance to, sob, nobody loves me!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;29) Are you smarter than your friends?&lt;br&gt;
yeah, all of them. I'm great.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;30) Have you ever stolen anything from your friends?&lt;br&gt;
God yes! All the time, mostly they know about it though&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;31) Have you ever been to jail?&lt;br&gt;
no &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;32) Should you have?&lt;br&gt;
ask my lawyer&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;32) Do you like the taste of beer?&lt;br&gt;
urgh NO! and i only think men like it because they're conditioned as adolesent boys into thinking this is what you have to drink to be a man.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;34) Have you ever died or killed someone in a dream&lt;br&gt;
No, how boring am I? I have flown quite a distance though, does that count?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;35) Have you ever given to charity?&lt;br&gt;
yup, especially for abused kids, hate what happens to them so try to do my bit.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;36) Would you kill a dog for £1000?&lt;br&gt;
depends, is the dog really old and ill and going to die anyway? maybe. definately not if it's a cute pup.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;37) Do you sometimes get depressed?&lt;br&gt;
Does the pope shit in the woods?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;38) Do you live with your parents?&lt;br&gt;
God no, tried that and I very nearly killed my mother. Love her though I do, living with her drives me nuts.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;39) Do you have plans for your future?&lt;br&gt;
Oh yes, I've got to go to the bookies this afternoon and place a bet at Cheltenham. Isn't that what you meant?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/completely_stolen_from_fatal~642118/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/completely_stolen_from_fatal~642118/#comments</comments></item><item><title>masturbation is not a crime.</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/13/masturbation_is_not_a_crime~638028/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-03-13:/2006/03/13/masturbation_is_not_a_crime~638028/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 02:38:09 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;I recently purchased, after many years of deliberation, my very first vibrator. My god, those things are amazing (sigh). In fact, sat here at my computer, all I want to do is grab my new friend and Bing Bang! Have a jolly old time. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;For years now, having irregular sexual contact (my man lives 200 miles away)– I’ve had to put up with being sexually frustrated. Half the time I’ve been able to distract myself by getting completely wasted, the other half I’ve had to give in to the sins of the flesh and take matters into my own hands, if you catch my drift. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Although, having said that, I’ve never really been one to masturbate. Not since I was a child anyway (yes, children do masturbate – shock horror! Get over it, it happens for fucks sake). It’s strange because when I was younger nothing could keep me away from my hairbrush (the handle, that is – don’t go getting any sick ideas, boy-o!). But, as I reached puberty, I sort of lost interest in myself and sort of found interest in the opposite sex.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So, having to grab moments of passion that were few and far between (albeit fantastic when I did have it and usually marathon sessions), my mind started to wonder to the joys of masturbation once more. I asked plenty of friends for their opinions and I came to the conclusion that they were probably a good thing. (And perhaps, the saviour of the human race as we know it. According to my research, if women didn’t flick themselves off once in a while all the men in the universe would be dead by now) But I still didn’t buy one.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I got a little side tracked and to be honest, I thought that if you were getting laid properly, you don’t really need them no matter how often that was. Following the birth of my beautiful child the sex obviously became even less frequent, I had a small person to look after so sex doesn’t tend to be on top of your ‘to do’ list along with buying nappy rash and nipple cream. So I was slightly distracted to my sexual needs, but, as the grub, sorry child, got older and less demanding, more pressing matters came to mind.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Having had several conversations over the years with my good friend Mary (she swears by vibrators), I finally plucked up the courage and skipped along joyfully to my nearest Ann Summers shop. First time round the shop, I couldn’t decide. I mean, there are so many different shapes and sizes and colours and different levels of vibration. I did covert the infamous ‘Rampant Rabbit’ but the price tag, sadly, read a little too much for my somewhat pitiful budget, so I left empty handed.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A few months later after much more conversations and deliberations, I ventured once more into the unknown world of The Vibrator. This time, on the advice of Mary, I purchased a little ‘clit stimulator’ by the name of Pocket Pleaser – a little purple number (my favourite colour), pleasing on the eye and on the clit! Could a girl ask for more? And, boy does it please?! Let’s just say, I like it a lot! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then again, can I have too much of a good thing? I swear it becomes addictive. Constantly thinking, right, do I have time to have a quick play before I wash the pots? (I’m afraid it always wins on that one) Or after a particularly long day, do I go to sleep straight away? Or do I grab my new friend and stay up later than I‘d planned? I tell you, it starts all sorts of problems. Then there’s the jealousy. my man liked the idea of B2 (named after him – of that, at least he should be grateful) at first but when he realized that I really enjoyed it and asked, ‘better than my tongue?’ I didn’t respond favourably to him. Well, hesitantly I said, ‘not better, just different’. I don’t think he spoke to me for a week after that. Oh well, needs must.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/13/masturbation_is_not_a_crime~638028/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/13/masturbation_is_not_a_crime~638028/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Just one of those days.....</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/11/just_one_of_those_days~632016/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-03-10:/2006/03/11/just_one_of_those_days~632016/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 00:53:44 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;2006 is turning out to be a funny old year. Let me give you an example of a Monday, a few weeks back.......&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8:45am leave house to take child to nursery.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8:46am as puting child in back of car, noticed extremely flat tyre. Not to worry, have another car to use.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8:49am go back into house to get keys for other car, can't find them. hmmmm. Mother has a car, luckily she only lives a 5 minute walk away.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;8:55am leave for mothers&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9:05am arrive at mothers to steal said car.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9:07am car doesn't start. has flat battery.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9:10am swear alot and set off on foot to nursery.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;9:50am arrive at nursery nearly an hour late. drop said child off and head home.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;10:30am arrive home and search for missing keys, eventually find them in the last place I look (funny that isn't it? that's where things always seem to be)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;spend day at home pottering about, doing mother-housewifey (not that I'm a housewife)-type things (I'll let you into a secret, quite often this involves sleeping and long hot relaxing baths).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:15pm set off with found car keys, get into other car. It doesn't start.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:17pm swear alot again. eventually car starts, get it half way down the road and it conks out. bollocks. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:18pm jump out car and run to catch bus&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:24pm at bus stop, spark up fag to ensure bus arrival.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:27pm still no bus.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:30pm bus eventually arrives.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:41pm arrive at nursery out of breath and in a panic.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:42pm daughter saunters out and declares she needs the toilet. no hurry baby.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:56pm arrive at bus stop for return journey, realise as the bus approaches that I've lost the £1 coin that was in my pocket for the return journey and thus have no cash on me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:57pm swear again (this is ok in front of child as she knows she's not allowed to say naughty words - we had to have a chat a while back after she said 'for fucks sake' when my attention wasn't on  her completely one day!)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3:58 walk to nearby shop and get money out of hole in the wall.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4:07pm back at bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive again.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4:15pm finally get on bus and we're heading home.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4:27pm walking back from the bus stop towards our house, we come to where the second car was abandoned only an hour previously. notice that this car too has a flat tyre, exactly the same one as the other car.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4:30 collapse in a heap on the sofa. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I just couldn't believe that out of three cars NONE worked!!! Sigh. ain't that just the way sometimes......
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/11/just_one_of_those_days~632016/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/03/11/just_one_of_those_days~632016/#comments</comments></item><item><title>I love my mum</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/02/28/i_love_my_mum~600704/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-02-28:/2006/02/28/i_love_my_mum~600704/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 15:26:01 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;yes, it's true. My mum's the best. I know it's uncool to praise your mum or to hang out with her or just generally be nice to her. But the fact is, I love my mum. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She has always been there whenever I needed her (except on one occasion but I won't go into that now as it was understandable), whenever I was in trouble she bailed me out. She has shown me nothing but love and understanding from the moment I plopped into this world (after three days of agony on her part). My mother devoted her existance to ensuring my and my syblings happiness, we never had much cash but we didn't need it. We had love. Cheesy as that sounds, it's true. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She buys me nice things when I don't deserve it, and still though I'm nearly 28 and am now a mother myself, she is constant in her care and love. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I see my friends parents and am just flabergasted that their folks aren't like mine, I just assumed that all parents put their children first and that's the way it is. It's not like that though. Is it? It's sad that so many people are far too selfish in their own little worlds to care about what becomes of their offspring. ANd everyday I thank my lucky stars that when I was waiting upstairs to be conceieved I chose my mum. Won the lottery, you could say. No better, winning the lottery the money goes, but my mum is always going to be there and be wonderful. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I just hope that I can be as good a mother as she was and is.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So now you all know how sad I am!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love you mum.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/02/28/i_love_my_mum~600704/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/02/28/i_love_my_mum~600704/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Erm.... hi.</title><link>http://rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk/2006/02/28/erm_hi~599366/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:rapunzelrapunzel.blog.co.uk,2006-02-28:/2006/02/28/erm_hi~599366/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 01:35:58 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Hello there fellow bloggerds (I meant to put bloggers then but added a 'd' by mistake, I actually think it looks better!)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm rather new to this game and am somewhat at a loss as what to write, so I think I'm going to have a little browse before I stun you all with my pearls of wisdom. ahem.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
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