<?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-5526726</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:13:10.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken.Virgin</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just a virgin getting drunk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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Era terei que largar o cigarro, e manter todos os níveis de substâncias boas... além de finalmente regular minhas atividades físicas.Na Quinta-feira vou ver meu médico, saber dos preços e decidir em cúpula familiar o que será melhor.Eu quero, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/114845517590876022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=114845517590876022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/114845517590876022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/114845517590876022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2006/05/cirurgia-plstica-i.html' title='Cirurgia Pl&amp;aacute;stica I'/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-113820090771810942</id><published>2006-01-25T12:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:55:07.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, can I go with you?</title><summary type='text'>Pelo amor de Santa Melanie de Liverpool, escutem Beauty #2, do magnífico Ladytron.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/113820090771810942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=113820090771810942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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prometo que destilo mais.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/113761126317580639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=113761126317580639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/113761126317580639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/113761126317580639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2006/01/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start...'/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-112472771979649302</id><published>2005-08-22T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:22:37.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotta run. Baby, Run! Baby, run!Tenho que fugir, baby.Você roubou muita coisa de mim. Tirou minha inspiração, a minha capacidade de suspirar, o brilho nos meus olhos quando o dia termina, e eu pensava em você. Você me fez cético, me fez frio, me fez duro.Você estragou o pouco que a gente tinha, usou o pouco que eu sabia oferecer, e me deixou no meio do caminho como se não fosse nada.Queria poder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/112472771979649302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=112472771979649302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/112472771979649302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/112472771979649302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotta-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-111854029500570479</id><published>2005-06-11T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:38:15.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet loving becomes lonely bitterness.Queria poder te dizer agora tudo o que sinto mais uma vez. Queria poder te contar todas as coisas que eu fiz, todas as coisas que eu preparei, tudo aquilo que imagine e todos os pequenos planos que você destruiu.Não vou fazer isso.Não vou te ligar só pra te contar de todos os pacotes de *aquilo que não deve ser nomeado* eu comprei pensando em dividir tudo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/111854029500570479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=111854029500570479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111854029500570479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111854029500570479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweet-loving-becomes-lonely-bitterness.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-111834648331867070</id><published>2005-06-09T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T16:48:03.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back on track...Everything must change, right Melanie? Então voltei.Não sei se vou ter a paciência pra escrever. Meu flog continua ativo, todos os dias, mas o blog... erm...Novas expressões, novos sons, novas amizades, novo tudo, até o emprego.Tiraram, levaram, deram, não satisfizeram.Fodam-se.Sejam benvindos ao clube, mais uma vez.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/111834648331867070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=111834648331867070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111834648331867070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111834648331867070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-on-track.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-111667426142429418</id><published>2005-05-21T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T08:17:42.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aniversário...Ai, que saco.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/111667426142429418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=111667426142429418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111667426142429418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111667426142429418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/05/aniversrio.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-111572215517128039</id><published>2005-05-10T07:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:49:15.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desperate HousewivesO voto é simples, na realidade. Aqueles que o fazem prometem ficar juntos no melhor e no pior... na saúde e na doença... para honrar e cultivar... esquecendo todos os outros... até que a morte os separe. Sim, o voto é simples. Achar alguém válido de tal promessa á a parte difícil. Mas se conseguirmos, é aí que começamos a viver feliz para sempre.Eu me pergunto se consegui ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/111572215517128039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=111572215517128039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111572215517128039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111572215517128039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/05/desperate-housewives-o-voto-dio-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-111501472838758776</id><published>2005-05-02T03:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T03:21:10.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you're gone...Depois de um bom tempinho offline... só pra constar.Quando você se vai eu concluo que estou apaixonado. Os dias passam e as noites parecem tão longas. Nem a comida tem gosto tão bom, a bebida não faz o que deve... as coisas parecem tão erradas, baby, quando você se vai. ("When You're Gone", Bryan Adams feat. Melanie C, On A Day Like Today, 1998).Mamãe me disse que seria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/111501472838758776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=111501472838758776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111501472838758776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/111501472838758776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-youre-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110812228753185762</id><published>2005-02-11T09:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:44:47.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gave you reasons...Oh yeah, the thrill is back.Eu quis ficar com você, quis te acolher, quis estar do seu lado. Infelizmente, você não soube observar nada disso. Todos aqueles olhares atravessados, todos aqueles gestos de carinho...não somos só amigos, todos sabem disso, todos podem ver isso. Talvez você não queria ver.E esse blog continua em HIATUS.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110812228753185762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110812228753185762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110812228753185762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110812228753185762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-gave-you-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110465394078394320</id><published>2005-01-02T06:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T07:07:13.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Primeiro dia do ano? Me dá o segundo!Passei o primeiro dia de 2005 dormindo. Talvez hibernando. Uma espécie de mecanismo de defesa que só eu entendo. É começo mais uma vez, é desespero mais uma vez, é uma lacuna a ser preenchida mais uma vez. Acordei há três horas do dia dois, e vivi essas três horas ao som de Run, do Snow Patrol, e depois dormi, até há pouco, quando um carro cantou os pneus na </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110465394078394320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110465394078394320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110465394078394320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110465394078394320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2005/01/primeiro-dia-do-ano-me-drio.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110405840377956935</id><published>2004-12-26T08:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T08:53:23.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004?Eu roubei no jogo. Passei em um ano de um lado para o outro, de forma não muito honrosa, mas estou salvo.Meu ano se foi, nada documentado, e sem grandes emoções. Buracos de roteiro, personagens inesperadas, amores impossíveis, e a força motriz de uma vida sempre presente. Infelizmente, eu sabia a canção e gritei como se fosse um hino, mas não foi suficiente: convenci meu público (pequeno, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110405840377956935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110405840377956935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110405840377956935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110405840377956935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/2004-eu-roubei-no-jogo.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110390436474250071</id><published>2004-12-24T14:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T14:06:04.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silly Christmas...Nessa data, só existem duas curas e um placebo. Melanie, you truly are a miracle.YOU GIVE ME LOVEFaith HillYou turn around, then you ask me behind tears of doubtJust what do I see in youPlease don't cry, I know sometimes it seems we barely get byBut you don't see how much you do to get me throughWhen the world is cold and I need a friend to holdYou give me love, you give me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110390436474250071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110390436474250071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110390436474250071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110390436474250071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/silly-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110332733866147700</id><published>2004-12-17T21:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:48:58.660-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One thing...Tem coisas que você cede, que você demonstra, e as pessoas não sabem valorizar. Quando você se fecha, decide não mostrar mais o seu sorriso verdadeiro, as pessoas se afastam. Mas, na verdade, não somos todos assim?Eu tentei por sete meses, depois tentei por duas semanas, depois tentei por uma semana, e depois tentei por dois dias. Talvez eu saiba demais, talvez eu saiba de menos. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110332733866147700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110332733866147700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110332733866147700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110332733866147700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110310186116608785</id><published>2004-12-15T07:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:05:47.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some movies I've seen.... National TreasureWell, well, well...Um Tomb Raider em versão masculina, com menos efeitos especiais e mais conexão emocional e valores tradicionais. Filme divertido, chamativo e bobo, com final satisfatório.E, todo o talento de Nicolas Cage.Vale uma tarde no cinema, especialmente aquela que te deixaram sozinho.Para os afetados, é  uma produção extremamente AMERICANA, com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110310186116608785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110310186116608785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110310186116608785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110310186116608785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/some-movies-ive-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110294282697901919</id><published>2004-12-13T11:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T11:00:26.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The best ever!!!Essa é conhecida de muita gente. Dragostea Din Tei toca pela web há um tempinho.DRAGOSTEA DIN TEIHaiducciMa-ia-hii, ma-ia-huu, ma-ia-hoo, ma-ia-haaMa-ia-hii, ma-ia-huu, ma-ia-hoo, ma-ia-haaMa-ia-hii, ma-ia-huu, ma-ia-hoo, ma-ia-haaMa-ia-hii, ma-ia-huu, ma-ia-hoo, ma-ia-haaAlo, salut, sunt eu, un haiducSi te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericireaAlo, alo, sunt eu PicassoTi-am dat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110294282697901919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110294282697901919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110294282697901919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110294282697901919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-ever-essa-um-tempinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110287487968622102</id><published>2004-12-12T16:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T16:07:59.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Incredible week!Antes de tudo, vão assistir The Incredibles, mas procurem uma cópia legendada ou baixem nas redes peer-to-peer, a tradução deve acabar com o tom de todas as piadas. É um daqueles raros momentos que a imprensa comercial fala verdadeiramente de um filme. Não me dei tempo de ler a mídia alternativa sobre o título.Nada, absolutamente nada, supera o Bob Perr. É uma das poucas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110287487968622102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110287487968622102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110287487968622102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110287487968622102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/incredible-week-antes-de-tudo-v-dores.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110257461350260296</id><published>2004-12-09T04:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T04:43:33.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL THE WAY NAKED!!!Mais um post extremamente fútil. Coisas do gênero.Depois de meses de sem qualquer coisa nova na boate, finalmente o DJ decide começar a tocar direito. Primeiro, ele achou Pepper Mashay, depois de anos de existência. Segundo, ele encontrou fontes boas, que proporcionaram a descoberta de Royal Gigolos (só que poderia ser "No Milk Today"). Terceiro, finalmente "Get Naked" chegou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110257461350260296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110257461350260296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110257461350260296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110257461350260296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-way-naked-mais-um-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110208416510746553</id><published>2004-12-03T12:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T12:29:25.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Irish Son, L.A.M.B and a DiaryHá algum tempo atrás, eu adorava Westlife. Acompanhei todo o começo dos rapazes, se bobear ainda tenho as primeiras matérias publicadasnas revistas importadas que eu comprava por causa de Spice Girls, Melanie C e Robbie Williams. Se bobear não, eu ainda tenho tudo guardado. Agora, o Brian decide fazer tudo sozinho, e fez muito bem.Dêem uma ouvida no cara, vale muito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110208416510746553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110208416510746553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110208416510746553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110208416510746553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/irish-son-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110187618866694412</id><published>2004-12-01T02:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T02:43:08.666-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GoodbyeDespedidas são sempre dolorosas. Mesmo que para um bem maior, se é que isso existe, são sempre dolorosas. Deixar é mais fácil do que ser deixado. Não, eu não fui abandonado, nem rejeitado, nem circunstâncias internacionais levaram alguém para longe do meu alcance. É bem mais simples e bem mais complicado que isso.Li em algum lugar, há muito tempo, que você pode ser aquele tipo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110187618866694412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110187618866694412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110187618866694412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110187618866694412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/12/goodbye-despedidas-svel-poder-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110156887038009729</id><published>2004-11-27T13:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T13:21:10.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPEAK!Pois bem. Hoje é dia de Parafolia, e a cidade toda está conectada nessa porcaria. Todos estão tomando seu rumo para a festinha podre e cheia de suor, enquanto eu fico aqui, com meus DVDs e minha pipoca, sem contar meu PC fazendo inúmeros downloads e o slideshow da minha defesa de TCC pipocando o tempo todo.A cena até que é bonita. Tô aqui paradão, de banho tomado, com cheiros decentes em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110156887038009729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110156887038009729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110156887038009729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110156887038009729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/speak-pois-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110148869913790594</id><published>2004-11-26T15:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:37:13.143-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You need to FORGEEET!!!Acho que estou chegando perto de estar atualizado. Nos últimos dias, assisti  todas as pérolas que queria assistir, boas e ruins.La Mala Educación é  muito brando, seco e sem pontos altos, como todas as outras obras de Almodovar, mas dessa vez, ele realmente esqueceu de todos os outros temperos usuais que fazem suas obras-primas. O filme é espetacular, mas nada inovador ou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110148869913790594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110148869913790594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110148869913790594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110148869913790594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-need-to-forgeeet-acho-que-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110140657592878866</id><published>2004-11-25T16:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T16:16:15.926-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lindsay Lohan?Momento propaganda: ADOREM LINDSAY LOHAN!Ouvi o CD da menininha com o maior carinho, só porque ela é linda, e curti demais. Pop, pop e mais pop, chicletão mesmo, como há muito não ouvia. Fenomenal. Melhor que essas pobres recém-saídas da adolescência que tentam ser sexy. Lindsay só é, não precisa tentar ser.Muito bom, cinco estrelas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110140657592878866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110140657592878866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110140657592878866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110140657592878866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/lindsay-lohan-momento-propaganda.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110127676010483590</id><published>2004-11-24T04:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T04:12:40.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They got me...Norah JonesEssa é a música do dia. Ainda não vou mencionar, nem devo. As coisas não acontecem por acaso. Poder voltar para casa, é sensacional.SUNRISENorah JonesSunrise, sunrise looks like mornin' in your eyes but the clocks held 9:15 for hoursSunrise, sunrise couldn't tempt us if it tried 'cause the afternoon's already come and goneAnd I said...to youSurprise, surprise couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110127676010483590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110127676010483590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110127676010483590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110127676010483590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/they-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110083802481800017</id><published>2004-11-19T02:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T02:20:24.816-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snow Patrol diz tudo...GRAZED KNEESSnow PatrolI'm trying not to stare, it's too lateThe blanket's over there, if you likeI'm broken and I'm colder than hell, I should've said I'd not come back hereYour breakfast will get cold, I really have to goIt's easier to lie and be safeTime and time again I'm half stalledOne giant leap of faith is easy when everyone you ask is so sureJust give a second </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110083802481800017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110083802481800017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110083802481800017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110083802481800017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/snow-patrol-diz-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110077683122697035</id><published>2004-11-18T09:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:20:31.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking...Acho que esse blog vai entrar em hiatus em breve...Já sucumbi ao Orkut, quem sabe eu não sucumba ao flog e sua self-exposure óbvia? Acho que meu ego está começando a precisar da massagem superficial e passageira de um flog...ou não.Talvez eu faça um videolog. Videos novos periodicamente, da vida como ela é, aos olhos de Erick, Masterpiece, Drunken.Virgin, ou qualquer forma que você me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110077683122697035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110077683122697035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110077683122697035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110077683122697035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110053817370651041</id><published>2004-11-15T15:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T15:04:42.913-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Real SugarNão quis fazer aquilo, aquela pessoa não merecia passar por todo o processo de novo, mas não pude esconder. Dadas as condições e o nível alcoólico, tudo foi feito com um pouco de refúgio mútuo. Não creio que há futuro, não creio que existe um presente, mas só um passado interessante, e prazeroso. Hoje, os tempos são outros. Metereologia se torna, mais uma vez, um dos meus assuntos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110053817370651041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110053817370651041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110053817370651041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110053817370651041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/real-sugar-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110030815817608079</id><published>2004-11-12T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:10:38.766-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What now?!São duas opções.Sing to me the song of the stars of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing againWhen it feels like my dreams are so far, sing to me of the plans that You have for me over againSo I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray To be only yours, I pray to be only yoursI know now you're my only hopeOUI get: Bye-bye baby-baby bye baby-baby bye-byeReal sugar, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110030815817608079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110030815817608079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110030815817608079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110030815817608079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-now-s-resolvido.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-110009107687657092</id><published>2004-11-10T10:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T10:51:16.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the fuck is happening to me?Tô tão dividido que dói.Antigamente, a noite era meu pior período: solidão, situações que eu sonhava, e badalações que não existiam. Hoje, que os tempos são outros, que a vida é outra e que a esfera de ação é completamente diferente, as manhãs me incomodam e me dão medo. É o tempo que posso processar a noite movimentada, e todas as coisas que aconteceram, e todos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/110009107687657092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=110009107687657092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110009107687657092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/110009107687657092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-fuck-is-happening-to-me-to-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109993051618121471</id><published>2004-11-08T14:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:20:57.353-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erick + Perception = Baby BooPerception depends on how you see, not just what you see.You know, white light contains all the colors in the rainbow, but you'll never know unless you change the way you look at it."Percepção depende de como você vê, não só do que você vê. Sabe, a luz branca tem todas as cores do arco-íris, mas você nunca vai saber disso a não ser que mude a maneira de ohar para ela"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109993051618121471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109993051618121471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109993051618121471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109993051618121471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/erick-perception-baby-boo-perception.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109976808541201104</id><published>2004-11-06T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:08:05.413-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want any of you two!MERDA. Será que ninguém entende? Não, eu não quero estar com nenhuma de você duas. Já se passaram semanas, e também meses...superem os fatos, povo!Ontem eu tentei esclarecer mais uma coisa, mas não deu certo. Eu não vou voltar aos métodos infantis de psicologia reversa para ser entendido, cansei das imaturidades alheias e de como todos você tentam viver constantemente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109976808541201104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109976808541201104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109976808541201104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109976808541201104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-want-any-of-you-two-merda.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109968842014088015</id><published>2004-11-05T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T19:00:20.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, enough ain't enough, 'till it's enough!Tô começando a ficar com medo: quando Avril Lavigne segura as razões do seu mundo, você tem mais do que motivos pra ficar preocupado. Pior ainda é quando você começa a se familiarizar com algum artista brasileiro, e no meio das faixas do CD que você está começando a apreciar, encontra uma versão horrorosa daquela outra música que já te inspirou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109968842014088015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109968842014088015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109968842014088015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109968842014088015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/sometimes-enough-aint-enough-till-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109957561132061114</id><published>2004-11-04T11:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T11:42:02.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freud exlica? Não, Snow Patrol explica melhor.Tem sempre uma música, sempre uma banda, sempre um tempo. Não importa como, nem quem, mas sempre você encontra algum tom musical que te supre, que te entende, que te acolhe. No despontar de mais uma silly infatuation, processo o passado, e fico feliz. Não pelas coisas que aconteceram, mas justamente por estas pertencerem ao passado que não volta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109957561132061114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109957561132061114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109957561132061114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109957561132061114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/freud-exlica-n-no-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109950507195731920</id><published>2004-11-03T16:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:04:31.956-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a creepSabe quando você não tem mais pra onde correr, a ansiedade tá te consumindo aos poucos e do nada aparece uma luz tímida no fim do túnel?E essa luza vai crescendo, crescendo, e a potência vai aumentando, aumentando e...quando você se dá conta do que está acontecendo, você já está iluminado?I feel special, so fucking special today.Desde que vi a Chrissie cantando na minha frente essa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109950507195731920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109950507195731920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109950507195731920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109950507195731920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-creep-sabe-quando-vocncia-e-baixos.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109906617219345858</id><published>2004-10-29T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T17:20:47.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PaloaltoTava assistinto Life As We Know It, e no final do terceiro eppie tocou uma música muito fodona, e quis saber de quem era. Agora tem banda nova no meu player, é PALOALTOMesmo que já conhecesse o nome da trilha de Daredevil, nunca quis conhecer a banda, até escutar Breathe In. Recomendo, com todas as letras, o album Heroes &amp; Villains.**Happy Ending?Ah, lembranças. Avril Lavigne é golpe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109906617219345858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109906617219345858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109906617219345858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109906617219345858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/paloalto-tava-assistinto-life-as-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109897534652863101</id><published>2004-10-28T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:17:48.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais uma notinha...-Well, Ben, do you have anything you wanna share with us? Cheating mom? Petrified Penis?- Not now, you know me, I'm just boring.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109897534652863101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109897534652863101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109897534652863101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109897534652863101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/mais-uma-notinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109878074737642538</id><published>2004-10-26T05:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T05:52:27.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só uma notinha...- What's that? A Japanese thing?- I'm Chinese!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109878074737642538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109878074737642538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109878074737642538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109878074737642538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/s-uma-notinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109864221660311249</id><published>2004-10-24T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:23:36.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joan of Arcadia: The ElectionPode ser exagerado, mas Joan of Arcadia sempre me faz pensar muito. É pop, é meloso e é de alguma forma religioso. Aprendo mais com JoA sobre Deus do que aprendi em 11 anos de colégio Adventista. É uma linguagem simples, objetiva e não te força a acreditar em nada. E se não quiser assistir, é só desligar a TV.O episódio mais recente me deixou mais pensativo do que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109864221660311249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109864221660311249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109864221660311249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109864221660311249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/joan-of-arcadia-election-pode-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109840769986694670</id><published>2004-10-21T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:14:59.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It kills you a little, day-by-day...A boa vida se foi, o recheio cremoso nem durou tanto assim quanto dizia a embalagem, e a goma de mascar já perdeu até o gosto.Adorava mascar todo aquele chiclete com meus amigos. Uma atividade coletiva, onde todos sorriam e todos só buscavam uma coisa. Mas esses tempos bons não duram muito, senão não teriam o valor que têm. E nós nunca valorizamos o que temos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109840769986694670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109840769986694670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109840769986694670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109840769986694670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-kills-you-little-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109822271361706395</id><published>2004-10-19T18:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:10:31.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Van Helsing / Cold MountainVan Helsing é de chorar. Não consegui encontrar nenhum parte boa, exceto Kate Beckinsale. Cold Mountain, por outro lado, traz um clima maravilhoso de volta para a atualidade: o romance.Há algum tempo outro filme me tocou bastante nesse aspecto, e pensei que não aconteceria de novo, mas Cold Mountain o fez com excelência. Oscar merecido para Reneé, e atuação convincente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109822271361706395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109822271361706395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109822271361706395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109822271361706395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/van-helsing-cold-mountain-van-helsing.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109776174279185360</id><published>2004-10-14T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:13:02.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VILLAGE PEOPLEDecidi não contar a história toda, mas deixar algumas fotos que comprovam tudo:Alex, Eric Anzalone, eu e Ray.Alex, Erick e David.Isso foi quando o Eric me viu na platéia.Isso foi uma das vezes que o Eric veio na minha direção e mexeu comigo de alguma forma. O cara é hiper simpático, e muito brincalhão.Preciso comentar que foi uma experiência fenomenal???**Desperate HousewivesJá são </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109776174279185360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109776174279185360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109776174279185360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109776174279185360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/village-people-decidi-no-garantidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109771626688351449</id><published>2004-10-13T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:11:06.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saudades, saudades, saudades...O pior sentimento que existe é a saudade de um tempo que nunca existiu. Quem vive o que eu vivo sabe o que é isso. Não se trata de situação financeira, emocional ou sexual. É sobre um desejo inconsequente e torturante de ser, estar e poder. Coisas que poucos abençoados talvez entendam. Incrível como sentimentos como esses vêm sempre durante a noite. E é sobre a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109771626688351449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109771626688351449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109771626688351449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109771626688351449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/saudades-saudades-saudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109761799380445019</id><published>2004-10-12T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:53:13.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SawÉ podre. Me disseram que esse filme é assustador, no estilo de Seven, mas que nada. É um saco, super bobo e mais do que previsível. Patético.Uma tentativa furada de fazer terror psicológico. Uma comédia, no pico de sorte do diretor.O website é bom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109761799380445019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109761799380445019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109761799380445019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109761799380445019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/saw-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109752106059550655</id><published>2004-10-11T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:57:40.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E saiu o diagnóstico...Pois bem. Agora o ídolo que vos escreve tem uma coisa em comum com muitos: Gastrite! Cool or what?! Nos últimos dias, tenho tido dificuldades para comer e beber, especialmente comer. Não que isso tenha me parado na hora de bombar boates, ou correr atrás do Village People. Aliás, que show, que dia e que noite...inesquecível.Estou calminho em casa, relaxando, ainda sem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109752106059550655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109752106059550655' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109752106059550655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109752106059550655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/e-saiu-o-diagntico-for-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109744171454393610</id><published>2004-10-10T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:19:22.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HonestyOkie dokie...chega de me enganar. Levando em consideração minha recente solidão (hahaha), é hora de honestidade. Como sempre, sem dar nomes, sem descrições, mas fatos devem ser relatados.M1.: Você deve ter sido minha experiência mais patética de todos os tempos. Sabe quando  você tá sozinho e só quer estar acompanhado? Foi exatamente isso. Não vou dizer que não me derreti todo quando a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109744171454393610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109744171454393610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109744171454393610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109744171454393610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/honesty-okie-dokie.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109733752354964946</id><published>2004-10-09T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:58:20.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone special...Essa vai pra alguém muto especial, que surgiu do nada, e se foi do nada. Infelizmente, a vida é assim.EASY AS LIFEDeborah CoxAll I have to do is forget how much i love himAll I have to do is put my longing to one sideTell myself that love's an ever changing situationPassion would have cooled and all the magic would have diedIt's easy as lifeI tried to forget how much I want him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109733752354964946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109733752354964946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109733752354964946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109733752354964946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/someone-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109726440234202493</id><published>2004-10-08T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:40:02.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be macho, man!!PÁRA TUDO!ABSOLUTAMENTE TUDO!CONHECI OS CARAS DO VILLAGE PEOPLE HÁ POUCO!!!Fotos e detalhes em alguns dias...ainda tem o show deles hoje.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109726440234202493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109726440234202493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109726440234202493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109726440234202493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/be-macho-man-p-pouco-fotos-e-detalhes.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109705477814410303</id><published>2004-10-06T06:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T06:26:18.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK...me...NOW!Say the first thing that comes into your mind when you see me.If it looks like it works and it feels like it works, then it works.With the sun on your face, all these worries will soon disappear, just follow me now.WOW, Snow Patrol.Eu entendo. Dessa vez, eu realmente entendo. Não daria certo daquele jeito, não daria certo do outro jeito, eu mudei e você não sabe o que aconteceu. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109705477814410303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109705477814410303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109705477814410303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109705477814410303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109685128960577356</id><published>2004-10-03T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:54:49.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss you, baby!Você se foi, por minha culpa, há tempos atrás. Não posso desfazer meus enlaces, nem deixaria de reproduzir todos meus erros se tivese uma oportunidade de fazer tudo de novo. As coisas só são como são. Infelizmente, nós não podemos e não devemos ficar por perto. Friendship ends sooner than expected, when loyalty is neglected.CHOCOLATESnow PatrolThis could be the very minuteI'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109685128960577356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109685128960577356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109685128960577356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109685128960577356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-miss-you-baby-voco-devemos-ficar-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109671063741346717</id><published>2004-10-02T06:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:31:16.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DesabafoPrimeiro, você não me conhece.Não, na verdade, primeiro de tudo: FODA-SE. Segundo, você não me conhece. Terceiro, você se julga inteligente e perspicaz, pois aprenda a observar o que está ao seu redor, e don't take things and/or people for granted.A culpa não é minha se você se encanta com alguns telefonemas, com algumas palavras bem colocadas e um corpo que se move em sintonia com o seu.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109671063741346717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109671063741346717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109671063741346717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109671063741346717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/desabafo-primeiro-voco-perfeitas.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109665540712845159</id><published>2004-10-01T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:30:07.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's always a song......out there, waiting to be found...WAYS AND MEANSSnow PatrolGetting too busy to make amendsI should try to make it rightAre you ready for the shit to hitI think you say you are but aren'tDoctor make it better instantlyYou're the only one who canI've waited here my whole damn lifeAnd I've forgotten what I wantedMaybe I can do itIf I put my back into itI can leave you if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109665540712845159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109665540712845159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109665540712845159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109665540712845159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/10/theres-always-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109630377888738741</id><published>2004-09-27T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T20:03:30.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Queer As FolkPootz, adoro Queer as Folk. Por isso, o clima do blog é esse from now on. A música que inspirou a mudança está aqui...LET'S GET SOAKING WETBarris Harris feat. Pepper MashayWell, alright, how are you all feeling tonight? Ya'll feeling good?Well, you know I'm feeling mighty good tonightBut, you see baby, it's a little hot in here, in more ways than oneSo I've a little proposal to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109630377888738741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109630377888738741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109630377888738741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109630377888738741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/queer-as-folk-pootz-adoro-queer-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109622898105453333</id><published>2004-09-26T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T17:05:30.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Night...on earth or fucking fuckable space?!Deffo Better Alone.Terminei. Não poderia enganar uma pessoa tão boa, tão carinhosa e doce. Eu não sou assim, não sou como as pessoas que passaram na minha vida. Podem jogar todas as pedras que quiserem, mas não poderia continuar. Ontem mesmo eu achei minha cura, meu arreio, meu consolo. Já tive outra experiência, e foi muito legal. Não trocamos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109622898105453333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109622898105453333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109622898105453333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109622898105453333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109614822570130036</id><published>2004-09-25T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:37:05.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truth? Yeah, right!Essa semana foi meio ocupada. Tudo me deixava cansado, ou eu só tinha preguiça de começar. Incrível como todos os pontos me levavam ao mesmo lugar onde comecei, e eu nunca chegava até uma figura final. Mas hoje eu me toquei, e sei como é que devo me comportar.Tô feliz, tô comportado e tô bonito. Fui olhado, fui cantado, e escapei de tudo isso. Fiquei com raiva, fiquei com sono </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109614822570130036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109614822570130036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109614822570130036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109614822570130036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/truth-yeah-right-essa-semana-foi-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109573627664639620</id><published>2004-09-21T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T00:11:16.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picture Whore moment...enjoy it, while it lasts!Foto com a transsexual Raphaela, residente da boate Level, SP.www.colorido.net</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109573627664639620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109573627664639620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109573627664639620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109573627664639620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture-whore-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109563367142826087</id><published>2004-09-19T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T19:41:11.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better Alone?Sim, é  claro. Mas não significa que também seja bom ser solteiro. Tô de namoro novo, e isso é muito bom.Começo de relação é sempre complicado. A gente costuma não pensar, a gente só segue os instintos e acaba criando um psicológico horroroso para a criança. Ler alguns livros sobre o assunto até pode ajudar, mas nada como a prática mesmo. Relacionamentos viciosos são perigosos, e a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109563367142826087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109563367142826087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109563367142826087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109563367142826087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/better-alone-sim-ncias-com-outras.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109543993222063294</id><published>2004-09-17T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:52:12.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better Alone, but not single!Tnho vontade de chorar. Não sei se é de felicidade por ter sido pedido em namoro oficialmente, com todo o cortejo necessário e jantares/encontros no currículo; ou se é por simples besteira de adolescente. Better Alone mexeu comigo. Não sinto falta daquela pessoa que me fez tão bem, mas ao mesmo tempo fez um mal bem maior. Não sinto falta dos tempos que estivemos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109543993222063294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109543993222063294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109543993222063294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109543993222063294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/better-alone-but-not-single-tnho.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109532646942085419</id><published>2004-09-16T06:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T06:21:09.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Melanie got me again...Definitivamente, a Melanie lê meu blog. Better Alone é sobre mim.Muitos risos, e muitos beijos para hoje a noite.Found it, I found it, so far I've found it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109532646942085419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109532646942085419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109532646942085419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109532646942085419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/melanie-got-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109523993554723170</id><published>2004-09-15T06:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T06:18:55.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally v2.0Depois de ter pedido para muitas pessoas, dentre elas o Anselmo, a Lili, a Cláudia, a Carla, a Leila, etc., acho que é possível que meu tempo pode, quem sabe (numa nova tentativa) ter chegado. Sentiu a incerteza? Acostume-se.Como eu já esperava, existem pessoas aqui e pessoas lá. Não vou dizer que não doeu, porque doeu sim. Separação é sempre difícil para quem fica, mesmo que você </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109523993554723170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109523993554723170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109523993554723170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109523993554723170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-v2.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109517887135774550</id><published>2004-09-14T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:21:11.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blond bitch says it allEverybody's talking all this stuff about me, why don't they just let me live?I don't need permission, make my own decisions, that's my prerogative!It's my prerogative.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109517887135774550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109517887135774550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109517887135774550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109517887135774550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/blond-bitch-says-it-all-everybodys.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109512179999065552</id><published>2004-09-13T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:29:59.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more time: ENTOURAGE!Fazia tempo que não assistia uma série tão machista e despretensiosa ao mesmo tempo. Paradoxal, mas tão verdadeira. Já vi toda a primeira temporada, em seus oito episódios, e recomendo o download. Muito gostosa de assistir, e descompromissada. O Eric da série é exatamente o Erick que escreve. Entourage, Entourage, Entourage.Can't wait for second season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109512179999065552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109512179999065552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109512179999065552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109512179999065552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/one-more-time-entourage-fazia-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109479488452189765</id><published>2004-09-10T02:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T02:41:24.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Robbie WilliamsAdormece e sempre volta...novo layout soon, com o Robster, the one and only sexiest man alive.E dessa vez, meu cabelo vai também.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109479488452189765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109479488452189765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109479488452189765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109479488452189765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/robbie-williams-adormece-e-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109476017487214858</id><published>2004-09-09T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:02:54.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tá legal, eu sei, mas é tão bom...CHEWING GUMAnnieHey Annie, girl, look at you.Is that a new boy stuck on your shoe?Come on, Annie, how is it so?You've always got a new bubble to blow.I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna get done, I'm just a girl that's only chewing for funYou spit it out when the flavor has gone, wrapping around your fingers like you're playing with gumOh no, oh no, you've got it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109476017487214858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109476017487214858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109476017487214858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109476017487214858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/to-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109470063518952503</id><published>2004-09-09T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:30:35.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool PeopleHahahaha...foi-se telefone.Here it comes again...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109470063518952503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109470063518952503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109470063518952503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109470063518952503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/cool-people-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109460599040240476</id><published>2004-09-07T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:28:21.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FeriadãoAinda sinto um vazio aqui dentro. Sem cair para o lado sertanejo, sinto falta, sinto saudade e sinto tristeza. Sem contar revolta. Mas esses sentimentos logo se vão. O feriado que deveria lembrar Brasil foi bem estrangeiro. NADA de pátria ou qualquer outra falsidade. Minha realidade floresceu lindamente.Não fiquei sozinho em quase nenhum momento, o que ajuda muito nessa fase de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109460599040240476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109460599040240476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109460599040240476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109460599040240476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/feriadstica-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109449030788935341</id><published>2004-09-06T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:56:23.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet me in the morning, then you'll wake upNão vou negar a saudade latente de uma pessoa que veio e se foi tão rápido. Mas não posso parar de viver, certo? O estágio agora mudou de horário, pego de 7 até as 13. Depois disso, universidade. E depois disso, um restinho de noite que me deixa ver um filme, sair com meus amigos e só esquecer do que não devo lembrar.Hora de ler, ouvir e meditar sobre as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109449030788935341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109449030788935341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109449030788935341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109449030788935341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/meet-me-in-morning-then-youll-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109410348719348256</id><published>2004-09-02T02:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T02:38:07.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A verdade está lá fora...Pentágono, 11/09. (Flash, 2.97MB)Mais sobre o mesmo, com fotos explicativas.Posted by Elias (Moonwalkurr™) @ DenDen Forums.Drunken.Virgin também é extremista.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109410348719348256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109410348719348256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109410348719348256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109410348719348256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/09/verdade-est-extremista.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109398698018050384</id><published>2004-08-31T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:16:20.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First impressions can be wrong, so let me clear what's going onPois é, foi. E foi mesmo, e não será mais.Foi divertido, diferente, engraçado, revelador e gostoso. Mas, infelizmente, as circunstâncias e as impressões renovadas não ajudam no processo.Foi bom enquanto durou.Ainda sinto seu cheiro.*sigh*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109398698018050384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109398698018050384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109398698018050384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109398698018050384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-impressions-can-be-wrong-so-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109392707930628663</id><published>2004-08-31T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T01:37:59.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CD-R, for sureEssa eu preciso que você ouça, que você saiba e que você pense. Você vai ter.BEND &amp; BREAKKeaneWhen you, when you forget your nameWhen old faces all look the sameMeet me in the morning when you wake up, meet me in the morning then you'll wake up If only I don't bend and break, I'll meet you on the other side, I'll meet you in the lightIf only I don't suffocate, I'll meet you in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109392707930628663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109392707930628663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109392707930628663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109392707930628663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/cd-r-for-sure-essa-eu-preciso-que-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109388544670728060</id><published>2004-08-30T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:04:06.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now what?!Preciso perder meu poder de previsão das coisas. Keane se tornou tão poderoso, todas aspessoas mudam e eu não me sinto mais o mesmo.Sensação de impotência, de perda, de nostalgia, e sobre coisas nem aconteceram. Eu quero que aconteçam, não quero lembrar de um tempo que não passou. É a pior lembrança. Odeio tudo isso, e me odeio por deixar acontecer. Mais uma vez, eu contra o tempo, mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109388544670728060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109388544670728060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109388544670728060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109388544670728060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/now-what-preciso-perder-meu-poder-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109383815606248972</id><published>2004-08-30T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T00:55:56.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate myself for this, but...PIECES OF MEAshlee SimpsonOn a Monday I am waiting, tuesday I am fading and by wednesday I can't sleepThen the phone rings, I hear you and the darkness is a clear view 'cos you've come to rescue meFall, with you, I fall so fast I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lastsIt seems like I can finally rest my head on something real, I like the way that feelsIt's as if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109383815606248972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109383815606248972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109383815606248972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109383815606248972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hate-myself-for-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109383427765676786</id><published>2004-08-29T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:51:17.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really, no matter what I do...Fuck! As coisas têm que ser desse jeito mesmo? Tipo, quando eu encontro a pessoa certa, tem que ser na hora errada?! Que merda. Ah, tô puto, e triste.Não vou ter nem a oportunidade de conhecer, especular ou me torturar. Nem ciúmes eu vou poder ter. Que espécie de vida é essa?Droga.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109383427765676786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109383427765676786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109383427765676786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109383427765676786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/really-no-matter-what-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109368487074104434</id><published>2004-08-28T06:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T06:22:22.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michelle BranchI used to get away so much, now I can't get awayI even thought that it was simple to say the things I wanted to sayAnd you told me everything I wanted to hearAnd you saw me, now I don't know how I should feelI should know me and, baby, you'd think I'd know betterI'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to beAnd waiting is all that I can do, until you find your way back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109368487074104434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109368487074104434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109368487074104434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109368487074104434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/michelle-branch-i-used-to-get-away-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109365522888323690</id><published>2004-08-27T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:07:10.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I go, there's something I must sayChega de procurar pessoas. Não adianta, não quero, não posso, não devo e não encontro. É hora de esperar, por mais doído que seja. Não vou mais esconder ou omitir minhas pequenas particularidades, muito menos evitar situações que possam me transparecer valores.I am extraordinary, if you ever get to know me.I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109365522888323690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109365522888323690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109365522888323690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109365522888323690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/before-i-go-theres-something-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109354727012653808</id><published>2004-08-26T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:16:22.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keane, Keane, KeaneEVERYBODY'S CHANGINGKeaneYou say you wander your own land, but when I think about it, I don't see how you can.You're aching, you're breaking, and I can see the pain in your eyes.Says everybody's changing, and I don't know why.So little time, try to understand that I'm trying to make a move just to stay in the game.I try to stay awake and remember my name, but everybody's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109354727012653808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109354727012653808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109354727012653808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109354727012653808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/keane-keane-keane-everybodys-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109349285211837169</id><published>2004-08-26T01:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:00:52.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CoraçãoA gente não escolhe por quem se interessa, nem quem se interessa pela gente. É uma grande ironia, sempre uma grande ironia. Estar preso sem estar preso e, estar solto sem estar solto. É injusto, é inteligente, e ensina. Não quero passar por esse tipo de coisa, não gosto do que faço e me sinto culpado. Queria que essas coisas fossem mais fáceis, menos impossíveis e mais tolerantes. Eu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109349285211837169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109349285211837169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109349285211837169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109349285211837169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/corao-me-negue-jamais-esse-prazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109340875686350054</id><published>2004-08-25T01:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T12:55:53.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CollateralExcelente.A melhor atuação de Tom Cruise, em um filme que mistura o tom clássico e indescritível de Sophia Copolla, com tons violentos e frios de Tarantino. Trilha sonora impecável (Audioslave, Paul Oakenfold), e caracterização infalível. Nada melhor em um filme onde as pessoas só cumprem suas funções no mundo, e ainda encontram tempo para Jazz. Cinismo puro, em seu ápice.Totalmente </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109340875686350054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109340875686350054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109340875686350054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109340875686350054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/collateral-excelente.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109302763446052014</id><published>2004-08-20T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:47:14.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No matter what I doNão quero manter uma sequência de posts tristes. O propósito desse blog não é esse. Mas o que fazer?Queria conseguir parar de idealizar uma pessoa ideal pra mim, mas é impossível. Quando não sabemos o gosto daquele bolo irresistível, idealizamos com o conhecimento que já temos sobre sabores e exercemos uma criatividade imensa. Quando colocamos um pedaço dele na boca, tudo muda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109302763446052014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109302763446052014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109302763446052014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109302763446052014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-matter-what-i-do-n-hora-de-feel-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109288979328469088</id><published>2004-08-19T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T01:29:53.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta go and find another directionTô sentindo muita saudade de um tempo que não volta mais: o tempo que eu tinha alguém que me dava colo. Sou criança, preciso ser tratado como tal. Só tive colo uma vez, e não foram durante sete meses, nem durante minha infância, foi durante o erro mais acertado da minha vida, a semana de ouro, o começo de 2003. Acabou, deixei assim, não me arrependo, mas tenho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109288979328469088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109288979328469088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109288979328469088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109288979328469088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-gotta-go-and-find-another-direction.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109280101199354699</id><published>2004-08-18T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:50:11.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More, more, MORE!Tudo bem, você pensou que era pra você, mas não era. Era pra mim mesmo. O que aconteceu com a gente não é o tipo de coisa que eu abriria aqui tão facilmente, nem tão claramente. Esse tipo de coisa eu reservo, reservo muito.Não vou mentir, nem omitir, que tô atraído e interessado. Mesmo que sejamos de épocas diferentes, consequentemente realidades diferentes, ainda gostaria de me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109280101199354699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109280101199354699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109280101199354699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109280101199354699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/more-more-more-tudo-bem-voc-pequena.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109271750913902568</id><published>2004-08-17T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T01:38:29.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje é dia...Como eu mencionei anteriormente, a bola está em jogo. Você me disse que não gosta de jogos, mas é a única forma que posso expressar minhas expectativas nessa empreitada. A gente ainda não se entendeu, a gente ainda não se conhece, a gente ainda não se gosta. Mesmo assim, sinto uma necessidade de estar com você que não consigo explicar. Não consigo evitar.Agora você já sabe, só posso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109271750913902568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109271750913902568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109271750913902568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109271750913902568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/hoje-o-faz-sentido-mas-kylie-minogue.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109271263640982078</id><published>2004-08-17T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T00:17:16.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E o jogo começaComo sempre, eu dou aquele saque perfeito. Vamos ver como vai ser a recepção e se meu bloqueio é efetivo...adoro Volleyball.Silly writers...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109271263640982078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109271263640982078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109271263640982078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109271263640982078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/e-o-jogo-come-efetivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109262189324999674</id><published>2004-08-15T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:05:15.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ConfusãoTá, deixa eu tentar organizar.Era uma vez um Dálmata muito bonito e vistoso, dotado de uma inteligência imensurável e uma modéstia inigualável. Mesmo que com todas aquelas manchas negras, o Dálmata não se deixava prender por sua raça ou porte, e se relacionava com todos os tipos e escalas de cadelas. Depois de uma grande decepção com uma cadela encontrada num canil condenável, esse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109262189324999674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109262189324999674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109262189324999674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109262189324999674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/confus.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109236653074490744</id><published>2004-08-13T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T00:11:12.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wicked GameOdeio estar apaixonado, odeio depender, odeio ter que não me deixar levar. Dizem que temos que sofrer para aprender... e dá-lhe aprendizado. E só penso em fazer besteira, ao som de Chris Isaak.Que droga!WICKED GAMEChris IsaakThe world was on fire, no one could save me but you.Strange what desire will make foolish people doI never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like youAnd I never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109236653074490744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109236653074490744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109236653074490744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109236653074490744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/wicked-game-odeio-estar-apaixonado.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109224499045026559</id><published>2004-08-11T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T14:23:10.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How long can I continue to suffer in silence?Começando com uma frase de Emma Bunton, nem posso me defender insensivelmente mais tarde: esse post é Luânnico.Quando a gente gosta de alguém, a gente demonstra, e todos podem ver facilmente. Essa é a grande roubada de todo o processo. Não aprendi a esconder ainda, e também não consigo enxergar outros seres, mesmo que sejam italianas, inglesas ou mesmo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109224499045026559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109224499045026559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109224499045026559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109224499045026559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-long-can-i-continue-to-suffer-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109215793447023322</id><published>2004-08-10T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T14:13:56.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Break-up sex v.2*on the phone*Kristen: You're taking your first date out with the guys? Okay, I guess you don't want this to work out either.Eric: Why do you care? You broke-up with me, right?Kristen: Yeah, well, in case you're forgotten, we just had sex!Eric: Yeah, well, but you said it was "break-up" sex. I mean, what do you want from me? Do you want me to just keep chasing you around?Kristen: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109215793447023322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109215793447023322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109215793447023322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109215793447023322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/break-up-sex-v.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109196511488978287</id><published>2004-08-08T08:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T08:38:34.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orkut?Recebo invites dessa febre ridícula há algum tempo, e sempre ignorei. Agora, minha sweet flower Carol mandou mais um invite, e decidi registrar essa porcaria: Sinceramente, depois de alguns cliques, não consegui perceber a graça de tal veículo.Self-promotion? Claro.Como eu não preciso desse lixo cibernético e me contento com esse meu diário/bloco de anotações online (que seguramente ninguém</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109196511488978287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109196511488978287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109196511488978287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109196511488978287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/orkut-recebo-invites-dessa-febre-rido.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109192671981660977</id><published>2004-08-07T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T21:58:39.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só pra passar o tempo e atualizar isso daquiFive Shitty Movies That Everyone Lovesby Maddox</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109192671981660977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109192671981660977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109192671981660977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109192671981660977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/s-pra-passar-o-tempo-e-atualizar-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109161687227293706</id><published>2004-08-04T07:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T07:55:36.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Break-up sexEntourage é realmente muito legal. Terceiro episódio e já se tem um diálogo memorável!*after all the sex*Eric: So now what? Wanna go dinner tomorrow night, talk about all this?Kristen: Eric, you're really not getting  this concept. This was break-up sex, for real.Eric: So what? You just  had sex with me, like as a goodbye?Kristen: Yeah, it was great.Eric: I feel dirty.Kristen: Take a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109161687227293706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109161687227293706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109161687227293706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109161687227293706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/break-up-sex-entourage-vel-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109145435924125602</id><published>2004-08-02T10:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T10:45:59.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE VILLAGEAssisti.Como sempre, Shyamalan nos presenteia com uma crítica. Dessa vez, como eu já suspeitava e havia gritado aos quatro ventos, o ataque deiixou de ser familiar e passou a ser social. Esplêndido.Audio perfeito, fotografia perfeita e atores muito bem escolhidos. É a magia de cinema comercial com a essência do cultpop, que só Shyamalan e outros poucos reproduzem na telona nos dias de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109145435924125602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109145435924125602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109145435924125602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109145435924125602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/08/village-assisti.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109125620930833538</id><published>2004-07-31T03:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T03:58:34.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Thank you, your honor. With God's help I'll conquer this terrible afflictionEssa frase vem de Trainspotting (Reino Unido, 1996), um dos clássicos que ainda não está na minha coleção, mas logo chega lá. Sai da boca do memorável Renton, interpretado pelo meu favorito Ewan McGregor.Sabe quando você se coloca numa daquelas situações que você sabe que não vai se sair bem? Sabe quando o nervosismo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109125620930833538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109125620930833538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109125620930833538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109125620930833538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/thank-you-your-honor.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109114305228237079</id><published>2004-07-29T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T03:46:28.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shyamalan mereceNovo visual, por causa da estréia de amanhã nos EUA:THE VILLAGEOutros títulos que passaram pelas minhas mãos e olhos há poucos dias...ThirteenPequeno, simples e fiel. Thirteen  é emocionante, revoltante e bonito. Comentar cenas ou comentar passagens não é muito recomendado. Os pontos de vista variam de acordo com a sua experiência pessoal. Sendo assim, só posso dizer que Holly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109114305228237079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109114305228237079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109114305228237079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109114305228237079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/shyamalan-merece-novo-visual-por-causa.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109099080001644199</id><published>2004-07-28T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T03:05:15.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Razões para não gostar de cinema brasileiro1. Walter Salles;2. 30 segundos de patrocinadores;3. Introduções com fundo musical daquele artista parente do produtor;4. Roupas listradas;5. Palavrões nada naturais;6. Audio;7. Estrangeiros;8. Sotaques mal reproduzidos;9. Atores da Globo;10. Paulo Coelho.Todo filme nacional começa com os patrocinadores. Parece até um programa eleitoral. Todo mundo já </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109099080001644199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109099080001644199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109099080001644199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109099080001644199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/razdio.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109097991930193697</id><published>2004-07-27T22:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:39:09.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ClosureWhy the hell do I still feel the need to have closure in every single fucking thing I'm into?Sometimes I just wanna shoot myself.KISSING THE LIPLESSThe ShinsCalled to see if your back Was still aligned and your sheetsWere growing grass all on the corners of your bedBut you've got too much to wear on your sleevesIt has too much to do with meAnd secretly I want to bury it in the yardthe grey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109097991930193697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109097991930193697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109097991930193697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109097991930193697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/closure-why-hell-do-i-still-feel-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109091528926717610</id><published>2004-07-27T05:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T05:01:29.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like thatNão vou negar: passei a noite pensando em uma coisa só. Especulem como quiserem, mas não vou dizer o que é. Mas passei a noite pensando e imaginando como seria. Pode ser que sim, pode ser que não. O tempo vai me dizer, ou a sorte, ou as instruções e cartas que eu ceder (se bem que nunca fui um bom crupiê). Vamos esperar e ver. Aliás, já estou esperando, esperando para ver </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109091528926717610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109091528926717610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109091528926717610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109091528926717610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/like-that-no-de-ser-considerada-pior.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109085940240544903</id><published>2004-07-26T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T04:06:28.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EntourageSérie da HBO é sempre bom investimento. Dessa vez, tô curtindo Entourage. Divertida, despojada e esteticamente agradável, a série tem apenas dois episódios de vida.A série é  sobre quatro amigos, sendo que um deles é um ator em ascenção, o segundo é o melhor amigo dele (que se chama Eric), o terceiro é irmão do ator (Kevin Dillon) e o último é aquele primo de origens meio negras-latinas,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109085940240544903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109085940240544903' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109085940240544903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109085940240544903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/entourage-s-bem-controladora-segura-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109074036960147945</id><published>2004-07-25T04:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T04:26:09.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luigi Baricelli não tem muitas roupas...Lembram de todos os encontros com artistas em Janeiro? Pois bem, acabei de descobrir que Luigi Baricelli tem poucas camisas.Caps abaixo do filme A Cartomante...Da próxima vez, em vez de bombons de cupuaçú, uma camiseta nova.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109074036960147945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109074036960147945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109074036960147945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109074036960147945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/luigi-baricelli-n-uma-camiseta-nova.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109071207966154396</id><published>2004-07-24T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T20:37:18.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love ActuallyAssisti, adorei.Com exceção do uso indevido e devido de Rodrigo Santoro (entendam mais tarde), e de uma tentativa frustrada de multiculturalismo, o filme é muito bonitinho e bem feito. Todos aqueles europeus na tela, misturados com americanos e latino, tentando (e só tentando mesmo) com maestria pronunciar as palavras the british way é sensacional.Inevitável não se identificar com as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109071207966154396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109071207966154396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109071207966154396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109071207966154396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-actually-assisti-adorei.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109062181273979038</id><published>2004-07-23T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:30:12.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você só quer colocar suas mãos em um pedacinho meuVocê se acha muito esperta, não é? Mais um vez, pessoas que se acham, mas não são. Tenho pena de você e das pessoas que estão perto de você. Você pode tentar, e pelo visto vai continuar tentando, mas não vai conseguir. Os tempos são outros, e as pessoas mudam. Vai ter que aprender a me engolir. Agora eu sou melhor, estou melhor e vamos ver quem é </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109062181273979038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109062181273979038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109062181273979038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109062181273979038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/voc-o-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526726.post-109048938769617121</id><published>2004-07-22T06:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T06:43:07.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu e minha maneira absurda de lidar com as coisasDificilmente alguém me entende. Dentre aqueles que não entendem minhas atitudes, sou o primeiro da fila. Tenho reações estranhas às coisas que assustam ou afligem as pessoas. Em momento algu, tive medo da minha cirurgia. Em momento algum, senti pena de crianças que passam fome. Em momento algum, senti pena de Leandro ou qualquer um que receba a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/feeds/109048938769617121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5526726&amp;postID=109048938769617121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109048938769617121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5526726/posts/default/109048938769617121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenvirgin.blogspot.com/2004/07/eu-e-minha-maneira-absurda-de-lidar.html' title=''/><author><name>Drunken.Virgin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17397570286244148584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img451.imageshack.us/img451/6968/dv24eq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
