<?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-8545217</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:16:16.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>empleada del mes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>413</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3275270463474213659</id><published>2010-07-12T23:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:32:13.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siempre elijo lo complicado. Supongo que me gusta más.Pero no siempre donde uno pone el ojo puede poner la bala certeramente.Y qué hago con todo esto...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3275270463474213659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3275270463474213659' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3275270463474213659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3275270463474213659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/07/siempre-elijo-lo-complicado.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-4258414786554325816</id><published>2010-06-16T19:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:25:36.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"No te das una idea el cariño enorme que te tengo, ojala en breve te lo  pueda expresar en un abrazo."- parte del mensaje que inspiró el post anterior -No, a veces no nos damos idea de algunas cosas hasta que nos golpean tan primorosamente en la cara.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/4258414786554325816/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=4258414786554325816' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/4258414786554325816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/4258414786554325816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-te-das-una-idea-el-carino-enorme-que.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3374344563250256344</id><published>2010-06-16T14:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:51:33.647-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La alegría a veces tiene forma de mensaje vía facebook.Porque en ese formato, una persona que apreciás mucho, a pesar de que la vida hizo que se cuzara fugazmente en tu camino, te dice que también te aprecia mucho. Una persona que es buena gente, que te hace ver todo un poco menos negro, que te hace pensar que la buena gente puede opacar a la mala gente en este mundo cada vez más egoísta y menos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3374344563250256344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3374344563250256344' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3374344563250256344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3374344563250256344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-alegria-veces-tiene-forma-de-mensaje.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-2528213106044446099</id><published>2010-05-18T22:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:05:32.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I write about things that don't necessarily have an explanation, so don't ask.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/2528213106044446099/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=2528213106044446099' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/2528213106044446099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/2528213106044446099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-write-about-things-that-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-4305016408609523733</id><published>2010-04-25T15:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:01:23.715-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t feel like dancing…</title><summary type='text'>Son esos días en que AJ!Te da asco ser vos. Estás todo el día sin hacer nada, no porque no tengas nada que hacer, sino porque la apatía vence a la responsabilidad.Mirás fotos de chicas que se ponen cualquier cosa y les queda excelentemente bien, y mirás para abajo y vos estás toda despeinada y con un "salto de cama" que te da vergüenza hasta tener.Y pensás en todo lo que todavía no hiciste, todo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/4305016408609523733/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=4305016408609523733' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/4305016408609523733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/4305016408609523733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-feel-like-dancing.html' title='I don’t feel like dancing…'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-6094631203407684597</id><published>2010-03-08T10:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:30:42.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What women want</title><summary type='text'>Las mujeres soñamos, sí, pero también hacemos planes.Terminamos el secundario y queremos estudiar una carrera, porque ya no queremos ser amas de casa. Ya no queremos encontrar un marido que nos mantenga. Queremos encontrar una pareja que nos acompañe, que nos apoye.Queremos cumplir proyectos, queremos afrontar desafíos en el trabajo. Y no se trata de igualarnos a los hombres, porque sabemos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/6094631203407684597/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=6094631203407684597' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6094631203407684597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6094631203407684597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-women-want.html' title='What women want'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7724246998715372037</id><published>2010-02-18T09:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:47:49.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>it always comes down to the same</title><summary type='text'>Hay dos formas de ver a los hombres: como personas, y como hombres. Yo tengo una disociación muy fuerte.Puedo ver un pibe, y decir, es una gran persona, pero como hombre no me atrae. O, por el contrario, decir me encanta como hombre, pero como persona es una mierda. O, que sea una buena persona, pero como hombre deje mucho que desear. Esto parece similar a la primera afirmación, pero no lo es. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7724246998715372037/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7724246998715372037' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7724246998715372037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7724246998715372037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-always-comes-down-to-same.html' title='it always comes down to the same'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3150167539416705479</id><published>2009-08-22T00:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:28:39.412-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por un lado no puedo creer todo lo que viví hasta ahora, por otro lado no puedo creer todo lo que me falta vivir.Por un lado no sé qué hice en todo este tiempo,por otro lado estoy contenta con lo que he hecho en este tiempo.Y todavía me faltan unos meses para cumplir mi primer cuarto de siglo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3150167539416705479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3150167539416705479' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3150167539416705479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3150167539416705479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-un-lado-no-puedo-creer-todo-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7848931622195797398</id><published>2009-07-17T00:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:14:50.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Los botones con los que "manejo" mis pensamientos, funcionan igual que los botones de mi equipo de música.Cuando quiero apretar STOP, sale PAUSA. Cuando quiero poner PAUSA, se da PLAY.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7848931622195797398/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7848931622195797398' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7848931622195797398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7848931622195797398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/07/los-botones-con-los-que-manejo-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-5699081570137440052</id><published>2009-07-11T23:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:43:34.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Con lo que odio a Ivan Noble...</title><summary type='text'>Y así quedamos, fulanos de nadie...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/5699081570137440052/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=5699081570137440052' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5699081570137440052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5699081570137440052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/07/con-lo-que-odio-ivan-noble.html' title='Con lo que odio a Ivan Noble...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-5171933108311202149</id><published>2009-06-07T18:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:45:30.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just glad I never lied.And I'm glad I make people laugh.And I'm glad that I take care of myself.I'm glad I live my life, the way I have to live it.You know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/5171933108311202149/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=5171933108311202149' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5171933108311202149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5171933108311202149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-just-glad-i-never-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-660816933456554643</id><published>2009-06-03T12:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:14:30.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siempre soy la que se preocupa por qué quiere el otro, qué siente el otro, qué necesita el otro.Y por una vez, sería bueno que alguien se preocupara por lo que yo necesito.Sería bueno que me necesites.Que estemos los dos, en esa foto, sonriendo, porque estamos contentos.Pero no. No foto.No foto, no tatuaje, y contando...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/660816933456554643/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=660816933456554643' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/660816933456554643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/660816933456554643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/06/siempre-soy-la-que-se-preocupa-por-que.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-6836727979485496509</id><published>2009-06-02T21:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:32:12.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Otoño</title><summary type='text'>Frío. Entre todas las palabras, hoy, frío.Mi resfrío, tus ganas. Su desgano.El que habla, él que no habla, lo que no se dice.Otoño. Los mates para los que no sé si encuentro un lugar, lo que veo tan lejano.Y lo que tengo cerca, tan lejos. Yo te quiero cerca. Acá, al lado mío.Pero vos vas, venís. Y hace frío.Yo espero. Él dice que yo tengo que querer, querer hacer. No tener que.Y yo que quiero, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/6836727979485496509/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=6836727979485496509' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6836727979485496509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6836727979485496509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/06/otono.html' title='Otoño'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1817113454113632015</id><published>2009-05-26T00:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:53:00.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><summary type='text'>She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,that's where I,caught her eye.She told me that her Dad was loaded,I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."She said "Fine."and in thirty seconds time she said,I want to live like common people,I want to do whatever common people do,I want to sleep with common people,I want to sleep with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1817113454113632015/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1817113454113632015' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1817113454113632015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1817113454113632015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7244908421029515434</id><published>2009-05-17T17:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:25:18.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>la chica del no tatuaje</title><summary type='text'>Qué hacer, cómo hacer. Qué decir, cómo decir. Qué pensar, cómo pensar. Qué sentir, cómo sentir.Excusas. Palabras. Intuición. Se mezcla, todo se mezcla. Hay que esperar... ¿esperar qué? ¿para qué?La esperanza no es tiempo perdido.¿O sí?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7244908421029515434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7244908421029515434' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7244908421029515434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7244908421029515434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-chica-del-no-tatuaje.html' title='la chica del no tatuaje'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-6772444263561727723</id><published>2009-05-10T14:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:27:11.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayuela - Capítulo 9</title><summary type='text'>Por la rue de Varennes entraron en la rue Vaneau. Lloviznaba, y la Maga se colgó todavía más del brazo de Oliveira, se apretó contra su impermeable que olía a sopa fría. Etienne y Perico discutían una posible explicación del mundo por la pintura y la palabra. Aburrido, Oliveira pasó el brazo por la cintura de la Maga. También eso podía ser una explicación, un brazo apretando una cintura fina y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/6772444263561727723/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=6772444263561727723' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6772444263561727723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6772444263561727723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/05/rayuela-capitulo-9.html' title='Rayuela - Capítulo 9'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3686164446051143321</id><published>2009-05-04T00:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:24:44.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>G</title><summary type='text'>Él me pregunta por qué me molesta el amor, y yo pienso "mierda que me sacan rápido la ficha a mí". Y me quedo pensando, en por qué me molesta el amor. Y podría decirle, porque nunca termino de entenderlo, porque me duele, porque me falta, porque me sobra. Porque cada vez que vino se fue, porque a veces estuvo sin estar, porque a veces estuvo en otro lado. Me molesta el amor porque me cuesta, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3686164446051143321/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3686164446051143321' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3686164446051143321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3686164446051143321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-me-pregunta-por-que-me-molesta-el.html' title='G'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-8831284314636123982</id><published>2009-05-01T20:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:39:36.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"La vida es una caja de chocolates", le dijo la mamá a Forrest: "nunca sabés lo que te va a tocar".Y es así, no más. La rutina es rutina pero no. Porque a cada rato, a cada paso, puede pasar eso tan inesperado que no sabés si es lo que querías, lo que buscabas, lo que necesitabas, o lo que no. Pero lo que en ese momento es, está. Es así.No hay mejor momento que el que te toma por sorpresa, el que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/8831284314636123982/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=8831284314636123982' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/8831284314636123982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/8831284314636123982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vida-es-una-caja-de-chocolates-le.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7954051670874378285</id><published>2009-02-02T18:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:51:41.413-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder, quite often</title><summary type='text'>whywhenwhywhowhywherewhywhywhywhyWHY???!?!?!?!?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7954051670874378285/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7954051670874378285' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7954051670874378285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7954051670874378285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wonder-quite-often.html' title='I wonder, quite often'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-4168806378936886666</id><published>2009-01-17T23:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:59:48.802-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><summary type='text'>El año pasado fue bastante excelente.En enero me subí a varios aviones y cumplí más de un sueño. Y crecí.Cumplí otro sueño. Conocí gente que vale la pena y cuya compañía me alegró muchos momentos y me ayudó y me hizo muy bien.Conocí más gente, de la que vale la pena y de la que no o quizás sí pero no en mi vida.Conocí más a gente que ya conocía, y compartí muy buenos momentos.Me di cuenta de que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/4168806378936886666/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=4168806378936886666' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/4168806378936886666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/4168806378936886666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-see_17.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-8336017338910140009</id><published>2007-08-08T13:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:25:25.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>394</title><summary type='text'>Te juro que por más que quiera, ya no me sale escribir acá.No sabés el sueño que tuve esta madrugada entrando a Puerto Madero. Terrible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/8336017338910140009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/8336017338910140009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/08/394.html' title='394'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-5602737642121247275</id><published>2007-07-16T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:50:38.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me fui porque no quería estar más.Acá.Anduve dando vueltas por ahí, pero tampoco.Entonces vuelvo.Porque en realidad, el lugar al que quería ir, el lugar que estoy buscando, el lugar que necesito, todavía no lo encontré.Obviamente, no está acá.Pero buen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5602737642121247275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5602737642121247275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-fui-porque-no-quera-estar-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-5253593530328471284</id><published>2007-04-26T22:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:44:51.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi mamá le está diciendo -en este preciso instante- a mi gato que debería ir a Cormillot.Sic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/5253593530328471284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=5253593530328471284' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5253593530328471284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5253593530328471284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/04/mi-mam-le-est-diciendo-en-este-preciso.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-5546989046701776067</id><published>2007-04-23T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:55:24.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>... super extra sensitive ...</title><summary type='text'>Oh oh oh oh oh ohYou don't have to go, oh oh oh ohYou don't have to go, oh oh oh ohYou don't have to goI I I I I IAll those tears I cry, I I I IAll those tears I cry, oh oh, I IBaby, please don't goWhen I read the letter you wrote meit made me mad mad madWhen I read the words that it told meIt made me sad sad sadBut I still love you soI can't let you goI love youOoh baby I love youOh oh oh oh oh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/5546989046701776067/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=5546989046701776067' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5546989046701776067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5546989046701776067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/04/super-extra-sensitive.html' title='... super extra sensitive ...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1762810757036936360</id><published>2007-04-13T09:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:43:05.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No importa lo que existió hace pocos años, los días felices se quebraron, pero así es la vida...</title><summary type='text'>Ayer, Quilmes Rock. Por cuestiones laborales y pseudo-piqueteras llegamos cuando Las Pelotas empezaban a tocar. Aaaah qué bien sonó, muchas canciones del último disco y ciertos clásicos, lástima que prácticamente les arrancaron los instrumentos para que salgan del escenario, y faltaron tantos temas... pero subió Gillespie en Hawai, y Gillespie es lo más.Después tocó Catupecu Machu, acá no voy a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1762810757036936360/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1762810757036936360' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1762810757036936360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1762810757036936360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-importa-lo-que-existi-hace-pocos-aos.html' title='No importa lo que existió hace pocos años, los días felices se quebraron, pero así es la vida...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.tinypic.com/43zaf10_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7307905846468820895</id><published>2007-04-06T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:49:47.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi argumento fue: "el domingo voy a recibir otros y me voy a empachar, entendés? vos podés evitar que tanto chocolate junto me haga mal" y así convencí a madre de que me entregue mi huevo de pascua, que resultó ser un conejo. Me encanta que sean conejos.De todas maneras el problema después va a ser que yo tengo un huevo (conejo) menos que el resto (mis hermanos) y ellos no los comen tan rápido </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7307905846468820895/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7307905846468820895' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7307905846468820895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7307905846468820895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/04/mi-argumento-fue-el-domingo-voy-recibir.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.tinypic.com/4hl6qtv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3553507901948406185</id><published>2007-04-03T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T00:54:21.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cuando puedas después te hacés un enema...</title><summary type='text'>Ahí nomás agarré y te pregunté a vos cómo te andabas, bien, me dijiste y despues yo te pedí que vinieras a comer un cacho de pizza conmigo, pizza conmigo si querés de fugazzeta, si querés de muzzarela la que vos quieras, porque yo no me cago cuando pido,pido pizza, yo pido cualquier pizza.[  M i   v i d a   p a r e c e   u n   g u i ó n   d e   C h a   C h a   C h a   ]Arriba las palma' o te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3553507901948406185/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3553507901948406185' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3553507901948406185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3553507901948406185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/04/si-cuando-puedas-despus-te-hacs-un.html' title='Si cuando puedas después te hacés un enema...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1382109815034923689</id><published>2007-03-28T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:21:12.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que mata es la costumbre</title><summary type='text'>Quiero conocerte más para encontrar algo en vos que no me guste, o aún mejor, que me desilusione... así va a ser menos difícil cuando me digas que en realidad no querés nada conmigo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1382109815034923689/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1382109815034923689' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1382109815034923689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1382109815034923689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/lo-que-mata-es-la-costumbre.html' title='Lo que mata es la costumbre'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1886116529777785679</id><published>2007-03-28T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:27:00.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La verdad de la milanesa (?)</title><summary type='text'>Como mucha gente llega a este blog googleando "Diego Angeli", y recientemente he recibido un mail preguntando dónde anda locutando Diego ahora que Spika pasó a ser "Radio Uno" (flashback), dejo la siguiente imagen.  Haciendo click en la misma, descubren en qué radio sale al aire el programa. =)... esa pancita!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1886116529777785679/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1886116529777785679' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1886116529777785679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1886116529777785679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-verdad-de-la-milanesa.html' title='La verdad de la milanesa (?)'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/4gyrdpj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7766415206702287577</id><published>2007-03-20T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:50:53.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>regular(mente)</title><summary type='text'>1. Modo Indicativo1.1 Tiempos SimplesPresente: yo amoPretérito imperfecto: yo amabaPretérito perfecto simple o pretérito indefinido: yo améFuturo imperfecto: yo amaré1.2 Tiempos CompuestosPretérito perfecto compuesto: yo he amadoPretérito pluscuamperfecto: yo había amadoPretérito anterior: yo hube amadoFuturo perfecto: yo habré amado2. Modo subjuntivo2.1 Tiempos simplesPresente: yo amePretérito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7766415206702287577/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7766415206702287577' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7766415206702287577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7766415206702287577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/regularmente.html' title='regular(mente)'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3516265960341374394</id><published>2007-03-17T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T19:10:02.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>For the inner child</title><summary type='text'>Folklore, legends, myths and fairy tales have followed childhood through the ages, for every healthy youngster has a wholesome and instinctive love for stories fantastic, marvellous and manifestly unreal. The winged fairies of Grimm and Andersen have brought more happiness to childish hearts than all other human creations.Yet the old-time fairy tale, having served for generations, may now be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3516265960341374394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3516265960341374394' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3516265960341374394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3516265960341374394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-inner-child.html' title='For the inner child'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-8045778965291036142</id><published>2007-03-11T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:17:01.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have you just the way you are</title><summary type='text'>Yo le pregunto qué onda con su estado de alegría etílicay me responde: ¿viste La Naranja Mecánica?yo: leí el libroél: ¿viste la parte que lo atan y le muestran las imágenes violentas?yo: síél: bueno fue algo así, mis amigos me ataron y me hacían tomar y yo no queríayo: sí claroUna excusa original. I'll take it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/8045778965291036142/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=8045778965291036142' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/8045778965291036142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/8045778965291036142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-have-you-just-way-you-are.html' title='I&apos;ll have you just the way you are'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-7903316321523166413</id><published>2007-03-09T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:59:51.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>momentos</title><summary type='text'>La Nenita en la parada del colectivo me miró de arriba a abajo. La Nenita en la parada del colectivo tendría unos diez años y una remera blanca con una flor amarilla que combinaba con su saquito amarillo. La Nenita en la parada del colectivo tenía una pollera de jean con volados blancos y un cinturón de tela turquesa que le colgaba. La Nenita en la parada del colectivo tenía sandalias plateadas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/7903316321523166413/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=7903316321523166413' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7903316321523166413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/7903316321523166413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/momentos.html' title='momentos'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-2804199074351601435</id><published>2007-03-08T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:50:33.989-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En el día de la mujer mundial...</title><summary type='text'>Hoy viene un proveedor y me dice: ¡Feliz día!Y yo le digo: ¡Gracias, igualmente!(???????????)Te lo juro.¿quién escribirá la historia de lo que pudo haber sido?yo que soñaba despierto, ya no sueño dormido¿con quién estarás ahora? ¿quién te va a dar de comer?en el día mundial de la mujer...[...]¿cuánto falta para llegar a cualquiér lugar?ojalá te sientas solamente un poco malen el día de la mujer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/2804199074351601435/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=2804199074351601435' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/2804199074351601435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/2804199074351601435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-el-da-de-la-mujer-mundial.html' title='En el día de la mujer mundial...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1681295180362685918</id><published>2007-03-06T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:23:27.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Churu charu chura</title><summary type='text'>Y, en lugar de estos últimos posts tan pedorros, podría contarles todo lo que estoy cocinando, entre audiometría y laringoscopía, me anoto para hacer el CAE, la profe de alemán me dice que si no puedo ir los sábados que vaya los jueves y me da clase a mí sola y nos ahorramos media hora (?), mi pobre michu parece que la mordió un gato y tiene una súper infección horrible mal muy feo que no le pase</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1681295180362685918/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1681295180362685918' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1681295180362685918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1681295180362685918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/churu-charu-chura.html' title='Churu charu chura'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1465215921463437229</id><published>2007-03-05T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T02:18:32.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>* eess-pec-ta-cu-larrr espectacularrr *</title><summary type='text'>Pueden decir lo que quieran de Pettinato, de la Rolling Stone, etc.Pero la idea de esta producción fotográfica no podría ser más acertada.Fuente: http://www.rollingstonela.com/musica/musica_cs.asp?tema_id=156&amp;nota_id=887828</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1465215921463437229/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1465215921463437229' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1465215921463437229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1465215921463437229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/eess-pec-ta-cu-larrr-espectacularrr.html' title='* eess-pec-ta-cu-larrr espectacularrr *'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/2vuih6c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-6751119318396947313</id><published>2007-03-01T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:25:36.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;What Beatle are you?George HarrisonYou are wise beyond your years, caring. A listener, not a talker. Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/6751119318396947313/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=6751119318396947313' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6751119318396947313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/6751119318396947313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-beatle-are-you-george-harrison-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1113808272379424591</id><published>2007-02-26T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:51:53.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra-ain I don't mind Shi-ine the weather's fine</title><summary type='text'>Cuando llueve, amo escuchar esta canción. Te pone de buen humor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1113808272379424591/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1113808272379424591' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1113808272379424591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1113808272379424591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/ra-ain-i-dont-mind-shi-ine-weathers.html' title='Ra-ain I don&apos;t mind Shi-ine the weather&apos;s fine'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i16.tinypic.com/30nenhz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-5660612470820413553</id><published>2007-02-22T23:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:49:05.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>376</title><summary type='text'>Y de repente chateo con mi primito de 11 años y le pregunto si sabe qué va a estudiar cuando termine el colegio y de golpe pienso PAAARAAA HIJA DE PUTA TIENE ONCE AÑOS QUÉ CARAJO TIENE QUE ESTAR EL PIBE PENSANDO QUÉ VA A HACER CUANDO TERMINE y entonces él me dice que si le ofrecen "una oferta de trabajo de vendedor de algo", él no va a la facultad y entonces digo MEJOR BAJO UN CAMBIO Y TRAIGO LA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/5660612470820413553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=5660612470820413553' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5660612470820413553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/5660612470820413553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/376.html' title='376'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-1094646548593022798</id><published>2007-02-22T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:34:43.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos a celebrar la estupidez humana</title><summary type='text'>Nunca deja de sorprenderme cómo la gente pierde su autoridad moral y le importa un huevo. Y no es que yo sea much of a conservative, pero la gente ya no respeta ni los valores que elige. Y de cualquier persona me da igual, pero de la que me importa, me hace mal. Especialmente de mis amigos.Y a esta altura yo no tengo por qué bancarme ciertas cosas. Porque mi defecto es ser del tipo de persona que</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/1094646548593022798/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=1094646548593022798' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1094646548593022798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/1094646548593022798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/nunca-deja-de-sorprenderme-cmo-la-gente.html' title='Vamos a celebrar la estupidez humana'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-2525346636996944729</id><published>2007-02-20T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:36:37.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tengo que estudiar, pero me aburro. La mayoría de las cosas me aburren.Y lo que no me aburre, como leer, me da culpa porque debería estar estudiando.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/2525346636996944729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=2525346636996944729' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/2525346636996944729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/2525346636996944729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/tengo-que-estudiar-pero-me-aburro.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-3334419698425693710</id><published>2007-02-19T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:12:25.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tengo un problema</title><summary type='text'>Quiero un Silver Tabby... y mi mamá me dijo que si traigo otro gato a casa, me tengo que ir yo.No es negocio.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/3334419698425693710/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=3334419698425693710' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3334419698425693710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/3334419698425693710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/tengo-un-problema.html' title='Tengo un problema'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i5.tinypic.com/2akfeiu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-8702003040046943190</id><published>2007-02-13T22:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:47:28.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths representations of every day life</title><summary type='text'>And for those who are in love, I salute you.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/2ntaiiu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-117116335437302842</id><published>2007-02-11T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:09:14.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suddenly I realised I forgot what a good kiss feels like...dame otro beso de Jerezmañana te lo pagaré...tu risa me da risatu calor me da valordame otro beso de licorcuando tú me hablas...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/117116335437302842/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=117116335437302842' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117116335437302842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117116335437302842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/suddenly-i-realised-i-forgot-what-good.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-117106363244261876</id><published>2007-02-09T20:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:27:12.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una de dos</title><summary type='text'>Hoy día luna día penaHoy me levanto sin razónHoy me levanto y no quieroHoy día luna día penaHoy día luna día penaHoy me levanto sin razónHoy me levanto y no veoPor ahí cualquiera solución...Arriba la luna Ohea...Hoy día luna día penaHoy me levanto sin razónHoy me levanto y no quieroHoy día luna día muero...Arriba la luna Ohea...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/117106363244261876/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=117106363244261876' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117106363244261876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117106363244261876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/una-de-dos.html' title='Una de dos'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i18.tinypic.com/2r63cqt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-117070565956568304</id><published>2007-02-05T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:00:59.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida en el corazón, de la grande Babylon...</title><summary type='text'>Para los que, viviendo rodeados de cemento, creemos en la madre naturaleza, los paisajes patagónicos son religión. La inmensidad de una montaña, un valle, un bosque, un lago yuxtapuesta a un pececito que nada entre el agua verde, unas gaviotas, unos patitos, el fruto de un árbol o una simple rosa que tiene el color diez veces más nítido que en Buenos (¿buenos?) Aires. Una religión cuyo canto es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/117070565956568304/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=117070565956568304' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117070565956568304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117070565956568304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/perdida-en-el-corazn-de-la-grande.html' title='Perdida en el corazón, de la grande Babylon...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-117052367710591713</id><published>2007-02-03T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:29:48.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been traveling on a boat and a planeIn a car on a bike with a bus and a trainTraveling there, traveling hereEverywhere in every gearBut oh Lord we pay the priceWith the spin of the wheel with the roll of the diceAh yeah you pay your fareAnd if you don't know where you're goingAny road will take you thereAnd I've been traveling through the dirt and the grimeFrom the past to the future through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/117052367710591713/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=117052367710591713' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117052367710591713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/117052367710591713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-traveling-on-boat-and-plane.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116981861115881468</id><published>2007-01-26T10:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:36:51.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan impersonal, viciada de más...</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es viernes, siempre es viernes.Vámonos lejos de la ciudada un lugar donde todo es diferente. Cuando todos empezaron a planear sus vacaciones, yo pensé "si consigo un laburo mejor, no me importaría no tener vacaciones". Pero no encontré nada que valiera la pena.Una vez que ya planifiqué mi viaje y aseguré mi destino, empiezan a caer 2, 3, 4, 5 ofertas de laburo. Está bien que es temporada alta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116981861115881468/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116981861115881468' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116981861115881468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116981861115881468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/tan-impersonal-viciada-de-ms.html' title='Tan impersonal, viciada de más...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116965523789393259</id><published>2007-01-24T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:13:57.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando era chica (11 años, ponele) me regalaron un libro de Ana María Ramb que se llamaba "Azul Secreto". Era la historia de una chica que tenía una especie de diario intimo (azul, por eso el nombre) pero no muy convencional, por ejemplo: ella citaba a Bernard Shaw, dibujaba caligramas (incluso de Apollinaire). Estudiante secundaria, la chica tenía que aprender para la clase de matemática lo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116965523789393259/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116965523789393259' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116965523789393259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116965523789393259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/cuando-era-chica-11-aos-ponele-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116965058807383676</id><published>2007-01-24T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:56:35.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>23 de enero</title><summary type='text'>Querido Diario:Hoy me desperté alrededor de las siete y media de la mañana porque la puerta de la habitación estaba cerrada y el gato empezó a maullar para salir. Como yo no lo escucho, me muerde el turro. Igual es el gordo más lindo del mundo. Entonces después no me pude volver a dormir. Desayuné un durazno. Iba a ir a la peluquería a cortarme un poco el pelo porque algún día tengo que hacerlo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116965058807383676/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116965058807383676' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116965058807383676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116965058807383676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/23-de-enero_116965058807383676.html' title='23 de enero'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116944307929325925</id><published>2007-01-22T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:23:09.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hay quien sabe vivir como un sonámbulo.Yo no he logrado aprender este cómodo estilo de existencia".José Ortega y GassetMi problema es que soy (dos puntos)muy extraña entre lo común, pero muy común entre lo extrañomuy buena entre lo malo, pero muy mala entre lo buenomuy inteligente entre lo básico, pero muy básico entre lo inteligentemuy suave entre lo áspero, pero muy áspera entre lo suavey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116944307929325925/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116944307929325925' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116944307929325925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116944307929325925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/hay-quien-sabe-vivir-como-un-sonmbulo.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116925430740240722</id><published>2007-01-19T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:52:55.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decimelo otra vez, no entendí nada...</title><summary type='text'>Preguntándome cosas de la vida. Cuestiones así en general, que por lo general tienen que ver mucho con migo y un poco con vos. Claro.Por ejemplo, por qué pasan las cosas que pasan, y por qué NO pasan las cosas que NO pasan. Porque todo el mundo repite que "todo sucede por algo", pero... ¿y las cosas que no pasan? ¿Qué pasa con las cosas que no pasan, eh? ¿A quién le reclamamos? Alguien que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116925430740240722/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116925430740240722' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116925430740240722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116925430740240722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/decimelo-otra-vez-no-entend-nada.html' title='Decimelo otra vez, no entendí nada...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116922115804286739</id><published>2007-01-19T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:39:18.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Infancia (o "de como todo tiempo pasado fue anterior")</title><summary type='text'>Apoyar mi cabeza en la falda de mi abuela y ver TV de costado (no lo recuerdo, me lo contaron)Aprender y andar en bicicleta, primero con rueditas y después sin, primero en una bici rosa y después una violeta (era una nena muy nena o muy cliché?)Armar y remodelar la casa de la barbie con sus muebles de maderaEl paquete de galletitas de Dieguito Maradona que mi mamá me dejó comer en el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116922115804286739/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116922115804286739' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116922115804286739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116922115804286739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/infancia-o-de-como-todo-tiempo-pasado.html' title='Infancia (o &quot;de como todo tiempo pasado fue anterior&quot;)'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116907133322431767</id><published>2007-01-17T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:02:13.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leés en Crónica que a un retrasado mental en Entre Ríos le tatuaron "un pene y dos testículos" en lugar del escudo de su club de fútbol y, por más que uno quiera ser optimista, no queda otra: la gente es una mierda.La gente es cruel, es egoísta, es desconsiderada. Incluso hay gente que no entiende del todo el concepto de "amistad" (uno de los más simples y viscerales, ni hablar de "honestidad" o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116907133322431767/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116907133322431767' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116907133322431767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116907133322431767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/les-en-crnica-que-un-retrasado-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116872443284160978</id><published>2007-01-13T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:40:32.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memento Audere Semper</title><summary type='text'>Siempre quise aprender Latín.También en algún momento voy a estudiar muchas cosas que tengo en el tintero. Pero con mi terrible defecto de "no sé qué quiero pero lo quiero ya", a veces se me complica. Se me complica el hecho de ponerme de acuerdo conmigo misma. Tengo planes para mi vida "adulta" desde no sé, los 12 años. Pero obviamente en aquel momento parecían mucho más simples de llevar a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116872443284160978/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116872443284160978' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116872443284160978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116872443284160978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/memento-audere-semper.html' title='Memento Audere Semper'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116847656288524428</id><published>2007-01-10T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:50:57.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El auto de mi madre, cuando uno lo apaga pero deja las luces encendidas y abre la puerta, tiene una especie de alarma para recordarte que no apagaste las luces, y hace asi como TIRURIRURIRURIRURIRURIRURIRUY el mismo sonido aparece a veces en mi cabeza, como para alertarme de algo.Alarma, alarmala de tos, uno, dos, tres, patada y cos...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116847656288524428/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116847656288524428' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116847656288524428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116847656288524428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/el-auto-de-mi-madre-cuando-uno-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116847319765099019</id><published>2007-01-10T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:53:17.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>and isn't it ironic...</title><summary type='text'>Me dijiste me queríasque sin mi a ningún lado iríasnada más,tendrías que aprender a no hablar de másnada más,tendrías que bajar a tu lugarnada mas,tendrías que no hablar de másnada más, nada más…no quiero escucharte hablarprefiero el frióprefiero saber que haces lejos míoprefiero estar un rato conmigoleer revistas o ensayos de algúnanarquistaprefiero mi mentira a tu verdadmi mentira a tu verdadel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116847319765099019/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116847319765099019' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116847319765099019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116847319765099019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-isnt-it-ironic.html' title='and isn&apos;t it ironic...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116838642409906679</id><published>2007-01-09T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:48:03.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo no quiero contigo ni sin tí...</title><summary type='text'>Antes de que me quieras como se quiere a un gato,me largo con cualquiera que se parezca a ti...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116838642409906679/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116838642409906679' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116838642409906679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116838642409906679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-no-quiero-contigo-ni-sin-t.html' title='Yo no quiero contigo ni sin tí...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116789316876956793</id><published>2007-01-04T03:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:46:08.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi trabajo ideal sería uno que me haga sentarme a redactar algo a las cuatro menos cuarto de la mañana con un cigarrillo en la mano. Pero tengo un blog instead.I'm kinda fucked up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116789316876956793/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116789316876956793' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116789316876956793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116789316876956793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/mi-trabajo-ideal-sera-uno-que-me-haga.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116778758969978380</id><published>2007-01-02T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:27:17.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si bien no estoy triste, ayer tuve un ataque de melancolía -podríamos llamarlo así- debido a ya nos imaginamos quién (la 1º persona del plural se refiere a mi cerebro y yo).Y vaya uno a saber cómo, de repente me encontré mirando Ally Mc Beal (no sabía que la repetían). En un momento ella le explica a un tipo por qué no va a salir con él; fue algo así como:"I don't date, I audition potential </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116778758969978380/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116778758969978380' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116778758969978380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116778758969978380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/si-bien-no-estoy-triste-ayer-tuve-un.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116770205110555653</id><published>2007-01-01T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:40:51.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...:: Yo no sé qué me han hecho tus ojos ::...</title><summary type='text'>Y sin pensarlo, se me vinieron encima todos esos (estos) años, y pesaron como si fueran años luz.Cuando sea vieja me van a operar de cataratas. Lo sé.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116770205110555653/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116770205110555653' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116770205110555653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116770205110555653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-no-s-qu-me-han-hecho-tus-ojos.html' title='...:: Yo no sé qué me han hecho tus ojos ::...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116768689436251750</id><published>2007-01-01T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:28:14.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite happiness</title><summary type='text'>You and your carYour car, you drive, we goEverywhere, nowhere, just the parkYou and your eyesYour eyes, you smile, I seeEverything, nothing, take a glimpseAnd despite all I knowAll I know I don’t want anymoreYou make me trembleFeel, Shiver, PeelPeel myself inside outYou make me doubtOf everything that is for sureDespite happiness…You make me happy… for a whileFeliz año, gente...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116768689436251750/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116768689436251750' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116768689436251750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116768689436251750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2007/01/despite-happiness.html' title='Despite happiness'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116750174560560005</id><published>2006-12-30T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:03:48.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definitivamente, mi concepto de "mandar a alguien a la mierda" es erróneo. Muy muy erróneo.Pero a quién quiero engañar. Si fuera por mi te paro en una esquina de mi habitación para apretarte la nariz cada vez que quiera escuchar alguna de tus pavadas que tanto me gustan.Maldito mono.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116750174560560005/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116750174560560005' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116750174560560005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116750174560560005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/definitivamente-mi-concepto-de-mandar.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116717191707798597</id><published>2006-12-26T19:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:25:17.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy les voy a contar mis fiestas navideñas.Obviando los regalos que fueron bastante feos, la pasé muy bien.El 24 a la noche comí muuuuy bien, y luego salí por ahí con amigas/os, hasta las 7 am tomando pero en buen estado (?)Y el 25 después de comer nos pusimos las mallas y jugamos al voley acuático en la pile de mis primos, mujeres (4) contra varones (3) muy muy divertido.Si lo cuento no suena </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116717191707798597/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116717191707798597' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116717191707798597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116717191707798597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoy-les-voy-contar-mis-fiestas.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116659176650403807</id><published>2006-12-20T02:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:18:47.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>y qué carajo te tengo que estar dando explicacionespedazo de pelotud..................................aqué pelotuda que soy... yo sola te doy las explicaciones que no debo y después me doy cuenta.Mañana te mando bien a la mierda.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116659176650403807/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116659176650403807' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116659176650403807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116659176650403807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/y-qu-carajo-te-tengo-que-estar-dando.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116641140497280477</id><published>2006-12-18T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:10:04.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ayer conocí a la novia de mi mejor amigo y me entró una frustración muy grande.No celos, frustración.Es re linda chica, parece copada, re dulce con mi mejor amigo y parece que él la quiere.Se preguntarán entonces por qué la frustración...yo quiero ser una chica como ella que encuentra un chico como mi mejor amigo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116641140497280477/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116641140497280477' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116641140497280477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116641140497280477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/ayer-conoc-la-novia-de-mi-mejor-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116623101578788842</id><published>2006-12-15T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:03:35.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lo acaba de decir Ludovica en RSM... "la rata se hechiza con el mono".Totalmente cierto... ahora entiendo todo. Bueno... casi todo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116623101578788842/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116623101578788842' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116623101578788842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116623101578788842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/lo-acaba-de-decir-ludovica-en-rsm.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116619755009048158</id><published>2006-12-15T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:45:50.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally</title><summary type='text'>Which John Cusack Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116619755009048158/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116619755009048158' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116619755009048158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116619755009048158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/totally.html' title='Totally'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116619643301887628</id><published>2006-12-15T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T12:27:13.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAN</title><summary type='text'>Which Rock Chick Are You?Estoy al horno...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116619643301887628/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116619643301887628' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116619643301887628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116619643301887628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/chan.html' title='CHAN'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116597891081233941</id><published>2006-12-12T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:01:50.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para mí no existe un lugar mejor que aquí solamente los dos...</title><summary type='text'>De un tiempo perdido, a esta parte esta noche ha venidoun recuerdo encontrado para quedarse conmigo.De un tiempo lejano, a esta parte ha venido esta nocheotro recuerdo prohibido, olvidado en el olvido.Una vez más fin de año nos encuentra viendo a El Salmón, El Cantante, AC (ahora reversionado en "AC/JC", mal que nos pese a muchas), Andrelo, él...para entenderte mejor .... (hello george)26 de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116597891081233941/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116597891081233941' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116597891081233941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116597891081233941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-m-no-existe-un-lugar-mejor-que.html' title='Para mí no existe un lugar mejor que aquí solamente los dos...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116502442491134517</id><published>2006-12-01T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:53:44.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ese amor que te llevaste, ese amor era mío.Ese amor que ahora es tuyo y yo antes no quise.Ese amor era mío.Yo no lo quise porque no era amor,pero ese amor era mío.Ese amor que ya no está y quea pesar de mi felicidadyo todavía quiero.Ese amor que no era amor antes, quees amor ahora que no está.Es amor que quiero ahora.Ese amor de antes, ese amor era mío.Porque viste todo eso que yo no pude verque </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116502442491134517/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116502442491134517' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116502442491134517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116502442491134517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/12/ese-amor-que-te-llevaste-ese-amor-era.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116475684655391189</id><published>2006-11-28T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:34:06.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jerry Seinfeld se haría un festín conmigo.</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116437782895750093</id><published>2006-11-24T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:17:08.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.fotolog.com/mundo_pinypon/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116437782895750093/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116437782895750093' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116437782895750093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116437782895750093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.tinypic.com/29p6m4k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116423612193028983</id><published>2006-11-22T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:55:21.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Che... me fijé eso que tanto me hablaron del google maps... pero nada que ver con mi sueño... yo tocaba con el dedo y era como una pantalla plasma de agua (?) y tenía unos colores re zarpados y... definitivamente nada que ver.En otro orden de cosas (?)... odio que me pregunten "qué querés que te regale para tu cumpleaños"... esto ya lo dije en otro post cuando se acercaba mi cumpleaños el año </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116423612193028983/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116423612193028983' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116423612193028983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116423612193028983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/11/che.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116275279448016942</id><published>2006-11-05T15:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:53:14.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aparentemente los domingos es mi día de soñar cosas extrañas. Debe ser porque me acuesto con algunas copas encima.Pero el sueño de hoy fue genial. Yo estaba parada en la cornisa de un edificio (y podía ir y venir y caminar por ella sin caerme) y desde ahí, si miraba para abajo, podía ver toda la República Argentina, como si yo te dijera un mapa físico-político en 3D y con unos colores </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116275279448016942/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116275279448016942' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116275279448016942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116275279448016942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/11/aparentemente-los-domingos-es-mi-da-de.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116266479457467441</id><published>2006-11-04T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:26:34.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voy a Lee Chi a preguntar si vendían entradas para Divididos hoy a la noche en el Auditorio Sur (acá cerca de casa!).Yo: Hola... ¿acá venden entradas para Divididos para hoy a la noche?Pibe: Sí.Yo (emocionada): ¿Te quedan?Pibe: No, están agotadas.Pero por qué no te vas un poco a re cagar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116266479457467441/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116266479457467441' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116266479457467441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116266479457467441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/11/voy-lee-chi-preguntar-si-vendan.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116234698072301027</id><published>2006-10-31T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T23:41:46.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay una palabra que es muy complicada y es SENSATEZ.La vida tiene tanto de ficción y realidad, realidad y surrealismo, insensatez y sentimientos… de jugo y de carozo, de piel y de cáscara.Me dice “no entiendo tus cosas” y claro… primero preguntate ¿cuáles son mis cosas? porque sería un mejor punto de partida porque sería porquería.Me gustan las mandarinas los duraznos las naranjas las frutillas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116234698072301027/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116234698072301027' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116234698072301027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116234698072301027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hay-una-palabra-que-es-muy-complicada.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116230197960386835</id><published>2006-10-31T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:39:39.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><summary type='text'>*** : yo te invito!mary poppins : adonde?*** : a salir!*** : a la plaza!*** : uffffffffffffffffffffff*** : PLAZA!mary poppins : jaja la placitaaaY yo que pensaba que en cualquier momento podía cerrar este blog que abrí en la época en que no podía dejar de extrañarte porque total mi vida y la tuya ya no tenían nada que ver la una con la otra y resulta que... you know I'm such a fool for you... you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116230197960386835/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116230197960386835' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116230197960386835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116230197960386835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/10/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116191579637926897</id><published>2006-10-26T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:23:16.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>And I wouldn't mind knowing that you wouldn't mind going along with my plan...</title><summary type='text'>I will always be hoping, hoping.You will always be holding, holdingMy heart in your hand. I will understand.I will understand someday, one day.You will understand always,Always from now until then.When it will be right, I dont know.What it will be like, I dont know.We live in hope of deliverancefrom the darkness that surrounds us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116191579637926897/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116191579637926897' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116191579637926897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116191579637926897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-i-wouldnt-mind-knowing-that-you.html' title='And I wouldn&apos;t mind knowing that you wouldn&apos;t mind going along with my plan...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116134820216955395</id><published>2006-10-20T09:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T09:43:22.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pensé que iba a poder engañarlos con el post de relleno anterior... pero parece que son inteligentes, mis queridos bloggervidentes (?)! Por eso los quiero.Sin embargo antes de continuar, tengo dos cosas muy importantes que decir.Nº1 Al parecer, el 28/09 este bichito que tengo como blog cumplió 2 años, y nadie se dignó a saludarlo. Nadie! Ni siquiera yo, que me olvidé por completo. Qué clase de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116134820216955395/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116134820216955395' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116134820216955395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116134820216955395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/10/pens-que-iba-poder-engaarlos-con-el.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116114461051580304</id><published>2006-10-18T01:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:10:10.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>self-reminder</title><summary type='text'>Recuerdenme que mañana o pasado les cuente del viernes fatal que tuve la semana pasada (del cual acabo de recordar un episodio gracioso que incluye un ramo de flores y una vieja loca) y del excelente fin de semana largo que pasé en Córdoba, Oktoberfest incluido.Pero es mucho escribir para este momento.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116114461051580304/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116114461051580304' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116114461051580304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116114461051580304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/10/self-reminder.html' title='self-reminder'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-116042419473080568</id><published>2006-10-09T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:03:14.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 hs haciendo trámites en el banco y de repente el reproductor de mp3 que me dice...El dinero de hoy no te sirveno importano lo verássolo me quedas vosel consuelo es poderte abrazar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/116042419473080568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=116042419473080568' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116042419473080568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/116042419473080568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-hs-haciendo-trmites-en-el-banco-y-de.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115939695828739869</id><published>2006-09-27T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:42:38.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esto no es 5º grado, así que dejá de tirarme de las trenzas. Creo que en el msn debería ponerte en el grupo "Niños"...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115939695828739869/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115939695828739869' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115939695828739869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115939695828739869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/09/esto-no-es-5-grado-as-que-dej-de.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115850885854865869</id><published>2006-09-17T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:00:58.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay períodos en los que tengo sueños muy extraños. Me desperté hace un rato y acabo de recordar que soñé que estaba en una fiesta (familiar, creo) y me perdía en una laberíntica mansión, el sueño incluía a Stephen Baldwin (?) y a mi prima. Y al final cuando lograba salir de los pasadizos de esa casa, aparecía Willy Wonka (en versión Johnny Deep, claro) y creo que también había una gran fuente de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115850885854865869/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115850885854865869' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115850885854865869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115850885854865869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/09/hay-perodos-en-los-que-tengo-sueos-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115826882079092505</id><published>2006-09-14T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T18:20:20.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi hombre ideal tiene una pizca de vos, una cucharadita de éste, 25 gr. de aquél, un puñado de aquel otro, y como diez toneladas de él. Y así estamos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115826882079092505/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115826882079092505' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115826882079092505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115826882079092505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/09/mi-hombre-ideal-tiene-una-pizca-de-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115791933383673242</id><published>2006-09-10T17:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:15:33.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El clima ideal. Lástima que no tengo nada que hacer. Bah, tengo muchas cosas que hacer y/o para hacer, pero no voy a hacer nada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115791933383673242/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115791933383673242' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115791933383673242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115791933383673242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/09/el-clima-ideal.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115740792672876459</id><published>2006-09-04T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:12:06.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espectacular</title><summary type='text'>MUY bueno. Un espectáculo visual, musical, corporal.Si no fuera porque no hay más funciones, les diría que vayan a verlo. Pero si vuelven a Bs. As., no se lo pierdan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115740792672876459/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115740792672876459' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115740792672876459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115740792672876459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/09/espectacular.html' title='Espectacular'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115686570577618340</id><published>2006-08-29T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T12:35:05.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is up, I'm so happy I could scream...</title><summary type='text'>No hay nada mejor para alegrarte el día que escuchar "Mint Car" de The Cure.Y si el día es soleado, estás hecho. Desde la primer frase de la canción.Powered by Castpost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115686570577618340/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115686570577618340' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115686570577618340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115686570577618340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/sun-is-up-im-so-happy-i-could-scream.html' title='The sun is up, I&apos;m so happy I could scream...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115621323646242827</id><published>2006-08-21T23:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:20:36.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't handle the truth...</title><summary type='text'>Estoy podrida de que me digan que soy mala cuando digo alguna verdad que alguien no quiere oir. No soy mala, soy sincera. Para mí eso es una virtud. Pero hay gente que prefiere que le doren la píldora.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115621323646242827/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115621323646242827' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115621323646242827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115621323646242827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-cant-handle-truth.html' title='You can&apos;t handle the truth...'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115587160195870444</id><published>2006-08-18T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:26:41.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>breve pero buena</title><summary type='text'>Un día yo estaba en mi casa.Llovía.Yo esperaba.Suena el timbre, es horrible el sonido del timbre pero lo esperaba.Afuera llovía.Yo tenía anteojos.Te abrí la puerta y te dije que se me estaban mojando los anteojos, y me dijiste: “Y claro!” y algo más que no me acuerdo.Una vez más, me estabas enseñando tanto.Y no, no lo soñé.Los ojos ciegos... ¿bien abiertos?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115587160195870444/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115587160195870444' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115587160195870444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115587160195870444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/breve-pero-buena.html' title='breve pero buena'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115573916974403773</id><published>2006-08-16T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:39:29.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo no sé... a veces me pregunto si no será que lo que creemos que es bueno en realidad no lo es y buscamos algo que no deberíamos porque nunca vamos a alcanzar, y por otro lado pienso si no será que todo lo malo en realidad es la forma en que deben ser las cosas y en lugar de intentar cambiarlo deberíamos aceptarlo y hacer todos lo mismo.Total, en el comienzo todo era caos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115573916974403773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115573916974403773' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115573916974403773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115573916974403773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo-no-s.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115558987594549368</id><published>2006-08-14T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:22:57.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, sí. Hoy es lunes, y pienso escribir. Porque tengo algo que decir… tengo MUCHO que decir.Naaaah… mentirita. Sigo siendo la misma de siempre…El viernes fui a ver Alita de Posca al Paseo La Plaza, tan vericuetoso como siempre. Mucha gente me había dicho que no le había gustado (el espectáculo, no el paseo). A mí me gustó, me reí como siempre. Si bien algunos personajes se repiten, la risa es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115558987594549368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115558987594549368' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115558987594549368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115558987594549368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-s.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115552033218784357</id><published>2006-08-13T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:52:12.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iba a escribr algo, pero se me fueron las ganas.¿Qué querés? Es domingo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115552033218784357/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115552033218784357' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115552033218784357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115552033218784357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/iba-escribr-algo-pero-se-me-fueron-las.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115470451489710197</id><published>2006-08-04T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:15:14.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi mejor amigo... por algo es el mejor.</title><summary type='text'>(-- mi mejor amigo --) says:che, me voy a ir a vivir a tucuman.. te dije?mary poppins says:aah callate emocion(-- mi mejor amigo --) says:si, hay unas mujeres terribles(-- mi mejor amigo --) says:no se puede creermary poppins says:lindas como yo?(-- mi mejor amigo --) says:no, tanto no.....(-- mi mejor amigo --) says:pero alla hay mas !!!!!!(-- mi mejor amigo --) says:aca estas vos solamary </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115470451489710197/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115470451489710197' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115470451489710197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115470451489710197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/mi-mejor-amigo-por-algo-es-el-mejor_04.html' title='Mi mejor amigo... por algo es el mejor.'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115453906439494060</id><published>2006-08-02T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:37:41.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>* El Colmo *</title><summary type='text'>Nunca en mi vida leí algo tan pelotudo. O patético... todavía no me decido.PD: "Para: undisclosed-recipient" Qué triste...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115453906439494060/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115453906439494060' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115453906439494060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115453906439494060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/08/el-colmo.html' title='* El Colmo *'/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/23gxxle_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115436002295931529</id><published>2006-07-31T11:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:34:08.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo comenzó un 25 de julio, cuando recibí estos mails:MALONE      malone@and*luciaj*nta.*s escribió:    Estoy interesado en la escopeta, mi teléfono es 626*1*745, o bien respondeme a este mensaje con tu teléfono y me pongo en contacto contigo.    Saludosjulian    julians*nchez@a*na.com escribió:    Hola **(mi apellido aqui)**:    Podrias por favor enviarme al e-mail alguna foto de la escopeta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115436002295931529/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115436002295931529' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115436002295931529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115436002295931529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/07/todo-comenz-un-25-de-julio-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115352377488538897</id><published>2006-07-21T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:16:14.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La primera compra de mi papá en mercad0libre fue una radio Pekín (AM y gracias) a $1.Re feliz con su compra, fue a buscarla, pagó el pesito, se trajo la radio y la arregló.Yo le digo que es un boludo, pero en realidad pienso que es un capo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115352377488538897/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115352377488538897' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115352377488538897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115352377488538897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-primera-compra-de-mi-pap-en.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115318553372180454</id><published>2006-07-17T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:18:53.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Habiendo aprobado los tres finales que rendí en estas dos semanas, me encuentro oficialmente de vacaciones (de la vida académica), por unas tres semanas a las que pienso sacarles el jugo lo más posible.Empezando con el zoológico el sábado que viene... quiero ver el león blanco! yeah...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115318553372180454/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115318553372180454' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115318553372180454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115318553372180454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/07/habiendo-aprobado-los-tres-finales-que.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115288933108502810</id><published>2006-07-14T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:02:11.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La mejor manera de alejar a un hombre que no se quiere cerca es decirle algo que lo incomode o pedirle una respuesta que no puede dar. Listo, no jode más.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115288933108502810/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115288933108502810' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115288933108502810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115288933108502810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-mejor-manera-de-alejar-un-hombre.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545217.post-115271764584681835</id><published>2006-07-12T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:20:45.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Es una inquieta necesidad. De calma y de adrenalina, de compañía y soledad.Es una callada sensación. De querer, de buscar, de poder, de intentar.Es un brillante anhelo. De llegar, de mirar, de probar, de sentir.Es algo más que eso, mucho más que eso, demasiado más que eso.Es querer hasta lo inabarcable. Es una búsqueda insaciable llena de recuerdos.Es abrir los ojos por la mañana, por la tarde, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/feeds/115271764584681835/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8545217&amp;postID=115271764584681835' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115271764584681835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8545217/posts/default/115271764584681835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empleadadelmes.blogspot.com/2006/07/es-una-inquieta-necesidad.html' title=''/><author><name>mary poppins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10928333216276754350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/30jl8as.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
