<?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-3058692</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:25.988-03:00</updated><title type='text'>kikks</title><subtitle type='html'>baú de futilidades
registros e chamamentos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>744</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-9201097</id><published>2002-01-30T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T15:14:38.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu fiquei enjoada desse melodrama. &lt;br /&gt;Quem se perdeu por aqui, passe lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plocploc.blogspot.com"&gt;PLOC PLOC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-9201097?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/9201097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/9201097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9201097' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8137720</id><published>2001-12-23T02:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-23T03:02:07.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Folheando &lt;i&gt;Inéditos e dispersos&lt;/i&gt; pude reler toda uma história. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O fim deste blog marca o fim desta história.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um poema de a.c.césar que, se dividido ao meio, parece um diálogo inacabado. Mantenho as palavras. Desconstruo com interferências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;presente&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Tenho arrumado os livros&lt;br /&gt;Tiro de uma prateleira sem ordem e coloco em outra com ordem. Ficam espaços vazios.&lt;br /&gt;Hora em hora.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho te dito nada. &lt;br /&gt;Ligo para os outros.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;passado&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;O que eu poderia dizer é perigoso: certeza (assim como eu disse: daqui dez anos estarei de volta) de que nos reencontramos, cedo ou tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei mais quando.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;pretérito mais-que-perfeito&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Cedo ou tarde o reencontro - o ponto de partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma poesia de Ana Cristina César&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desdenho os teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Retórica triste:&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio e na alma&lt;br /&gt;De ti nada existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu morro e remorro&lt;br /&gt;Na vida que passa&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouço teus passos&lt;br /&gt;Compasso infernal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasci para a vida&lt;br /&gt;De morte vivi&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo se acaba&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio. Morri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8137720?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8137720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8137720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8137720' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8123026</id><published>2001-12-22T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T11:36:07.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIM&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou cuidar de de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8123026?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8123026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8123026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8123026' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8122837</id><published>2001-12-22T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T11:35:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TROCA&lt;br /&gt;Não deu certo. Quem se anulou no passado quer se auto-afirmar agora. Para mim, sobrou a troca capenga. Cansei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8122837?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8122837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8122837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8122837' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8122122</id><published>2001-12-22T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T09:46:29.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRASE&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria uma frase. Qualquer uma. Mas que explicasse tudo isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8122122?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8122122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8122122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8122122' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8121633</id><published>2001-12-22T08:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T08:37:23.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RASGADA&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que isso acontece eu me pergunto o que é que vale a pena. Acho que amar assusta, se dedicar assusta. O que eu acho mais absurdo é que a causa disso tudo já passou pelo que eu tô passando. Isso me surpreende. Parecia que eu tava pedindo muito, eu queria aquilo que me seduziu, a intensidade que foi pelo ralo. Eu pensei várias vezes que foi quem mais me correspondeu, que tinha um mapa de mim, que, talvez, me conhecesse mais do que eu. Uso sempre aquela expressão do "carinho preciso". E a pergunta que fica na minha cabeça é onde é que isso tudo foi parar. Nessas horas eu nem sei mais no que eu acredito. As palavras ecoam e eu não sei o que pensar. Porque as palavras não fazem sentido. Porque elas não combinam com os atos. Quem me dera fosse tudo coisa da minha cabeça. O que eu sinto denuncia tudo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8121633?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8121633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8121633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8121633' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8121486</id><published>2001-12-22T08:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T08:16:27.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMANHECIDA&lt;br /&gt;Acordei do mesmo jeito que dormi. E o dia, entristecido de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8121486?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8121486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8121486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8121486' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8116086</id><published>2001-12-22T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-22T00:56:57.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTENSIDADE&lt;br /&gt;Nem todo mundo é assim. E foi por isso que eu me apaixonei. Mas não adianta a intensidade acabar de um lado. Eu só gostaria de saber onde é que a tal foi parar. Se eu a encontrasse, ela levaria uma surra do caralho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8116086?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8116086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8116086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8116086' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8112711</id><published>2001-12-21T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T21:37:26.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LADAINHA&lt;br /&gt;Já me falaram de um tal de amor incondicional. Eu pirei tanto nessa história que me senti meio Bessie de Breaking the Waves. Acho que é por isso um pouco que Lars Von Trier me causa um certo incômodo. Me faz lembrar disso tudo. O pior é que vez ou outra eu me vejo caindo nessa armadilha. Já me questionei e me puni demais por causa dessa ladainha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8112711?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8112711' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8112577</id><published>2001-12-21T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T21:29:49.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONCLUSÕES&lt;br /&gt;Não é só a máscara. Amei tudo. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8112577?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8112577' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8112318</id><published>2001-12-21T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T21:12:51.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando percebo, já estou ouvindo uma música mais triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8112318?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8112318' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8112146</id><published>2001-12-21T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T21:04:16.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu queria tomar chuva, ver Monstros, sair para jantar. E parar de me sentir tão desamparada numa hora dessas. Eu só queria por um instante parar de chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8112146?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8112146' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8112085</id><published>2001-12-21T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T21:01:30.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FILME TRISTE&lt;br /&gt;Parecia o fim de um filme triste. Eu já tava vendo tudo meioi embaçado mesmo. Daí a chuva. E o portão quebrado. A chuva entrava pela janela e o cigarro queimava devagar. Eu me segurei tanto no táxi que o motorista deve ter percebido. Esbocei um sorriso com o "bom descanso". Parecia tanto, tanto conforto. Acho que nunca subi as escadas do prédio tão rápido. Eu precisava de mais conforto, de casa, de colo, de tudo. Pois é, antes ele ficava um dia a mais para ficar comigo. Hoje era apenas conseqüência. Era tudo que eu não precisava. Saber que agora é diferente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8112085?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8112085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8112085' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8105814</id><published>2001-12-21T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-21T15:58:19.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JANELA INDISCRETA&lt;br /&gt;A visão do minhocão e do centro de São Paulo depois das três da manhã é impressionante. Acho que se morasse naquele apartamento eu não ia nem dormir. Só para ficar olhando os outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8105814?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8105814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8105814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8105814' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8056707</id><published>2001-12-19T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T20:20:23.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COMIDA&lt;br /&gt;Algo de errado está acontecendo comigo. Ando comendo como louca. E não é comida saudável. É porcaria da máquina de trashorama, fritura, cadáveres... Ontem eu resolvi cozinhar (?) à meia-noite. Detalhe: não estou na TPM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8056707?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8056707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8056707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8056707' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8056608</id><published>2001-12-19T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T20:15:20.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DECISÃO&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho preparo psicológico para cuidar de outro ser vivo. Resolvi doar a pimenteira para a minha faxineira e ainda não pegar o peixe que a Taíssa me deu. Vou ficar só com o aquário, que já é bem bonitinho e combina com o meu banheiro 25 de março.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8056608?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8056608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8056608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8056608' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8056575</id><published>2001-12-19T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T20:13:50.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRESENTES&lt;br /&gt;Loja de 1,99: um cubo mágico Pokemón e um cubo doido Hello Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Amigo secreto: uma bolsa fofa e uma toca de banho de joaninhaaaaaai, Fátima, que lindo! (eu dei um CD e um serrote para o Aldo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho uma matéria para fechar, compras no supermercado e a minha casa vazia porque o Hermés está lindo lá no Rio. Não vejo a hora de chegar no Rio e me jogar na loja do Gilson Martins na Visconde de Pirajá. Vou ter bolsa para o ano inteiro. E eu não  comprei presente de Natal para ninguém ainda. Preciso fazer compraas. Mais. O mais difícil vai ser me segurar e não gastar mais nenhum puto para mim. Por isso, estou pedindo mais presentes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8056575?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8056575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8056575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8056575' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8026004</id><published>2001-12-18T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T18:02:38.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JAULA&lt;br /&gt;Hoje matei uns sete leões. A Andrea Capella matou um. Daqui a pouco vou dar um del bem furioso nessa matéria e mandar tudo para a puta que pariu esse olho obeso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8026004?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8026004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8026004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8026004' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-8021429</id><published>2001-12-18T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-18T14:53:07.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PADARIA&lt;br /&gt;Já mandei 4 páginas para o espaço. Tem mais 5. Além de show de forró, música ao vivo no refeitório, tio Bob falando com algumas pessoas, chocolates e chocolates. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-8021429?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8021429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/8021429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8021429' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7991998</id><published>2001-12-17T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T15:46:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MICO&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o dia do não. Estava tudo super ok, até uma das personagens ser demitida, a outra ser impedida de fotografar pelo pai etc. Cano atrás de cano. Agora é só rezar. Eu fico aqui pensando se tudo isso tem a ver com a pimenteira, que está quase morrendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7991998?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7991998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7991998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7991998' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7989291</id><published>2001-12-17T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T15:43:38.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JABÁ&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma Levi's na minha mesa. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7989291?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7989291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7989291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7989291' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7989184</id><published>2001-12-17T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T12:57:45.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUSASHI&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o melhor tipo de presente. Aquele que vem assim, meio de surpresa. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7989184?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7989184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7989184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7989184' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7989123</id><published>2001-12-17T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T12:55:18.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHURROS&lt;br /&gt;Eu no táxi e Miguel na barraquinha. A solitária Genoveva ficou se revirando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7989123?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7989123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7989123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7989123' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7908442</id><published>2001-12-13T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T20:02:23.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ENCHENTE&lt;br /&gt;Vou aguar duas vezes por dia aquela planta. Fiquei em falta e deu nisso: reunião no horário da cabine do Senhor dos Anéis, gripe, meio sanduíche no almoço, um pedaço de chocotone, duas bolachas e alguns cigarros. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7908442?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7908442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7908442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7908442' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7894911</id><published>2001-12-13T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T10:13:33.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PITEIRA&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca usei piteira na vida, mas tem gente que lembra de mim assim. Eu não sou a Jeanne Marie! Não sou! Não sou! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7894911?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7894911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7894911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7894911' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7894823</id><published>2001-12-13T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T10:08:09.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POWER DAY&lt;br /&gt;mais oito horas de sono. Nem preciso repetir tudo de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7894823?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7894823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7894823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7894823' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7884746</id><published>2001-12-13T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T00:12:29.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OITO HORAS&lt;br /&gt;de sono me fizeram acordar com os peitos empinados, a cara boa, a pele linda. Lentes, pomada, hemp da Body Shop, delineador, rímel, batom e perfume que ganhei de presente. Mais de meia hora só nisso. Sem contar o tempo de escolher roupa. Deu calça com brilhinhos, aqueles que combinam com o chão do metrô de Lisboa. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7884746?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7884746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7884746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7884746' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7883346</id><published>2001-12-12T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T23:22:57.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 MIL OCAS&lt;br /&gt;Fazia anos que eu não via a Roberta. Só ela para casar com padre índio, fazer vestido com tecido de cortina e botar no Sérgio roupa de Robin Hood. Mas a conversa foi pra lá de boa. O mestrado que ela tá terminando em antropologia fez eu sonhar longe... Estou pensando seriamente em mamar nas tetas dos japas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7883346?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7883346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7883346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7883346' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7873851</id><published>2001-12-12T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T16:59:24.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UMA LINHA&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se eu estou escrevendo apenas o necessário para que apenas poucos entendam ou se é preguiça mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7873851?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7873851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7873851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7873851' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7866142</id><published>2001-12-12T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-12T11:41:01.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAMISETA&lt;br /&gt;O Felipe disse que a tela esta prontinha. Depois outra, outra, outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7866142?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7866142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7866142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7866142' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7846696</id><published>2001-12-11T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T19:26:57.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O TIGRE E O DRAGÃO&lt;br /&gt;casal fofo de hello kitty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7846696?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7846696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7846696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7846696' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7814924</id><published>2001-12-10T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T19:12:22.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DESCONTROL&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer com uma pimenteira não aguada, um peixe não comprado e uma conta no negativo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7814924?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7814924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7814924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7814924' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7814903</id><published>2001-12-10T19:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T19:11:44.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que sobrou de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7814903?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7814903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7814903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7814903' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7814854</id><published>2001-12-10T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T19:10:11.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAVADA&lt;br /&gt;Alma lavada na praia da Fortaleza. A minha preferida em Ubatuba. Falei até demais para os gorentos de plantão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7814854?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7814854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7814854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7814854' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7725687</id><published>2001-12-07T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T10:28:55.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAÇA&lt;br /&gt;Por onde anda Fernando Bonassi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7725687?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7725687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7725687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7725687' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7707074</id><published>2001-12-06T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T19:13:28.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RELAX&lt;br /&gt;Massagem expressa na firma. Agora banho e cama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7707074?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7707074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7707074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7707074' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7654450</id><published>2001-12-05T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-05T01:29:00.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRASE CÉLEBRE&lt;br /&gt;Microfone na mão, em rede nacional e ao vivo: "Normal, não é, mas acaba sendo!" E todo mundo fez cara de paisagem, fingindo que a frase era super normal. Foi tudo muito rápido - quando eu vi, já tinha falado a merda. Pelo menos, muita gente riu (eu nem isso pude, close total no meu rosto). Depois ainda tive que ouvir do Rodolpho que meu cabelo estava igual ao da Nubia, da Casa dos Artistas. Muita coisa para uma noite só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7654450?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7654450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7654450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7654450' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7640044</id><published>2001-12-04T16:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T16:05:41.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REDE NACIONAL&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos vou ganhar cabelo e maquiagem para a festinha depois. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7640044?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7640044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7640044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7640044' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7636602</id><published>2001-12-04T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T13:45:17.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POWER DAY DIET 2&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero falar sobre sexo no programa da Galisteu. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7636602?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7636602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7636602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7636602' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7636576</id><published>2001-12-04T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T13:44:09.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROCEDIMENTOS DE EMERGÊNCIA&lt;br /&gt;Esses folhetos de instrução de segurança de aviões são muito absurdos. Não dá para ler sem nenhum preparo psicológico. Quase todos os procedimentos têm ícones que proibem bagagem e sapato para executar as tarefas. Eu entrei em desespero só de pensar que eu estava com bolsa e sapato novos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7636576?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7636576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7636576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7636576' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7636511</id><published>2001-12-04T13:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T13:41:50.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POWER DAY DIET&lt;br /&gt;Aplaudir faz parte do número, mas contribui para o Power Day. Eu achava que não ia cativar engravatados que vivem citando artigos da constituição. Nem os do ECA eu sei de cor. Foi engraçado ver as pessoas se aproximando timidamente para falar comigo. Mas o melhor foi ver uma pessoa dormindo profundamente no auditório enquanto eu falava. Ela deve ter tirado o sapato para não apertar as joanetes e devia estar roncando baixinho. Nessa hora, eu pensei: "Agora sou profi em palestras". E me segurei para não rir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7636511?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7636511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7636511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7636511' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7579066</id><published>2001-12-02T13:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T13:12:31.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>domingo é foda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7579066?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7579066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7579066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7579066' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7579060</id><published>2001-12-02T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T13:12:18.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DESCONSTRUÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu&lt;br /&gt;comecei&lt;br /&gt;a conhecer a sua&lt;br /&gt;cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois&lt;br /&gt;vou&lt;br /&gt;querer&lt;br /&gt;conhecer&lt;br /&gt;mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra&lt;br /&gt;dep&lt;br /&gt;ois&lt;br /&gt;des&lt;br /&gt;cons&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7579060?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7579060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7579060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7579060' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7577870</id><published>2001-12-02T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T11:33:52.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NÃO SEI&lt;br /&gt;Não sei nem quando é que vai ser a minha apresentação no seminário. Eu queria era ter um domingo tranqüilo e conseguir me organizar melhor em alguns aspectos para não ficar que nem barata tonta. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7577870?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7577870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7577870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7577870' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7571543</id><published>2001-12-02T01:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T01:47:48.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DÚVIDA&lt;br /&gt;Depois dessa semana, tudo o que eu mais queria era dormir muito. Só que tá rolando uma festa aqui na vizinhança. Vou dançar ou chamo a polícia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7571543?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7571543' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7571480</id><published>2001-12-02T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T01:43:52.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIGA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7571480?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7571480' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7571456</id><published>2001-12-02T01:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T01:48:10.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOLOTAS&lt;br /&gt;Devo estar com alguma alergia no pescoço. Quem fez, fez muuito bem feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7571456?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7571456' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7571442</id><published>2001-12-02T01:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T01:41:42.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LUA&lt;br /&gt;quase me engoliu. Fico imaginando ela fora de São Paulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7571442?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7571442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7571442' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7557939</id><published>2001-12-01T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T13:33:35.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEMANA&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passaram rapidamente. Pensei, pensei, pensei no meio de tristeza e alívio, no meio de fantasmas. Sonhos, pesadelos. De camiseta regata? Destruí, construí, reconstruí. Expande, condensa. Mulheres conversam, cozinham, se falam pelo telefone, bebem, fumam, riem, trabalham. A Danizinha falou para mim: "E agora, com quem vou comprar meu celular?" É isso, e agora, com quem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7557939?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7557939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7557939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7557939' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7534431</id><published>2001-11-30T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T14:41:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAY MODERNA&lt;br /&gt;Sapatos altos para pés pequenos.Vou pegar agora os sapatos vermelhos. Salto de 15 cm com bordados. Na descrição, eles parecem horrorosos e bregas. Mas são lindos! Sapatos de May moderna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gatadaspantufas.no.sapo.pt/img023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peguei na &lt;a href="http://gatadaspantufas.no.sapo.pt/#]"&gt;gata das pantufas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tudo a ver com o meu estado de espírito hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7534431?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7534431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7534431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7534431' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7531774</id><published>2001-11-30T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T12:50:14.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu Deus, a que ponto cheguei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7531774?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7531774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7531774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7531774' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7529144</id><published>2001-11-30T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T10:50:25.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABÓBORA&lt;br /&gt;O blog sofrerá pequenas e ridículas modificações. Um tal de Sr. Abóbora (tem gente que não se liga que faz parte do meu passado) se sentiu ofendido com comentários feitos sobre sua pessoa e teme que isso prejudique sua vida profissional. Como ele nunca entendeu nada mesmo, vai ser mais fácil eu rever os milhões de posts do que eu tentar abrir a cabeça dele e explicar a proposta disso aqui (já que a visão dele do assunto é muito rasa). Espero que isso evite futuros e-mails ou qualquer outro tipo de contado. E chega porque isso já tomou mais tempo do que deveria. Espero, sinceramente, que isso dê um fim à situação porque eu não gostaria de ter que perder tempo e energia dirigindo a palavra ao Sr. Abóbora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: esse post é uma resposta ao e-mail do Sr. Abóbora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7529144?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7529144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7529144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7529144' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7500072</id><published>2001-11-29T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T11:52:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOHN MALKOVICH&lt;br /&gt;Não é a primeira vez que alguém se depara com uma pessoa com o mesmo nome que eu. Aqui no Brasil eu já conheci duas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Plínio achou uma em Tóquio que é até um pouco parecida comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flower-tv.com/html/erika-tit.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é a mesma que saiu na colors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7500072?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7500072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7500072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7500072' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7499109</id><published>2001-11-29T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T11:00:39.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PAPO GAY&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos ver no aeroporto de Milão no check-in para Helsinque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7499109?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7499109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7499109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7499109' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7498836</id><published>2001-11-29T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T10:46:44.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MENSAGEM AUTOMÁTICA&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dá uma vontade de responder e-mails escrotos com mensagens automáticas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estarei de férias até o Dia de São Nunca. Por favor, não me procure mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse endereço eletrônico não está mais cadastrado no sistema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funerária Santa Luzia. Sua morte, nossa alegria. Seu funeral, nosso Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7498836?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7498836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7498836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7498836' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7496579</id><published>2001-11-29T08:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T08:20:27.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você estava de vermelho ontem? Pois é, acho que cruzaste com a Dona Kimiko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7496579?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7496579' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7496554</id><published>2001-11-29T08:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T08:18:43.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Se tá uma merda do mesmo jeito... A gente abre mão de cada coisa... Em nome de cada coisa... Eu só sei que isso tá me incomodando tanto que eu não posso me acomodar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7496554?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7496554' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7496528</id><published>2001-11-29T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T08:17:34.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIFÍCIL&lt;br /&gt;Por que às vezes é tão difícil dormir? Tão difícil acordar? Fico torcendo para o dia acabar e quando ele acaba, você tem a leve impressão de que não está vivendo. Acorda, toma banho, come, sai, trabalha, fuma, come, trabalha, fuma, fuma, anda, deita, fuma, come, dorme. Que sensação esquisita. Ver os dias passar pela cartela de pílulas. Não é a primeira vez que isso acontece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7496528?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7496528' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7496467</id><published>2001-11-29T08:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T08:13:54.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FEIRA&lt;br /&gt;Além de os caras começarem a montar as barracas às duas da manhã, tem um feirante (cuja barraca é bem próxima à minha janela) que ficar tocando Roxette, Simply Red etc. Assim não dá. Sem contar todos os pesadelos. Hoje tive um crise de Galdino. Sonhei que alguém me queimava. Tive medo, mas não sofri. Estranho isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7496467?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7496467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7496467' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7479714</id><published>2001-11-28T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T18:35:49.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ELE VEM?&lt;br /&gt;Estou pensando seriamente em adotar o labrador e fazer um bonsai dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7479714?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7479714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7479714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7479714' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7469216</id><published>2001-11-28T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T11:14:07.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REPETECO&lt;br /&gt;Já vi essa cena antes. Fim de ano deprê, adiantamento enrolado, matéria gigante, café de máquina com muito açúcar, cigarro entristecido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7469216?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7469216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7469216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7469216' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7469080</id><published>2001-11-28T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T11:07:07.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Animismo &lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO BONASSI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circunavegando de pés nus os pertences da mulher servidos pela casa amanhecida -como uma bolsa abandonada para sempre, como uma sandália seguiu a outra, como um vestido se contorce no tapete, como as roupas de baixo regurgitadas, como um perfume que sumiu, como ingressos de espetáculo esmagados, como as jóias que se desprezam quase perdidas por baixo de um móvel em silêncio, copos e almofadas abatidas e discos vincados da mesma música e molhos de chaves arreganhados e documentos dobrados e cigarros mordidos de inveja se fedendo e as velas que choraram até a escuridão- não pôde deixar de pensar que as coisas também continuam as pessoas, por sua conta e risco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7469080?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7469080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7469080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7469080' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7468818</id><published>2001-11-28T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T10:53:19.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apesar de parecer, não depende de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7468818?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7468818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7468818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7468818' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7468805</id><published>2001-11-28T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T10:52:51.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que vontade de chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7468805?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7468805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7468805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7468805' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7467745</id><published>2001-11-28T09:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T09:41:58.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apesar de saber da maioria das respostas, não páro de me perguntar por que as coisas tomaram esse rumo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7467745?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7467745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7467745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7467745' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7452287</id><published>2001-11-27T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T20:21:20.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ÚLTIMA&lt;br /&gt;Tô fechando a lojinha aqui. E já tá me dando aquele aperto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7452287?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7452287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7452287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7452287' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7452260</id><published>2001-11-27T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T22:55:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PILOTO AUTOMÁTICO&lt;br /&gt;Essa merda não desliga. Que coisa cansativa. Vou voltar para casa, fingir que comi alguma coisa para não me sentir culpada por não ter comido nada além de Chicabom (quando chego no Chicabom). Vou tomar o milésimo banho porque todo mundo diz que banho sempre relaxa e faz bem, vou fazer as sobrancelhas de novo, passar todos os sabonetes, tônicos e cremes do mundo. Acho que o tédio só aumenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7452260?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7452260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7452260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7452260' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7451826</id><published>2001-11-27T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-28T17:48:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRODUÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa linda, tanta coisa boa. Queria comprar uns ímãs de geladeira de mangá. Ainda bem que deixei a bolsa no carro. Depois, queria outros bauzinhos como o do meu quarto, queria comprar a Terra Madre toda. Por último, passei em uma loja de macumba... Nunca tive problema com macumba, até tenho umas macumbinhas no meu banheiro, mas o cara quis vender um perfume "abre caminhos da sorte" por cinco reais. Apesar de ter achado um aburso comprei de medo. Vai que eu viro as costas e ele manda a pomba gira me seguir. Ah, não! Se até tranca-rua dos outros me atinge, imagina uma mandada assim. Tô fora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7451826?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7451826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7451826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7451826' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7451655</id><published>2001-11-27T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T19:51:48.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PAREM&lt;br /&gt;as rotativas, como vivia dizendo o Leo. Mas dessa vez, não se tratou de uma notícia bomba. Foi simplesmente uma pessoa mal resolvida. Que sacanagem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7451655?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7451655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7451655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7451655' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7437091</id><published>2001-11-27T08:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T08:18:33.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SÓ&lt;br /&gt;O Hermés foi trabalhar no Rio e só volta no domingo. Dormi sozinha, tudo parece imenso e vazio. Queimação no estômago de madrugada. Hoje, veio colo de mãe. Blá blá blá. Perguntas estranhas, comentários estranhos e a comprovação de que tá tudo muito estranho. Mas veio bolsa de presente. Ela acertou em cheio. Incrível como eu me esforço para pelo menos ficar com cara de bonita nos dias tristes. E só tiro os óculos escuros quando é realmente necessário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7437091?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7437091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7437091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7437091' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7425753</id><published>2001-11-26T22:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T22:14:25.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SILÊNCIO&lt;br /&gt;também dói.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7425753?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7425753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7425753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7425753' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7425724</id><published>2001-11-26T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T22:13:32.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BALANÇO/A&lt;br /&gt;iogurte batido&lt;br /&gt;2 torradas&lt;br /&gt;água&lt;br /&gt;bolacha maisena&lt;br /&gt;aveia com leite&lt;br /&gt;enjôo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7425724?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7425724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7425724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7425724' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7419376</id><published>2001-11-26T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T17:59:28.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PALAVRAS&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parecem facadas. E realmente dói muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7419376?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7419376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7419376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7419376' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7418756</id><published>2001-11-26T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T22:11:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RITA CATITA&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa-Tóquio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.f1.yahoofs.com/users/d2bae576/bc/Mail+Attachments/F1000033.jpg?bcjdozOBEXjM3Ffc"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7418756?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7418756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7418756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7418756' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7418719</id><published>2001-11-26T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T17:31:47.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COÇA&lt;br /&gt;coça, coça, coça. Saco!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7418719?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7418719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7418719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7418719' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7408145</id><published>2001-11-26T09:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-26T09:11:12.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRISTE&lt;br /&gt;Recebi do Plínio hoje, por e-mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.59 do livro "Crianças para sempre" de Eduardo Sá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que mais dói quando estamos tristes não é sentir-se a dor, mas o medo de se ficar para sempre abandonado à tristeza à solta em nós, como se ela fosse um idioma estranho que ninguém entendesse. E, o entanto, a tristeza faz bem à saúde. Não nos dá todas as respostas mas ajuda, à boleia de uma dor, a pararmos e a pensar, e a perceber quem são as pessoas ou os sonhos antidepressivos para a nossa tristeza. Quando estamos tristes "amanhã..." é sempre longe demais. E a urgência de respostas para a nossa tristeza jamais tolera alguém que nos diga "e tu, o que achas?", porque a dor precisa de boas estrelas que transformem o escuro do sofrimento onde estamos perdidos na luz dos sonhos em que nos podemos encontrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7408145?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7408145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7408145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7408145' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7386819</id><published>2001-11-25T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T13:04:00.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAPA&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico aqui pensando no quarto branco, no frio, nos livros, onde tudo isso foi parar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7386819?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386819' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7386618</id><published>2001-11-25T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T12:50:16.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOMINGO&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes bate um desânimo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7386618?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386618' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7386556</id><published>2001-11-25T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T12:46:32.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PESADELO&lt;br /&gt;Achei que a sessão tinha acabado. Mas não. Ele andava para cima e para baixo com uma estagiária medíocre e brega que usava um chapéu horroroso. Não sabiam o meu nome. Não sabiam o meu telefone. Riam e gargalhavam. Meu corpo boiava calmo na piscina, não afundou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7386556?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386556' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7386391</id><published>2001-11-25T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T12:33:15.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHÁ&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ter cerimônia do Chá na casa da Mameha-san. Santo remédio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7386391?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386391' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7386378</id><published>2001-11-25T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T12:32:31.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DESEJOS&lt;br /&gt;Meus desejos são simples, pena que às vezes eles se apagam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7386378?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7386378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7386378' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7371526</id><published>2001-11-24T18:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T18:25:42.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHUVA&lt;br /&gt;Tomei uma chuva de pingos grossos. Há tempos não me molhava assim. Eu fui voltando para casa com os pés cheios de óleo secante escorregando no chinelo. Parece que a chuva aumentou quando entrei nas ruazinhas. Não sei se foi o barulho da água nas árvores. Só ficava pensando como o céu estaria bonito depois disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7371526?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7371526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7371526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7371526' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7371463</id><published>2001-11-24T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T18:21:57.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SALÃO&lt;br /&gt;Fui no Renata's cabeleireiros. Acho salão de bairro uma coisa uó. Tinha umas violetinhas na janela azul e a manicure passou no meu pé uma maquininha que parece um secador de cabelo com uma lixa acoplada. Nunca vi coisa igual. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7371463?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7371463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7371463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7371463' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7371408</id><published>2001-11-24T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T18:18:10.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIMPATIA&lt;br /&gt;não faz mal a ninguém. O pior de tudo - daí você vê como a coisa anda preta - é que as pessoas se surpreendem quando alguém é simpático. Já vi pessoas tornando o dia de outras muito mais felizes só em dizer "como a senhora é bonita". Tem um cara que sempre diz "ohaio" para mim quando entro no fumódromo de manhã. E é super cortês com todo mundo, seja no fumódromo, seja no elevador. Hoje, me surpreendi de novo. Fui na Merlin pegar os Lobos que eu tinha encomendado e um cara que trabalha lá me emprestou o volume um da série em inglês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7371408?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7371408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7371408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7371408' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7367593</id><published>2001-11-24T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-24T14:27:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REPETIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tinha passado o dia todo ouvindo a mesma música. Ela começou alegre, com a luz batendo na varanda e, de repente foi ficando triste, triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7367593?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7367593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7367593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7367593' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7343621</id><published>2001-11-23T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T11:23:17.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só Toddynho salva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7343621?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7343621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7343621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7343621' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7336650</id><published>2001-11-23T01:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T01:56:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COISAS TRISTES&lt;br /&gt;(mais)&lt;br /&gt;espera&lt;br /&gt;bunda&lt;br /&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;bunda&lt;br /&gt;solidão acompanhada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7336650?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7336650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7336650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7336650' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7336588</id><published>2001-11-23T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T01:55:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CENA&lt;br /&gt;Existe coisa mais triste do que sentir uma lágrima escorrendo pelo rosto com mais intensidade que o carinho que não vem? Ou do arrepio provocado pelo vento e não pelo toque?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7336588?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7336588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7336588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7336588' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7329247</id><published>2001-11-22T19:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T19:14:59.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOTOQUEIRO&lt;br /&gt;Foi comprar ingressos para a Taíssa ir na estréia de Harry Potter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanãnananãnananã (chamada a cobrar)&lt;br /&gt;- Faz meia hora que estou tentando falar com a senhora. Não sabia se é para comprar legendado ou dublado (sic).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7329247?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7329247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7329247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7329247' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7329213</id><published>2001-11-22T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-30T10:51:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BANDEJA LIMPA&lt;br /&gt;A firma está com essa campanha ridícula. E ainda por cima, distribuem panfletos com sugestões de como preservar e aproveitar melhor os alimentos, como fazer compras no supermercado e como ser bom comprador em supermercados. "A salada dura mais tempo se guardada em papel absorvente e em recipiente plástico na parte baixa da geladeira." Por que na parte baixa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7329213?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7329213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7329213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7329213' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7328518</id><published>2001-11-22T18:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T18:37:57.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TÁXI&lt;br /&gt;Dei uma carona de táxi para a Dani.&lt;br /&gt;Já entrei em motel de táxi (e livro em baixo do braço).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7328518?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7328518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7328518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7328518' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7328412</id><published>2001-11-22T18:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T18:32:56.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei duas canecas de Hello Kitty da Mari. O melhor é que tem uma micro-Kitty dentro da caneca, para você olhar para a carinha dela enquanto toma um café. Acho que vou tomar café, água, Coca-cola, chá, capuccino, tudo nessa caneca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7328412?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7328412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7328412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7328412' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7328316</id><published>2001-11-22T18:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T18:28:30.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEBOSA&lt;br /&gt;Japonês tem complexo de cabelo bem cuidado. Monótono, sem banhos de creme, sem escova, sem nada. Até que um dia passei uma tintura, passei de novo, descolori e joguei tinta em cima. Até que hoje eu cheguei no condicionador sem enxágue. Simplesmente não dá para acreditar que uma hora ele vai secar. Seca, mas continua ressecado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7328316?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7328316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7328316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7328316' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7294646</id><published>2001-11-21T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T12:21:33.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COMBINAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;guilhotinha e pastelaria&lt;br /&gt;parece que serão 500 pessoas hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bel mandou um artigo do Eugênio Bucci muito bom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;É viável ter um repórter contratado que se dedique, durante um mês inteiro, a apurar uma única história? É possível, para uma empresa que atravessa um longo período de asfixia, manter em seus quadros um jornalista que leia três livros e estude ao longo de cinco dias antes de partir para uma reportagem? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7294646?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7294646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7294646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7294646' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7293500</id><published>2001-11-21T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-21T11:25:10.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIA ESTRANHO&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro eu vejo micronotas de 5 reais espalhadas no chão da redação bem na frente do espelho. Parecia macumba. Ou um Topa Tudo por Dinheiro dos gnomos. Dpeois, eu entro em um lugar de minissaia e, bem na hora, um sujeito diz: "Alah ouviu minhas preces". Sem contar os trocentos mil caracteres que eu tenho que passar para a arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7293500?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7293500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7293500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7293500' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7278818</id><published>2001-11-20T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T20:43:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRILHA SONORA&lt;br /&gt;Por que toda vez que o Supla aparece com a Bárbara Paz na Casa dos Artistas, o fundo musical é Selim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7278818?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7278818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7278818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7278818' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7278800</id><published>2001-11-20T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T20:42:32.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FÁLICO&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava no fumódromo vendo o portfólio do gajo Pedro com um cigarro em uma mão e aquele biscoitinho de sorvete em outra. Dei um trago, uma mordida, um trago, uma mordida. Dei tanta risada comigo mesma enquanto todos os homens presentes no local desataram a falar sobre futebol. Tem pensamentos que passam na cabeça de mulheres que só podem ser compartilhados com outras mulheres. Se a Aninha estivesse no fumódromo, por exemplo, eu ia poder dizer o que estava pensando. Mas não pude compartilhar nada com ninguém naquele momento porque poderiam entender tudo errado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7278800?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7278800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7278800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7278800' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7278704</id><published>2001-11-20T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T20:37:55.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOFA&lt;br /&gt;Começou assim: &lt;br /&gt;- Ai, que fofa! &lt;br /&gt;Contei meu sonho para o Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;Não é todo dia que eu saio contando meus sonhos assim. E não é para qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;Nem meus sonhos, nem meus pesadelos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7278704?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7278704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7278704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7278704' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7268291</id><published>2001-11-20T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T13:30:23.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUMIU&lt;br /&gt;Sumiram os personagens e os fotógrafos. Acho que vou sumir também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7268291?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7268291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7268291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7268291' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058692.post-7228297</id><published>2001-11-19T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T00:34:54.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ESTICADA&lt;br /&gt;O Chiquinho e o Frederico cresceram (e continuam fofos, o Chiquinho mais do que o Fred). Será que eles serão gatos fofos para sempre ou terão uma personalidade absurda, como a maioria dos gatos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3058692-7228297?l=kikks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7228297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3058692/posts/default/7228297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikks.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7228297' title=''/><author><name>kikks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/817347704_e09e6e842e.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
