<?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-3289603</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:55:59.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VERBORRAGIA</title><subtitle type='html'>Tentativa desesperada de atingir fama, dinheiro, poder e de quebra soltar algumas bobagens sonolentas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-107211771044642024</id><published>2003-12-22T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T15:32:35.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Assim tambem nao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilizada com o apelo da Adriana, faco pelo menos mais um post "pra nao morrer morrer no quarto Bush".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao ta, tchau. O ultimo que sair apaga a luz e fecha a porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que 2004 traga mais inspiracao. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-107211771044642024?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/107211771044642024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/107211771044642024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211771044642024' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-106926365436882584</id><published>2003-11-19T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T14:43:03.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/allnews/content_objectid=13637617_method=full_siteid=50143_headline=-INSIDE%2DTHE%2DPRESIDENT%2DS%2DBEDROOM-name_page.html"&gt;No quarto do Bush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponto pro &lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk"&gt;Dailly Mirror!&lt;/a&gt;, que apesar das matérias paparazzisticas, deu essa dentro, mostrando que qualquer mané desarma o maior esquema de segurança visto desde a Segunda Grande Guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vale a pena dar uma fuçada na matéria e ver a foto em que o reporter aparece a sacada, muito trash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-106926365436882584?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106926365436882584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106926365436882584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106926365436882584' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-106926187243784728</id><published>2003-11-19T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T14:12:56.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Elevador de babel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico sim constrangida em continuar um dialogo que vinha travando com alguém quando estamos no elevador e outra pessoa entra. Corto o assunto na mesma hora. Ninguém é obrigado a ouvir nossas bobagens. Porém, disfarçar essas besteiras pensando que ninguém vai notar, ai ja é idiotice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje entrei sozinha no elevador que logo parou no quarto andar. Um casal de certa idade entra conversando e quando me vêem, continuam o animado papo, so que em FRANCES! Sem em imaginar que esta vizinha fala francês ha pelo menos uns quatro anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você me pega no supermercado?&lt;br /&gt;- Depende da demora no dentista.&lt;br /&gt;- Entao eu volto a pé!&lt;br /&gt;- Nao amor, deixa que eu te pego...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o elevador chega ao estacionamento, eles voltam a lingua patria para um “boa tarde!”. Pensei em responder em francês, mas voltei atras. Acho que vou aprender a linguagem dos sinais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-106926187243784728?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106926187243784728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106926187243784728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106926187243784728' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-106909027018527094</id><published>2003-11-17T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:33:23.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alemanha 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://histcopas.no.sapo.pt/images/cartaz_al2006.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho quatro ambiçoes de viagens pra fazer ainda nesta vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Conhecer as pirâmides do Egito;&lt;br /&gt;2. Visitar a Grécia;&lt;br /&gt;3. Assistir a uma Olimpiada mundial;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ver uma Copa do mundo in loco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas por razoes historico-literarias (culpa do Monteiro Lobato. Passei a infância sonhando com deuses, labirintos, ilhas mediterrâneas e manjares de ambrosia). Outras, puro entretenimento mesmo. Uma Olimp?ada é algo de encher os olhos: superaçao, espetaculo, emoçao. Mas é muito disperso, e depois, se confirmarem mesmo uma no Rio de Janeiro, economizo uma viagem internacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idéia é botar pra frente o plano &lt;a href="http://www.copa-do-mundo-2006.com/"&gt;Alemanha 2006&lt;/a&gt; e ver a Copa do Mundo na terra da Oktoberfest. Até la tenho que somar euros e aprender o basico de alemao, nem que seja pra perguntar: “de quem foi o gol?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pirâmides e a Grécia ficam pra depois, é o jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sabe, daqui pra la nao tiro na Sena ou me sorteiam para o show do milhao, ai podemos avaliar nossos planos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-106909027018527094?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106909027018527094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106909027018527094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909027018527094' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-106851258543125775</id><published>2003-11-10T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T22:05:12.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Começar de novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada &lt;a href="http://koltrane.blogspot.com"&gt;kolts&lt;/a&gt; por este visual lindao e a todo o pessoal que me xin.. apoiou pela volta deste blog. Valeu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando você chega aos 24 anos, alguma coisa tem que ser levada a sério ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-106851258543125775?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106851258543125775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106851258543125775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851258543125775' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-106686824881362741</id><published>2003-10-22T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:17:28.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem desculpas agora, Mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Miss K.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-106686824881362741?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106686824881362741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/106686824881362741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686824881362741' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-90213639</id><published>2003-03-06T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T00:02:46.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Instantes do carnaval by câmera digital:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mollyjonespic.kit.net/redes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O sono&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mollyjonespic.kit.net/bondinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A aventura.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-90213639?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90213639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90213639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90213639' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-90213429</id><published>2003-03-05T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:59:05.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem é o &lt;i&gt;Sempre&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De meio em meio metro percorrido na estrada a gente avistava uma propaganda do &lt;a href="www.noolhar.com/opovo/politica/230613.html"&gt;Pinheiro Landim&lt;/a&gt;. Abaixo do nome em letras laranja e verde, o simpático slogan: "o amigo de sempre". Meu pai que perde um buraco mas não perde a piada logo emenda: "Engraçado, não conhecia esse traficante chamado &lt;i&gt;Sempre&lt;/i&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-90213429?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90213429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90213429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90213429' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-90212978</id><published>2003-03-05T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:57:25.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Instantes do carnaval by câmera digital:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=280 src="http://www.mollyjonespic.kit.net/bois.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A estrada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=280 src="http://www.mollyjonespic.kit.net/linguica.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O almoço.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-90212978?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90212978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90212978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90212978' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-90212827</id><published>2003-03-05T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:47:29.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fortaleza, cidade fantasma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleza devia botar logo na cabeça que não nasceu pro carnaval. Deixa a folia com as praias, com Recife, Salvador, Carnaubal (segundo um cartaz na beira da estrada, "O melhor carnaval diurno de cachoeira da zona norte cearense"). Deixa vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maracatu é bonito, tem seu charme e história, mas não arrasta os foliões, não mesmo. Ao invés disso, assume teu lado não-carnavalesco e abre o comércio. No interior todinho estava tudo funcionando, quando se chega na capital é aquele velório. Só falta ver a bola de feno voando com o vento quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besteira Fortaleza, me ouve e sai na frente pro Carnaval 2004: "Aqui não tem trio elétrico nem mela-mela, axé ou pocotó, mas tem cinema e restaurante, pra você não ficar só"... triste ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-90212827?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90212827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90212827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90212827' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-90212103</id><published>2003-03-05T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:58:00.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Instantes do carnaval by câmera digital:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=280 src="http://www.mollyjonespic.kit.net/bar_das_almas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O bar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=280 src="http://www.mollyjonespic.kit.net/cemiterio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os fregueses.&lt;/i&gt;&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/3289603-90212103?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90212103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90212103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90212103' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-90211542</id><published>2003-03-05T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:23:31.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Varrendo o confete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval acaba e o ano começa. Vamos que vamos negrada! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-90211542?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90211542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/90211542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90211542' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-89471461</id><published>2003-02-20T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T23:55:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Aspone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum tempo atrás, quando minha mãe trabalhava no plantão gramatical (Serviço do Município de tira-dúvidas de português - 225.1979), recebeu uma ligação assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Professora, por favor, eu estava lendo o jornal hoje de manhã e falavam de mim. Mas não entendi do que me chamaram.&lt;br /&gt;- Do que te chamaram? já olhou no dicionário?&lt;br /&gt;- Olhei sim senhora, mesmo assim não encontrei o significado da palavra "Aspone".&lt;br /&gt;- Aspone... essa palavra não me é estranha, mas realmente não consta no dicionário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe antes de desligar pediu o telefone do Aspone para entrar em contato depois, caso descobrisse o que raios era aquela palavra. Em casa ela faz a pergunta ao meu pai (já ouvira essa palavra na boca dele) que responde rindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Aspone" = Assessor de Porra Nenhuma. Na certa algum foca (jornalista verde) deve ter sido orientado a fazer perguntas para um aspone. Não sabendo do que se tratatava (achou mesmo que devia ser um cargo de alguma coisa), acabou deixando escapar o adjetivo antipático no texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe retornou a ligação para o Aspone, meio sem graça, mas cumprindo o prometido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Então professora, descobriu do que me chamaram???&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, mas você não vai gostar muito de saber não... ;)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-89471461?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89471461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89471461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89471461' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-89247281</id><published>2003-02-17T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T14:00:48.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Inversão de valores:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que os coments fizeram mais sucesso que o blog novo em si ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra instalar o sistema inglês que vem com carinhas divertidas, faça como o &lt;a href="http://www.jgabrielhp.blogspot.com"&gt;Janjão&lt;/a&gt; e clique &lt;a href="http://enetation.co.uk"&gt;ici&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-89247281?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89247281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89247281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89247281' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-89091255</id><published>2003-02-14T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T11:08:00.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;De ABBA a ZWAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo de bandas ao alcance de um clique ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-89091255?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89091255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89091255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89091255' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-89038929</id><published>2003-02-13T13:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T13:34:28.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.70disco.com/images/lipps.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Won't you take me to... Funky Town!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-89038929?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89038929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89038929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89038929' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-89038506</id><published>2003-02-13T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T13:27:20.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Esquizofrenia Pós Formatura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na cola da &lt;a href="http://moshimoshi.blogspot.com"&gt;Lílis&lt;/a&gt;, eu também venho relatar meus surtos. Mas não foram turbulências sentimentais que baldearam minha cabeça, mas sim o ócio provocado pela não inserção imediata no mercado de trabalho. Ou seja, recém-formada e desempregada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASIA: Acordo às 11h, faço um Milk-Shake de Pavê (dispenso o trocadilho nada original), vou para a internet, baixo todos os jogos do Master System, baixo todas as músicas no último disco do &lt;a href="http://www.flaminglips.com"&gt;Flaming Lips&lt;/a&gt;, quase termino a saia da camponesa do meu quebra-cabeças de 1.500 peças, corto as unhas dos pés e penso em fazer natação com a Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALIDADE: A hóspede (instalada no meu quarto) pergunta que horas dou meu expediente ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-89038506?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89038506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89038506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89038506' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-89037116</id><published>2003-02-13T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T13:14:43.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;DJ deTV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu quarto tem banheiro. E por esse motivo, porque com banheiro a visita fica mais à vontade, vou dormir dois dias na companhia da minha irmã, como nos velhos (um ano?) tempos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que ela ronque. Não que meu colchão improvisado seja duro. Não que o quarto não seja aprazível (apesar de um tubarão de papel machê pendurado na parede que passa a noite olhando pra sua cara). Mas cada um gosta mesmo é do seu cantinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos numa coisa a minha irmã se garante muito. Melhor que eu mil vezes. Ela faz miséria com o controle remoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquelas horas chatas, que a entrevista se prorroga mais do que deveria, ou quando passam um gol do time rival, ou então a Carla Perez mostrando o novo penteado da fyllha?? Minha irmã saca o controle e zapt! bota num show que você queria ter gravado na época em que passou pela primeira vez. Deu intervalo? novo zapt e passamos para um documentário sobre giarafas (Adoro girafas!). O acasalamento dos animais já deu o que tinha de dar? Volta para a entrevista que acabou e a próxima será com um médium que encarna o John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é minha irmã. Não sabe a letra toda do "parabéns pra você" mas é a melhor DJ de TV do Norte e Nordeste! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-89037116?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89037116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/89037116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89037116' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3289603.post-8845718</id><published>2002-01-19T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T13:37:23.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dessa vez vai! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil vezes obrigada, &lt;a href="http://koltrane.blogspot.com"&gt;Kolts&lt;/a&gt;! Um template lindo assim dá é pena de usar! Brincadeirinha... vamos voltar ao trabalho! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3289603-8845718?l=mollyjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/8845718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3289603/posts/default/8845718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyjones.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8845718' title=''/><author><name>Mollyjones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604875446732527341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
