<?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-22825293</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:47:08.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyrls Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>My secret place for diary and naked pics</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>me</name><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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22825293.post-114916293536243546</id><published>2006-06-01T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:55:35.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Total waste of thursday</title><content type='html'>I cant believe we are already in June. It's practically summer but here it's just raining and raining. Luckily I'm not going to work today so I can stay indoor in my nice warm and DRY apartment =)&lt;br /&gt;AND not for the first time I have come across a website that has totally fixated me here in front of the computer. I KNOW it's not a good idea for me to get started on those online games with hard to solve riddles *grr* I just cant leave them alone!!&lt;br /&gt;I got tempted by the name - &lt;a href="http://cleverwasteoftime.com/levels/levelone.htm"&gt;CLEVER waste of time&lt;/a&gt; - yep you need to be clever but its still a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;So please enter at your own risk, dont come crying to me when you get addicted because I dont know how to save you&lt;br /&gt;And no Im not gonna tell you what level Im stuck at right now - that would simply be too embarrasing cause its NOT a very high level&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114916293536243546?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916293536243546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916293536243546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/06/total-waste-of-thursday.html' title='Total waste of thursday'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114916283180095765</id><published>2006-05-31T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:53:51.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock in a box</title><content type='html'>I am sllloooowly turning into a human again after last night's school meeting that turned me into a zombie. I really dont see why its so important that we dont miss those meetings *sigh* oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm going out with the married man. Just for a cup of coffee in a café or something like that in the afternoon. Pretty harmless but I think it's a big thing for him he gave me all kinds of instructions because he's so afraid to get caught so if we meet someone he knows I'll have to pretend it's a business meeting hehehe... but that's okay, I like to live my life dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and I know for sure that he needs to be home at dinner time. It's almost like dating a 10 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found something funny today - a man tries to sell his wife's box on ebay because his cock wont fit in - &lt;a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2006/03/31/ebay_box_sale/"&gt;read it here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today - take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114916283180095765?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916283180095765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916283180095765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/cock-in-box.html' title='Cock in a box'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114916266859994491</id><published>2006-05-30T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:51:08.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>Tonight (in one hour from now) I'm leaving for a meeting at my school - just some boring stuff about school structure or something like that. So I'm kind of in a hurry because I need to eat before I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big happened today anyway. I still get emails from the married man from work - he asked me if I wanted to drink a cup of coffee with him one day... I think I'll say yes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now - sorry for the short update - see ya tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114916266859994491?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916266859994491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916266859994491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114916260367927005</id><published>2006-05-29T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:50:03.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot of attention from the married man</title><content type='html'>I got myself a married "admirer" this weekend hehehe  Yep its the man from work that I mentioned in my last entry, he who picked me up and brought me home again when I went to the bowling/eating/party arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exactly as I thought, he's married and I think he's just bored at home and wants a little exitement. So I get a lot of attention from him now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say we didn't do anything - no kissing or any of that... he was such a gentleman saturday because he could have easily taken advantage of me, I got too much to drink so I was an easy "victim" (I get so horny when I'm drunk) but he just drove me home and got me inside and... hehehe this is so funny... he struggled with my boots for a long time to get them off  I really hate those boots they get sort of "sticky" and impossible to get off. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sunday he sent me several very sweet emails to hear if I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today at work he found excuses to come to my office all the time... it's almost too much  but also very flattering. If he continues it will be noticed by others at work so I hope he will turn it down just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know what to do about it - or IF I should do anything about it. It's nice to get attention and as long as it is so innocent I guess its okay. Maybe he wants some kind of secret lover? Maybe that would be okay with me... well lets see, things havent developed to that yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114916260367927005?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916260367927005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916260367927005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/lot-of-attention-from-married-man.html' title='Lot of attention from the married man'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114916251224455836</id><published>2006-05-27T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:48:32.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun evening with Susan</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a great evening yesterday and it got so late that I didnt get back to do updates - but I'll do a huuuuge one today - promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned yesterday I suddenly got a phone call from a friend (her name is Susan). So she came over and I made my world famous tomato soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mate Marie was at her boyfriends house (as usual) so it was just me and Susan. I had'nt seen her for 4-5 months so we had a lot to talk about... and it was sooo nice - a real girly gossip evening  and she brought a bottle of wine but I only drank one glass because I know I'll probably get a lot to drink tonight when I'm out bowling and partying with people from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finished with my huuuge saturday update I will get ready for tonight. Still havent figured out what to wear - maybe a dress that is not too short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining right now but luckily a man I work with promised to come and pick me up. Hmm - actually I got an email from him an hour ago, I have a feeling he is more than just friendly interested in me... but I also think he is married - well I havent asked him so I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know tomorrow or monday (depending on how wasted I am) how things went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114916251224455836?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916251224455836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916251224455836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/fun-evening-with-susan.html' title='Fun evening with Susan'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114916241973539791</id><published>2006-05-26T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:46:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans</title><content type='html'>Oooh, I just came home from a little walk and expected to have all evening to do updates and answer emails etc etc but then a friend of mine called and invited herself over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BIG change of plans. If she leaves early I'll do updates when she's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even promised to make us something to eat - uh-oh what to do? Hmm my head is empty... maybe tomato soup? One of the few things I know how to make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have a nice evening all you lovely people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114916241973539791?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916241973539791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114916241973539791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858998619484599</id><published>2006-05-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:46:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my dirty secrets</title><content type='html'>Today has been exactly as planned. The plan was "nothing" and that's what happened so far&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even bother to get dressed and comb my hair - I have very long hair and it really looks like a mess right now - and together with the oversized Tshirt I slept in... well.. lets just say that if someone knocks on my door I'll pretend no one is home.&lt;br /&gt;Todays secret thoughts: Sometimes I want to meet with a strangers who pays me to have sex with him. We will go to a hotel room and I'll have to do all he asks me to because he "bought" me.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldnt ask for my name or have any interest in my person, I would only be someone he wants to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;The whole situation would be pretty humiliating for me - I would have to accept all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;That's one of my "dark secrets" - I always get horny when I think of it. I cant tell anyone except here. If I told this to Marie or other of my friends they would probably tell me I'm sick - maybe I am, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;And the even darker secret is that I often want to live it out, I dont want it to be just a fantasy... scary, huh? But I'm not sure if I dare to do it. Could be dangerous. But still I find it tempting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858998619484599?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858998619484599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858998619484599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-my-dirty-secrets.html' title='One of my dirty secrets'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858994252900327</id><published>2006-05-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:45:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna webcam chat again</title><content type='html'>Oh my I got a pleasant surprise today! I TOTALLY forgot that I'm not going to work tomorrow and friday *yayy*! Now I can really gather all my strength and energy and let it EXPLODE saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmh! Two whole days all to myself now =)&lt;br /&gt;Marie still has the same boyfriend, it feels like they've been dating for a looong time now... good for her but sometimes boring for me. We are room mates but I hardly ever see her between work and parties and dating. Sometimes I miss "the good old days" when I was secretly attracted to her - and when we began sleeping in the same bed. We still do when she is here but it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I have Belle (my cat) to keep me company. Sometimes I miss having a boyfriend though *sigh* but I'm sure if I got one I would miss being single.&lt;br /&gt;Last couple of weeks I've been chatting (on the internet) when I needed a little "human contact" and I even consider finding my old webcam again, I think I never unpacked it last time I moved, it's probably still in a box somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;If I get bored tomorrow I'll look for it. Two years ago I couldnt live without it - I used it almost daily and I could chat and cam with hot guys for hours  why did I ever give up such a healthy interest? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just remember that I actually used my webcam a bit here too! Hmm then it must be somewhere hidden in all my mess =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858994252900327?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858994252900327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858994252900327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanna-webcam-chat-again.html' title='I wanna webcam chat again'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858987684477985</id><published>2006-05-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:44:36.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty movies</title><content type='html'>I'm at work, it's my lunch break now and I'm just sitting here... I spoke to a guy who is also going to the bowling thing saturday, he seemed nice =) it's a good way to get to know people in the company. He even offered to pick me up and drive me home again!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what to wear. Bowling and eating and party... I dont even remember how to bowl but I guess that a REALLY short skirt could get too revealing when I bowl... would be embarrasing&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw I got messages from some of you who wanted to know about my dark side... hehehe... I mentioned the other day that I have a secret dark side. I'll tell ya soon&lt;br /&gt;I also got a few requests to post more movies, so here's a little I found: &lt;a href="http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Shake-Your-Booty.html"&gt;Shake your booty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Video-Zoom-Rules.html"&gt;Busted!&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Bouncy-Girl.html"&gt;Bouncy girl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Nice-Ass-Webcam-Girl.html"&gt;webcam ass&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Big-Boob-Car-Wash.html"&gt;Big boobs car wash&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Peaking-on-Girls.html"&gt;Peeking on girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like them =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858987684477985?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858987684477985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858987684477985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/naughty-movies.html' title='Naughty movies'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858984348526542</id><published>2006-05-22T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:44:03.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever learn</title><content type='html'>Dont ask me how I survived this monday at work. It was probably an overdoze of coffee that gave me a little bit of energy. But HALLELUJA I made it &lt;br /&gt;The party saturday (well not the party but the hang over) really made me feel old - not &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/3050017.stm"&gt;THIS old&lt;/a&gt; though, hehe - but still - it's not good when I have to use several days to get normal again.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems I havent even learned my lesson because today at work I said yes to a party next saturday. I think I mentioned it before, there's a "party list" at work, like a group of people who go out together - and I'm on the list and saturday they're going out to eat and bowl and dance.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to live extremely healthy this week and get plenty of sleep - then maybe I'll survive it. And dont remind me of the "never again" promise I made to myself yesterday *sigh* yeah it's embarrasing that I change my mind so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858984348526542?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858984348526542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858984348526542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-i-ever-learn.html' title='Will I ever learn'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858971557542053</id><published>2006-05-21T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:42:14.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild party and I need sleep</title><content type='html'>I have got to stop drinking so much! Just the thought of beer makes me sick today! The birthday party I went to yesterday was wild, everyone drank too much, there was broken glass everywhere on the floor, at least 4 girls got sich (luckily not me) hmm and I dont remember everything clearly... I guess it looked a little like &lt;a href="http://www.turnto10.com/news/9237767/detail.html?taf=pro#"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; when the party ended&lt;br /&gt;So my promise to myself: never again.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sleep now but I'll have to wash some clothes first. And early tomorrow I'm going to work again *sigh* so no more update today, I've got too much to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858971557542053?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858971557542053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858971557542053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/wild-party-and-i-need-sleep.html' title='Wild party and I need sleep'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858964261661801</id><published>2006-05-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:40:42.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets and confessions</title><content type='html'>Yeah I survived study group yesterday! Now I need to read the book we were supposed to discuss yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And I HAVE been reading for at least an hour now! But not in the book. I found something much more interesting - I came across a blog about secrets and confessions and I found out there are lots of them! And it's really entertaining to read. Makes me so happy to know I'm not the only one who has secrets, do stupid things, do forbidden things etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;So if you have an hour or more to kill then have a look at these links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grouphug.us/"&gt;Group Hug&lt;/a&gt; - mostly short stories and comments, seems like a good place if ya just wanna let out some steam. Lots of funny little secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestoriesyoucannottell.blogspot.com/"&gt;The stories you cannot tell&lt;/a&gt; - this site has some pretty long detailed stories, very amusing to see how honest people are when they are protected by anonymity, also lots of really hot sexrelated stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt; - a mix of art and confessions, very special site and it has won some blog awards.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I find it so interesting to read other peoples stories. Maybe it's just like I mentioned before nice to know other people have secrets too. Peoples dark sides have always fascinated me and I guess I'm not alone on that, or else those websites would've never existed.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of dark sides - I've had some thoughts lately that I guess come from a dark side of me... haven't mentioned it here before and I'll not write it today, but I'll think about how to write it soon... hmm wow I do sound very mysterious today, huh?&lt;br /&gt;And now the week-end is near! I'm going to a friends birthday party tomorrow and probably get drunk! Maybe show some dark sides hehehe! I'll be back saturday or sunday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858964261661801?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858964261661801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858964261661801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/secrets-and-confessions.html' title='Secrets and confessions'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858957790033659</id><published>2006-05-18T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:39:37.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid study group</title><content type='html'>Oh man I'm going to a study group meeting tonight. Actually I'm going in half an hour *sigh* And I cannot skip it, I did that last time with some lame excuse...&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I havent had time to read the book we're going to discuss - when I try I fall asleep. So I'll have to improvise  It's terrible, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858957790033659?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858957790033659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858957790033659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-study-group.html' title='Stupid study group'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858953099864984</id><published>2006-05-17T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:38:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this</title><content type='html'>Just a little "shout out": Do you guys and girls remember to check my &lt;a href="http://www.gyrls.com/own-galleries.php"&gt;Own Galleries&lt;/a&gt; regularly? I do update that site almost daily, all galleries are made by myself - remember there ain't much fun in making new galleries all the time if you people dont know where they are, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work right now and a bit bored. An hour ago the phone rang continuously but now everything is silent - maybe everyone went to lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, for those curious souls who read my diary entry yesterday: I still havent tried to use my electric tooth brush as a sex toy. I went to the bath room and held it in my hand but I just couldn't do it... it seemed sooo weird  maybe I need to get more used to the thought first...&lt;br /&gt;IF I ever get used to the thought I will probably use it outside on my panties and just let it vibrate through my panties. See! I already got it all planned  now I only need to get over myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I will leave you, my turn to eat lunch - see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858953099864984?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858953099864984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858953099864984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/remember-this.html' title='Remember this'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114858943657457814</id><published>2006-05-16T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:37:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex toy test</title><content type='html'>Hahaha oh I got so humiliated today! I took an online test: "Sex toy or baby toy?" and I did really REALLY bad! Only 5 correct answers out of 15.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: "You fail. Stay out of the bedroom. Not to mention the nursery"&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible?? - I thought I knew all there is to know about sex toys - but I guess not, so I'll have to keep studying&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna beat my lousy test result you can do it &lt;a href="http://www.homemade-sex-toys.com/quiz1/"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm and it seems there are more interesting things on that site... just look at these &lt;a href="http://www.homemade-sex-toys.com/toothbrush/index.html"&gt;toothbrush confessions&lt;/a&gt; ... whoa... now I feel even more stupid! I had NO idea that so many women use their electric toothbrush as a sex toy! My God I still have much to learn...&lt;br /&gt;And right now I actually consider trying it out myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114858943657457814?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858943657457814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114858943657457814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/sex-toy-test.html' title='Sex toy test'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114769289325476769</id><published>2006-05-15T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:35:37.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckingmachines and hentai porn</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find sites that are not really appropriate to show on a babelog like this - and no I do NOT mean sites with animal babies&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I just keep those "inappropriate links" to myself. But today my plan is to make things a little different... (evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;So I have to sites I like that are not really "babelog material". The first one I have actually mentioned before some time ago, it's extremely hardcore and I guess you will either love it or hate it. It's the fuckingmachines site! I personally can't get enough of it so here are a couple of new movie galleries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://promo.fuckingmachines.com/m/7771/3512/v/13/h/m"&gt;3 girls fuck eachother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://promo.fuckingmachines.com/m/7771/3557/v/7/h/m"&gt;Alone on the floor with a machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next site is not as extreme - some would even say it's not a real porn site but I dont care, I like it =) It's a hentai site and here are two movie galleries that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.acmeporn.com/132/?nats=MTY1NzoyOjI2"&gt;Tied up girl gets groped&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.acmeporn.com/129/?nats=MTY1NzoyOjI2"&gt;Old man fingers young girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was todays extremely unusual input from me - I hope it didnt leave you scarred for life ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114769289325476769?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114769289325476769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114769289325476769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuckingmachines-and-hentai-porn.html' title='Fuckingmachines and hentai porn'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114769283671648828</id><published>2006-05-14T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:33:56.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New batteries for my toys</title><content type='html'>I skipped my diary entry yesterday - simply because of lazyness. I'm so terribly lazy that I cant even come up with a decent excuse - "The dog ate it" is not working anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out and bought new batteries for my toys - and of course I had to test if they worked okay - heh heh - luckily they did so I stayed in bed most of the afternoon trying out new combinations...&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of nice ways to use them but right now I actually prefer to use just one, a red vibrating dildo that is kind of soft but also a little hard. It's also the most silent of them.&lt;br /&gt;I dont use it so much for penetration but more on the outside around my clit. If I put it directly on my clit I can get an orgasm in like 10 seconds but mostly I dont do it so quickly - its better to drag it out a little =)&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm getting horny again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114769283671648828?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114769283671648828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114769283671648828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-batteries-for-my-toys.html' title='New batteries for my toys'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743060677025473</id><published>2006-05-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:43:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by the air condition</title><content type='html'>Hahaha I'm at work right now and I feel so stupid! In my diary entry yesterday I complained about how terribly hot it was in my office (I sit alone in a small room with a big window).&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I came back the first thing I notice is a box on the wall behind the door. Guess what? It's an air condition! And guess what? I turned it on and now the temperature is perfect. I am SO happy that I didn't tell anyone about my hot office, that would have been embarrasing&lt;br /&gt;So now there's no reason to sit and work dressed in a bikini - I need another excuse to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yesterdays terrible headacke is gone too *phew* Marie was so sweet and massaged my neck and my back for a looong time last night in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly my pain disappeared and was replaced by feeling horny. There is still something special by being touched by another girl, it feels different than when a guy does it.&lt;br /&gt;After the massage we kissed a little and then we fell asleep close together - that was nice =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743060677025473?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743060677025473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743060677025473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/saved-by-air-condition.html' title='Saved by the air condition'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743054293793934</id><published>2006-05-10T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:42:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awfully hot</title><content type='html'>Today at work was awful. It was SO hot. Who ever designed that office building didn't realize how terribly hot it is to sit behind a very big window with the sun burning *grr*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go to work tomorrow dressed in bikini just to make my point?&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I need to do something about it because now - many hours after I came home - my head feels like it's gonna explode!! Maybe the sun has boiled my brain!&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing so many problems I have with the sun these days - boiling brain, sun burn etc etc - but I still love it&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing for me right now is to sit here and relax and get finished with my updates and then go to bed early.Oh, and I told Marie and she felt so sorry for me so she's promised to give me a massage =)&lt;br /&gt;I cross my fingers for rain tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743054293793934?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743054293793934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743054293793934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/awfully-hot.html' title='Awfully hot'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743048654689995</id><published>2006-05-09T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:41:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About sunburn, bikini and perfect water</title><content type='html'>Hmm! I forgot one little - but very important - detail yesterday at the beach. I forgot that I dont get a tan - I get RED!&lt;br /&gt;I have SUCH a sun burn. It's really terrible and I feel stupid, luckily I can laugh at my own stupidity  and how can I forget it every year?&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the only thing I forget. Every year I realise summer is coming and I see a flower and I pick it and I wanna smell it and I inhaaaale and... then I can sneeze for days  my nose gets totally destroyed - dunno why I make the same mistakes again and again, I get so happy because the weather is so great and then all thoughts leave my head I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that we had a very nice trip to the beach. We arrived late in the afternoon just as most people were heading home to eat. But the sun was still there (ooh sun burn) and the water was just perfect! So I had a swin for the first time this year.&lt;br /&gt;And I flashed my new bikini and my body - though I still feel like I need to get in better shape... it's a never ending fight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743048654689995?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743048654689995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743048654689995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/about-sunburn-bikini-and-perfect-water.html' title='About sunburn, bikini and perfect water'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743039033338237</id><published>2006-05-08T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:39:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the beach</title><content type='html'>Wehaa! In a moment I'm going for an afternoon trip to a beach! It'll take us about 30 minutes in car and I'm going with Marie and her boyfriend and his friend (yep the guy I fucked with heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;Sooo I'm in a hurry now - just need to pack my bikini and a towel and stuff then I'm gone =)&lt;br /&gt;And dont worry, all my weekend negativity is totally gone  AND when I return tonight - hopefully with a nice tan - I'll throw in some new galleries for ya all!&lt;br /&gt;SO! Marie is consistantly knocking at my door so I better get moving - I wish you all a super duper sunny day!!&lt;br /&gt;Biiig hugs and kiss from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743039033338237?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743039033338237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743039033338237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-to-beach.html' title='Going to the beach'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743033118308909</id><published>2006-05-07T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:38:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring update</title><content type='html'>Oooh it did not turn out to be the great weekend I had hoped for =(&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (saturday) I wasn't myself all day. I was so tired, headacke, actually my whole body felt strange, maybe I ate something that made me sick? I tried to sleep but couldn't *sigh* what a waste of saturday.&lt;br /&gt;But today I already feel much better, only a little tired...&lt;br /&gt;I must pull myself together now and go out to buy some food, and then maybe rest a bit, and after that I'll do a gallery update at my sites =)&lt;br /&gt;I just opened a window and found out how nice the weather is - and it sounds like there are 1000's of birds right outside...&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the end of todays boring update, I hope it will be more positive tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743033118308909?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743033118308909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743033118308909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring-update.html' title='Boring update'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743026194102257</id><published>2006-05-05T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:37:41.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy friday</title><content type='html'>Today is a happy day, it's friday and the sun is shining! And I can't stop smiling because everything is so great =)&lt;br /&gt;I got some funny links first:&lt;br /&gt;Look at this &lt;a href="http://www.flyingbeds.com/14.Euro_BunkBed/Euro-ComputerBed.htm"&gt;computer bed&lt;/a&gt; - pretty sweet! Could save a lot of people a lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;And here's a COOL guy - his hair is just &lt;a href="http://www.2xfun.de/view.php?file=3324&amp;foreign_layerads_id=11056&amp;amp;foreign_layerads_subid=2xfun2#item"&gt;so funny!&lt;/a&gt; Excellent idea!&lt;br /&gt;So do any of you have exiting plans for the weekend? I'm not really sure myself... maybe it's going to be yet another "way too drunk and easy to fuck" weekend OR the opposite - if I stay home.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like partying so I think I'll go for the first choice.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... when you look at my sex life things have really changed lately. After a long period of time where I didn't have much body contact with others than Marie, it's now emproving - I have been with some really cute guys and I totally like it!&lt;br /&gt;This is excactly the way I want it to be, it's not too serious and complicated, and I'm getting better and better at telling men what I want so we avoid misunderstandings =)&lt;br /&gt;So I'm very happy with my life right now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743026194102257?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743026194102257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743026194102257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-friday.html' title='Happy friday'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743019520405484</id><published>2006-05-04T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:36:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had GREAT sex</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning and I got fucked all night, heh heh! I woke up about an hour ago and was in panic for 5 seconds SHIT! I'M LATE FOR WORK! Then I remembered I had the day off because I worked so much last week.&lt;br /&gt;And THEN I remembered how great last night was...&lt;br /&gt;First when he came I was a little surprised. He looked so much younger than I remembered. It's sometimes a big difference to see people in bright light.&lt;br /&gt;Still he was very cute =)&lt;br /&gt;And as long as we didnt talk too much we got along just fine  We went directly into the bedroom and started kissing - I had been horny for hours so I saw no reason to drag it out.&lt;br /&gt;First he was a bit shy and very gentle so I had to tell him I wouldn't break if he fucked me harder - That's the good thing about young guys they are mostly very willing to learn&lt;br /&gt;So he did it MUCH harder and he could just go on and on... and when he was finished he only needed 2 minutes rest then he was ready again! My God what an energy he had! But I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 "rounds" we slept a little and then I woke up to the wonderful feeling of his tongue licking my pussy... he might be young but he was already a good lover! He licked me just right and had two fingers inside of me and I came so hard!&lt;br /&gt;Then he fucked me again and this time I could feel he didn't have much strength left - I too was totally wasted. And after that he had to leave cause he was going to work only a few hours later. Poor him. I stayed in bed feeling sooo fine and satishfied =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743019520405484?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743019520405484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743019520405484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-great-sex.html' title='I had GREAT sex'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114743005733986085</id><published>2006-05-03T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:34:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty talk from work</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'll have to do my updates from work today again, cause I'm busy tonight... busy with having sex hopefully&lt;br /&gt;When I come home from work I need to get ready for the evening. Need to do some cleaning so he doesn't discover how messy I am - none of his business  and I need to shower, do something with my hair (total bad hair day), do my make-up etc etc and have a little bit of wine before he comes so I can loosen up...&lt;br /&gt;I told Marie that I get company tonight and she decided she might as well spend the night at her boyfriends place when she's off from work. Then I can have our place to myself, great! As soon as my "sex date" has arrived I can lock the door and abuse him - muhahaha! (naah dont worry, I'll be good - or bad - whatever he likes )&lt;br /&gt;So there, no more dirty talk. I'm at work and it's not a good place for me to get horny. I'll finish off now, see ya tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114743005733986085?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743005733986085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114743005733986085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/dirty-talk-from-work.html' title='Dirty talk from work'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742997797287626</id><published>2006-05-02T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:32:57.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He did call me</title><content type='html'>Guess who called me today... the guy I met saturday and kissed and danced with all night =) First he called me two times while I was at work (but I didnt answer the phone) then he left a couple messages... and when I came home he called me again and I finally had a chance to answer.&lt;br /&gt;I know already that we don't have much in common. So it was a little... hmm... not very easy to talk on the phone - only thing we both want is sex (not phonesex ) I don't really care what happens in his life and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way with me. So our conversation was short, we planned to meet here tomorrow evening (marie is working late).&lt;br /&gt;Heh, right now I don't remember his face... but I can still recall how his body felt like. Oh well it was dark and stuff... if his face looks stupid I'll just turn off the light tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I have this really short dress, I must have been drunk or something when I bought it because I would never show myself outside in it, it's more like some kind of silky underwear, very sheer and short and sexy (it's white), I could wear it tomorrow when he comes... and "forget" to wear panties. No reason to wear ten pieces of clothes when he just wants to pull it off me again. Sometimes I am just so genious ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742997797287626?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742997797287626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742997797287626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-did-call-me.html' title='He did call me'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742988952681792</id><published>2006-05-01T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:31:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy weekend</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I only made a tiny gallery update this weekend but things were so hectic. Thank God I don't have to go to work today cause I've got so many loose ends I need to finish today.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I met with two friends and we had a strange evening. I must admit I think I am beginning to "grow away" from some of my old friends... or maybe we are all just beginning to grow up in different directions. It was like I didn't have so much in common with them and it was difficult to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;One of them wanted to get married and she talked for hours about how she could convince her boyfriend that it was a great idea. Marriage... to me it sounds like the worst idea ever  but I was polite and kept my mouth shut. And that was what I did many times that evening to avoid arguments.&lt;br /&gt;And the next day at my Mum's house I did it again (kept my mouth shut) cause she also has some stupid opinions about things. *grrr*! Now she has the idea that I must be sick, or I LOOK sick. But I was just tired after my saturday night out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it got LATE saturday, very late. My plan was to go out with my two friends but they wanted to go home early - probably to talk some more about marriage or whatever - so I continued on my own. I was drunk and not the least bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;I danced with 5 or 6 guys and then found one I liked.. a real cute looking one but very young, atleast a couple years younger than me, but he was a good kisser  he asked me if he could come home with me but I said no... then we danced some more and his hands were everywhere even under my clothes but it was nice =) and I did the same with him, oh my he had a great body!&lt;br /&gt;I think we kept on like that for hours and I could feel the poor boy just wanted to fuck me but I was so drunk and so tired. In the end I told him to call me and then I went home, it was sunday morning and I felt sooo wasted. I knew I was going to visit my Mum later and that made me feel even worse  oh I felt so sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;If he actually does call me (I doubt that he does) then I think I'll tell him to come and visit me and we can have sex. Hmm right now I hope he does cause I am so horny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742988952681792?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742988952681792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742988952681792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My busy weekend'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742967786213970</id><published>2006-04-28T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:27:57.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO relieved - and still horny</title><content type='html'>I just came home from the dentist - SO happy and SO relieved! My teeth were perfect, only complaint he had was that maybe I brushed them a little too hard *PHEWWW*&lt;br /&gt;And on my way out from the dentist my cellphone rang, it was my Mum. She invited me over to dinner sunday evening and I was in such a good mood that I said yes, but now I already regret it.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been better to use all sunday on recovering (because I plan to get sooo drunk saturday) but I guess I'll have to be fully recovered before 5pm sunday then.&lt;br /&gt;My door is open right now (I'm in my own room) and I just saw Marie on her way to the bathroom. She was only wearing a sheer top and nothing under and her tits were really bouncing and I got this instant hot feeling inside... I get horny so easy these days! I can feel it in all my body, my pussy starts to tickle and my nipples get erect just seeing Marie walk by...&lt;br /&gt;And I know that when I get a little to drink - one or two glasses of wine for example - then all my feelings get 10 times as strong, and I get 10 times as courageous, and my selfcontrol decreases... uh-oh!&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to two of my good friends (girls) that I havent seen for months and we arranged to first meet and drink a little and then go out and see what's happening in town... not today but tomorrow - OH I look so much forward to it! I dont know how much time I have for updates this weekend but I'll do my best =)&lt;br /&gt;*KISSES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742967786213970?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742967786213970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742967786213970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-relieved-and-still-horny.html' title='SO relieved - and still horny'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742959858868886</id><published>2006-04-27T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:26:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of girls</title><content type='html'>Ah shit I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. I tried my best to forget it but I think it's best NOT to chicken out, already tried that and it just makes me feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;There's never anything wrong with my teeth but like many others I still have this little fear... even in my dreams I can have it - like I have this special dream/nightmare again and again where I am going to the dentist and when I'm in his chair I suddenly remember that there's ONE tooth I completely forgot to brush for months  so crazy... and it always makes me panic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I'm done at the dentist I have WEEKEND - and its a long one this time cause monday I have the whole day off too =) Mmmh! Maybe it's about time I get drunk and go out with some girlfriends? It's been so long since I saw most of my friends - except for Marie ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;And really... I could use someone to kiss on =) so if I could find one - male or female - that would be great! I still prefer men but lately my thoughts have been more and more on girls too... not only Marie but other girls - girls I see on the street, internet models, even a few girls at work! Maybe I'm ready to take the jump soon and try one more girl?&lt;br /&gt;I think that IF I decide to do something with another girl besides Marie it will ONLY be kissing... and maybe a little touching outside of her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;That was all from me today, be happy and behave =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742959858868886?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742959858868886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742959858868886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/thoughts-of-girls.html' title='Thoughts of girls'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742919674983883</id><published>2006-04-26T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:19:56.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting per instinct</title><content type='html'>I wonder if people notice how much I flirt. Hmm yeah maybe a strange thing to wonder about. It's just that today I noticed it myself, God damn I flirt with almost EVERY man I talk to! I simply do it per instinct  helllp I cant stop it!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I'm close to a man it begins! I try to get eyecontact, smile, show some leg or cleavage "by mistake" etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;And it gives me such a kick to do it - atleast when I feel it gets noticed, heh heh =)&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I guess it would be a little embarrasing if everyone thought of me as "That girl who flirts all the time".&lt;br /&gt;Now that I started at my new job I'm suddenly getting aware of all my flirting... there are sooo many goodlooking men at work! My flirt adrenaline is pumping all the time&lt;br /&gt;O well, it's pretty harmless I guess. And I think it makes men happy. And it makes ME happy =)&lt;br /&gt;So now I gotta go for a little while, wednesday night is my best TV night with 3 series I just NEED to watch - I'll do a gallery update when I'm finished watching TV =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742919674983883?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742919674983883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742919674983883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/flirting-per-instinct.html' title='Flirting per instinct'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742912554365895</id><published>2006-04-25T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:18:45.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices can be sexy</title><content type='html'>Heyyy! Once again I do my update from my little office at work. It's perfect! Maybe I should do that every day... it's much more fun than just staring at an empty wall that's for sure. Oh, and I did find a little chocolate hidden behind some books - pretty funny that she hides her candy  but she'll have to do it better next time if she doesn't want ME to find it, heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any paperwork to do today so all I do is answer the phone. And it's not ringing all the time but I've been told to stay so I'll do that. It's interesting how a lot of people sound very sexy on the phone.. like they have really sexy voices... or maybe it's just because I'm horny and bored and want something interesting to happen?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it just so happens that a lot of sexy men call me? Yep, I'll stick to that version, makes my job much more exiting&lt;br /&gt;Today I wear one of my semi short skirts for the first time this year. It's getting more and more sunny so I don't see any reason to hide my legs away anymore. In a moment it's lunch break, most of us sit outside and eat when the weather is warm enough so I think I'll go out there now and flash my legs a little... it's the only chance I have cause right here they're just hidden away under my table.&lt;br /&gt;Later (when I come home) I'll do a biiig gallery update, so stay close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742912554365895?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742912554365895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742912554365895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/voices-can-be-sexy.html' title='Voices can be sexy'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742902775235212</id><published>2006-04-23T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:17:07.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult sites and porn addiction</title><content type='html'>Still a tiny bit left of my sunday evening. Honestly this has been one of my more lazy weekends, I've done nothing but relaxing and watching TV and surfing dirty websites&lt;br /&gt;So there's not much new to tell from my life.&lt;br /&gt;And for those who fear that I am developing a porn addiction from surfing all those adult websites - you can &lt;a href="http://freespeechcoalition.com/dan_linz.htm"&gt;read here&lt;/a&gt; - apparently there is no such thing as a porn addiction - *phew*!  yeah yeah I know probably no one wants to read it but just jump to "conclusion" then and read the first 2-3 lines =) (and then watch some porn, heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh tomorrow it's back to work in my little office so I better get some sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742902775235212?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742902775235212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742902775235212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/adult-sites-and-porn-addiction.html' title='Adult sites and porn addiction'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114742894038921114</id><published>2006-04-22T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T03:15:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some funny old posts</title><content type='html'>I was looking through some old posts at my other blog today - and came across some really funny pictures I posted over a year ago. I had totally forgotten all about them but I dont think it will harm to bring em back to life - &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/swedishgyrl/225552708/item.html"&gt;look and laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really gonna write anything today cause I'm so tired that I keep pressing the wrong letters so I think it's best if I just finish my update and then go to bed - what a terrible state to be in on a saturday night  but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;*BIG goodnight kiss to ya all*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114742894038921114?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742894038921114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114742894038921114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-some-funny-old-posts.html' title='Just some funny old posts'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564134112788163</id><published>2006-04-21T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:42:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting turned on again</title><content type='html'>It's friday afternoon here and my weekend has officially started! This time I really need it - I'm so wasted... I need to sleep for like 20 hours!&lt;br /&gt;But first some updates&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting blog to follow - it's called &lt;a href="http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/"&gt;"One red paperclip"&lt;/a&gt; - The author started out with a red paperclip and then he traded it to something else and continued to trade for bigger and bigger things. His goal is... hold on... to get a HOUSE! And I'm sure he'll succeed one day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you have got to check out my latest gallery at my teen blog - &lt;a href="http://www.theteenblog.com/Val-Is-Naked-In-The-Train.php"&gt;Val is naked on the train&lt;/a&gt; - her body is sooo beautiful =)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't forget about that evening when Marie and I were both masturbating in bed... it's not easy to describe how it felt but believe me it was VERY much a turn on! The sound of her breathing and little moans... and knowing she was listening to MY breathing and moans... oh my God I'm getting horny again!&lt;br /&gt;And then I think it's funny how we keep it to ourselves so much that we dont even talk about it when we are alone... like we both think it's a bit embarrasing...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for my part I still can't believe I actually do something like this with another girl. And when I dont say it out loud and only do it when it's dark then it's almost like if it's just a fantasy. Sounds crazy, I know. But I like it that way =)&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a happy weekend, see ya again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564134112788163?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564134112788163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564134112788163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-turned-on-again.html' title='Getting turned on again'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564115619954796</id><published>2006-04-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:39:16.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own little office</title><content type='html'>Heh, today I'm updating my site FROM WORK! - I know it's a bit risky but I'm allowed to use the computer for private purposes so I guess it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's been big changes - I'm sitting in "my own" little office. I am answering the phone and doing some boooring paper work for a woman who is sick.&lt;br /&gt;It all began yesterday when she called in sick. Well she is pregnant and there were some complications so she had to relax and stay in bed for at least a week. And I was the only available person to answer her phone etc etc. Then today when I got here I was told I did such a good job yesterday that they wanted me to stay working in her office untill she returns.&lt;br /&gt;That means doing what I'm best at: Talking on the phone (heh heh), doing some computer work and paper work, and at times just staring at the wall when there's nothing to do - like now. So I only try to make the best of my spare time =)&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait with the gallery updates untill I come home, if someone can trace where I surf it's better to leave as few traces as possible&lt;br /&gt;And when I have finished writing I'll see if the woman who usually sits here has some candy hidden somewhere... she MUST have, what else is there to do besides eating candy when you sit all alone in this office?&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564115619954796?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564115619954796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564115619954796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-own-little-office.html' title='My own little office'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564108799745291</id><published>2006-04-19T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:38:07.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give them orders</title><content type='html'>Hi there! =) Not much new to tell today, been to work and after that I tried to catch up on some homework *boring*&lt;br /&gt;But I have a funny link, once again one of those "tell the girls what to do" sites - try it out &lt;a href="http://c.oneofthelads.com/carwash.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - and here some of the words I've tried out: kiss, spank, massage, get dirty, dance, limbo, wet, blowjob, legs... find more yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564108799745291?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564108799745291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564108799745291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/give-them-orders.html' title='Give them orders'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564102429910397</id><published>2006-04-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:37:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double masturbation</title><content type='html'>I bet all those who read my entry yesterday wanna know if I had a good time with Marie last night... heh heh! Well we had a super time =) She came home and I gave her the chocolate bunny and she was SO happy and I got a biiiig hug.&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later we were in bed, first we talked, she told me a little about what kind of sex she had with her boyfriend... and she told me he's still VERY much interested in what she is doing with me - but I guess most guys are very interested in girls having sex&lt;br /&gt;The sex talk made us both horny and we started touching eachothers breasts... she wanted me to tell about what I did with Peter and I told her about the sex adventure we had outside sunday.&lt;br /&gt;We kept on kissing and touching eachother and somehow we both started masturbating (on ourselves) it was very arousing to masturbate next to her... I get horny just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;So bottom line it was a very nice evening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564102429910397?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564102429910397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564102429910397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/double-masturbation.html' title='Double masturbation'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564088613697606</id><published>2006-04-17T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:34:46.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises for Marie</title><content type='html'>I was at the gym today and it was terrible. I love to keep my fingernails pretty long but something went wrong with one of the exercising machines and I broke two of my nails *grrr* so the rest of the time my nails got stuck to my clothes and my hair and I gave up and went home  yeah I know it's weak, I use every excuse to relax&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on my way home I bought a little chocolate easter bunny for Marie =) She'll be home in about an hour, then I'll give it to her. And then I'll ask her if she wants to go to bed early... it's been very long since she and I last did anything "naughty" together - so I wouldn't mind if it happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I know she gets fucked all the time by her boyfriend but maybe she will show a little mercy to her poor girlfriend who only gets fucked now and then&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just have a quick shower before she comes home - see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564088613697606?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564088613697606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564088613697606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/surprises-for-marie.html' title='Surprises for Marie'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564078322607704</id><published>2006-04-16T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:33:03.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor sex experiment</title><content type='html'>A great sunday has come to an end. I had an interesting outdoor sex experience with Peter. We drove in his car to a place he knew (bet he's been there before with other girls ). It was a place in the middle of lots of fields where a bumpy old road lead into a forest with absolutely NO houses or people around. A perfect place for sex adventures...&lt;br /&gt;He parked the car and we got out and it was surprisingly hot because the trees gave shelter and the sun was shining like if it was paid to do it  so it came quite naturally to lay down in the grass and have sex. But I must admit I was too nevous to really enjoy it - I was exited but also nervous to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily nobody saw anything (or so I hope) heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day in freedom, then works and school starts again. What a shame, I was just getting used to this sweet life =(&lt;br /&gt;Eek - look what I found today: &lt;a href="http://i3.tinypic.com/vobp8z.gif"&gt;This is just wrong!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I like &lt;a href="http://www.hotsexxxgirls.com/galleries.php?id=453"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; much better&lt;br /&gt;Well I better get on with updating sites...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564078322607704?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564078322607704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564078322607704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/outdoor-sex-experiment.html' title='Outdoor sex experiment'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564070769156283</id><published>2006-04-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:31:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending time with Peter</title><content type='html'>Heyyy =) sorry for that short entry yesterday, but my body was physically worn out after a lot of sex and too much alcohol the day before. Today I'm more myself again&lt;br /&gt;So I had this wonderful night with Marie's boyfriend's friend (his name is Peter) - and tomorrow I'll be gone all day (I'll be back to update my sites tomorrow evening) because Peter has invited me out on a little picnic. The weather is changing a lot right now but tomorrow should be dry and warm.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to thank Marie for putting a little "preassure" on me when I refused to meet her boyfriend and Peter - cause I have to admit she was right, Peter IS really cute and sweet =) and his body... ooh wow.&lt;br /&gt;I've got one more link to erotic stories, I think I posted this link before but that doesn't make it any less great: &lt;a href="http://www.literotica.com/"&gt;Literotica!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also making great progress with my new &lt;a href="http://www.theteenblog.com/"&gt;Teen Blog&lt;/a&gt; - Lots of bugs have been fixed and lots of galleries added.&lt;br /&gt;Belle - our little kitten - is growing and growing, she's a real little Lady now. She is still inside all the time and I hope she's not picking up after me when it comes to boys, actually I hope my little girl stays a virgin all her life  one can only hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564070769156283?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564070769156283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564070769156283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/spending-time-with-peter.html' title='Spending time with Peter'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564060819654053</id><published>2006-04-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:30:08.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got what I wanted</title><content type='html'>oooh it's pretty late here and I'm tired so just a quick hello to let ya all know I'm fine AND I got what I wanted yesterday (sex) heh heh  I'll be back tomorrow and I hope you will too - goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564060819654053?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564060819654053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564060819654053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-what-i-wanted.html' title='Got what I wanted'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564054328233102</id><published>2006-04-13T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:29:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Kelly has my toy</title><content type='html'>What a strange coincidence - I've used especially one of my toys several times yesterday and today cause I've been extremely horny - and as I look through some galleries I got by mail today what do I see? One of my fav. cute models Dream Kelly using the EXACT same toy! Look here: &lt;a href="http://www.fr33babes.com/?page_id=401"&gt;Dream Kelly with my blue toy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's become my preferred toy because I get these amazing orgasms with it, not just the usual tickeling feeling but a really deep and long orgasm... I hope that toy never breaks&lt;br /&gt;- and a side note: That's the most extreme gallery I've seen so far with Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Regarding erotic stories - I was sent this link: &lt;a href="http://www.truedirtystories.com/index.shtml"&gt;True Dirty Stories&lt;/a&gt;  I havent had time to read any of them yet, maybe I'll look at it tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;And now I must hurry updating my sites before Marie and her boyfriend and his friend are coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564054328233102?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564054328233102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564054328233102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/dream-kelly-has-my-toy.html' title='Dream Kelly has my toy'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564048397688689</id><published>2006-04-12T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:28:03.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hornyness taking over my brain</title><content type='html'>Bah, it's been raining ALL day long, that's so depressing because I thought spring was beginning now. Good thing is that I didn't have to go out. No work until next tuesday and school is closed till tuesday too - and yesterday I bought a months supply of food - I'll eat it in a week though&lt;br /&gt;Marie phoned me an hour ago and told me she was staying with her boyfriend until sometime tomorrow - then they'll come here AND bring her boyfriends friend with them! The guy I've been dreaming about ever since he fucked me... so I'll be honest and tell ya that my panties have been wet since she told me =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit angry with Marie though, because she knows our apartment is totally messy and who is gonna clean it before they come over? Yep correct ME! But I'll survive, I know I've probably got something good waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;I also have to masturbate today, I can feel the hornyness taking over my brain now. I'll be back tomorrow or friday, depending on how early they come tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564048397688689?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564048397688689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564048397688689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/hornyness-taking-over-my-brain.html' title='Hornyness taking over my brain'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564013573673563</id><published>2006-04-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:22:15.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who has erotic stories</title><content type='html'>I got a couple of requests to post links to erotic stories here on my site. I know I've posted some links before and I like to read good stories too, so if any of you have good sites to recommend then please send them to me =)&lt;br /&gt;I've got an other site to recommend today - it's from a Danish photographer who has a lot of nice girl series on his website. Take a look: &lt;a href="http://www.fnfoto.dk/pigefoto.php"&gt;Danish girls&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fnfoto.dk/side9.php"&gt;more Danish girls&lt;/a&gt; and in the navigation you can find even more goodies&lt;br /&gt;In a moment I'm off to go shopping - there's absolutely NO food left in our kitchen *waah* and I'm the only one who cares cause Marie is visiting her boyfriend. I feel much more single now that she's gone so much, not always the greatest feeling so I seriously consider finding someone to meet with when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, less time with Marie means more time to work on all my websites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564013573673563?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564013573673563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564013573673563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-has-erotic-stories.html' title='Who has erotic stories'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114564003976791293</id><published>2006-04-10T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:20:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exited about my new site</title><content type='html'>So today was the first real day off in my holiday. And to celebrate it I went to the gym - nope I'm not kidding! I really try to become more healthy - and now I can relax until next tuesday with a good conscience  clever me!&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping a secret for a couple of weeks but today I'm ready to reveal it =) The thing is I've been working on a new website! I'm so picky when it comes to design - I want it to be EXACTLY as I plan and sometimes it's not easy. I'm also picky about what I post - instead of just posting big amounts of galleries I handpick every gallery and only post what I like, just like here.&lt;br /&gt;The theme is "teens" - can't help it - I just love those cute girls  so if you're into that then take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theteenblog.com/"&gt;The Teen Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it works: It's very much like this site with galleries posted in a long row in the middle. And in top you see 5 faces. Click one and you come to a gallery I made myself.&lt;br /&gt;The site should be totally pop-up free and free of any other malicious stuff, a real safe surf paradise  but keep in mind it's still a new born baby so things still need to be corrected and I work hard to get it all done. So consider it a sneak peek and if you like it then bookmark it and I'll have it fully completed it (hopefully) a few days =)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114564003976791293?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564003976791293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114564003976791293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/exited-about-my-new-site.html' title='Exited about my new site'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114562800813341910</id><published>2006-04-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:00:08.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Heyyy - did you behave well while I was gone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had such a good time with Marie and her family - especially there were 2 guys I liked... I didn't do anything but talk with them though. No kisses at all. Well, maybe a little cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;And then Marie's brother was there too. I didn't expect that because I thought he hated family gatherings. Some of you might remember that I had a secret relationship with him some time ago... Marie never found out. So every time he is around I'm always scared that he by mistake reveals it.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he had his new girlfriend with him, so most of the time he was occupied with kissing her and I didn't have many nervous moments.&lt;br /&gt;Last night all of us who were around my age went to the beach. I think we were 11-12 people going. It was VERY cold and VERY windy and dark but when we stood there and listened to the waves roll in it turned into a very beautiful moment.&lt;br /&gt;Wow and there was many more good things happening - but I'll have to stop writing for today - need to unpack and relax a little =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114562800813341910?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114562800813341910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114562800813341910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114444632113085079</id><published>2006-04-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:45:21.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going with Marie</title><content type='html'>Oooo! My craving for sex has begun again! I just can't speak with a man without thinking about how sex with him would be like...&lt;br /&gt;At work I can't avoid contact with LOTS of cute men so it was like turture today! They all smelled so good and looked so sexy in their suits. Hey btw I have holiday all next week *wohoo* so no work for uhmm ten days I think =) nice!&lt;br /&gt;And I have decided to go on that family visit with Marie. From her stories I understand that her family is nothing like mine. If they were I wouldn't go, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow we leave and we come back late sunday. Maybe if I come across a computer somewhere I will update my site, but to be honest I kind of hope that I'm too drunk because drunk mostly means fun. Maybe even sex - who knows? Maybe Marie has some cute cousins? (one can only hope)&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'll do a gallery update today and maybe a little more tomorrow before we leave - and NOW no more excuses - I need to wash some clothes so I have something decent to wear tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;See ya sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114444632113085079?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114444632113085079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114444632113085079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/going-with-marie.html' title='Going with Marie'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435593589401352</id><published>2006-04-06T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:38:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery and babes</title><content type='html'>Oh how I hate when things dont work! Something is wrong with my internet connection - sometimes it's alive and sometimes it's dead for a couple of hours... then it's all back to normal again. Yesterday it disappeared just as I was going to update my diary *grr* so I gave up on it.&lt;br /&gt;When I win the lottery I will buy the fastest and most reliable connection in town =)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of winning the lottery - am I the only one who has noticed when people win the lottery and get interviewed they always sound sooo boring? All they wanna buy is a used car and maybe a new pair of shoes and then they can't think of more.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why they buy a lottery ticket in the first place if they don't even know what to do with the money they win  I just don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;They should let me - a real money-spender pro - give them some good advice, heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;I've got a couple of bonus galleries today so lets get started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babesandfun.com/babes/gallery/jordan_capri_"&gt;Jordan with her cute friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotsexxxgirls.com/galleries.php?id=312"&gt;Mellie is one hot young chick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meiskes.com/sensual-model/"&gt;Sensual erotic model&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw Marie is going to visit some of her family this weekend and she asked me if I wanted to join... her family is huge with lots of people our age, she told me they always end up partying! soooo it sounds tempting  I'll let ya know tomorrow if I'm going or not =)&lt;br /&gt;*KISSES*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435593589401352?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435593589401352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435593589401352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/lottery-and-babes.html' title='Lottery and babes'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435559622833241</id><published>2006-04-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:33:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She stared at me</title><content type='html'>I just came home from work and later tonight I have study group, so today I do NOT have this feeling that my day disappeared and I didn't get to do anything&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw I forgot to tell about Belle my little kitten lately =) we still have her. I think it's strange that we cannot find her "real" home. How far can such a small creature run away? Somewhere someone MUST miss her I guess.&lt;br /&gt;We keep her inside but I'm aware that one day she will probably want to go outside... ooo it will be just like when parents send their kids out to play for the first time I think - Marie and I will sit inside and worry untill she comes home again  - but that's a long time from now, she's just a little baby.&lt;br /&gt;You might remember when I told about this woman at my work who I spoke to in the ladies room... and I had this feeling she was trying to flirt with me... she massaged my shouldres and stuff. Well today we met again. NOT in the ladies room though, heh heh. And oh my God I felt she STARED at me - her eyes were almost hypnotic!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she can have such a strong effect on me when she didn't even speak one word. Very strange!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435559622833241?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435559622833241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435559622833241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/she-stared-at-me.html' title='She stared at me'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435551091739603</id><published>2006-04-03T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:31:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work</title><content type='html'>Oh shit it wasn't easy to be at work today! People were all very sweet and the job is not too difficult, but still - it was such a great weekend and it was hard to see it end *waaah* Oh well I didn't have to meet till 1 pm so to most people it would have been pure luxury =)&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it seems this monday just disappeared! I remember I woke up late and ate breakfast... and then what? Not much. I went to work and came home and now I sit here. And the day is finished.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll go to bed and tomorrow I'll wake up EARLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435551091739603?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435551091739603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435551091739603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435530859231351</id><published>2006-04-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:28:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got fucked</title><content type='html'>I feel sooo good today! I'm relaxed and positive and guess why? I think it's because I finally FINALLY got some sex friday!&lt;br /&gt;And yes it was with Marie's boyfriend's friend =)&lt;br /&gt;When we met I just wanted to rip off his clothes from the beginning  but I managed to act normal for hours until we went outside to get some fresh air (we were all 4 of us at a night club) - when we came out I took his hand and I think we both knew what was going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;First we kissed a little (ooo butterflies inside of me) and then he asked me if I wanted to go home with him... HELL YES I wanted that&lt;br /&gt;So we went to his place, he had this small apartment - typical single guy apartment that was very messy and with a HUGE TV heh heh, but most important there was a bed!&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how horny I was! When I saw his naked chest and shoulders and arms I got all weak. I dunno why but those parts of the male body are my favorites =)&lt;br /&gt;So I had to kiss him and feel him and it was so wonderful to be close to a naked man again! One thing is for sure: I like Marie's body a lot but I am NOT all lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in his bed until it was morning and I had to leave because I was going to a birthday party =( I really didn't want to because it was so wonderful when he fucked me - to feel his strong arms when he was on top of me - and look into his eyes - and the smell of a man... aaargh I could never get enough of it&lt;br /&gt;But I did get enough to make my body feel better, I still think about sex but I'm not so obsessed with it right now, heh heh =) though I wouldn't mind meeting with him again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435530859231351?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435530859231351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435530859231351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-got-fucked.html' title='Finally got fucked'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435524612046662</id><published>2006-03-30T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:27:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men on my mind</title><content type='html'>I've been masturbating two times today already - my toys really work overtime! I have no idea why I am so horny, it's been the same for days now.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I would like more than to turn around and find a tall strong (naked) MAN in my bed... heh heh - it would not be easy for him to escape again&lt;br /&gt;It is terrible but my body really controls my mind today Thank God Marie and I are meeting with the two guys again tomorrow, this time it's urgent for me to become more than just friends! Or else I'll go crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'll do as much updating on my site as time allows, inbetween double-dates and (hopefully) fucking friday, and birthday party saturday. Damn I still need to buy a birthdaypresent!&lt;br /&gt;I still have trouble updating my &lt;a href="http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Safe for work site&lt;/a&gt; - it's not every day I can log on to it =(&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;a href="http://theinnersanctum.typepad.com/the_inner_sanctum/2006/03/strawberries.html"&gt;drooool!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435524612046662?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435524612046662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435524612046662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/men-on-my-mind.html' title='Men on my mind'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435518827573527</id><published>2006-03-29T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:26:28.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of sexual fantasies</title><content type='html'>I've been fantasising a lot lately - not about Marie and girl-girl sex as I'm used to, nope now it's plain and simple sex between a man and a woman. Preferably a little hard!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should create a new site with only hardcore stuff? heh heh&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of boiling pasta - one of the few things I really know how to cook  so this will be one of the quick diary updates, and when I've finished eating I'll update galleries so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;*KISSSSS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435518827573527?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435518827573527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435518827573527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/lots-of-sexual-fantasies.html' title='Lots of sexual fantasies'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435508448289127</id><published>2006-03-28T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:24:44.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy in study group</title><content type='html'>Oh damn I suddenly remember I'm going to a birthday this weekend... just a family things so nothing wild. But I also have plans for friday, that's when Marie and I are meeting with her boyfriend and his friend again, and this time I hope for a little sexual action&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like it's going to be one more busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a couple hours of study group. That's very boring - we sit 5 persons and write notes and discuss the books we have read previous in class. But I think I've mentioned before that we now have a GUY in our group! Before we were just girls. And today I think he was smiling to me... several times =)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know anything about him - only study related stuff... and after a lot of eye-contact today I now know he has blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have something to keep me awake in study group heh heh =) it's almost like being 12 years old again when I sit there and smile and fear that the others will notice it  maybe I'll even dare to write him a little note on a piece of paper next time *wohoo* then it will definately be like we are back in school heh heh =)&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435508448289127?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435508448289127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435508448289127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/guy-in-study-group.html' title='The guy in study group'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435453412945632</id><published>2006-03-27T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:15:34.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of time links</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting has happened since my last entry - still in the mood for sex and still feeling sick (but getting better now). So today is the perfect day to show some of the links I saved for a rainy day =)&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have a good memory might recall that I was born in Sweden so I'll begin with two links a little related to that. First is a site called &lt;a href="http://francisstrand.blogspot.com/"&gt;How to learn Swedish in 1000 difficult lessons&lt;/a&gt;. It's not as hard as it sounds, interesting reading (in english) and only one swedish word a day =)Next link comes from my other site "Swedishgyrls Blog" - my very first site actually, that's where it all began  and this link presents a HOTTT serie called &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/swedishgyrl/463805343/swedish-web-virgins.html"&gt;Swedish Web Amateurs&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Next site asks this question: If your room mate gave you 100 dildos what would you do with them? Ooh tough question heh heh  but I see the problem because they are both men. See it for yourself - it begins with a cartoon that made me laugh - &lt;a href="http://www.100dildos.com/"&gt;100dildos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a TOTAL waste of time - I just used 10 precious minutes of my life playing &lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/games/Scissors+Paper+Stone/"&gt;scissors/paper/stone&lt;/a&gt; it's very brain relaxing&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered what REALLY happens behind the curtains when women party with a male stripper? Here is the shocking evidence: &lt;a href="http://www.boobpolice.com/cfnm-gallery2/clean.htm"&gt;proof&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.boobpolice.com/cfnm-gallery5-11/clean.htm"&gt;proof&lt;/a&gt; so watch out next time your gf or wife want a "girls night out"&lt;br /&gt;Last a couple of grrrrls! &lt;a href="http://www.teentiger.com/kirsten-lingerie/teentiger.htm"&gt;Kirsten&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tigerthumbs.com/galleries/chloe18-4/clean.htm"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435453412945632?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435453412945632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435453412945632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/waste-of-time-links.html' title='Waste of time links'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114435446663936093</id><published>2006-03-26T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:14:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too sick to get laid</title><content type='html'>Who has a new head for me? The old one hurrrts! Yep too much to drink last night *sigh* and on top of that I still feel a little sick. We even had to change plans because of me - The first plan was to go out with the two guys but in the last minute Marie called them and asked them to come here instead because I was sneezing and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;So I looked totally disgusting and had a bright red nose when the two guys I had never met before came *grr* oh how I hate situations like that!&lt;br /&gt;They were so friendly and pretended they didn't notice it  and I was so embarrased and wanted to sit in a dark corner all the time. I had to drink some wine to get the courage to speak to them.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to admit both guys were actually just as sweet as Marie said. Her boyfriend looked much better "live" than on the photo I saw, heh heh, and his friend was VERY cute! I wanted to kiss him but I didn't - then I would just pass my sickness on to him.&lt;br /&gt;The evening didn't end as wild as I had hoped for - simply because I was feeling sick. Too bad. But the good news is that all four of us are meeting again on friday!&lt;br /&gt;Now my mission is to get well AND it must happen before friday =)&lt;br /&gt;Todays site tip:&lt;a href="http://www.xxxgames.dk/"&gt;XXX Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays funny tip:&lt;a href="http://www.fjolletobak.com/detail.php?&amp;amp;content=15300"&gt;Real life Simpsons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114435446663936093?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435446663936093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114435446663936093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-sick-to-get-laid.html' title='Too sick to get laid'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114324117670687041</id><published>2006-03-24T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:59:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a man</title><content type='html'>Today I was eating a banana and all I could think of was that I miss sucking a cock - shocking but true. &lt;br /&gt;Not because there is anything wrong with Marie or her body or the way she touches me and kisses me and and and.. oh now I get horny, heh heh, no really she turns me on and I enjoy that she knows exactly how to touch me - BUT first of all since she got a boyfriend she doesn't "need" me as much as before (fair enough) - AND second sometimes I just wanna get fucked by a man because ... well... there is a physical difference obviously - and also something mental. It's just different.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have my toys but still something is missing. And that is why I now hope that my double date tomorrow will end in a bed, heh heh  - and IF Marie's description of the guy I'm dating is true then I will do my best to get him into that bed with me!&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with sex on the first date as long as the guy is hot. If both parts want it I really don't see anything wrong with it =)When I was younger I often stopped myself from doing something like that because I was afraid guys would think I was a slut or other "bad" things - but now I don't care, it's my life and I'll live it as I please.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw I feel much better today (I was feeling a little sick yesterday) - so tomorrow when I'm going on the date I probably don't have much time to update my site - but I'll be back again as always =)&lt;br /&gt;*MUAH*!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114324117670687041?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114324117670687041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114324117670687041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-man.html' title='I need a man'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114315300523991388</id><published>2006-03-23T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:30:05.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a little sick</title><content type='html'>I've got exactly an hour to do all updates on my site today cause there's a great movie I need to see and it starts in an hour... no, in 58 minutes now =)&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling a little sick all day, I'm sure when I tell it to Marie she'll just suspect that it has something to do with me not wanting to go with her on a double date saturday. But it's not "fake" and btw I think half the people I've been in contact with yesterday and today were coughing... and the weather here is sooo cold and I had to walk in the rain for 15 minutes today... ooh poor me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here I'll catch Belle (the little kitten I've found) and then she can sit with me and watch the movie. I still haven't found her home and it doesn't look like she is missing it - actually it looks like she has moved in here =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114315300523991388?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114315300523991388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114315300523991388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-little-sick.html' title='Feeling a little sick'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114306654296597972</id><published>2006-03-22T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:29:02.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad connection</title><content type='html'>*GRR* I've be fighting with my internet connection today - half of the sites I try to visit are not loading - so of course there is a tiny chance that half of the internet is just not working, but I doubt it, it must be my connection... something like that can really make me sweat&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that it's only a temporary bug!&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Marie and I went to bed she did something really evil! She knows I how much I HATE to be tickled so she tickled me untill I surrendered and promised her to go with her and her boyfriend and his friend on a date saturday.&lt;br /&gt;She was SO mean - she sat on top of me and held my hands down with her knees and I couldn't do anything! She knows I'll pay her back for it - when she least expects it - muhaha!&lt;br /&gt;Well at least this means that I have plans for the weekend - a double date from hell. If it really sucks I can always get a spontaneous migraine or something, heh heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;Todays new girl:&lt;a href="http://www.littlethumbs.com/samples/jennifer/free-girls/?coupon=865435&amp;e=1&amp;amp;l=1&amp;t=1&amp;amp;n=1"&gt;Jennifer from Nubiles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays picture:&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/view/?pic=s1qfsg"&gt;Thats what I call art!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays site:&lt;a href="http://www.littletightgirls.com/"&gt;Little Tight Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow if the internet Gods allow it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114306654296597972?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114306654296597972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114306654296597972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-connection.html' title='Bad connection'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114306647370501494</id><published>2006-03-21T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:27:53.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of exercise</title><content type='html'>I got my exercise today - but not in the gym. I got it by walking up and down thousinds of stairs looking for the owner of that little kitten I found this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;But no luck...&lt;br /&gt;So little Belle still lives here. It.. no from now on it's "she" - she peed on the floor in our livingroom today - luckily Marie discovered it first (heh heh heh) so she cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;I know pets are allowed in the building so maybe we'll keep it. Oops, keep HER!  Then we'll be the three musketeer ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way - now Marie wants me to go on a double-date with her and her boyfriend and her boyfriends friend on saturday. My first thought was nooo way. But I promised her to think about it. Maybe I should do it? I still haven't met her boyfriend and of course also not his friend so it would be like an extra terrible blind date  hmm!&lt;br /&gt;Marie told me the friend is very funny and good-looking - but I'm a little suspicious that she just likes to play match-maker. Ooh I dunno what to do!&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure - I could use some sex. Maybe I should go for it and see what happens =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114306647370501494?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114306647370501494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114306647370501494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/lots-of-exercise.html' title='Lots of exercise'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114289312120875383</id><published>2006-03-20T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:18:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle</title><content type='html'>WEHAA it was nice to stay at home today!  as happy as I am for my new job it still can't beat the joy of a relaxing day at home, heh heh =)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it happened but somehow the apartment was filled with people all weekend. Marie had some of her family over and a couple of friends also dropped by - it was all very nice but yesterday when I was updating my site I could feel my eyes just wanted to close because I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and one more visitor came yesterday - a tiny little kitten! Awww it is SO cute! White with a few black spots.I found it in the corner of our little garden outside the house... and I asked everyone if they knew where it lived but no one had seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;So I had to invite it in... and now it sort of lives here. Well, tomorrow I'll ask some more neighbours if they miss it - untill then I'll pretend it's mine and I already named it Belle =) Marie is TOTALLY in love with it too - she wants us to keep it - but I just can't stand the thought of a little boy or girl who misses their kitten so I hope to find the owner.&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh btw I suddenly remembered that I havent been to the gym place where I have a membership for a looong time. My selective memory simply blocked it. Maybe I should go there tomorrow after work *sigh* I MUST get in shape before summer and it's getting warmer now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114289312120875383?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114289312120875383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114289312120875383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/belle.html' title='Belle'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114289301056725826</id><published>2006-03-19T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:16:50.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to sleep</title><content type='html'>Heeyyy all! =)&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy weekend so actually I'm too tired to write, I'll make it up to you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been able to log in to my &lt;a href="http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/"&gt;"safe for work"&lt;/a&gt; diary to make updates since thursday *grr* - I think the server is down or something... but I'll keep trying, I know a whole lot of you are reading it =)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm NOT going to work - and I'm not gonna miss it cause I desperately need a day for myself. AND for my site. I hope you'll be here tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to sleep! Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114289301056725826?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114289301056725826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114289301056725826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='I want to sleep'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114289281585104945</id><published>2006-03-17T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:13:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirt in the ladies room</title><content type='html'>Someone tried to flirt with me today at work - this time it was... a WOMAN.We were both in the ladies room - there are 3 mirrors and I was standing in front of one of them, and then she came in and asked how I was doing and stuff... and we started talking. Then she asked if it was hard and as she asked me she got behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and started giving me a "oh poor you" massage!&lt;br /&gt;And while she was doing it she was STARING right into my eyes through the mirror like she was trying to hypnotize me or something  it was a little spooky but also exiting. It's not easy to describe what she was like... but she seemed to be a very "strong" woman - not in the way she looked but in her... hmm... aura? mind?. Dunno if it makes any sense but sometimes I think I can feel if people have a strong mind or not.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that I remember clearly how she had an effect on me - but I dont remember much about how she looked. Very mysterious... I never tried anything like that before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing more happened cause another woman came in to the room.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's weekend *wohoo*! Next week I'm only going to work 2 days and the other days I have to study =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114289281585104945?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114289281585104945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114289281585104945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/flirt-in-ladies-room.html' title='Flirt in the ladies room'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114254165237979965</id><published>2006-03-16T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:40:52.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The party list</title><content type='html'>Today at work I was asked if I wanted to join the "party list". I didn't know what it was so I was told it's a group of people from work who sometimes do things together after work - like go bowling or go to a nightclub or eat at a restaurant. And SURE I wanted to join, heh heh  should be obvious that I'm a partygirl!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know half the names on the party list but I recognized a few... so I'm already looking forward to the next arrangement =) and don't worry I will NOT go to far with any of the men (or women, heh heh) from work, I know that's only trouble... I'll stick to innocent flirting&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to cook something for me and Marie to eat.. I better go out and check - something smells burned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114254165237979965?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114254165237979965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114254165237979965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/party-list.html' title='The party list'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114245556684531747</id><published>2006-03-15T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:46:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first flirt</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on today. Went to work, came home, did some homework, and that's about it =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one thing happened at work - I was in my first serious "flirting situation" with a man, heh heh... I had to deliver some mails and brochures to a small office where he was working. He noticed that I was new and we started talking - he asked and asked and he was so sweet =) but I think he is married.. well not that it mattered cause we only talked =)&lt;br /&gt;He told me he liked my smile... aww isn't that sweet? That made me smile even more.. I'm such a sucker for compliments.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I need to STUDY like mad, to keep up with the other members of my study group. I noticed yesterday that they were all ahead of me in our books =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114245556684531747?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114245556684531747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114245556684531747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-flirt.html' title='My first flirt'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114237029238424742</id><published>2006-03-14T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:04:52.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big thank you</title><content type='html'>Only 3 hours at work today, that's the way I like it, heh heh  and tomorrow is also only a short day. It's a good thing that the job is so flexible so I can manage my studies and work at the same time =)&lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about all you friendly people outthere... people who don't know me personally but still wanna make me happy. A looong time ago when I started my very first site at a free blog place I experienced it for the first time when a person - still to this day anonymous to me - bought me a lifetime premium membership to this blog site so I could upload photos and get a much better site! I was SO choked and I checked it over and over 100 times before I believed it.&lt;br /&gt;And all the friendly and funny and interesting emails I have recieved through time... wow! I saved most of them because they all mean a lot to me =) More than once an advice from one of you helped me or made me change my mind about things in my life - how many are so privileged?&lt;br /&gt;Then for fun I made a wish list to some online store. And to my big surprise I was sent a WHOLE BOX of toys! My God I'll never forget that day  and all the trouble I had finding batteries for the toys... and trying them out for the first time... I never had a toy before in my life! So that was indeed a memorable day&lt;br /&gt;And I got several pairs of stockings... and underwear... all bought by people who only know me through this site!&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much the things that I got, it's much more the feeling that someone "outthere" actually like what I am doing =) That is so nice. Thanks to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114237029238424742?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114237029238424742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114237029238424742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-thank-you.html' title='A big thank you'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114228723707662499</id><published>2006-03-13T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:00:37.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more manic monday</title><content type='html'>As I told you yesterday Marie's new boyfriend came to visit us. But I was a chicken and stayed in my room. Just didn't feel ready to meet him. I heard his voice though and he sounded nice... heh heh yeah I know it's silly. Next time I'll go out and talk to him, promise =)&lt;br /&gt;I think Marie was a little bit disappointed, but to be honest I don't care - it's her own fault because she kept on talking about having a threesome. So I got stubborn... so typical me. When I think of it my behaviour was childish. Oh well. I'm only human =)&lt;br /&gt;We talked about it after he left and I explained it to Marie. She was surprised that I took it so serious but she also apologized - and I apologized - and we laughed a little at how stupid we were and now all is okay again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that was the most interesting thing that happened to me since my last entry. Then came monday morning - up early and rush to work. Rush home again and relax for 10 minutes, then rush to meet my study group. Then home and eat and now I'm here. It's hard to be a working girl.&lt;br /&gt;But I managed my first REAL day at work without freaking out. My body was pumped with adrenalin, heh heh, maybe it helped me out because I was fast as lightning! Hope to keep it that way the whole week =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114228723707662499?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114228723707662499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114228723707662499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-more-manic-monday.html' title='One more manic monday'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114216619446872573</id><published>2006-03-12T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T04:23:14.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big emotions and party</title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't have time to write yesterday - things suddenly developed into a spontaneous party - but now I'm back with a huge hangeover and craving for fast food, heh heh =)&lt;br /&gt;It was such an emotional day yesterday. As I told you friday I wanted to have a talk with Marie. The situation was that she now had this guy she called "boyfriend" but she also wanted to make out with me. And I predicted it could get complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what her new boyfriend thought of all this and she admitted she had not really asked him cause she was afraid of the answer. She had told him that she had experimented with me - but did he know we still did it? And would that make him jealoux?&lt;br /&gt;She decided to confront him with it. She phoned him and they talked for atleast an hour. I was a little nervous... his answer could have consequences for my life - what if he didn't like it and wanted it to stop? what if he didn't like that we lived together? who would Marie choose then?&lt;br /&gt;So it was a BIG relief when Marie came in to my room and told me he was fine with it. He didn't see me as a threath at all and he had told her to just keep on with her life as it was now *phewwwww* =)&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how happy I was to get that message! I gave Marie a biiig hug and realized how much I like her. She always has this sweet smell - sort of like bubblegum and flowers mixed together. And I was even more happy when she told me that of course she would choose ME if he had wanted her to choose one of us =)&lt;br /&gt;Well then, we got things sorted out and all was good. Later some friends came over and that was when things developed into a party. One of the best for a long time, probably because I was in such a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;In a moment I'll buy something really unhealthy to eat&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Marie's boyfriend will visit her later today. I still don't know if I want to meet him - I still have this suspiscion that he (and maybe Marie too) wants me to join them in bed! I told Marie before that it's out of the question so I hope she understands that I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114216619446872573?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114216619446872573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114216619446872573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-emotions-and-party.html' title='Big emotions and party'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114202892228154647</id><published>2006-03-10T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:15:22.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries about Maries boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Today I came home from my second day at my new job and Marie said hi how was your day? And I answered oh just another day at the office. And we both realized that we sounded like an old married couple, heh heh ;D &lt;br /&gt;Actually today at work was very much like yesterday, but today I already felt more sure about what to do. I predict the worst thing for me will be all the walking around and then to remember who has which office. It's a big building with many rooms.&lt;br /&gt;I already smiled to many of the cutest men, heh heh - I just can't help it I love to flirt. A very friendly woman followed me and helped me yesterday and today, and when I was ready to go home today she said that she was sure I would do just fine on monday. I was sooo proud =)&lt;br /&gt;Marie told me she wants to invite her new boyfriend - yeah she even calls him boyfriend now - over to our place, maybe sunday... I told her I would let them have the livingroom to themselves. That's fine with me cause then I can be on the internet here in my private room without anyone asking what I'm doing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But then Marie was like oooh but he wants to meet you, maybe we can have dinner all three?And I get this unpleasant feeling that he only wants to meet me because he knows I've had girlsex with his new girlfriend - and maybe he even hopes that we just can't keep our fingers from eachothers bodies or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I gotta have a serious talk with Marie about all this *sigh* If she has a boyfriend now how does he feel about her living with me? Last night she and I were kissing before we fell asleep and today she talks about him as "boyfriend"... if I had a boyfriend and I knew he was having sex with someone else - male or female - that would be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get it straight or else I'm sure it will end in a bad way. It's okay with me that she has a boyfriend... kind of. Okay I'm a little jealoux but I can handle it. We agreed that the sex stuff we do together is only for fun and joy and nothing serious. And right now I'm more than curious about what her boyfriend thinks of it. If it's okay with him etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go now, I'll be back tomorrow ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114202892228154647?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114202892228154647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114202892228154647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/worries-about-maries-boyfriend.html' title='Worries about Maries boyfriend'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114202868796669470</id><published>2006-03-09T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:11:27.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute men and high heels</title><content type='html'>It's laaaaate, I'm happy, my feet are hurting and I'm eating an apple.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day at my new job. So what happened? Well... a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;SO many new people, so many "Hi, my name is ....", sooo much information about SO MANY things! My God it's complicated but also very exciting =)&lt;br /&gt;My biggest mistake was to wear high heels. It's simply not a job for heels because I'm walking around all the time - that's why my feet hurt now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh OH and there is one VERY good thing about this job: When I have a break or when there is nothing to do (doesn't happen too often I think) then I am allowed to use the internet! heh heh! That's a good thing for an internet junkie like me&lt;br /&gt;One more good thing: A lot of goodlooking MEN! They are basically everywhere in the building! So now I better go get some sleep - gotta look my best again tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114202868796669470?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114202868796669470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114202868796669470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/cute-men-and-high-heels.html' title='Cute men and high heels'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114185243978654139</id><published>2006-03-08T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:13:59.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big day tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Oh my God, tomorrow morning I'll be off for my first day at my new job. First two days are "only" kind of "training days" but still... so I better get to bed a little early and have everything ready.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when I'm nervous about things like an exam or a new job I get SO many things done. Like today, I didn't let myself relax for one minute. Somehow it helps me control my nerves when I'm busy... it keeps my mind on something else. So I made no less than THREE new galleries - feel free to look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gyrls.com/gallery_The-Milton-Twins-Meet-The-Simpson-Twins.php"&gt;The Milton twins and the Simpson twins get together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gyrls.com/gallery_Kiss-Me-Jamie.php"&gt;Cute Kiss Me Jamie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gyrls.com/gallery_Amateur-Allstars.php"&gt;Four VERY busty women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can check out my whole collection here: &lt;a href="http://www.gyrls.com/own-galleries.php"&gt;Gyrls Diary galleries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... I can't wait to come home tomorrow and hopefully know that I did okay. It means a lot to me. So cross your fingers and send me positive thoughts, thank you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114185243978654139?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114185243978654139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114185243978654139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-day-tomorrow.html' title='The big day tomorrow'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114176086379098691</id><published>2006-03-07T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:47:43.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My red toy</title><content type='html'>Been having a busy day studying and I just couldn't wait to get finished - all the time my thoughts went to my toys... especially one of them, my favorite one, it's red and pretty big - made in a soft material. A whole new world opened up when I used that toy for the first time and I just wanna say to ALL females who read this and who don't have a toy: Buy one, quick!&lt;br /&gt;But I still don't understand why it has to make so much noise when it vibrates. It distracts my thoughts and also I wonder if not the neighbours can hear it? I sometimes hear someone elses TV through the walls so maybe... maybe they wonder why I have such a buzzing TV&lt;br /&gt;I got a couple of real amateur hotties today....&lt;a href="http://www.thesexblog.com/info/2406/-amateur-gallery-super-adorable-amateur-teen-zophia"&gt;Super adorable teen Zophia&lt;/a&gt; made some pics of herself and wow she looks tasty!&lt;a href="http://www.thesexblog.com/info/2914/busty-amateur-redheaded-babe-meg-bathing"&gt;Busty redhead babe Meg&lt;/a&gt; in the bathtub with her little duck!&lt;br /&gt;And I also have a non-adult site to show ya. &lt;a href="http://www.googleidol.com/"&gt;Google Idol!&lt;/a&gt; - a funny site where you can vote for your favorite webcam singer =) Or if you dare I think you can even participate... Good luck&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114176086379098691?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114176086379098691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114176086379098691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-red-toy.html' title='My red toy'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114168465811927602</id><published>2006-03-06T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:37:38.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesome fantasies</title><content type='html'>I still just can't believe I got a new job =) As mentioned before I begin thursday. Until then I'll spend most of my time studying and of course working on my sites, my little babies, heh heh&lt;br /&gt;So did everyone have a great week-end? Mine was filled with ups and downs. Saturday was "up" and sunday was "down" mostly. No need to go in details with the downs so I'll just focus on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;First I visited a friend I had not seen for months. We went shopping for hours... I bought a few good things to wear in my new job! For those who are interested I found photos of what I bought: &lt;a href="http://img42.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc101&amp;image=81392_dsdsdd.jpg"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://img106.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc284&amp;amp;image=81397_drfessaa.jpg"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://img138.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc206&amp;image=81485_drfesd.jpg"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on to another friend for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening Marie and I cooked dinner together, we both suck at cooking and we tried to make something with chicken and rice... it didn't taste good heh heh  if I ever get a husband I hope he likes to cook OR eat in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;We ate a little and drank some wine and talked about this and that. As I feared she started giving me a very detailed resume of her second meeting with this new guy she is dating. Okay, I have to admit he sounds like an okay person. Okay OKAY he sounds very sweet. So I just let her speak.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the big surprise! She had told him about me! Not just that we share an apartment - she also told him that we have a sexlife... kind of. I was NOT happy to hear that. I thought we had agreed that it was a secret only between her and me. Most of all it made me disappointed, like suddenly there is this guy that she wants to tell everything. Normally she tells ME and no one else. *sigh*. I told her how I felt and she totally understood and apologised and I knew she regret.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her WHY on earth she told him that and she said it was because they were kissing and making out and as she got more and more turned on and she came to think of me and thought it would be great if all three of us could do it together and then it just bursted out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know what to say... I know she wants a threesome cause she mentioned it to me before, but I just don't think I'm ready for it. Dunno if I'll ever be. It's a great thing for a fantasy but there's a looong way between fantasy and reality.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I wanted to stop her crazy ideas it still made me curious. Like she planted a seed in my mind and I can't stop thinking about it. I told her NO WAY - but she looked at me like she was thinking "We'll see..."&lt;br /&gt;Later in bed she started touching me and I knew she knew (very complicated) that I was still thinking of it. Her fingers slipped under my panties and she said "Oh it feels like you've been wet for some time" and I knew she meant: You've been wet ever since I told you about the threesome. It's so annoying that she knows me so well *grr*&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm filled up with this threesome fantasy that is almost too real. I especially like to think that we give him a blowjob together. And he cums all over our faces... my God I am horny today, heh heh =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114168465811927602?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114168465811927602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114168465811927602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/threesome-fantasies.html' title='Threesome fantasies'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114159982859042874</id><published>2006-03-05T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:03:48.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tired</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh what a week-end. I am much too tired to write now so I'll just do a quick-quick gallery update - and then everything else will have to wait. I'll be back tomorrow ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114159982859042874?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114159982859042874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114159982859042874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-tired.html' title='Just tired'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114142669106910768</id><published>2006-03-03T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:58:11.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH the job is mine</title><content type='html'>Isn't life just GREAT? Guess what?? (Those who read my diary yesterday might already have a clue as to what it is...)&lt;br /&gt;OOOH I got the JOB - They phoned me - no, my NEW BOSS phoned me! heh! And he told me they picked ME for the job!&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm still in chok, I didn't think my last jobinterview went perfect cause I was nervous and stuff but I got it!! whoaaa! I'm so happy, imagine that, me as an office girl, heh heh &lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here all alone and feel like celebrating so I've turned up the music, just waiting for someone to knock on the door and shout TURN IT DOWN and then I'll open the door and give them a big KISS - and they'll think I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;This week-end is going to be busy. Tomorrow I'm going to visit two friends and maybe shop a little, I need something to wear at my new job, something "office-like", never worked in a place like that before but my plan is to look a little conservative and "grown-up" but not too boring, maybe a tight skirt (not too short) and high heels...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening me and Marie are eating together and having a real "girly evening" - and I hope we don't have to talk about her new date ALL night.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes sunday. Gotta get up early and clean the apartment because my Mum comes to visit me *grr*. I phoned her to tell her the good job news and before I knew it she invited herself over. Note to self: Next time write her a letter instead, heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. Don't worry if my next update isn't until sunday evening when I'm alone again =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way - my new job starts thursday. Thursday and friday I will have someone to tell me all there is to know and help me and then after that I'm sort of on my own... scary but also exiting.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least: Todays HotSpots: I spotted a new site named &lt;a href="http://alltoobeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;All too Beautiful&lt;/a&gt; and I came across some new &lt;a href="http://www.babelist.net/galleries/2006/1/ariel_rebel/"&gt;Ariel Rebel&lt;/a&gt; photos. I also spotted some &lt;a href="http://babes-of-fuqtoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/d-cup-teddi-barrett.html"&gt;enormous boobs&lt;/a&gt; *whoa*! And I noticed that Marty has a &lt;a href="http://theinnersanctum.typepad.com/the_inner_sanctum/2006/03/mmmm_dark_choco.html"&gt;chocolate passion&lt;/a&gt; just like me - oh, and please dont send him more hate mails! And I found out &lt;a href="http://img25.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc7&amp;image=24821_Billysgoldfish.jpg"&gt;Billys goldfish is sick&lt;/a&gt; poor fish! - And I found this COOL &lt;a href="http://worksafevideos.com/photos/unique/origami.htm"&gt;origami site&lt;/a&gt; - wow!&lt;br /&gt;Well, a happy day is about to end, kisses to you all  - and I'll see ya sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114142669106910768?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114142669106910768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114142669106910768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeah-job-is-mine.html' title='YEAH the job is mine'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114133754889871573</id><published>2006-03-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:12:28.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to relax</title><content type='html'>Hiii - how is everyone doing today? =)&lt;br /&gt;I am mentally beat - Today was my second jobinterview and it was hard because I was nervous. They wanted me to type something on a computer and sort out some papers to see if I knew how to do (and luckily I knew) but my hands were shakinggggg. I'm sure they noticed but they didn't mention it&lt;br /&gt;I did everything correct and I hope that's what counts - and I didn't say anything stupid =)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow they will call me and tell me if I got the job.&lt;br /&gt;And now to Marie's blind date adventures. She came home very late and very happy. And she talked and talked about how cute he was and how friendly he was and how much fun he was... I've only seen a photo of him - and I didn't tell her but my first thought was that he looked a little goofy, heh heh - maybe he's better "live"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - Tomorrow she is going out with him again and I already fear she will forget me *waaah* I know that's not fair, it's her first close contact with a guy for a looong time so I can't really blame her anything. And if she's telling me the truth they only kissed a little and nothing more. I had sex not long ago but I didn't forget about her so maybe I should try to relax and let her have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114133754889871573?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114133754889871573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114133754889871573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-to-relax.html' title='I need to relax'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114124990865053633</id><published>2006-03-01T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:51:48.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smallest update ever</title><content type='html'>Jobinterview tomorrow - I'm trying to mentally prepare for it... I suddenly got nervous thinking about it because I know it's the final round so to speak. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest it fills my head right now so I'm not in the mood for writing. When it's all over and I'm back home again tomorrow then I'll write and tell about it, and also about Marie's blind date, heh heh&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114124990865053633?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114124990865053633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114124990865053633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/03/smallest-update-ever.html' title='Smallest update ever'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114113826252144206</id><published>2006-02-28T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:51:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie on blind date</title><content type='html'>Remember my job interview last week? If not you can read about it in my friday entry =)Well, today they phoned me. Why is it that all important phonecalls come when I am asleep or in the shower or trying to break the "How much toast can I stuff into my mouth"-record?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Still no final answer. I was picked out together with two others to come back and have a look at what the job is all about - they probably wanna see if we look like we can handle whatever they come up with, I guess. So thursday afternoon is the big day - and right now it doesn't even make me nervous, I'm just like WOW I actually made it through the first selection!&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure - tonight I'm gonna open a bottle of wine to celebrate it! Damn I'm proud of myself =) heh!&lt;br /&gt;And I have a couple of funnies today:What do cows talk about? &lt;a href="http://img133.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc119&amp;image=36833_muu.jpg"&gt;Here's the answer&lt;/a&gt; Be careful when you ask God a question - you might not like &lt;a href="http://img23.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc209&amp;amp;image=36991_nd4z1w.jpg"&gt;the answer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie (my roomie) has started working again. She hurt her knee and had to take it easy for some time but furtunately she is up and running now =) And something completely new happened - she is going on a BLIND DATE tonight! I honestly don't remember she's ever done that before... so when she's gone I think I'll stay up and drink my wine until she comes home cause I'm VERY interested to know how it developes! I know from my own blind dates that it's impossible to predict anything ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114113826252144206?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114113826252144206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114113826252144206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/marie-on-blind-date.html' title='Marie on blind date'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114103343913243012</id><published>2006-02-27T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:43:59.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Marty and porn</title><content type='html'>Todays thoughts... (wow, THAT sounds promising, huh? heh heh)Well, my thought is: Why do some men still think they are the only ones who watch/use porn and naked photos? Oooh I can tell ya that you are in for a BIG surprise if only you knew...&lt;br /&gt;I agree that maybe there is a difference in HOW we use it... I havent studied it scientifically though, so my main experience is myself and my female readers. It's simple: We like porn too! So. Now it's out in the open. I still remember what my first google searces were - "sex" and "porn" and stuff like that, and I also remember those shitty sites filled with pop-ups I visited. So when I started my own very first blog I tried to collect sexy links with NO annoying stuff and I got so much positive response that I knew I was doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;And from then it just grew and grew and it's been one of my longest lasting hobbies - I don't think I'll ever get tired of it! I love all about it - creating the blogs, come up with a good design, writing and getting feed-back, going through other sites to find good links to post... who wouldn't get addicted to that? heh heh&lt;br /&gt;And believe me, it's NOT only a guy thing. &lt;a href="http://lingeriedreams.info-fiend.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; does it, &lt;a href="http://www.dirty-diary.com/"&gt;Ash&lt;/a&gt; does it and &lt;a href="http://www.sexymette.com/"&gt;Mette&lt;/a&gt; does it too =)&lt;br /&gt;Still, people like &lt;a href="http://theinnersanctum.typepad.com/the_inner_sanctum/2006/02/and_so_it_conti.html"&gt;Marty here&lt;/a&gt; believes that only fat middle-aged men would run a blog like mine  although he admits in the end that this could be due to the fact that his own dating life is stagnant. So ofcourse I forgive him  (and hope he didn't notice how boring MY sexlife is *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;Little note to my female readers: When you visit the link to Marty's site notice his profile pic - he's quite a hottie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114103343913243012?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114103343913243012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114103343913243012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-marty-and-porn.html' title='About Marty and porn'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114079147308215588</id><published>2006-02-24T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:31:17.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In need for something sweet</title><content type='html'>Friday-yay-yayy! =)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finally back home. As mentioned yesterday I was going to a job interview and after that I had to excersise, SERIOUSLY excersise, with membership and all.&lt;br /&gt;Jobinterview went okay. I tried to be outgoing and smiling and not show how nervous I was... and in the end I almost relaxed. Good thing is I didn't get a black-out or anything, heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit overwhealming because there were so many people and SO many offices and other rooms - I would surely get lost if I was there alone... I already HAVE been lost in smaller places than that.&lt;br /&gt;Next week they'll let me know if I got the job or not. Ooooh I hope I got it!!&lt;br /&gt;Then there was my first visit to the fitness club. Actually I'm not sure if the english word for it IS "fitness club". It's a place with a lot of excersise machines, and saunas, and gym classes etc etc... *phew* I sweat just by thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;And it was HARD! Right now my body feels kind of numb - probably still in chok, heh heh - but I'm sure when it wakes up again I will be in pain for 4-5 days. I will have to eat something sweet then, to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I know, I could cover Marie in her bodysyrup and then lick it off... that would be nice =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114079147308215588?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114079147308215588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114079147308215588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-need-for-something-sweet.html' title='In need for something sweet'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114073055011328791</id><published>2006-02-23T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:35:50.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My big plan</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell ya about my big plan called "Becoming an active and attractive young woman". A VERY ambitious plan indeed, heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;It officially begins tomorrow, I bought a 3 months membership to a fitness club and I am going there to excersise tomorrow afternoon. I'll tell you how it went when I'm back home, unless it kills me. Then I won't write because I'm dead. I'm not used to much excersise so I fear the worst.&lt;br /&gt;If I stick to my plan I'll be ready to show myself off when bikini season begins... I'm sooo looking forward to wearing tight short skirts and lots of other sexy outfits *yehaa* can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a nice day, mine was quiet and okay. Not much to write about...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tomorrow -  just before the fitness torture - I'm going to a job interview! So cross your fingers! It's in a big office building where they need a bright girl (that is so me, heh heh) to deliver mail, make coffee, and do whatever is nescessary... sort of an all-round person. So if it fits with my school lessons it would be a dreamjob =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114073055011328791?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114073055011328791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114073055011328791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-big-plan.html' title='My big plan'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114064832666074144</id><published>2006-02-22T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:45:26.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about girlsex</title><content type='html'>I had a friend over today and for some reason it gave me a headacke. Maybe she talked too much  Now she's gone and I had sandwich ... and that's about all the exitement I got today, heh heh - and I LIKE it, cause I need to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Marie is at work and right now I think of what happened between us yesterday. It's almost surreal. ME with another girl. A year ago that would have been unthinkable - but now it has happened several times and I've enjoyed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was with my friend I thought about how sex with HER would be like - and right away I was embarrased with myself, like I was some kind of sexmonster and she didn't know about all my dirty thoughts. She doesn't know about me and Marie cause we haven't told anyone what we do.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'll stop thinking so much and just watch some TV now, see ya! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114064832666074144?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114064832666074144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114064832666074144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/thinking-about-girlsex.html' title='Thinking about girlsex'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060306761948877</id><published>2006-02-21T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:11:07.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super sexy night</title><content type='html'>Is it time to get out of bed now? Damn it's nice to have a day all to myself... I got up pretty early because I was HUNGRYYY - but then I went back to bed - ooh a nice warm bed... and a nice warm Marie in it&lt;br /&gt;Last night was great. We went out and decided to eat Italian. I LOVE all sorts of pasta so I was in heaven. We shared a bottle of red vine and my God the waiter was so cute! Marie noticed him too so for fun we talked about inviting him home together... we didnt tell him though&lt;br /&gt;But still, sometimes I get surprised at Marie - I honestly think she would have done it if I had told her that I meant it for real! But I am just NOT ready for it, it's hard enough to get used to girl-girl sex, so girl-girl-BOY sex... whoa... it's too much. Maybe one day I will consider it.&lt;br /&gt;When we came home she was like a little kitten. She pushed me into bed and started licking me and kissing me - on my shouldres and down to my breasts... she still remembered that I like when she sucks hard on my nipples so she almost drove me crazy with it!&lt;br /&gt;And this time I was much more "aggressive" and started touching her too. Maaaan she has the BEST ass. A guy can also have a great ass but I like female asses better, those round soft curves... mmh!&lt;br /&gt;This time I also tried sticking a finger into her! Wohoo! Now THAT was a strange experience. Very warm and tight... surprisingly tight. And while my finger was there she got an orgasm and it got even tighter, or it was like tightening and then relaxing very quick maybe 20-30 times.&lt;br /&gt;It was a super sexy night. And morning. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060306761948877?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060306761948877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060306761948877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-sexy-night.html' title='Super sexy night'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060294683360188</id><published>2006-02-20T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:09:06.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project is finished</title><content type='html'>Yayy I finished my school project and now I can look forward to 3 days with no reading and no writing and no work. I worked until 3 am this morning so I'm BEAT! But also very very happy =)&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Marie and I are going out to eat, we hardly ever do that cause we don't have much money but for once I think it's time to celebrate so I kind of invited her out. Maybe it's also cause I have a little bad conscience... I wanna make it up for being angry with her when she hurt her knee. But still, she WAS in a bad mood all the time  and I'm relieved that it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I was working like mad on my project she came into my room and gave my poor shoulders a massage and I could feel she wanted me to come to bed and be a naughty girl - but at that time I was too stressed and it was all just chaotic... maybe we can continue tonight instead when we come home  I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;Now I will first finish my update, then rest for 30 minutes, then take a shower, and then find something to wear that will keep her eyes on me when we go out  I'll tell ya how it all went tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060294683360188?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060294683360188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060294683360188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/project-is-finished.html' title='Project is finished'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060289887299913</id><published>2006-02-18T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:08:18.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing all night</title><content type='html'>Hey! I hope your saturday is better than mine cause I predict that I will spend most of the night writing on my project and that is boooriiing...&lt;br /&gt;And please forgive me if I dont do much updating tomorrow. Monday everything should be back to normal again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060289887299913?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060289887299913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060289887299913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/writing-all-night.html' title='Writing all night'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060285146701508</id><published>2006-02-17T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:07:31.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad timing</title><content type='html'>Yep, still struggling with that group project, must be finished by monday morning. And that is SO BAD timing cause I wanted to go out tomorrow night. And yes I know I can just go out next weekend BUT the thing is I wanted to go to that place where  this really cute bartender works... I simply wanted to show up and see if he remembers me. And if I don't do it this week but wait until next week the chances are bigger that he doesn't recognize me *snif*&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on my project and just keep all those unimportant flirts out of my head I guess. And then I can catch up next weekend - maybe go out friday AND saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw my roomie Marie is recovering fine, thanks to those who have asked =) She walks around slowly and her mood is getting better too =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060285146701508?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060285146701508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060285146701508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-timing.html' title='Bad timing'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060238176929895</id><published>2006-02-15T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:59:41.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group project</title><content type='html'>Hey all  hope you are doing fine! I've been very busy at school lately, working with two others on a big group project and as it often turns out I feel that I am the most responsible of us - only a few days left to finish it (deadline is monday) and I am the only one who REALLY puts some work into it... *sigh* - so I know what to do aaaall weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Many people my age are so irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I found some great photos of the new Lara Croft - &lt;a href="http://www.tombraiderchronicles.com/lara/karimaadebibe/index.html"&gt;Karima Adebibe&lt;/a&gt; - My GOD she has a body to die for!&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry - I didn't forget that I promised to do a "Big tits Marathon" soon =) I've just been too busy to collect enough material, but it will come!&lt;br /&gt;In a moment I will be located in front of the TV together with Marie and a big pizza! We're watching one of our fav. movies: "Leaving Las Vegas" *weeeh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060238176929895?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060238176929895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060238176929895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/group-project.html' title='Group project'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060168615250781</id><published>2006-02-14T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:48:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines thoughts</title><content type='html'>Oh, so today I find out it's Valentines Day! I didn't even know what date it was cause I'm not interested in stuff like that. And nobody sent me a card or chocolate anyways  yep, it IS true, a female who doesn't like Thanksgiving... I say if people like me - well - then they should buy me candy and jewelry EVERY day and not limit it to Thanksgiving and christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I would like to  wish all a happy Valentine - First to those who &lt;a href="http://i1.tinypic.com/nqz4sl.gif"&gt;LOVE&lt;/a&gt; it - and then to those who &lt;a href="http://img140.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc71&amp;image=th_56063_nqw8c3.jpg"&gt;HATE&lt;/a&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;Marie is doing much better now, she had a doctors appointment today and I was with her but she could almost walk on her own. So soon my days as a nurse are over *phewww*&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn tired - it's been a long day. Soon I will go &lt;a href="http://img130.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc174&amp;amp;image=57441_nqo12x.jpg"&gt;brush my teeth&lt;/a&gt; and then I'm off to bed =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060168615250781?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060168615250781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060168615250781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-thoughts.html' title='Valentines thoughts'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060156738248868</id><published>2006-02-13T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:46:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>Not much news today - I've updated &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/swedishgyrl"&gt;my old blog&lt;/a&gt; with some pics I like =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tomorrow I am driving Marie to a doctor appointment to check how her knee is doing. I must admit I look forward to her recovery...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060156738248868?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060156738248868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060156738248868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060038670576055</id><published>2006-02-12T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:26:26.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted from sex</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey! I've been out of the house since my last update - or actually I was still IN the house, just not in my own apartment - I went over to my "almost neighbour" Dennis and stayed with him to get away from Marie cause she and I had some arguments and I was angry with her.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT - before you start thinking all sorts of bad things because I left my best friend in a couch almost helpless (she hurt her knee) let me tell you in details...&lt;br /&gt;I simply HAD to get some air. And this was really the best solution. I got away but still I was so close that I could be back home in 2 minutes. I don't like to be mean to Marie so I arranged everything - she had a table right next to her with her phone, something to drink and a snack, the remote for TV and music, magazines and books... and a lot of other stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;And I told her where I went.&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes after I left her she called me and we both started laughing  I guess we both realised how stupid it all was and then she told me to have fun - and we were friends again =)&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Dennis again - I'm pretty exhausted from all the sex we had... I didn't get much sleep. Now I just hope Marie doesn't need help the next couple of hours so I can get some rest =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060038670576055?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060038670576055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060038670576055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/exhausted-from-sex.html' title='Exhausted from sex'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060032260857774</id><published>2006-02-10T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:25:22.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument</title><content type='html'>Ooooh *SIGH* I am a little tired of things today. I've had an argument with Marie (my roomie) and I need to do something that doesn't involve her. On one hand I wanna go out and have fun... meet a random guy and go home with him. On the other hand I am tired and just wanna stare at the TV or computer and TOTALLY waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;Why did we argue? Good question. Wasn't anything important and it's not a big deal now but still I feel we both need "space" ... Tomorrow it's probably all forgotten =)&lt;br /&gt;A third idea: I stay here in my room (no need to lock the door cause Marie still only moves around when it's 100% nescessary) and then I find my toys, "feed" them with fresh batteries - AND then I relieve a little of all my tension! Heh, I like that idea!&lt;br /&gt;But first I'll update my site =)&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060032260857774?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060032260857774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060032260857774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/argument.html' title='Argument'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060020790862348</id><published>2006-02-09T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:23:27.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes</title><content type='html'>I am eating pancakes, homemade and very tasty! I'm so proud cause I'm not exactly the best cook - but Marie was sitting there in our couch with her big blue knee and she wanted pancakes so badly and my heart just melted &lt;a href="http://img133.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc236&amp;amp;image=th_e4379_pancake.jpg"&gt;loooook!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they look a little groce but they taste great.&lt;br /&gt;Today I helped Marie with her shower. I was really worried (read my silly thoughts in yesterdays entry) - but it turned out to be quite harmless. I was wearing panties and bra and to be honest I'm not even sure Marie noticed anything - it was all "OUCH" and "OH NO IT HURTS" and "STUPID KNEE" from her.&lt;br /&gt;Still she looked beautiful! And I washed her back (for a long time) and STARED at her everytime she didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;But "the right moment" for something a little more sexual didn't come up, it wasn't the right time cause her knee was hurting. Maybe in a few days it'll be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060020790862348?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060020790862348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060020790862348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060010719946396</id><published>2006-02-08T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:23:49.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long day</title><content type='html'>Todays words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;"If you give up drinking, smoking and sex, you dont live longer....it just seems like it."&lt;br /&gt;Indeed today has been a looong day, I didn't drink and smoke and I didn't have sex - I spent much time taking care of Marie. She is practically helpless because she hurt her knee, and she's not in the mood for anything sexrelated because she is in pain. Poor her =(&lt;br /&gt;I made soup for her, and went to rent 2 movies for her, bought candy for her and did what I could to cheer her up. And yes I am a bit proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;She wants me to help her get a shower tonight... but now she's fallen asleep so maybe it's better to wait until tomorrow. It makes me a little nervous because how do we do it? Obviously SHE has to be naked - but do I get naked too? Ooh there is nothing more sexy than a sexy female body covered in soap and water so I REALLY wanna help her out, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to stop being so shy towards her. But when I think of that bright light in our bathroom and my completely naked "not-so-perfect" body I am sure she'll notice that I'm not as good-looking as she is. I prefer a room with only candlelight when I get naked yeah I KNOW it's silly!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I could start out wearing panties and a short top. I'll let you know what happens =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060010719946396?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060010719946396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060010719946396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-day.html' title='A long day'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114059976416422317</id><published>2006-02-07T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:20:58.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie gets vacation</title><content type='html'>I never got to write anything yesterday even though I had it planned - but stupid things just happened around me all the time so I wasn't able to get much time alone by the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing was that Marie called me from work - she had fallen and something was wrong with her knee - it was all blue and purple and swollen up - and it still is, it looks really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;So her boss took her to a doctor after she called me. Luckily nothing was broken or anything, and all she can do is relax and have a few weeks "vacation" on our couch.&lt;br /&gt;Right now she is watching TV so I have a little time on my own, I've been by her side almost every minute since she came home yesterday... she can't walk unless I support her so she basically only gets up when she needs to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;In other words I have put my studies on hold and become her private nurse oh well I guess it's payback time for all she has done for me lately =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114059976416422317?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059976416422317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059976416422317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/marie-gets-vacation.html' title='Marie gets vacation'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114059963740114691</id><published>2006-02-05T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:13:57.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met a cute guy</title><content type='html'>No need to cry anymore - your favorite Gyrl is back!  a new and improved version *wohoo* ... well atleast I've slept most of the day so I don't have a hangover from last night =)&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we went to a nightclub to have some fun, and I met a really cute guy. Actually he was the bartender. We were flirting and I got a lot of free drinks - heh heh =) but I know how it is - or I THINK I know how it is - they flirt with a new girl every night, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;I'll know next time I meet him, if he recognizes me then maybe it meant a little more, and if not... well... then I still got my free drinks =)&lt;br /&gt;He was sooo charming. The kind of guy who knows exactly what to say to impress a girl. Yeah yeah I know he tells that to all the other girls too... *sigh*  so, no more talk about him.&lt;br /&gt;I got a couple of requests about a theme day for my site - to make a "BIG Breast/tits/boobs day" where I only post galleries with focus on big breast... I like the idea so I'll start looking for "material" and then I'll notice you when the big breast day comes up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114059963740114691?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059963740114691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059963740114691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/met-cute-guy.html' title='Met a cute guy'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114059907624647485</id><published>2006-02-04T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:05:27.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to a nightclub</title><content type='html'>Hellooo people! =)&lt;br /&gt;It's saturday and it's actually getting a bit late, and I still have planned to party tonight! A couple of hours ago 3 friends came over and the four of us have had a real girlie-night so far, with fanzy drinks and everything - and later we'll go to a nightclub BUT now all three of them got hungry so they are in the kitchen trying to cook something I'm not sure if it's safe to leave them alone out there but I wanted to use the break to update my site =)&lt;br /&gt;I just have time to answer one question that I missed in my last round of Questions &amp;amp; Answers...&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who do you consider your true "lover" - Marie (my room mate) or Dennis (my almost neighbour that I've been fooling around with)A: If I have to choose then Marie. Especially now cause whatever I have with Dennis it's beginning to "fade out". When I'm with Marie it's much more exiting cause it's so different to be with a girl =) and she is a better kisser than most guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114059907624647485?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059907624647485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059907624647485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/going-to-nightclub.html' title='Going to a nightclub'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114059829694877905</id><published>2006-02-03T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:51:36.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Finally friday *yayy* it's been a busy week for me so I will try to relax a little tomorrow. But I also have plans - I will probably go to a party tomorrow night... well it depends on how much energy I have. So my saturday will look like this: 1: relax relax relax. 2: party party party! And then sunday ONLY relax&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to bed with this terrible headacke that I told ya about in my last entry. I felt sooo sorry for myself. Yeah I can really be a crybaby sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But then I got a phonecall from Marie, she was on her way home from work two hours earlier than planned so she just wanted to ask if I needed anything and suddenly I was VERY much alive again - YES YES - CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE! heh heh... all dark clouds disappeared instantly&lt;br /&gt;So she came home and took good care of me - I got chocolate and massage. Oh, now that I see it on writing I feel all sorry for her. First a hard night at work and then home to take care of me - poor her, I better do something nice for HER soon =) any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;And NOW it's time for me to post some new babes - so stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114059829694877905?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059829694877905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059829694877905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114059821390910223</id><published>2006-02-02T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T00:50:13.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fantasy</title><content type='html'>I noticed many of you liked what I wrote yesterday about my fantasy! I got some very nice responses on it so thanks a lot to those who wrote me =)&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep things short today cause I have a bad headacke. I had it all day long *waaah* and I think it's because of too little sleep... ooh what to do, what to do? Maybe get some sleep? Yeah I think I will =)&lt;br /&gt;Come back tomorrow and cross your fingers that I'll be more fun then!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114059821390910223?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059821390910223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114059821390910223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-fantasy.html' title='My fantasy'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060319281782087</id><published>2006-02-01T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:13:12.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fantasy</title><content type='html'>Just a few thoughts today...&lt;br /&gt;You might remember I wrote yesterday about how horny I was. It's been the same today! And I got a new fantasy going on in my head all day.&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this: I meet a married couple and they invite me home - well in my fantasy I might be a little more naive than in real life  so I follow them and before I know it they start seducing me! One thing leads to another and we end up naked...&lt;br /&gt;And the wife shows me all the girl-girl stuff I still haven't tried while her husband watch us - and then he fucks us both! I was inspired to this fantasy while I was surfing on a site where I found &lt;a href="http://www.freevideogallery.com/galleries/gallery.php?site=couplesseduceteens&amp;style=4&amp;amp;number=9&amp;revid=44841&amp;amp;s=0&amp;amp;nopop=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; - warnining only click if ya like hardcore stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I know the movie clips are WAY too short - but they inspired me to make my own "internal fantasy-movie" - I especially got turned on by the part where the young girl rides the husband while she touches the wife's (very big) tits =)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna need my toys today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060319281782087?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060319281782087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060319281782087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-fantasy.html' title='A little fantasy'/><author><name>me</name><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-22825293.post-114060553002657887</id><published>2006-01-31T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:52:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hornyness</title><content type='html'>Helloooo to you and you and YOU! =) Actually I should have been in a lousy mood today cause I am much more busy than I like to be - but the funny thing is I am still happy! Sorry for the lack of diary update yesterday - it was a typical monday with work, work and more work - and no fun.&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is that when I am busy I always get SO horny too! I have no idea why this happens and it's really frustrating   it's the same every time, I try to consentrate but my mind keeps wandering... and every man (and most women) I meet become potential victims of my hornyness - I suddenly find something attractive in even the ugliest person - so WATCH OUT!&lt;br /&gt;I found a couple of interesting links today! First one hasn't got any porn, not even a naked woman - BUT it has two other things that I find VERRRY nice - &lt;a href="http://www.turnto10.com/news/6435686/detail.html#"&gt;chocolate and diamonds&lt;/a&gt; - so let me hear who wants to buy that piece of chocolate for me? The price is "only" $5..... mio.&lt;br /&gt;Next one is a bit funny - AND includes women in bikinis! It seems that for every possible thing here on earth there is also a "Miss title" - let me introduce: &lt;a href="http://today.reuters.com/tv/videoChannel.aspx?storyid=5d64a50f650207db7aaa015523f05e755c91b90b"&gt;Miss Marijuana!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be next? A Miss Gyrl title? - oh! oh! Vote for me! Vote for me! heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this was all from me today - I need to prepare for school now... I have about 50 pages to read before I can go to bed. I better get started...&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22825293-114060553002657887?l=gyrls-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060553002657887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22825293/posts/default/114060553002657887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gyrls-diary.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-hornyness.html' title='My hornyness'/><author><name>me</name><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>
