﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>you call me a bitch, like it's a bad thing</title><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/</link><description>Avengelica</description><copyright>(c) 2007, BlogCentral.is, All rights reserved.</copyright><ttl>60</ttl><item><title>Gleðileg jól og allt hitt dótið;-)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;j&amp;aacute; gott f&amp;oacute;lk, &amp;eacute;g vona a&amp;eth; j&amp;oacute;lin s&amp;eacute;u b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; ykkur. &amp;eacute;g veit svo sem a&amp;eth; ve&amp;eth;ri&amp;eth; er ekki b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. horf&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; &amp;aacute; netinu &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;an a&amp;eth; allt v&amp;aelig;ri a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a vitlaust, fl&amp;aelig;ddi alls sta&amp;eth;ar upp &amp;uacute;r og t&amp;oacute;mt vesen. get alla vega sagt ykkur a&amp;eth; ve&amp;eth;ri&amp;eth; h&amp;eacute;r &amp;iacute; austurr&amp;iacute;ki er b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera algj&amp;ouml;rlega fr&amp;aacute;b&amp;aelig;rt. soldi&amp;eth; kalt en s&amp;oacute;l og bl&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a. a&amp;eth;eins dimmt yfir &amp;iacute; dag og sm&amp;aacute; snj&amp;oacute;koma en annars bara snilld. sp&amp;aacute;ir snj&amp;oacute;komu &amp;aacute; morgun. en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;ur vonandi ekki miki&amp;eth;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;j&amp;aacute; ef &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; skildu&amp;eth; ekki vita &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er &amp;eacute;g dunda m&amp;eacute;r vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a h&amp;eacute;rna &amp;iacute; r&amp;iacute;kinu &amp;iacute; austri. gekk svo sem ekki vel a&amp;eth; komast hinga&amp;eth;. sp&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;i allt &amp;iacute; einu brj&amp;aacute;lu&amp;eth;u ve&amp;eth;ri &amp;aacute; fimmtudagsn&amp;oacute;ttina sem &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla&amp;eth;i &amp;uacute;t. &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;llu var hent ofan &amp;iacute; t&amp;ouml;sku &amp;iacute; einum gr&amp;aelig;num og bruna&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig;inn til snillu minnar og hennar fj&amp;ouml;lskyldu &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g f&amp;eacute;kk a&amp;eth; sofa &amp;aacute; s&amp;oacute;fanum &amp;thorn;ar til &amp;eacute;g f&amp;aelig;ri til keflav&amp;iacute;kur. svaf n&amp;aacute;tt&amp;uacute;rulega mj&amp;ouml;g liti&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g var alltaf a&amp;eth; t&amp;eacute;kka &amp;aacute; textavarpinu hvort flugi&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri &amp;aacute; r&amp;eacute;ttum t&amp;iacute;ma. var nefnilega ekki til &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; missa af tengifluti einu sinni enn;-) en alla vega til keflav&amp;iacute;kur right time en finnst endilega a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g hafi gleymt a&amp;eth; l&amp;aelig;sa b&amp;iacute;lnum m&amp;iacute;num &amp;thorn;ar fyrir utan. kannski ver&amp;eth;ur bara b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; hreinsa &amp;uacute;t &amp;uacute;r honum &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g kem heim en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;ur bara a&amp;eth; koma &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s. nokku&amp;eth; sl&amp;ouml;k &amp;iacute; keflav&amp;iacute;k &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g vissi a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g hef&amp;eth;i 2 t&amp;iacute;ma til a&amp;eth; skipta um flug &amp;iacute; london. en eins au&amp;eth;vita&amp;eth; gekk &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki upp. h&amp;aacute;lft&amp;iacute;ma of seint af sta&amp;eth; og seinkun &amp;aacute; t&amp;ouml;skum. &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; klukkut&amp;iacute;ma hlj&amp;oacute;p &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; gegnum london stamstead me&amp;eth; hjarta&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; buxunum. h&amp;eacute;lt &amp;eacute;g f&amp;aelig;ri yfirum &amp;iacute;  &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g var a&amp;eth; fara &amp;iacute; gegnum security. 25 m&amp;iacute;n &amp;thorn;ar, og af sta&amp;eth;. hlaupa, hlaupa og hlaupa a&amp;eth; hli&amp;eth;i 41. &amp;thorn;ar s&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; rassgati&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;asta far&amp;thorn;eganum a&amp;eth; labba inn. &amp;oacute; gu&amp;eth;, &amp;eacute;g er ekki a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; missa af flugi h&amp;eacute;rna &amp;iacute; londun......&amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; kom bara &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s a&amp;eth; flugi&amp;eth; til salzburg var bara ekkert vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta hli&amp;eth;. af sta&amp;eth; og hlaupa a&amp;eth; hli&amp;eth;i 49, &amp;thorn;ar var engin vi&amp;eth; nein bor&amp;eth; og &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g stend me&amp;eth; hjarta&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; h&amp;aacute;lsinum kemur &amp;aelig;gilega s&amp;aelig;t l&amp;iacute;til kona og tilkynnir m&amp;eacute;r &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; s&amp;eacute; 20 m&amp;iacute;n seinkunn &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; flugi. &amp;uacute;ff, sjaldan veri&amp;eth; eins feginn &amp;aacute; &amp;aelig;vinni held &amp;eacute;g. &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; til wagrain komst heilu &amp;aacute; h&amp;ouml;ldnu, vara 20 m&amp;iacute;n of seint.l &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;og n&amp;uacute; er &amp;eacute;g b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera h&amp;eacute;rna a&amp;eth; sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a, djamma og sofa. reyndar fyrsta kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth; f&amp;eacute;kk &amp;eacute;g m&amp;eacute;r g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;a kv&amp;ouml;ldg&amp;ouml;ngu upp eina sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;abrekkuna. j&amp;aacute;bb, haf&amp;eth;i t&amp;yacute;nt sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;agleraugum sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;avinkonu minnar einhvers sta&amp;eth;ar &amp;aacute; lei&amp;eth;inni ni&amp;eth;ur, h&amp;eacute;lt samt a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri ekkert svo langt &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g arka&amp;eth;i af sta&amp;eth;. vi&amp;eth; 3 beygju upp fann &amp;eacute;g gleraugun. og get sagt ykkur &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;ja beygja upp er alveg slatti langt. s&amp;eacute;rstaklega &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er snarbratt, h&amp;aacute;lt og mar er a&amp;eth; klifra &amp;aacute; fj&amp;oacute;rum f&amp;oacute;tum. alm&amp;aacute;ttugur minn g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur var &amp;eacute;g or&amp;eth;inn &amp;thorn;reytt &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g loksins fann &amp;thorn;au. svo bara f&amp;oacute;r &amp;eacute;g &amp;aacute; bossann og hurra&amp;eth;i ni&amp;eth;ur aftur.  f&amp;eacute;kk nokkra bj&amp;oacute;ra &amp;uacute;t a&amp;eth; vera hetja dagsins.....;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en &amp;oacute; my gott hva&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera drepast &amp;iacute; f&amp;oacute;tunum s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute;. vont vont vont. &amp;aacute;i. alveg risast&amp;oacute;rar har&amp;eth;sperrur. &amp;iacute; hvert skipti sem &amp;eacute;g s&amp;eacute; stiga e&amp;eth;a brekku langar mig helst a&amp;eth; sitjast ni&amp;eth;ur og gr&amp;aacute;ta. veit upp &amp;aacute; h&amp;aacute;r hvar hver v&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;vi er &amp;iacute; k&amp;aacute;lfunum, l&amp;aelig;runum og rassinum. get ekki sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a&amp;eth; nema byrja &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r einn TV&amp;Ouml;FALDANN snafs....&amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; fyrst smyrjast v&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;varnir. &amp;thorn;etta er ekkert gr&amp;iacute;n gott f&amp;oacute;lk. &amp;thorn;etta er afar alvarlegt m&amp;aacute;l....... labba um eins og eldg&amp;ouml;mul kelling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;annars er bara allt gott af m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; fr&amp;eacute;tta, er a&amp;eth; fara &amp;aacute; syngja &amp;iacute; kara&amp;oacute;k&amp;iacute; &amp;aacute; eftir. &amp;aacute; v&amp;iacute;st a&amp;eth; vinna &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; svo allir sem &amp;thorn;ekki mig h&amp;eacute;r geti drukki&amp;eth; fl&amp;ouml;skuna sem er &amp;iacute; vinning.... later&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/30/gledileg-jol-og-allt-hitt-dotid-/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/30/gledileg-jol-og-allt-hitt-dotid-/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 20:13:40 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>misnotuð og ónýt</title><description>&lt;p&gt;stelpur, hafi&amp;eth;i teki&amp;eth; eftir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; ef einhver st&amp;iacute;gur yfir striki&amp;eth; og kemur fram vi&amp;eth; ykkur &amp;aacute; vondan h&amp;aacute;tt &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er eins og snertingin s&amp;eacute; lengi til sta&amp;eth;ar!! s&amp;eacute;rstaklega ef &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er einstaklingur sem okkur er &amp;iacute; rauninni mj&amp;ouml;g illa vi&amp;eth;!! &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er eins og ma&amp;eth;ur s&amp;eacute; sk&amp;iacute;tugur, mann langar &amp;iacute; sturtu helst &amp;aacute; stundinni. tala n&amp;uacute; ekki um ef ma&amp;eth;ur &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; fara &amp;iacute; kjallarsko&amp;eth;un, a&amp;eth; leyfa einhverjum sem hefur &amp;iacute; raun ekki leyfi, a&amp;eth; tro&amp;eth;a einhverju upp &amp;iacute; mitt allra heilagasta. veit ekki me&amp;eth; ykkur en &amp;eacute;g hef alla ekki g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;a reynslu af &amp;thorn;annig, oft &amp;thorn;urft a&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;ta &amp;aacute; jaxlinn svo &amp;eacute;g sparki ekki &amp;iacute; l&amp;aelig;kninn sem er a&amp;eth; tro&amp;eth;a einhverju &amp;iacute;sk&amp;ouml;ldu j&amp;aacute;rni e&amp;eth;a fingrunum s&amp;iacute;num upp &amp;iacute; legg&amp;ouml;ngin m&amp;iacute;n. sem notabene mj&amp;ouml;g &amp;thorn;r&amp;ouml;ng og &amp;eacute;g greinilega ekki b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; eignast krakka. d&amp;ouml;hh, stendur &amp;aacute; bla&amp;eth;inu sem &amp;eacute;g var a&amp;eth; krossa vi&amp;eth;, f&amp;iacute;fli&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;itt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hef stundum velt &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; fyrir m&amp;eacute;r af hverju &amp;eacute;g er svona uppst&amp;ouml;kk &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g lendi &amp;iacute; svona a&amp;eth;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;u. geri m&amp;eacute;r reyndar fulla grein fyrir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; mitt pers&amp;oacute;nulega sv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;i er mj&amp;ouml;g st&amp;oacute;rt og ef einhver ve&amp;eth;ur inn &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; bakka &amp;eacute;g alltaf. ef engin undankomulei&amp;eth; er &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ver&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g oft aggress&amp;iacute;v &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; hinn a&amp;eth;illinn bakkar. vi&amp;eth; eigum okkur &amp;ouml;ll &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; pers&amp;oacute;nulegt sv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;i, hversu st&amp;oacute;rt &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er fer eftir hverjum og einum. l&amp;iacute;klega er &amp;thorn;eir sem eru mj&amp;ouml;g sterkar pers&amp;oacute;nur me&amp;eth; minna sv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;i en a&amp;eth;rir, annars veit &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki. en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er oft gaman a&amp;eth; fylgjast me&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lki tala saman, s&amp;eacute;st oft strax hverjir eru me&amp;eth; st&amp;oacute;rt sv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;i og hverjir ekki. einnig er h&amp;aelig;gt a&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;etta ef f&amp;oacute;lk situr saman &amp;iacute; s&amp;oacute;fa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en lei&amp;eth;inda snertingar eru alltaf eins og brennimerki &amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; til &amp;eacute;g kemst einhvert anna&amp;eth; og n&amp;aelig; a&amp;eth; hreinsa hugann. &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er allt &amp;iacute; g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;u:haha:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/5/misnotud-og-onyt/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/11/5/misnotud-og-onyt/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 14:52:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>hitt og þetta og allt það</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;thorn;etta ver&amp;eth;ur svona bland &amp;iacute; poka &amp;iacute; dag. kannski man &amp;eacute;g allt sem &amp;eacute;g hef hugsa&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; skrifa einhvern t&amp;iacute;mann en stundum man mar ekki neitt. en alla vega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) venjur!!!! hafi&amp;eth;i lent &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; eru&amp;eth;&amp;nbsp; a&amp;eth; gera &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; alltaf &amp;aacute; sama t&amp;iacute;manum? &amp;eacute;g er b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; venja mig &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g tannbursta mig &amp;aacute; kv&amp;ouml;ldin sit &amp;eacute;g vanalega &amp;aacute; kl&amp;oacute;settinu og t&amp;aelig;mi pissubl&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;runa. aldrei svo sem p&amp;aelig;lt &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essu. fyrr en um daginn &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; gisti &amp;iacute; &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; b&amp;aelig;num. gleymdi tannburstanum heima en &amp;thorn;urfti samt a&amp;eth; pissa &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en &amp;eacute;g&amp;nbsp;f&amp;aelig;ri a&amp;eth; sofa. &amp;aelig;tla&amp;eth;i bara aldrei a&amp;eth; hafa &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; af. &amp;eacute;g meina. sat &amp;aacute; kl&amp;oacute;settinu, m&amp;aacute;l a&amp;eth; pissa en ekkert ger&amp;eth;ist. skildi bara ekkert &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essu fyrr en n&amp;aelig;sta kv&amp;ouml;ld &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g sat &amp;aacute; kl&amp;oacute;settinu me&amp;eth; tannburstann og pissa&amp;eth;i &amp;iacute; lei&amp;eth;inni. bara fyndi&amp;eth;. :haha: ver&amp;eth; greinilega alltaf a&amp;eth; muna eftir tannburstanum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)limb&amp;oacute;!!! j&amp;aacute; hva&amp;eth; er limb&amp;oacute;. nei er ekki a&amp;eth; meina &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; komast undir einhverja sp&amp;yacute;tu &amp;aacute;n &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; snerta. er a&amp;eth; meina &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; t&amp;iacute;ma &amp;thorn;egar einhvern veginn ekkert gengur upp. er allt &amp;iacute; einu einn &amp;iacute; heiminum eftir t&amp;iacute;ma &amp;thorn;egar mar haf&amp;eth;i ekki undan a&amp;eth; gera allt &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem mar lofa&amp;eth;i. enginn hefur samband, t.d. fr&amp;eacute;tti &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; vinkona m&amp;iacute;n hef&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute;tt l&amp;iacute;tinn str&amp;aacute;k 5 D&amp;Ouml;GUM eftir a&amp;eth; h&amp;uacute;n &amp;aacute;tti. &amp;iacute; alv&amp;ouml;ru er ekki h&amp;aelig;gt a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta mann vita af &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;? e&amp;eth;a er &amp;eacute;g kannski kr&amp;ouml;fuh&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth;. &amp;aacute;tti &amp;eacute;g kannski sj&amp;aacute;lf a&amp;eth; hringja daglega og athuga me&amp;eth; fr&amp;eacute;ttir? &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er eins og &amp;eacute;g l&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute;fram &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;oku. langt s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g hef veri&amp;eth; svona. alltaf haft n&amp;aacute;kv&amp;aelig;mt hva&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g vildi og hven&amp;aelig;r &amp;eacute;g vildi &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;etta er skr&amp;yacute;tin tilfinning. skil &amp;thorn;etta ekki alveg. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)fyller&amp;iacute; me&amp;eth; sk&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;akennurum. j&amp;aacute; b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; panta flug og &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; vera &amp;uacute;ti um &amp;aacute;ram&amp;oacute;tin. hef ekki efni &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essu en bara virkilega &amp;thorn;arf &amp;aacute; fr&amp;iacute;inu a&amp;eth; halda. god damn &amp;thorn;etta ver&amp;eth;ur gaman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anna&amp;eth; svo sem var &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki &amp;iacute; bili. j&amp;uacute; annars, held a&amp;eth; str&amp;aacute;kam&amp;aacute;lin hafi fokkast upp eitthva&amp;eth;. afar skr&amp;yacute;ti&amp;eth; d&amp;aelig;mi &amp;iacute; gangi. &amp;thorn;oli ekki svona leiki, nenni &amp;thorn;eim ekki. er a&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; sama tr&amp;iacute;tment og &amp;eacute;g geri vi&amp;eth; anna&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;lk &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g er komin me&amp;eth; n&amp;oacute;g. ALGJ&amp;Ouml;R &amp;THORN;&amp;Ouml;GN &amp;iacute; gangi. fyndi&amp;eth;. vanalega er &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g sem loka mig af og svara ekki einstaka lei&amp;eth;inda f&amp;oacute;lki. beint &amp;iacute; feisi&amp;eth;....... kannski &amp;aacute; mar &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; skili&amp;eth;. kannski&amp;nbsp; &amp;aelig;tti mar a&amp;eth; hafa allt &amp;aacute; hreinu. hmmmm, neinei, breyti ekki til &amp;uacute;r &amp;thorn;essu. &amp;aelig;tla bara a&amp;eth; segja &amp;thorn;etta gott. &amp;thorn;etta var gaman me&amp;eth;an &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var og hanan&amp;uacute;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/29/hitt-og-thetta-og-allt-thad/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/29/hitt-og-thetta-og-allt-thad/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 14:45:38 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Norn</title><description>&lt;p&gt;bara komin aftur:haha:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;t&amp;oacute;k eitthva&amp;eth; pr&amp;oacute;f &amp;aacute; edda.is e&amp;eth;a eddupr&amp;oacute;f.is &amp;thorn;ar kom &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er!!!!:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norn, s&amp;uacute;pernorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Enginn getur sta&amp;eth;ist segulmagna&amp;eth;a t&amp;ouml;fra &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;na og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; fyrirfinnst enginn galdrameistari sem getur unni&amp;eth; gegn pers&amp;oacute;nut&amp;ouml;frum &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;num. En vi&amp;eth; n&amp;aacute;nari athugun kemur &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; &amp;aacute;tt engan svartan hatt, &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; ert ekki rau&amp;eth;h&amp;aelig;r&amp;eth; og &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; fer&amp;eth;ast ekki um &amp;aacute; k&amp;uacute;stskafti. Hvernig er &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; h&amp;aelig;gt a&amp;eth; halda &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; fram a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; s&amp;eacute;rt norn. &lt;br /&gt;Einfalt m&amp;aacute;l: &amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; er alltaf fullt af f&amp;oacute;lki sem sn&amp;yacute;st &amp;iacute; kringum &amp;thorn;ig (l&amp;iacute;ka flugur) &amp;aacute;n &amp;thorn;ess a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; hafir gert neitt. Sterkasti galdraeiginleiki &amp;thorn;inn felst &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; koma sj&amp;aacute;lfri &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r &amp;aacute; &amp;oacute;vart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe, kemur ekki &amp;aacute; &amp;oacute;vart.......8):klikk:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/15/norn/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/15/norn/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 15:01:58 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>bara hitt og þetta</title><description>&lt;p&gt;fannst vera komin t&amp;iacute;mi &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; l&amp;aacute;ta vita af m&amp;eacute;r og skipta m&amp;eacute;r af &amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;f&amp;eacute;lagsm&amp;aacute;lum. j&amp;aacute; e&amp;eth;a &amp;thorn;annig sko.... hva&amp;eth; er annars a&amp;eth; fr&amp;eacute;tta. j&amp;uacute;, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er v&amp;iacute;st eitthva&amp;eth; str&amp;aacute;kastand &amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r. &amp;eacute;g var alveg b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; gleyma hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; tekur langan t&amp;iacute;ma. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; eru li&amp;eth;inn slatti t&amp;iacute;mi s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an &amp;eacute;g var s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;ast &amp;iacute; svona veseni. er me&amp;eth; fullt h&amp;uacute;s af hestum sem &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;arf alvarlega a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; losa mig vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; ekkert er a&amp;eth; gerast &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;eim m&amp;aacute;lum. reyndar b&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera glata&amp;eth; ve&amp;eth;ur til a&amp;eth; standa &amp;iacute; sollei&amp;eth;is. alltaf rigning. &amp;ouml;ll rigningin sem kom ekki s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;asta sumar er komin n&amp;uacute;na &amp;aacute; nokkrum vikum. svaka stu&amp;eth;. j&amp;aacute; og svo er &amp;eacute;g komin &amp;iacute; k&amp;oacute;r. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; tekur l&amp;iacute;ka t&amp;iacute;ma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en svo &amp;eacute;g h&amp;aelig;tti &amp;thorn;essu v&amp;aelig;li. &amp;thorn;etta er allt &amp;aelig;gilega gaman. &amp;thorn;arf bara a&amp;eth; l&amp;eacute;tta &amp;aacute; vinnunni.......vi&amp;eth; allt.....;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;thorn;etta ver&amp;eth;ur l&amp;eacute;legt &amp;iacute; dag. &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; kveikja &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;f&amp;eacute;lagsvitundinni minni. skrifa um eitthva&amp;eth; anna&amp;eth; en mig alla daga. er svo merkilega lei&amp;eth;inlegt til lengdar......8)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/15/bara-hitt-og-thetta/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/15/bara-hitt-og-thetta/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 14:53:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Nýr texti, súr og bitur</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;MY HEART IS A FIST&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I surrender,&lt;br /&gt;I know I&amp;#39;ve been a pretender&lt;br /&gt;You can have this guilt this misery I wear so well&lt;br /&gt;I wave my flag I sound the alarm&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stop me before I do any harm&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;I know I&amp;#39;ve been a pretender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m living a dead life I&amp;#39;m staring into the headlights&lt;br /&gt;Of a gateway car that&amp;#39;ll take me out of my mind tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash and burn s.o.s. somebody help me get out of this mess of a dead life&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m burning under the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a fist drenched in blood&lt;br /&gt;My soul will fight again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at these hollow eyes- one last look before I say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To this candle-lit nightmare I feel like can never escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch me fall from grade-watch me carve my hate&lt;br /&gt;In the heart of a lover I feel I can never escape my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you on your cloud looking down&lt;br /&gt;I am on my knees today but you don&amp;#39;t notice me&lt;br /&gt;You don&amp;#39;t notice me&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m screaming while I pray&lt;br /&gt;While I pray&lt;br /&gt;While I pray&lt;br /&gt;You don&amp;#39;t notice me&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m sick of you...&lt;br /&gt;I am done with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PAPA ROACH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/12/nyr-texti-sur-og-bitur/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/12/nyr-texti-sur-og-bitur/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 09:20:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>og þá var kátt í höllinni!!!!!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;hv&amp;iacute;l&amp;iacute;k snilld helgin var. bara gaman. gaman a&amp;eth; hitta t&amp;yacute;nda vinkonu sem er bara or&amp;eth;in k&amp;uacute;ab&amp;oacute;ndi og k&amp;uacute;ab&amp;oacute;ndann hennar. &amp;thorn;au eru bara s&amp;aelig;t saman. svo djamma&amp;eth; og skemmt s&amp;eacute;r&amp;nbsp;vel og ef &amp;ouml;kklinn hef&amp;eth;i ekki veri&amp;eth; eins og asni hef&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g dansa&amp;eth; enn &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; meira. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hva&amp;eth; er m&amp;aacute;li&amp;eth; me&amp;eth; sunnlenska str&amp;aacute;ka. af hverjur kunna &amp;thorn;eir ekki a&amp;eth; dansa eins og &amp;thorn;eir skagfirsku? &amp;thorn;eir skagfirsku sn&amp;uacute;a manni hring eftir hring og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er bara gaman:haha: var reyndar oft sein &amp;uacute;r sn&amp;uacute;ningunum af &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g gat ekki sn&amp;uacute;i&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; kringum h&amp;aelig;gri &amp;ouml;kklann, var a&amp;eth; reyna a&amp;eth; gera &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; kringum &amp;thorn;ann vinstri. &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;studagskv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth; skruppum vi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; m&amp;aelig;lifell og &amp;thorn;ar hitti &amp;eacute;g dreng&amp;nbsp;sem &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;tla a&amp;eth; kalla LITLA LJ&amp;Oacute;SKA. hann litli lj&amp;oacute;ski vildi endilega dansa vi&amp;eth; mig en &amp;eacute;g vildi &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;ouml;kklinn v&amp;aelig;ri ekki lagi. hann misskildi mig alveg og h&amp;eacute;lt a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g kynni ekki a&amp;eth; dansa. hann gafs ekki upp fyrr en &amp;eacute;g var komin &amp;iacute; dansst&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;u og af sta&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; f&amp;oacute;rum. ALM&amp;Aacute;TTUGUR JEMINN. bj&amp;oacute;st alveg vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;ouml;kklinn yr&amp;eth;i eftir einhvers sta&amp;eth;ar &amp;aacute; dansg&amp;oacute;lfinu. hann var alltaf a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a &amp;aacute;n&amp;aelig;g&amp;eth;ari og &amp;aacute;n&amp;aelig;g&amp;eth;ari yfir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; hva&amp;eth; hann v&amp;aelig;ri g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur kennari, &amp;eacute;g v&amp;aelig;ri bara a&amp;eth; n&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essu strax..........;) &amp;iacute; lok kv&amp;ouml;ldsins var &amp;eacute;g or&amp;eth;in virkilega &amp;thorn;reytt &amp;iacute; &amp;ouml;kklanum og har&amp;eth;neita&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; dansa vi&amp;eth; hann. hann var&amp;eth; p&amp;iacute;nu f&amp;uacute;ll yfir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; en allt &amp;iacute; lagi. daginn eftir hitti k&amp;uacute;ab&amp;oacute;ndinn litla lj&amp;oacute;ska og saka&amp;eth;i hann um a&amp;eth; vera sadista, hann hef&amp;eth;i ekki teki&amp;eth; eftir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g hef&amp;eth;i &amp;iacute; rauninni dansa&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; hann &amp;aacute; annari l&amp;ouml;ppinni. greyi&amp;eth; hann litli lj&amp;oacute;ski f&amp;oacute;r alveg &amp;iacute; kleinu v&amp;iacute;st og um kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; hallarballinu kom hann og ba&amp;eth;st afs&amp;ouml;kunar &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; vera svona &amp;oacute;tillitssamur en vildi samt f&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; dansa vi&amp;eth; mig. m&amp;eacute;r leist ekkert s&amp;eacute;rstaklega &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ar sem hann litli lj&amp;oacute;ski var or&amp;eth;inn nokku&amp;eth; fullur en hann lofa&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; fara bara h&amp;aelig;gt og varlega. j&amp;aacute;, h&amp;aelig;gt og varlega sag&amp;eth;i hann. eftir einn dans var hann kominn &amp;aacute; full swing. og eitt skipti&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;egar hann sneri m&amp;eacute;r fyrir ,,aftan sig&amp;quot; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; bara gat &amp;eacute;g ekki stoppa&amp;eth;. flaug einhverja 2 metra &amp;iacute; burtu fr&amp;aacute; honum &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en &amp;eacute;g gat stoppa&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g leit til baka var litli lj&amp;oacute;ski enn &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; me&amp;eth; baki&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; mig og me&amp;eth; b&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ar hendur fyrir aftan bak a&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a eftir m&amp;eacute;r. tilb&amp;uacute;inn a&amp;eth; sn&amp;uacute;a m&amp;eacute;r meira. &amp;aacute;&amp;eth;ur en &amp;eacute;g komst til baka labba&amp;eth;i einhver drengur fram hj&amp;aacute; litla lj&amp;oacute;ska og rak s&amp;iacute;na hendi &amp;iacute; hendina &amp;aacute; litla lj&amp;oacute;ska og hva&amp;eth; haldi&amp;eth;i? litli lj&amp;oacute;ski greip fast &amp;iacute; hendina &amp;aacute; drengnum, haldandi a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g v&amp;aelig;ri komin til baka, og byrja&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; sn&amp;uacute;a drengnum. &amp;eacute;g hef&amp;eth;i vilja&amp;eth; taka mynd af drengjunum &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;essu andartaki, svipurinn &amp;aacute; b&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;um str&amp;aacute;kunum var &amp;oacute;borganlegur, s&amp;eacute;rstaklega &amp;aacute; litla lj&amp;oacute;ska &amp;thorn;egar hann ger&amp;eth;i s&amp;eacute;r grein fyrir a&amp;eth; hendinn tilheyr&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r ekki..........:haha:8) h&amp;eacute;lt &amp;eacute;g myndi m&amp;iacute;ga &amp;iacute; mig &amp;uacute;r hl&amp;aacute;tri og litli lj&amp;oacute;ski gekk &amp;iacute; burtu me&amp;eth; f&amp;yacute;lusvip. &amp;thorn;urfti ekki a&amp;eth; dansa vi&amp;eth; hann &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem eftir var kv&amp;ouml;ldsins...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;en litli lj&amp;oacute;ski var ekki eini drengurinn sem &amp;eacute;g dansa&amp;eth;i vi&amp;eth;, hitti drenginn sem &amp;eacute;g kalla&amp;eth;i spinelss e&amp;eth;a g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;a drenginn&amp;nbsp;&amp;iacute; fyrri r&amp;eacute;ttars&amp;ouml;gu. dansa&amp;eth;i bara heilmiki&amp;eth; vi&amp;eth; hann og............................... rest kemur &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s seinna. kannski segi &amp;eacute;g einhvern t&amp;iacute;mann fr&amp;aacute; yfirheyrslunni sem &amp;eacute;g lenti &amp;iacute; heima hj&amp;aacute; honum.......&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;ynnku dau&amp;eth;ans. skj&amp;aacute;lfta, lystarleysi og &amp;ouml;llum pakkanum, not my finest hour en er &amp;aacute; l&amp;iacute;fi ennnnnnnnn&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/3/og-tha-var-katt-i-hollinni/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/10/3/og-tha-var-katt-i-hollinni/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 09:58:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>á leið í réttir með........</title><description>&lt;p&gt;hrikalega sveran og a&amp;eth;&amp;nbsp;ver&amp;eth;a fj&amp;oacute;lubl&amp;aacute;r og bl&amp;aacute;r &amp;ouml;kkli. j&amp;aacute; gott f&amp;oacute;lk er komin &amp;oacute;heppna st&amp;iacute;linn aftur. skil ekki hva&amp;eth; er a&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r. var bara a&amp;eth; vesenast &amp;iacute; trippunum &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;ri&amp;eth;judagskv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth;. enda&amp;eth;i me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; eitt trippi&amp;eth; bara sveif yfir ger&amp;eth;isveggina og l&amp;eacute;t sig hverfa &amp;uacute;t &amp;iacute; myrkri&amp;eth;. heyr&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; h&amp;uacute;n f&amp;oacute;r yfir gaddav&amp;iacute;rsgir&amp;eth;ingu &amp;aacute; lei&amp;eth;inni(ka&amp;eth;allinn sem var &amp;iacute; m&amp;uacute;lnum festist eitthva&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; v&amp;iacute;rnum) en svo s&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute;g hana bara ekkert meir. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var ekkert sem &amp;eacute;g gat gert &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;essu myrkri &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g bara r&amp;ouml;lti inn &amp;iacute; hesth&amp;uacute;s &amp;iacute; BRJ&amp;Aacute;LU&amp;ETH;U SKAPI og f&amp;oacute;r a&amp;eth; gefa. &amp;iacute; sakleysi m&amp;iacute;nu &amp;thorn;ar me&amp;eth; fangi&amp;eth; fullt af heyi st&amp;iacute;g &amp;eacute;g eitthva&amp;eth; vitlaust &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;repi&amp;eth; sem er ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; hl&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;u, MISST&amp;Iacute;G mig og dettt aftur ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; r&amp;uacute;lluna. &amp;Aacute;I hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta var VONT. var b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; gleyma hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var vont a&amp;eth; misst&amp;iacute;ga sig. dofinn og sl&amp;aacute;tturinn &amp;aacute;samt fl&amp;ouml;kurleikanum sem kemur alltaf &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g finn miki&amp;eth; til, var alveg einst&amp;ouml;k tilfinning sem &amp;eacute;g hef&amp;eth;i alveg geta&amp;eth; lifa&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;n &amp;thorn;essa vikuna. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alla&amp;nbsp;vega, &amp;eacute;g kl&amp;aacute;ra&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth; gefa, skrei&amp;eth; upp &amp;iacute; b&amp;iacute;l, kem vi&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; sjoppu &amp;aacute; lei&amp;eth;inni til a&amp;eth; redda m&amp;eacute;r klaka. byrja s&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;an a&amp;eth; hringja &amp;uacute;t til a&amp;eth; finna einhvern sem &amp;aelig;tti teygjubindi og verkjat&amp;ouml;flur, sem betur fer &amp;aacute; &amp;eacute;g &amp;aelig;&amp;eth;islegt &amp;ouml;ryggisnet h&amp;eacute;rna &amp;aacute; selfossi. stuttu seinna var &amp;eacute;g b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vefja &amp;ouml;kklann, sem nota bene var farinn a&amp;eth; b&amp;oacute;lgna &amp;oacute;tr&amp;uacute;lega miki&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; stuttum t&amp;iacute;ma,b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; gleypa risast&amp;oacute;ra &amp;iacute;b&amp;uacute;fen t&amp;ouml;flu og eina park&amp;oacute;d&amp;iacute;n forte, koma m&amp;eacute;r vel fyrir &amp;iacute; r&amp;uacute;minu me&amp;eth; st&amp;oacute;ra grj&amp;oacute;nap&amp;uacute;&amp;eth;ann minn undir &amp;ouml;kklanum og f&amp;iacute;na b&amp;oacute;k. svo var bara a&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a og vona a&amp;eth; verkurinn f&amp;aelig;ri a&amp;eth; dofna. og &amp;eacute;g bei&amp;eth; og bei&amp;eth; og bei&amp;eth; og bei&amp;eth;. svo var klakinn b&amp;uacute;inn, og t&amp;aelig;rnar farnar a&amp;eth; bl&amp;aacute;na. t&amp;iacute;mi &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; vefja aftur, a&amp;eth;eins lausar. og svo bei&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g aftur. verkurinn dofna&amp;eth;i loksinn&amp;nbsp; og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; var komin t&amp;iacute;mi &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; fara a&amp;eth; sofa. og &amp;eacute;g reyndi og reyndi og reyndi, klukkan h&amp;aacute;lf eitt var &amp;eacute;g alveg a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;a vitlaus. HVERNIG ER H&amp;AElig;GT A&amp;ETH; SOFA &amp;Aacute; BAKINU?? &amp;eacute;g bara spyr. m&amp;eacute;r er &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; bara l&amp;iacute;fsins &amp;oacute;m&amp;ouml;gulegt. &amp;Eacute;G VILL SOFA &amp;Aacute; HLI&amp;ETH;UNUM E&amp;ETH;A MAGANUM!!!!!! anna&amp;eth; er m&amp;eacute;r bara algj&amp;ouml;rlega l&amp;iacute;fsins &amp;ouml;m&amp;ouml;gulegt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um morguninn staula&amp;eth;ist &amp;eacute;g fram &amp;uacute;r, n&amp;aacute;nast ekkert sofin, kannski 3 t&amp;iacute;mar e&amp;eth;a svo. og datt &amp;iacute; hug a&amp;eth; st&amp;iacute;ga &amp;iacute; f&amp;oacute;tinn!!!! frekar hr&amp;aelig;dd um a&amp;eth; ef einhver var enn &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; sofandi &amp;iacute; blokkinni klukkan 7 um morguninn &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; var hann &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ekki lengur. get veri&amp;eth; frekar sterk &amp;aacute; h&amp;aacute;a C-INU &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;annig stendur &amp;aacute;:lol:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; n&amp;uacute; er &amp;eacute;g &amp;aacute; lei&amp;eth;inni &amp;iacute; laufsk&amp;aacute;lar&amp;eacute;ttir me&amp;eth; sveran bl&amp;aacute;an &amp;ouml;kkla. nokku&amp;eth; v&amp;iacute;st a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;samt &amp;ouml;llu &amp;aacute;fenginu ver&amp;eth;a b&amp;oacute;lguey&amp;eth;andi t&amp;ouml;flur, teygjubindi, teip og hreinar n&amp;aelig;rbuxur &amp;iacute; fer&amp;eth;at&amp;ouml;skunni.............. l&amp;aelig;t ykkur vita hvernig fer. &amp;thorn;etta ver&amp;eth;ur &amp;ouml;rugglega skrautlegt..... :haha::haha:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/28/a-leid-i-rettir-med/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/28/a-leid-i-rettir-med/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 11:25:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>og þá voru réttir</title><description>&lt;p&gt;j&amp;aacute;, fyrir nokkrum vikum voru r&amp;eacute;ttir heima &amp;iacute; sveitinni. b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; f&amp;aacute; &amp;aacute;skorun um a&amp;eth; segja a&amp;eth;eins fr&amp;aacute;. l&amp;ouml;ngu komin t&amp;iacute;mi &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. &amp;aacute; f&amp;ouml;studeginum rei&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &amp;aacute; m&amp;oacute;ti safninu sem var a&amp;eth; koma fr&amp;aacute; &amp;aacute;rnesi. fyrsta hugsun &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;anga&amp;eth; var komi&amp;eth; var: hver hleypti leiksk&amp;oacute;lanum &amp;iacute; landann!!! &amp;thorn;etta voru allt ungir krakkar algj&amp;ouml;rlega komin &amp;aacute; rassgati&amp;eth;, l&amp;ouml;ngu b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; missa alla stj&amp;oacute;rn &amp;aacute; jafnv&amp;aelig;gi &amp;aacute; hestbaki. oft vorkenndi &amp;eacute;g hestunum. &amp;eacute;g er ekkert miki&amp;eth; fyrir a&amp;eth; drekka &amp;aacute; hestbaki en &amp;thorn;arna missti &amp;eacute;g alla l&amp;ouml;ngun. litli vasapelinn minn &amp;thorn;&amp;oacute;tti bara m&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;gun vi&amp;eth; hnakkt&amp;ouml;skurnar hj&amp;aacute; kr&amp;ouml;kkunum sem voru svo &amp;thorn;ungar a&amp;eth; b&amp;ouml;kin n&amp;aacute;nast svignu&amp;eth;u &amp;aacute; hrossagreyunum(undann &amp;ouml;llu &amp;aacute;fenginu....). &amp;thorn;etta var samt &amp;aacute;g&amp;aelig;tt. &amp;thorn;egar heim var komi&amp;eth; bi&amp;eth;u fullir pottar af kj&amp;ouml;tfarsi, kart&amp;ouml;flum og hv&amp;iacute;tk&amp;aacute;li. svo var komin t&amp;iacute;mi &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;a hvort fari&amp;eth; yr&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; ball me&amp;eth; magna rockstar e&amp;eth;a johnny king. &amp;aacute; endanum var &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; fyrir mig hvert yr&amp;eth;i fari&amp;eth;. get alveg sagt fr&amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; magni st&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; sig vel. &amp;thorn;eir eru eins og jukebox, spila hva&amp;eth; sem er. fr&amp;aacute; h&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth;u rokki til hinna s&amp;iacute;gildu &amp;iacute;slensku ,,&amp;thorn;j&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;laga&amp;quot;. &amp;iacute; r&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;inni &amp;aacute; lei&amp;eth;inni inn &amp;aacute; balli&amp;eth; t&amp;oacute;k &amp;eacute;g eftir a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; var bara nokku&amp;eth; s&amp;aelig;tur tall, dark and handsome drengur a&amp;eth; horfa &amp;aacute; mig. alltaf &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g leit upp &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; leit hann undan, &amp;thorn;etta var or&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; mj&amp;ouml;g fyndi&amp;eth;. svo loksins komst &amp;eacute;g inn &amp;aacute; balli&amp;eth; og &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; fyrsta sem &amp;eacute;g s&amp;eacute; er vinkona m&amp;iacute;n sem &amp;eacute;g hef ekki s&amp;eacute;&amp;eth; lengi, k&amp;ouml;llum hana DOPPU &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; h&amp;uacute;n var &amp;iacute; svo flottum dopp&amp;oacute;ttum kj&amp;oacute;l, og gaurinn &amp;uacute;r r&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;inni. kom &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;etta var br&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ir hennar. einhvern veginn enda&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g &amp;aacute; dansg&amp;oacute;lfinu me&amp;eth; henni doppu og hennar li&amp;eth;i. svo eins og gengur og gerist &amp;thorn;urfti &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth;eins a&amp;eth; skreppa &amp;aacute; barinn til a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ta hverkarnar. var frekar lengi a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; en &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g kom til baka var doppa alveg brj&amp;aacute;lu&amp;eth;: hvar &amp;iacute; fjandanum &amp;eacute;g hef&amp;eth;i veri&amp;eth;, h&amp;uacute;n v&amp;aelig;ri b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; leita a&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r &amp;uacute;t allt. hva, skrapp bara a&amp;eth;eins &amp;aacute; barinn, hva&amp;eth; gengur &amp;aacute;? &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; kom &amp;iacute; lj&amp;oacute;s a&amp;eth; einn drengur &amp;uacute;r h&amp;oacute;pnum v&amp;aelig;ri b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera a&amp;eth; sko&amp;eth;a mig allt kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth;!!! ha mig? ekki t&amp;oacute;k &amp;eacute;g eftir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;!!! &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g gekk &amp;aacute; hana &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; vildi h&amp;uacute;n ekki segja hver &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri. en svo eftir hl&amp;eacute; sag&amp;eth;i h&amp;uacute;n loksins fr&amp;aacute;, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri br&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ir hennar!!! honum fyndist &amp;eacute;g hrikalega flott........ n&amp;uacute;n&amp;uacute;, sag&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g, er &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ekki spurning um a&amp;eth; hann geri eitthva&amp;eth; &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute;? nei, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; vildi hann ekki &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri &amp;ouml;nnur stelpa b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera a&amp;eth; reyna vi&amp;eth; hann allt kv&amp;ouml;ldi&amp;eth; og hann kunni ekki vi&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; vera a&amp;eth; reyna vi&amp;eth; mig fyrir FRAMAN HANA!!!!!! say what? ertu ekki a&amp;eth; dj&amp;oacute;ka me&amp;eth; mig? enn &amp;thorn;ann daginn &amp;eacute;g dag get ekki &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; hvort hann s&amp;eacute; algj&amp;ouml;rlega spineless e&amp;eth;a bara svona &amp;aelig;gilega g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur str&amp;aacute;kur???&amp;nbsp; hann enda&amp;eth;i &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; fara me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essari stelpu heim. a&amp;eth; vissu leyti var &amp;eacute;g bara feginn &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g ,,t&amp;oacute;k&amp;quot; fr&amp;aelig;nda &amp;thorn;essa drengs um verslunarhelgina........8) svona er ma&amp;eth;ur or&amp;eth;inn, skiptir bara um drengi eins og n&amp;aelig;rbuxur. en get samt sagt a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g enda&amp;eth;i ekki me&amp;eth; str&amp;aacute;k heima hj&amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r, heldur vakna&amp;eth;i &amp;eacute;g me&amp;eth; hana doppu m&amp;iacute;na &amp;iacute; r&amp;uacute;minu vi&amp;eth; hli&amp;eth;ina &amp;aacute; m&amp;eacute;r. hana langa&amp;eth;i svo a&amp;eth; koma me&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r r&amp;eacute;ttir morguninn eftir balli&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; h&amp;uacute;n bara f&amp;oacute;r me&amp;eth; m&amp;eacute;r heim og sofna&amp;eth;i &amp;iacute; r&amp;uacute;minu m&amp;iacute;nu..... &amp;eacute;g bara lag&amp;eth;i mig hj&amp;aacute; henni......:haha:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;restina af r&amp;eacute;ttunum f&amp;oacute;ru fram &amp;iacute; &amp;aacute;fengisv&amp;iacute;mu og dansiballi &amp;iacute; endann &amp;thorn;ar sem &amp;eacute;g dansa&amp;eth;i mig upp a&amp;eth; hnj&amp;aacute;m. en n&amp;uacute; nenni &amp;eacute;g bara ekki a&amp;eth; skrifa meira um &amp;thorn;etta m&amp;aacute;l. n&amp;aelig;sta djamm &amp;aacute; dagskr&amp;aacute; n&amp;aelig;stu helgi &amp;thorn;ar sem f&amp;ouml;rinni ver&amp;eth;ur heiti&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; LAUFSK&amp;Aacute;LAR&amp;Eacute;TTIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D l&amp;aelig;t ykkur vita hj&amp;aacute; hverjum &amp;eacute;g sef &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; helgina og hvort kyni&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ver&amp;eth;ur............8)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/25/og-tha-voru-rettir/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/25/og-tha-voru-rettir/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 15:25:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Réttir</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;oacute;j&amp;aacute;, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; eru komnar r&amp;eacute;ttir. er reyndar a&amp;eth; vinna &amp;iacute; dag til h&amp;aacute;lf 3 &amp;thorn;annig a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er a&amp;eth;eins sein &amp;iacute; fyrstu r&amp;eacute;ttirnar en &amp;eacute;g hl&amp;yacute;t a&amp;eth; geta laga&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; m&amp;aelig;ta &amp;iacute; g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;u skapi. &amp;eacute;g meina, allir vita a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er &amp;oacute;missandi.......8) fer bara r&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;andi &amp;aacute; m&amp;oacute;ti geiminu...;) &amp;iacute; kv&amp;ouml;ld eru svo 2 b&amp;ouml;ll sem &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; velja &amp;uacute;r. &amp;aacute; m&amp;oacute;ti s&amp;oacute;l e&amp;eth;a johnny king. hvar &amp;aacute; ma&amp;eth;ur a&amp;eth; m&amp;aelig;ta eiginlega. ...... magni fer n&amp;uacute; reyndar mj&amp;ouml;g langt. gerast ekki betri sveitaballa hlj&amp;oacute;msveitir en &amp;aacute; m&amp;oacute;ti s&amp;oacute;l. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en svona &amp;iacute; tilefni dagsins &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; datt &amp;eacute;g inn &amp;aacute; enska stj&amp;ouml;rnusp&amp;aacute;, (&amp;eacute;g veit. algj&amp;ouml;r s&amp;ouml;kker &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;eim m&amp;aacute;lum en fannst &amp;thorn;etta soldi&amp;eth; fyndi&amp;eth;.) h&amp;eacute;r kemur h&amp;uacute;n: &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-869.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/genericv2/1483/73/01AwcAXyiCyV0AAAACAAAAAAAAAAA:.gif" border="0" alt="Aquarius" width="50" height="48" align="right" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avengelica&lt;br /&gt;A need to prove yourself can lead to all kinds of challenges and can lead to a new you that leaves the old behind like an outgrown shell. You have lots of things going on, but you handle them all with ease today. If anything, you should take on new projects if they become available. As for tonight, the only person who may be able to put up with you is you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sem sagt, &amp;eacute;g ver&amp;eth; &amp;oacute;&amp;thorn;olandi skemmtileg &amp;iacute; kv&amp;ouml;ld og eina manneskjan sem elskar mig er &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute; kv&amp;ouml;ld.................:klikk::haha:&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/14/rettir/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/14/rettir/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 09:50:08 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>and on it goes</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;aacute;ram &amp;iacute; dulspekinni. &amp;thorn;etta er pers&amp;oacute;nuleiki minn samkv&amp;aelig;mt trj&amp;aacute;m........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sedrusvi&amp;eth;ur&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong class="ath"&gt;Sj&amp;aacute;lfstraust&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong class="milli"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.02-18.02 &amp;amp; 14.08-23.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manneskjan b&amp;yacute;r yfir sjalds&amp;eacute;&amp;eth;ri fegur&amp;eth; og mikilli a&amp;eth;l&amp;ouml;gunarh&amp;aelig;fni. H&amp;uacute;n k&amp;yacute;s a&amp;eth; lifa &amp;iacute; vellystingum, er hraust og &amp;ouml;rugg me&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute;lfa sig, &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;in og oft &amp;aacute; t&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;um &amp;oacute;&amp;thorn;olinm&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;, en h&amp;aelig;ttir til a&amp;eth; l&amp;iacute;ta ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth;ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; er ekki h&amp;aelig;gt a&amp;eth; segja a&amp;eth; manneskjan s&amp;eacute; feimin, enda s&amp;aelig;kist h&amp;uacute;n st&amp;ouml;&amp;eth;ugt eftir vi&amp;eth;urkenningu annarra. H&amp;uacute;n &amp;aacute; l&amp;iacute;ka au&amp;eth;veldara me&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; en margur annar, &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; h&amp;uacute;n er b&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;i h&amp;aelig;fileikar&amp;iacute;k og i&amp;eth;jus&amp;ouml;m, er flj&amp;oacute;t a&amp;eth; hugsa og l&amp;iacute;tur bj&amp;ouml;rtum augum &amp;aacute; l&amp;iacute;fi&amp;eth;. Manneskjan tr&amp;uacute;ir &amp;aacute; hina einu s&amp;ouml;nnu &amp;aacute;st og finnur hana stundum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;thorn;etta l&amp;yacute;sir m&amp;eacute;r &amp;oacute;tr&amp;uacute;lega vel. &amp;oacute;tr&amp;uacute;lega fyndi&amp;eth;. og held a&amp;eth; kallaleysi&amp;eth; s&amp;eacute; bara &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; b&amp;iacute;&amp;eth;a eftir hv&amp;iacute;ta riddaranum sem swoops me of my feet........&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/7/and-on-it-goes/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/7/and-on-it-goes/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 11:39:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>þetta getur verið...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;hrikalega pirrandi. skrifa&amp;eth;i um daginn alveg hrikalega heitann pistil. h&amp;eacute;lt hann v&amp;aelig;ri ekkert um svo heitur en eftir &amp;thorn;vi sem &amp;eacute;g komst lengra inn &amp;iacute; efni&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; hitna&amp;eth;i meira &amp;iacute; hamsinu m&amp;iacute;nu. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; br&amp;aacute;&amp;eth;na&amp;eth;i a&amp;eth;eins &amp;iacute;sinn sem allir segja a&amp;eth; s&amp;eacute; &amp;iacute; kringum tilfinningar m&amp;iacute;nar. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er a&amp;eth; segja &amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;r neikv&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;u.......en hva&amp;eth; haldi&amp;eth;i! pistillinn bara datt &amp;uacute;t, var&amp;eth; svo f&amp;uacute;l a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g nennti bara ekki a&amp;eth; skrifa neitt. en er b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; jafna mig n&amp;uacute;na. er a&amp;eth; sp&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; h&amp;aelig;tta m&amp;eacute;r &amp;uacute;t &amp;thorn;essa heimspeki aftur. j&amp;aelig;ja, anda dj&amp;uacute;pt inn um nefi&amp;eth; og &amp;uacute;t um nefi&amp;eth;.......p&amp;uacute;ff, og &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; byrjum vi&amp;eth; ......8)(n&amp;uacute; er &amp;eacute;g b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; byggja upp &amp;aelig;gilega spennu hj&amp;aacute; ykkur lesendur g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth;ur......:haha: )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;var&amp;eth; rei&amp;eth; um daginn. j&amp;aacute; e&amp;eth;a f&amp;uacute;l, pirru&amp;eth;. &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; alla vega komu &amp;thorn;ynglsli &amp;iacute; brj&amp;oacute;stkassann og &amp;aacute;kve&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; ,,tikk&amp;quot; aftan &amp;iacute; hnakka. og n&amp;uacute; er spurningin, var&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g rei&amp;eth;, f&amp;uacute;l e&amp;eth;a bara nett pirru&amp;eth;? n&amp;uacute; er komin t&amp;iacute;mi til a&amp;eth; greina &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; ni&amp;eth;ur &amp;iacute; frumeindir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;thorn;etta ger&amp;eth;ist &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g var a&amp;eth; tala vi&amp;eth; eina vinkonu m&amp;iacute;na sem vi&amp;eth; skulum kalla TALL AND THIN. af einhverjum &amp;aacute;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;um barst tal okkar a&amp;eth; annari vinkonu minni sem vi&amp;eth; skulum kalla BITCHI&amp;ETH;. &amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;r eru a&amp;eth; vinna saman en &amp;thorn;ola hvor a&amp;eth;ra frekar illa. veit ekki hva&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; segir um mig en m&amp;eacute;r hefur alltaf fundist &amp;thorn;etta frekar fyndi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;essi a&amp;eth;sta&amp;eth;a. en alla vega BITCHI&amp;ETH; spur&amp;eth;i TALL AND THIN hvort h&amp;uacute;n hef&amp;eth;i eitthva&amp;eth; heyrt &amp;iacute; m&amp;eacute;r. TALL AND THIN sag&amp;eth;ist l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; hafa heyrt &amp;iacute; m&amp;eacute;r &amp;iacute; sumar. J&amp;aacute;, sag&amp;eth;i hin &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute;, &amp;eacute;g hef l&amp;iacute;ti&amp;eth; heyrt &amp;iacute; henni, en avengelica hringir alltaf bara &amp;iacute; mig &amp;thorn;egar h&amp;uacute;n &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; NOTA MIG!!!! j&amp;aacute;, taki&amp;eth; eftir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; gott f&amp;oacute;lk, &amp;eacute;g l&amp;aelig;t bara &amp;iacute; m&amp;eacute;r heyra &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; nota &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth;. ver&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; ekki &amp;aelig;gilega pirru&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;egar &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth; sj&amp;aacute;i&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er hringja &amp;iacute; ykkur? langar ekkert a&amp;eth; svara af &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g er a&amp;eth; hringja: oooohh, h&amp;uacute;n aftur. hvurn fjandann &amp;aelig;tli h&amp;uacute;n vilji &amp;iacute; &amp;thorn;etta skipti&amp;eth;??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;en &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; sem koma m&amp;eacute;r af sta&amp;eth; yfir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; sem h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i er a&amp;eth; h&amp;uacute;n er s&amp;uacute; sem notar. vi&amp;eth; skulum sj&amp;aacute; nokkur d&amp;aelig;mi: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ef h&amp;uacute;n hringir og vill fara &amp;aacute; djammi&amp;eth; veit &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; felur &amp;iacute; s&amp;eacute;r a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &amp;thorn;arf a&amp;eth; skreppa &amp;iacute; r&amp;iacute;ki&amp;eth; fyrir hana og kaupa eitthva&amp;eth; &amp;aacute;fengt og a&amp;eth; skreppa a&amp;eth; kaupa bland l&amp;iacute;ka!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;thorn;egar h&amp;uacute;n keyrir &amp;aacute; djammi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er eins gott a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g s&amp;eacute; tilb&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; hlaupa af sta&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;egar h&amp;uacute;n vill komast af sta&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; annars ver&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g farlaus um lei&amp;eth; e&amp;eth;a h&amp;uacute;n fer &amp;iacute; f&amp;yacute;lu!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ef &amp;eacute;g keyri &amp;aacute; djammi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er eins gott a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g s&amp;eacute; &amp;thorn;olinm&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; h&amp;uacute;n er aldrei til &amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; gera &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g vil og alls ekki a&amp;eth; fara heim &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g er or&amp;eth;in &amp;thorn;reytt en af &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; &amp;eacute;g er svo g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; manneskja &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; hef &amp;eacute;g alltaf be&amp;eth;i&amp;eth;. gallinn er bara s&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; BITCHI&amp;ETH; drakk aldrei fyrr n&amp;uacute;na fyrir 2 &amp;aacute;rum og fyrir &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; keyr&amp;eth;i h&amp;uacute;n alltaf EN H&amp;Uacute;N BAU&amp;ETH;ST ALLTAF TIL &amp;THORN;ESS A&amp;ETH; KEYRA. &amp;eacute;g held &amp;eacute;g hafi aldrei be&amp;eth;i&amp;eth; hana um a&amp;eth; keyra mig......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ef &amp;eacute;g l&amp;iacute;t &amp;aacute; karlkyns eintak eitthva&amp;eth; asnalega e&amp;eth;a &amp;thorn;eira horfa a&amp;eth;eins of miki&amp;eth; &amp;aacute; mig e&amp;eth;a gu&amp;eth; hj&amp;aacute;lpi &amp;thorn;eim, reyni a&amp;eth; tala vi&amp;eth;, &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er h&amp;uacute;n alltaf m&amp;aelig;tt til a&amp;eth; da&amp;eth;ra vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute;. og helst a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;ta &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; upp til agna. af einhverjum &amp;aacute;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;um dett &amp;eacute;g alltaf &amp;iacute; bakl&amp;aacute;s &amp;thorn;egar h&amp;uacute;n gerir &amp;thorn;etta og l&amp;aelig;t drengina eiga sig. &amp;thorn;eir eru ekki &amp;thorn;ess vir&amp;eth;i ef &amp;thorn;eir sj&amp;aacute; ekki &amp;iacute; gegnum hana.&amp;acute;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ef &amp;eacute;g nenni ekki a&amp;eth; sn&amp;uacute;ast&amp;nbsp;&amp;iacute; kringum hana, n&amp;aacute; &amp;iacute; pizzuna og koma me&amp;eth; hana heim til hennar &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; fer h&amp;uacute;n bara &amp;iacute; f&amp;yacute;lu og segist bara &amp;aelig;tla&amp;nbsp;a&amp;eth; vera heima.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;ykkna&amp;eth;i &amp;iacute; m&amp;eacute;r &amp;thorn;egar h&amp;uacute;n sag&amp;eth;i &amp;thorn;etta. svo f&amp;oacute;r &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; hugsa eftir &amp;aacute;.&amp;nbsp;var&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g rei&amp;eth;, f&amp;uacute;l e&amp;eth;a bara pirru&amp;eth;. e&amp;eth;a ekkert af &amp;thorn;essu, s&amp;aacute;rna&amp;eth;i m&amp;eacute;r ekki&amp;nbsp;frekar?&amp;nbsp;akk&amp;uacute;rat n&amp;uacute;na&amp;nbsp;finnst m&amp;eacute;r eins og &amp;eacute;g s&amp;eacute; s&amp;aacute;r &amp;uacute;t &amp;iacute; hana. er ekki rei&amp;eth;, &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; ef &amp;eacute;g v&amp;aelig;ri rei&amp;eth; v&amp;aelig;ri&amp;nbsp;&amp;eacute;g ekki a&amp;eth; skrifa &amp;thorn;etta. &amp;thorn;egar &amp;eacute;g ver&amp;eth; rei&amp;eth; snar&amp;thorn;agna&amp;nbsp;&amp;eacute;g og l&amp;aelig;t mig hverfa,&amp;nbsp;ef &amp;eacute;g kemst ekki burt &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; ver&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g &amp;iacute;sk&amp;ouml;ld.&amp;nbsp;en a&amp;eth;rar tilfinningar. veit ekki hvort f&amp;oacute;lk ver&amp;eth;i var vi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aelig;r. held a&amp;eth; allir s&amp;eacute;u&amp;nbsp;svo vanir &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;eacute;g s&amp;eacute; easy going og engar holur &amp;aacute; veginum. og n&amp;uacute; er &amp;eacute;g a&amp;eth; grafa &amp;iacute; tilfinningum m&amp;iacute;num til a&amp;eth; reyna finna &amp;uacute;t hvort &amp;eacute;g ver&amp;eth; f&amp;uacute;l, pirru&amp;eth; e&amp;eth;a s&amp;aacute;r &amp;iacute; svona a&amp;eth;st&amp;aelig;&amp;eth;um. &amp;eacute;g held a&amp;eth; mestu hafi &amp;eacute;g veri&amp;eth; s&amp;aacute;r en &amp;aacute; endanum f&amp;uacute;l. nokku&amp;eth; v&amp;iacute;st &amp;eacute;g mun ekki vera fyrst til a&amp;eth;&amp;nbsp;hafa samband vi&amp;eth;&amp;nbsp;BICTHCI&amp;ETH; &amp;aacute; n&amp;aelig;stunni. h&amp;uacute;n er &amp;uacute;ti &amp;iacute; kuldanum, &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; er nokku&amp;eth; v&amp;iacute;st................ hva&amp;eth; haldi&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;i&amp;eth;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/1/thetta-getur-verid/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/9/1/thetta-getur-verid/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 22:37:56 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>meira um sttjörnumerki!!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;b&amp;uacute;in a&amp;eth; vera &amp;iacute; blogg fr&amp;iacute;i, gert allan fjandann &amp;iacute; sumar en bara ekki nennt a&amp;eth; skrifa neitt um &amp;thorn;a&amp;eth; e&amp;eth;a einhverja a&amp;eth;ra heimspeki en f&amp;eacute;kk svona &amp;aelig;gilega f&amp;iacute;nt um stj&amp;ouml;rnumerki sent. fannst &amp;eacute;g ver&amp;eth;a a&amp;eth; deila &amp;thorn;v&amp;iacute; me&amp;eth; ykkur. bara svona til a&amp;eth; minna ykkur &amp;aacute; a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; er &amp;eacute;g VATNSBERI.....&amp;nbsp;(g&amp;oacute;&amp;eth; a&amp;eth; kyssa.....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon"&gt;. ARIES - The Liar (the Ram - 21 March - 19 April)&lt;br /&gt;* Outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;* Lovable.&lt;br /&gt;* Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;* Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;* Funny.&lt;br /&gt;* EXCELLENT kisser.&lt;br /&gt;* EXTREMELY adorable.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;* Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green"&gt;. TAURUS - The Tramp (the Bull - 20 April - 20 May)&lt;br /&gt;* Aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Likes to give a good fight for what they want.&lt;br /&gt;* Extremely outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to help people in times of need.&lt;br /&gt;* GOOD kisser.&lt;br /&gt;* GOOD personality.&lt;br /&gt;* Stubborn but a caring person.&lt;br /&gt;* One of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;* Usually are the most attractive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. GEMINI - Irresistible (the Twins - 21 May - 21 June)&lt;br /&gt;* Nice.&lt;br /&gt;* Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Great listener.&lt;br /&gt;* Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out.&lt;br /&gt;* Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;* Always happy.&lt;br /&gt;* Loud.&lt;br /&gt;* Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;* Outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;* VERY Forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;* Has a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;* Generous.&lt;br /&gt;* Strong.&lt;br /&gt;* The Irresistible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;4. CANCER - The Cutie (the Crab - 22 June - 22 July)&lt;br /&gt;* Most AMAZING kisser...Very high appeal.&lt;br /&gt;* Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;* Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;* Very creative.&lt;br /&gt;* Extremely random and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;* Freak.&lt;br /&gt;* Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;* Great at telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;* Not a fighter, but will knock your lights out if it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;* Someone you should hold on to.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;5. LEO - The Lion (the Lion - 23 July - 22 August)&lt;br /&gt;* Great talker.&lt;br /&gt;* Attractive and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;* Laid back.&lt;br /&gt;* Knows how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;* Is really good at almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;* GREAT kisser.&lt;br /&gt;* Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;* Outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;* Down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;* Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;* Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;* Loud.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;* Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;* Rare to find.&lt;br /&gt;* Good when found.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;6. VIRGO - The One that Waits (the Virgin - 23 August - 22 September)&lt;br /&gt;* Dominant in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Someone loves them right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Always wants the last word.&lt;br /&gt;* Caring.&lt;br /&gt;* Smart.&lt;br /&gt;* Loud.&lt;br /&gt;* Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;* Easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;* Everything you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;* Easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;* The one and only.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;&lt;span style="color: teal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;7. LIBRA - The Lame One (the Balance - 23 September - 23 October)&lt;br /&gt;* Nice to everyone they meet.&lt;br /&gt;* Their Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;* Have own unique appeal.&lt;br /&gt;* Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;* However not the kind of person you want to mess with...you might end&lt;br /&gt;up crying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: olive"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;8. SCORPIO - The Addict (the Scorpion - 24 October - 21 November)&lt;br /&gt;* EXTREMELY adorable.&lt;br /&gt;* Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to joke.&lt;br /&gt;* Very good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;* Energetic.&lt;br /&gt;* GOOD kisser.&lt;br /&gt;* Always get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;* Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;* Easy going.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Talkative.&lt;br /&gt;* Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;* Caring.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;9. SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One (the Archer - 22 November - 21&lt;br /&gt;December)&lt;br /&gt;* Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;* High appeal.&lt;br /&gt;* Rare to find.&lt;br /&gt;* Great when found.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* So much love to give.&lt;br /&gt;* Not one to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;* Very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;* Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;* Nice to everyone they meet.&lt;br /&gt;* Their Love is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;* Have their own unique appeal.&lt;br /&gt;* Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;* Not the kind of person you wanna mess with because you might end up&lt;br /&gt;crying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;10. CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover (the Goat - 22 December - 19&lt;br /&gt;January)&lt;br /&gt;* Love to bust.&lt;br /&gt;* Nice.&lt;br /&gt;* Sassy.&lt;br /&gt;* Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;* Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;* Irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves being in long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Great talker.&lt;br /&gt;* Always gets what he or she wants.&lt;br /&gt;* Cool.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to own Gemini&amp;#39;s in sports.&lt;br /&gt;* Extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to joke.&lt;br /&gt;* Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;11. AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water (the Water Bearer - 20 January -&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;February)&lt;br /&gt;* Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;* Attractive.&lt;br /&gt;* GREAT kisser.&lt;br /&gt;* One of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves being in long-term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;* Extremely energetic.&lt;br /&gt;* Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;* Will exceed your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;* Not a Fighter, but will knock your lights out if it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;12. PISCES - The Partner for Life (the Fishes - 19 February - 20&lt;br /&gt;March)&lt;br /&gt;* Caring and kind.&lt;br /&gt;* Smart.&lt;br /&gt;* Center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;* High appeal.&lt;br /&gt;* Has the last word.&lt;br /&gt;* Good to find, hard to keep.&lt;br /&gt;* Fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;* Extremely weird but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;* Good Sense of Humor!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;* Always gets what he or she wants.&lt;br /&gt;* Loves to joke.&lt;br /&gt;* Very popular.&lt;br /&gt;* Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/8/29/meira-um-sttjornumerki/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/8/29/meira-um-sttjornumerki/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 15:42:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Good Guy/Bad Guy</title><description>&lt;p&gt;búin að vera með pirring á kjaftinum núna í nokkra daga. hef
ekki skilið alveg hvað er í gangi. en nú er allt komið í ljós. er
að koma upp endajaxl í efri góm. ójei ójei, etta þýðir að ég verið
með tunguna í því sári í langan tíma. get ekki að því gert. alltaf
að tékka á því hvort broddurinn sé komin að eins lengra upp. meina,
aldrei að vita nema hann hafi sigið aðeins lengra niður á þessum 5
sekúndum sem liðnar eru. helvítið minnir mig líka á verkja/pirrings
martröðina sem neðri jaxlarnir voru. sælutímar framundan, það er
nokkuð ljóst.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;af einhverjum ástæðum fór ég að reyna að rifja upp
uppáhaldspersónur mínar í þáttum og myndum. eftir því sem leið á
listann komst ég að því að á listanum voru afar fáir góðir gæjar.
vondu gæjarnir eru greinilega í miklum metum hjá mér. reyndar ekki
þeir sem eru svo greinilega vondir, heldur hinir. þið vitið,
uppfullir af sálarflækjum, gera ýmislegt af sér en halda í raun að
þeir séu eftir hinu GRAITER GOOD(er þetta ekki alveg örugglega
skrifað svona? veit ekki...) þeir hafa þrár, þráhyggjur, leita að
lífsfyllingu á röngum stöðum, ganga oft á línu milli hins góða og
illa en oftar en ekki eru þeir röngum megin við línuna. svo eru
þeir misskildir af hinum sem sjá hlutina í svörtu og hvítu. eru
þessir vondu gaurar ekki bara ákveðin mynd af mannkyninu? höfum við
ekki öll notað hvítu lygina? aðeins gert á hlut annara eða brotið
lög og komist upp með það? sannfært okkur um það sé allt í lagi að
gera það því það sem aðrir vita ekki skaðar þá ekki? er það þess
vegna sem þessar söguhetjur eru í svona miklum metum hjá mér? sé ég
sjálfa mig í þeim? reyndar er ég kannski ekki að fara að drepa
glæpona í stórum stíl eins og DEXTER&amp;nbsp;en það að glæponarnir
borgi fyrir syndir sínar á þennan hátt truflar mig ekki á nokkurn
hátt. það er þetta með GRAITER GOOD málið.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ég fór að hugsa&amp;nbsp;og reyndi að finna mér einhverjar aðrar
ástæður. datt í hug að kannski væri ég með MÆÐRA SYNDROM. að
kannski held ég að ef ég væri með þessum villuráfandi sálum þá
myndu þeir sjá villu síns vegar og breyta hegðun sinni. en myndu
þeir þá ekki missa aðdráttarafl sitt. þennan IT FACTOR sem dregur
mig að þeim. myndi ég ekki bara henda þeim frá mér eins og notuðum
nærbuxum og leita mér að nýjum? því miður held ég það.&amp;nbsp;þannig
að MÆÐRA KENNINGIN flaug út um gluggann. greiniega ekki mikið um
móðurlegar kenndir í mínu brjósti....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;en hvað annað gæti orsakað þetta? er það samkennd sem ég finn?
er ég kannski á leiðinni inn á þá braut sem vondu gæjarnir feta?
jahh, gæti það verið að framtíðarhorfur mínar séu að verða næsti
stór,,glæpon" íslands? eða er ég bara farin að bulla tóma vitleysu
seint að kvöldi....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;æ hvað veit ég, hvert sinn sem ég held í sjálfskoðun inn á við
þá kem ég út alveg jafn snarrugluð eins og ég var fyrir. það er
líka það skemmtilega við það. finndist ykkur ekki leiðinlegt ef ég
væri bara hefðbundin, alveg eins og hinir?&amp;nbsp; það finndist
mér.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;bíðum við, ætla að tékka á svolitlu........ neibb, jaxlinn hefur
ekkert sigið lengra niður. helvítis&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/5/12/good-guybad-guy/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/5/12/good-guybad-guy/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 00:10:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>NÝTT LAG</title><description>   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Land of
   confusion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams&lt;br&gt;
Been haunted by a million screams&lt;br&gt;
But I can hear the marching feet&lt;br&gt;
They're moving into the street&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Now, did you read the news today?&lt;br&gt;
They say the danger has gone away&lt;br&gt;
But I can see the fire's still alight&lt;br&gt;
They're burning into the night&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
There's too many men, too many people&lt;br&gt;
Making too many problems&lt;br&gt;
And there's not much love to go around&lt;br&gt;
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the world we live in&lt;br&gt;
And these are the hands we're given&lt;br&gt;
Use them and let's start trying&lt;br&gt;
To make it a place worth living in&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Oh, superman, where are you now?&lt;br&gt;
When everything's gone wrong somehow?&lt;br&gt;
The men of steel, these men of power&lt;br&gt;
Are losing control by the hour&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the time, this is the place&lt;br&gt;
So we look for the future&lt;br&gt;
But there's not much love to go around&lt;br&gt;
Tell me why this is a land of confusion&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the world we live in&lt;br&gt;
And these are the hands we're given&lt;br&gt;
Use them and let's start trying&lt;br&gt;
To make it a place worth living in&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I remember long ago&lt;br&gt;
When the sun was shining&lt;br&gt;
And all the stars were bright all through the night&lt;br&gt;
In the wake of this madness, as I held you tight&lt;br&gt;
So long ago&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I won't be coming home tonight&lt;br&gt;
My generation will put it right&lt;br&gt;
We're not just making promises&lt;br&gt;
That we know we'll never keep&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
There's too many men, too many people&lt;br&gt;
Making too many problems&lt;br&gt;
And there's not much love to go round&lt;br&gt;
Can't you see this is a land of confusion?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Now, this is the world we live in&lt;br&gt;
And these are the hands we're given&lt;br&gt;
Use them and let's start trying&lt;br&gt;
To make it a place worth fighting for&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This is the world we live in&lt;br&gt;
And these are the names we're given&lt;br&gt;
Stand up and let's start showing&lt;br&gt;
Just where our lives are going to&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size=
"2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DISTURBED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/4/19/nytt-lag/</link><guid>http://avengelica.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/4/19/nytt-lag/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 22:33:19 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
