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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 07:47:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stress and acne free skin (well almost)</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So, I thought it was about time for an update as I have barely touched this or my blog in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened. It looks like I&apos;m going to be kept on at my job as funding has been extended; it also seems that I might be getting a promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the more negative side, I have been suffering a lot of work-related stress yesterday. I like the responsibility of having extra work to do - however, I do find it frustrating when I get paid the same as a colleague and said colleague actually just gazes around the room aimlessly for most of the day, leaves the room constantly and when she is actually at her desk - just eats. She also sniffs and tsks constantly and it&apos;s getting to the point now where I can no longer work with her as I can actually feel my fists clenching and I have to restrain myself from hitting something. Unfortunately, I do know that I am the problem as I am just so easily wound up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don&apos;t feel overly kindly towards her following the whole &apos;office bullying&apos; incident either, where it got to the stage where I was going home in tears every day and was scared to come in to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a boyfriend, who also works for a local government, though not the same one. He is 25, hot as hell and so gentle and kind and I&apos;m very happy! We&apos;re going on holiday at the end of June and I cannot wait. I NEED a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin has cleared up an amazing amount in the past couple of weeks. Sure, it&apos;s not perfect yet, but give it another month and I honestly think it won&apos;t be far off. You definately wouldn&apos;t say I have acne anymore and it&apos;s so soft. How did I do it? Deotoxing and drinking a silly amount of water. I don&apos;t even like processed sugary stuff that much anymore....Joy!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 10:54:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Please stop doing this to me....&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 15:17:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I feel so selfish, I know people are having serious problems, but for the love of god, stop fucking taking it out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you&apos;ve all been through shit that I can&apos;t even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please...stop fucking taking it out on me, I can&apos;t take this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second day running, I&apos;m struggling to keep my emotions in check at work...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 10:45:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>P1ss3d off h31s.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I have a real strop on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not a happy bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I so bloody hideous.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 10:11:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sleep</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m sitting in the office compiling a case study booklet for our learning mentors. I have typed seven pages up and now my fingers hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are the bane of my life. Along with organising workshops. Seriously. What&apos;s the point in pulling out at 4.30 the night before? What can I do about that? It&apos;s beyond selfish - at least have the decency to contact me in the morning. I could understand if there was an emergency - but not down to poor organisation skills. It&apos;s a waste of my time and effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&apos;ve just advised someone on the rules of debate. Whoop whoop, I know stuff, it would appear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am tired. I have bruises on my legs and I have no idea where from, including my inner thigh, which is just plain strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went shopping with Dave yesterday and ended up utterly depressed due to my stupid shape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3 Dave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh, stress!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh.....and TWENTY SEVEN???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 08:49:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>There&apos;s no combination of words that I could write on the back of a postcard...</title>
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  <description>I am so bad at updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is completely and utterly pickled at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation last night that Ryan WAS cheating on me. I knew it anyway, deep down,&amp;nbsp;but still, there&apos;s nothing like confirmation to open up the old wounds and make it really hurt all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside, at least I now know that I WASN&apos;T being paranoid, that I WASN&apos;T being stupid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to love the two-faced-ness of people though. They tell me rubbish, try to drag me into conversation about it, say how I&apos;m a better person, then go and slag me off behind my back. Thanks people, if that&apos;s what you want to believe, then go for it. Don&apos;t stop to consider that I&apos;m hurting and utterly depressed because my entire life got turned upside down and all I wanted was for people to respect that and STOP asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yay for Wii Boxing?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 14:21:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It&apos;s Christmas Eve</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Once again, I have been suckered back into the joys of LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no particular desire to open up my old one and to find my old &apos;friends.&apos; Instead, I have chosen to start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start afresh, to go with my new life in London. Quite an optimistic outlook for me, normally being &apos;Queen Pessimist.&apos; Let&apos;s see how long it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently at work, the only one in the office and really not doing much other than work out my train/flight times to Cornwall. Seems strange to be going back after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself bailing.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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