<?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-3278486</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:25:40.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self made man</title><subtitle type='html'>perspectivas diárias de (...) dia(s)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selfmademan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfmademan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gabriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07085282397664128286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278486.post-8614387</id><published>2002-01-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T17:31:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o que tem para ser dito agora, na verdade nem eu sei, so sei que minha família e altamente psicotizante, e eu estou me sentido sugado, no tacho, um bagaço. acho que so nao bebo em consideração a minha esposa e ao meu figado. alias nao fosse sao durateston, adonde estaria eu?  preciso sair daqui, mas quem vai dar emprego a um transexual hein? quem nesse pais ridiculo que vivemos as minhas calças ou o que tenho dentro delas vale mais que minha competencia.... ah patetico essa existencia de ser sendo sem. nao sei nada mais tenho que sair daqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278486-8614387?l=selfmademan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278486/posts/default/8614387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278486/posts/default/8614387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selfmademan.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8614387' title=''/><author><name>gabriel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07085282397664128286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
