<?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-3118238</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:19:47.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Bruxinha</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Prefiro o céu pelo clima e o inferno pela companhia.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</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>1291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-108129357703702365</id><published>2004-04-06T20:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:22:20.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faz um tempo q eu desanimei do blog... Mas as coisas estão ficando movimentadas por aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-108129357703702365?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/108129357703702365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/108129357703702365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129357703702365' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-108129344812966236</id><published>2004-04-06T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T20:20:11.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estive vendo os comentários do blog, e eu queria deixar uma coisa bem clara: &lt;b&gt;ninguém é obrigado a ler o meu blog&lt;/b&gt;. Acho q, para algumas pessoas, isso não ficou muito claro. Então ai vai: se vc não quiser ler meus comentários e nem compartilhar as minhas idéias, me faça um favor, clique naquele botãozinho no canto superior direito da tela, um com um desenho de X, e resolva os seus problemas e os meus tbm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero q vc entenda o recado, e da próxima vez q comentar, deixe o endereço do seu blog, se é q vc conseguiu montar algum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-108129344812966236?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/108129344812966236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/108129344812966236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129344812966236' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-108023468190599549</id><published>2004-03-25T14:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:17:48.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://crnatal.sites.uol.com.br/F_ok_20.gif" align=center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-108023468190599549?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/108023468190599549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/108023468190599549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023468190599549' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107705768220504655</id><published>2004-02-17T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:43:16.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou uma ridícula. E só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107705768220504655?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107705768220504655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107705768220504655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705768220504655' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-10766302661720797</id><published>2004-02-12T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:59:34.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu to cansada. E uma coisa ridícula: to viciada em Big Brother. Fala sério. Viciada em Big Brother... Isso é fim de carreira. E to viciada tbm num chá com pessego q rola no trampo. Muito bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-10766302661720797?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/10766302661720797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/10766302661720797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10766302661720797' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107663015259378971</id><published>2004-02-12T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:57:41.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou com dor de cabeça. E com um tédio tremendo.&lt;br /&gt;To trabalhando demais. Parece q é o fim do mundo, todo mundo querendo as coisas pra ontem, e algumas coisas simplesmente sobrando pra mim. Assim é a vida, quem manda trabalhar até as 10 da noite? Neguinho pensa q vc não tem mais o q fazer (além de blogar) e pede pra ajudar a enviar e-mail, pra ver site de não sei o q, sugestões de compra de micro... Enfim, tudo intimamente relacionado ao trabalho. Qdo eu to de bom humor (o q é muito difícil a essas horas) eu não ligo. Só q geralmente eu estou um cu, querendo ir embora, pq só pq eu entro meio dia eu tenho uma "vida boa", e todo mundo me esculacha até as 6. A partir dai eu consigo trabalhar em paz, ou seja, fazer o q me pediram e deixar pronto pro dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, não sei pq escrevi tudo isso, me parece tão desconexo com tudo. Enfim, assim sou eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107663015259378971?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107663015259378971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107663015259378971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663015259378971' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107662981681253144</id><published>2004-02-12T20:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:52:05.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu gosto de Beatles. Por mais incrível q possa parecer, eu acho as músicas muito fofas e tudo de bom. Penso seriamente q nasci na época errada, só uns trinta anos mais tarde. Vai ser lerda assim no inferno, hein...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107662981681253144?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107662981681253144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107662981681253144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662981681253144' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107662971964535809</id><published>2004-02-12T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:50:28.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erika, me manda um mail pra me dizer o q vc tá pensando q é, tá?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107662971964535809?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107662971964535809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107662971964535809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662971964535809' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107662968298333065</id><published>2004-02-12T20:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:49:51.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oia eu aqui de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou com um pressentimento q a Sexta-Feira 13 promete.&lt;br /&gt;Se algo diferente acontecer, eu blogo amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107662968298333065?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107662968298333065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107662968298333065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662968298333065' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107645278229532580</id><published>2004-02-10T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:41:29.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por incrível q possa parecer (e vcs podem me achar uma cretina) eu sei como a &lt;a href="http://www.bem-me-quer.net/raquel/"&gt;Raquel&lt;/a&gt; se sente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107645278229532580?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645278229532580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645278229532580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645278229532580' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107645230095080382</id><published>2004-02-10T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:33:27.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To precisando ganhar. Urgente. Alguém tem um lugarzinho, meio período, pra colaborar? Das 8 ao 12, to topando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107645230095080382?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645230095080382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645230095080382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645230095080382' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107645223846903776</id><published>2004-02-10T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:32:25.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fomos num casamento no sábado. Até q foi divertido, tirando uns e outros q não se enxergam. Mas enfim, nos divertimos bastante, até o Cu, q as vezes é o verdadeiro Garoto Enxaqueca. O ruim é aguentar a dor na perna (de tanto dançar).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107645223846903776?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645223846903776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645223846903776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645223846903776' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107645183278418058</id><published>2004-02-10T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T19:25:39.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolvi sair do meu silêncio de protesto pra dizer q estou entediada, e pra dizer q estou aqui não pq não tenho nada pra fazer, mas pq não tenho vontade de fazer nada do q eu tenho pra fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107645183278418058?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645183278418058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107645183278418058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645183278418058' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107547936125324528</id><published>2004-01-30T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T13:17:37.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iupi!! Mais um &lt;a href="http://joflowers.blig.ig.com.br/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt; na Net!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107547936125324528?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107547936125324528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107547936125324528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547936125324528' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107487470964366733</id><published>2004-01-23T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:19:58.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Algumas vezes quando reflito acerca de toda a cerveja que já bebi, me sinto  envergonhado. Mas logo vejo a alma do copo e penso nos trabalhadores da  cervejaria e seus sonhos e esperanças. Se eu não bebesse esta cerveja, eles  poderiam perder seus trabalhos e todos os seus sonhos veriam-se desfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto eu digo, " melhor que eu beba esta cerveja permitindo que sonhos se  tornem realidade do que eu seja egoísta e me preocupe com meu fígado."&lt;br /&gt;(Ernest Hemingway)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" Algumas vezes um homem inteligente é forçado a ficar bêbado para passar um tempo com os burros".&lt;br /&gt;(Henny Youngman)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Quando li sobre os problemas que a bebida causa, deixei de ler."&lt;br /&gt; (Stephen Wright)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"24 horas num dia, 24 cervejas numa caixa. Coincidência?"&lt;br /&gt;(Brian O'Rourke)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Quando bebemos, ficamos bêbados. Quando ficamos bêbados,dormimos. Quando  dormimos não cometemos pecados. Quando não cometemos pecados vamos para o  céu...Portanto, vamos ficar bêbados para ir ao céu!!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E para fechar com chave de ouro....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MENSAGEM PUBLICITÁRIA EM UMA CERVEJA DA NORUEGA :&lt;br /&gt;"Ajudando as feias a fazer sexo desde 1862" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107487470964366733?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107487470964366733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107487470964366733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487470964366733' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107463417881430875</id><published>2004-01-20T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:31:04.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como meu blog não tem arquivo, e eu escrevo muito pouco, vou deixar por um mês os posts na tela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107463417881430875?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463417881430875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463417881430875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463417881430875' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107463360124981048</id><published>2004-01-20T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:21:27.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como eu me odeio. Pq to pensando? Posso saber?? Não tenho nada q pensar. Ponto e acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Mas to pensando. Pensando... E remoendo, isso é o pior. E eu nem comi demais (fico me remoendo qdo como demais).&lt;br /&gt;A essa altura do campeonato, ninguém mais deve lembrar, mas eu lembro muito bem, de tudo. O q acaba sendo um grande sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já até me peguei pensando: "se saiu ao menos uma briguinha, eu fico contente". Agora me pergunto: pq??? Eu simplesmente quero q se dane. Ou acho q quero. Quer dizer, eu quero q se dane sim, mas tenho uma certa nhaca... Ah, sei lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107463360124981048?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463360124981048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463360124981048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463360124981048' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107463320454202151</id><published>2004-01-20T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:14:50.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A merda de trabalhar com informática é q as pessoas pensam q vc pode resolver todos os problemas delas. Se elas não sabem formatar um texto do Word, te chamam. Se não sabem pq o computador de casa está lento, te ligam. Se estão com uma unha encravada, te ligam. As vezes isso é insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem um cara ligou, perguntando pq a máquina dele ficava lenta depois q ele usava o AutoCAD por muito tempo. Dá vontade de mandar a merda.&lt;br /&gt;Na boa: nem sei pq to falando isso!!&lt;br /&gt;É triste não ter o q escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107463320454202151?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463320454202151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463320454202151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463320454202151' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107463284655778565</id><published>2004-01-20T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:08:52.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To meio estranha... Sabe aquela época q a gente fica enjoado de tudo? To assim. To enjoada do trampo, do pessoal de casa, de fazer sempre as mesmas coisa, enfim... To enjoada de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;E não poderia ser em um tempo pior, já q o chefe ta de férias. Férias de chefe é época de festa, alegria, confraternização... E eu nessa vibe horrorosa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei exatamente o q posso fazer pra mudar isso (se é q existe alguma coisa q eu possa fazer). &lt;br /&gt;Olhando o blog dos outros, eu vejo q a minha vida não é tão ruim assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107463284655778565?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463284655778565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107463284655778565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463284655778565' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107461437105423878</id><published>2004-01-20T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:00:56.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinceramente: as vezes eu acho q eu mereço todas as coisas toscas e ridículas q acontecem comigo. Sinceramente, eu acho isso. Nunca vi um chama q aparece mais horroroso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107461437105423878?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461437105423878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461437105423878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461437105423878' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107461428855205622</id><published>2004-01-20T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:59:36.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só achei o texto um pouco meigo demais, mas o q vale é o desenho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107461428855205622?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461428855205622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461428855205622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461428855205622' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107461419507758333</id><published>2004-01-20T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:58:00.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://crnatal.sites.uol.com.br/amigas.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107461419507758333?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461419507758333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461419507758333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461419507758333' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107461195530739981</id><published>2004-01-20T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:20:41.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mais um pra família de blogueiros: &lt;a href="http://blogdos100.zip.net/"&gt;HsnaKbça&lt;/a&gt;. O nome é meio ridículo (pra quem não manja de Counter Strike), mas é o Blog do Rodrigo, então a gente releva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107461195530739981?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461195530739981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107461195530739981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461195530739981' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107455701446920498</id><published>2004-01-19T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:04:59.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O q acharam????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107455701446920498?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107455701446920498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107455701446920498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455701446920498' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107455585859501706</id><published>2004-01-19T20:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T20:45:43.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E ai, Dê... O q vc achou??? Mudou, mas não muito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107455585859501706?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107455585859501706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107455585859501706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455585859501706' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107454865207535189</id><published>2004-01-19T18:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:45:36.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Da vontade de falar: "então enfia. Tenho mais o q fazer".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107454865207535189?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107454865207535189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107454865207535189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454865207535189' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107454861080231234</id><published>2004-01-19T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:44:55.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho q nunca na minha vida fiquei tão estressada com alguém q nem conheço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107454861080231234?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107454861080231234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107454861080231234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454861080231234' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107418400118849831</id><published>2004-01-15T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T13:28:02.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q ódio... E to muito frustrada tbm... E um pouco infeliz (por motivos q não posso blogar). É muito difícil perceber q só vc pensa no futuro, tem ambição e quer ser bem sucedido (profissionalmente). Pq, de um jeito ou de outro acaba me afetando tbm, essa falta de vontade de sair da merda.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, to com vontade de mandar a merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107418400118849831?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107418400118849831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107418400118849831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107418400118849831' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107418368044229415</id><published>2004-01-15T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T13:23:19.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho q to pegando a sina da Erika. Acabou de chegar um mail de bolor. Deletei na hora. Não to podendo aguentar esse tipo de coisa... Nem me dei ao trabalho de responder...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o q é pior? É q dá vontade de responder... Eu não aprendo mesmo, tenho q tomar porrada em cima de porrada pra aprender... Mas, enfim... &lt;br /&gt;O q importa é q um passo muito importante foi tomado hoje. Não responder aquele mail me fez sentir dona da situação, e eu realmente gosto disso. E, pra falar a verdade, pra q responder? Pra ele nem retornar? E ai eu me sentir idiota por ter me dado o trabalho de responder. Agora já foi, pq apaguei o mail e deletei da lixeira, pra não correr o risco de uma recaída. E ele ainda me pergunta de um lance do dia do meu aniversário!!! Faz qse um mês q fiz aniversário!!!!!!!!! Eu sou uma idiota mesmo, por ter perdido meu tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, to usando a máquina do meu chefe, q é um lixo, mas ainda assim é melhor q a minha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107418368044229415?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107418368044229415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107418368044229415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107418368044229415' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107412419283408941</id><published>2004-01-14T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:51:12.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda estou muitissimo deprimida pq meu micro não me faz feliz e funciona a net.&lt;br /&gt;Acho q só o Super Juliano vai resolver esse problema, e como ele está muito ocupado, tomei no nariz.&lt;br /&gt;To tendo q usar uma máquina emprestada (a pessoa não sabe q emprestou, mas e daí??)&lt;br /&gt;Muito deprimente, pq vc não pode usar simplesmente a hora q quer, só a hora q todo mundo vai embora, muito triste mesmo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107412419283408941?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107412419283408941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107412419283408941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412419283408941' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107368566086623405</id><published>2004-01-09T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T19:02:16.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To morrendo de tédio... E o Bum tá numa conversa fiada com uma menina pelo telefone... To qse dormindo... E dá a impressão q ele tá falando desse jeito pra me provocar... É q toda hora ele olha pra mim... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo: to nem ai, to nem ai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107368566086623405?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107368566086623405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107368566086623405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368566086623405' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-10736857689820195</id><published>2004-01-09T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T19:04:04.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erika... Quem sabe no dia do acampamento a gente pensa em algum template. To meio sem idéia, e vou ver se acho alguma imagem legal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-10736857689820195?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/10736857689820195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/10736857689820195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10736857689820195' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107368549571268950</id><published>2004-01-09T18:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T18:59:30.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To morrendo de tédio. E tem outra coisa, se o xarope entrar na sala, eu vou ter q sair da internet.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é muito fofoqueiro, e o chefinho não conversou com ele. Não sei se felizmente ou infelizmente, pq se ele tivesse falado, as férias dele seriam um inferno pra nós. Como não falou, ainda estamos sem saber o q vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;É deixar rolar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107368549571268950?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107368549571268950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107368549571268950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368549571268950' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107368535931548567</id><published>2004-01-09T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T18:57:14.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem me conhece sabe q eu odeio frescura. Odeio mela-mela.&lt;br /&gt;E odeio ser interrompida qdo estou falando um assunto muito sério, q de jeito nenhum eu posso perder a linha de pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ela me irritou. Porra, eu tava falando com o Vagner um assunto muito importante, e ficava interrompendo a todo minuto, falando uma coisa ou outra, q não tinha nada a ver com o assunto. Fiquei muito fodida. Eu morro de vontade de falar "dá pra se tocar e esperar a sua vez de falar?"&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não falo. Fico calada. Mas dou um olhar q é um verdadeiro fuzilamento. Se ela não percebeu ela é muito burra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107368535931548567?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107368535931548567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107368535931548567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368535931548567' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107351627688210660</id><published>2004-01-07T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:59:10.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sei q o meu template já deu o q tinha q dar, mas Dê, vc pensa o q?? Q eu tenho a mesma imaginação e o mesmo talento da Erika??? Por favor, tenha paciência comigo... Semana q vem meu chefinho tá de férias, ai quem sabe rola alguma coisa??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107351627688210660?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107351627688210660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107351627688210660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107351627688210660' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107351611973760375</id><published>2004-01-07T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:56:33.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora acho q tudo está ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107351611973760375?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107351611973760375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107351611973760375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107351611973760375' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107213726491660733</id><published>2003-12-22T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:55:22.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Está chegando a hora, é hora de partir, me dá uma dor no peito ter q ir embora...&lt;br /&gt;Dor no peito uma merda, eu quero é q se exploda tudo!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107213726491660733?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213726491660733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213726491660733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213726491660733' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107213722929081171</id><published>2003-12-22T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:54:47.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pq o blog da Thais fica uma merda no Netscape?? Aliás, pq eu uso o Netscape???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107213722929081171?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213722929081171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213722929081171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213722929081171' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107213712331421940</id><published>2003-12-22T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:54:04.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou contetíssima hoje, e o meu CD da Dido q eu ganhei da &lt;a href="http://www.bem-me-quer.net/thais"&gt;Thais&lt;/a&gt; é muito ótimo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107213712331421940?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213712331421940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213712331421940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213712331421940' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107213708280098002</id><published>2003-12-22T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:52:20.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu humor melhorou consideravelmente hoje. São vários os motivos:&lt;br /&gt;* Sem careca pra encher&lt;br /&gt;* Encontrar com pessoal legal no shopping&lt;br /&gt;* Dormir bastante&lt;br /&gt;* Ganhar presente (quem não gosta q atire a primeira pedra)&lt;br /&gt;* Saber q vou trabalhar só hoje e amanhã (e hoje já foi)&lt;br /&gt;* Não ter a menina burra q me enche a paciência&lt;br /&gt;* Comer muito (muito mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;* Pensar q o Natal está chegando e q não virei trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;* Imaginar q o niver está chegando e receberei cumprimentos (e presentes)&lt;br /&gt;* Relaxar (se é q vcs ententem)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107213708280098002?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213708280098002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213708280098002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213708280098002' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107213684332560823</id><published>2003-12-22T20:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:48:20.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu quero muitíssimo ir pra Sampa, mas estou muitíssimo sem dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Q dilema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107213684332560823?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213684332560823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107213684332560823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213684332560823' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107178590255980259</id><published>2003-12-18T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T19:19:16.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To ficando de saco cheio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107178590255980259?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178590255980259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178590255980259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178590255980259' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-10717843779120924</id><published>2003-12-18T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:53:51.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes eu me surpreendo: como uma pessoa pode ser tão tapada????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-10717843779120924?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/10717843779120924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/10717843779120924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10717843779120924' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107178365535245266</id><published>2003-12-18T18:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:41:48.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q vergonha... A Dê escreveu faz qse um mês, e só agora é q eu li... Desculpe, Dê!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107178365535245266?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178365535245266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178365535245266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178365535245266' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107178316940257097</id><published>2003-12-18T18:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:33:42.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esse ano ta meio difícil entrar em clima de Natal. E tudo está conspirando para isso: problemas de saúde (basicamente resolvidos), problemas financeiros (isso é normal), problemas profissionais, problemas diversos (aquelas pequenas coisinhas q dão no saco da gente)...&lt;br /&gt;O Natal é daqui uma semana, e tirando a comemoração consumista de troca de presentes, a única outra coisa q me anima é q não terei de ver a cara de niguém aqui do trampo.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente, o clima anda PÉSSIMO por aqui. O Vagner está de férias, e ele é meu grande pinicão, pra quem eu falo todas as abobrinhas q tenho vontade, as coisas q acontecem, os problemas, as raivas e as briguinhas. Eu sempre achei q podia confias no Ju, mas ontem percebi q não posso mais contar com ele, pq ele está com a cabeça em milhares de outras coisas além do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;As meninas não tem a "força de vontade" necessária pra se iniciar um motim, e nem tem tanta vontade assim de fazê-lo. E o Bum é sempre o bum do setor, aquele q ninguém nunca leva a sério, mesmo qdo está falando a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Então, vai ter q ser por mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vou falar com o chefe. Já não aguento mais uma certa situação q acontece, onde quem não trabalha sempre acaba levando o mérito, e quem se fode só fica na merda.&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter uma séria conversa com ele, pq não acho justo q todo mundo se dane por causa do outro. Aliás, estou fazendo questão de fingir q ele não existe, o q é realmente difícil, já q ele não para de se meter nas conversas e querer chamar a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Tbm to achando q essa operação q eu fiz não deu muito certo. To cheia de grilos, q não existiam qdo eu tinha q colocar os óculos todos os dias. São coisas q podem ser só paranóia (e eu desejo ardentemente q sejam mesmo), ou pode ser alguma coisa mais séria.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... To com vontade de ficar boiando na internet, só pra ver onde vou parar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107178316940257097?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178316940257097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178316940257097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178316940257097' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107178261566307721</id><published>2003-12-18T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:24:29.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente comprei meu carro novo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muitissimo contente, embora ele só fique pronto na terça q vem. Falando nisso, Erika, o pessoal concordo em vir para Jundiaí no domingo??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107178261566307721?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178261566307721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107178261566307721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107178261566307721' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107167743732794466</id><published>2003-12-17T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:11:29.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será q o meu amigo secreto vai decidir logo o q quer?? Ou será q eu não to encontrando memso????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107167743732794466?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107167743732794466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107167743732794466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107167743732794466' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-107167705041064033</id><published>2003-12-17T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:05:02.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olha... Eu coloquei os CDs q eu quero ganhar no site do Amigo Secreto, mas vou colocar aqui tbm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Beatles - Let it Be ... Naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dido - Life for Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, aceito sugestões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-107167705041064033?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107167705041064033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/107167705041064033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107167705041064033' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106971383917289780</id><published>2003-11-24T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:44:28.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O q eu peço de amigo secreto?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106971383917289780?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971383917289780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971383917289780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971383917289780' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106971366084081808</id><published>2003-11-24T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:41:30.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes eu tenho muita vontade de sumir... Eu tenho um monte de coisas pra fazer, mas não tenho vontade de fazer nada... Será q isso é normal?? Será q algum dia as coisas serão justas? Aquele q trabalha mais ganhará mais, e aquele q trabalha pouco será mandado embora???&lt;br /&gt;Acho q, aqui no meu setor, nunca vai acontecer isso. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106971366084081808?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971366084081808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971366084081808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971366084081808' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106971342542535133</id><published>2003-11-24T19:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:37:35.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei... Hoje estou me sentindo muito esquisita... Acho q por causa da operação, estou achando q vai ser a última vez q vou ver as coisas, as pessoas... Ainda tem uns engraçadinhos tirando sarro... Mas eu to apreensiva, falando sério.&lt;br /&gt;Será na quarta-feira. Não venho trabalhar na quarta, quinta e sexta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106971342542535133?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971342542535133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971342542535133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971342542535133' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106971312930621034</id><published>2003-11-24T19:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:32:38.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To querendo mudar o layout do blog, mas ainda não achei nenhuma imagem q eu queira colocar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106971312930621034?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971312930621034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971312930621034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971312930621034' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106971309185446829</id><published>2003-11-24T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:32:01.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estamos com problemas telefônicos por aqui. Isso é ótimo, pq os chatos não conseguem ligar. Mas é péssimo pq eu não consigo ligar pra ninguém...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106971309185446829?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971309185446829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106971309185446829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971309185446829' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106969029134041301</id><published>2003-11-24T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T13:12:01.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To cansaça e to com medo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106969029134041301?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106969029134041301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106969029134041301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969029134041301' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106928686644767387</id><published>2003-11-19T21:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:08:11.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje podia ser sexta-feira, pra eu tomar uma dose e ficar com a vida mais colorida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106928686644767387?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928686644767387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928686644767387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928686644767387' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106928684618459744</id><published>2003-11-19T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:07:51.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu só queria um pouco de sossego... Talvez não ser tão indenpendente q as outras pessoas começam a depender de vc... Eu nunca precisei de ninguém pra resolver os meus problemas, mesmo trabalhando 10 horas por dia e ficando 3 horas na academia pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre resolvo os problemas do meu carro, das minhas contas, nunca deixou atrasar nada.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, a minha mãe q trabalha 5 horas por dia não consegue deixar nada em ordem. Absolutamente nada. E ainda joga a responsabilidade pra cima de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda por cima a fdp da minha irmã deixou o cabo do telefone conectado no micro no dilúvio q caiu na segunda-feira. Conclusão: estou sem internet em casa. Ainda bem q posso usar aqui. E toda vez q ela vem encher meu saco, eu falo: vai tomar no cu, quem mandou ser tonta, qtas vezes eu falei q um dia isso ia acontecer???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106928684618459744?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928684618459744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928684618459744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928684618459744' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106928663539089238</id><published>2003-11-19T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:04:20.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes eu acho q minha mãe tem um complô com o resto do mundo pra tentar me deixar louca.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o q acontece de errado no MUNDO acontece com ela, e eu inevitavelmente estou envolvida de alguma maneira. A anta deixou pro último dia pra renovar o seguro do carro dela. E, adivinha: deu a maior merda. Não deu pra renovar. Então, o q acontece??? Entra em ação a Super Camila, pra resolver todos os problemas... Qdo eu comprei a camiseta do Chapolin, não era pra levar tão a sério assim...&lt;br /&gt;E, enqto eu fico q nem uma louca desvairada correndo atrás das coisas do seguro, a minha querida irmã vai com o carro pro shopping. O problema é q o carro está sem seguro, e q sempre quem toma no cu sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Além dessa grande merda, ainda tem umas merdinhas menores, como: "se vc operar agora, pode ser q daqui um tempo tenha q usar óculos de novo", "neguinha vc poderia fazer isso pra mim?", "Camilinha, preciso conversar com vc urgente"...&lt;br /&gt;Pra me dar dinheiro ou algum presente ninguém me procura. Agora, pra encher meu cu de trampo, me ligam o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não aguentei: tinha um recado pra conversar com a Ke assim q eu chegasse com urgência. Tipo: foda-se...&lt;br /&gt;Estou num estado de nervos q ninguém acredita. Hoje tava vindo pra cá e comecei a chorar, sem mais nem menos... A toa total...&lt;br /&gt;Parece q qdo tudo dá errado, é de uma vez, e como diz a lei de Murphy: "da pior maneira possível e de modo a causar o maior dano possível".&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro com saudades da 25 de março: mesmo com loucura total, é mais sossegada q a minha casa, com aquele povo louco enchendo o saco 24 horas por dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106928663539089238?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928663539089238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928663539089238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928663539089238' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106928614253793584</id><published>2003-11-19T20:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:56:06.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostei de uma música do CD novo da Rita Lee q a &lt;a href="www.bem-me-quer.net/erika"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt; gravou pra mim, q diz q no final tudo vira bosta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106928614253793584?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928614253793584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928614253793584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928614253793584' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106928531003237167</id><published>2003-11-19T20:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:42:14.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As mulheres não guardam rancor... O problema é q nós nunca esquecemos uma ofensa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106928531003237167?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928531003237167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928531003237167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928531003237167' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106928526624736681</id><published>2003-11-19T20:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:41:30.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Essa história prova que as mulheres não guardam rancor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após um longo período de doença, a mulher morre e chega aos portões do céu.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto aguardava São Pedro, ela espiou pelas grades e viu seus pais,&lt;br /&gt;amigos e todos que haviam partido antes dela, sentados à mesa,apreciando um&lt;br /&gt;maravilhoso banquete. Quando São Pedro chegou, ela comentou: - Que lugar&lt;br /&gt;lindo! Como faço para entrar? - Eu vou falar uma palavra. Se você&lt;br /&gt;soletrá-la corretamente na primeira vez você entra, mas se errar vai direto&lt;br /&gt;para o inferno. E ela respondeu: - Tá, qual é a palavra?&lt;br /&gt;- AMOR. - A-M-O-R, ela soletrou corretamente e passou pelos portões.&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de um ano depois, São Pedro pediu que ela vigiasse os portões naquele&lt;br /&gt;dia.&lt;br /&gt;Para surpresa dela, o marido apareceu. - Oi! Que surpresa! - disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;- Como você esta? - Ah, eu tenho estado muito bem desde que você morreu.&lt;br /&gt;Casei-me com aquela bela enfermeira que cuidou de você, ganhei na loteria e&lt;br /&gt;fiquei milionário. Vendi a casa onde vivemos e comprei uma mansão. Eu e&lt;br /&gt;minha esposa viajamos por todo o mundo. Estávamos de ferias, e eu fui&lt;br /&gt;esquiar hoje. Cai, o esqui bateu na minha cabeça e cá estou eu. Como faço&lt;br /&gt;para entrar, querida?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu vou falar uma palavra. Se você soletrá-la corretamente na primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;você entra, senão vai para o inferno.&lt;br /&gt;Ele prontamente respondeu: - Tá, qual é a palavra?&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse: - ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106928526624736681?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928526624736681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106928526624736681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928526624736681' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106919660606595581</id><published>2003-11-18T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:03:50.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou com raiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106919660606595581?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106919660606595581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106919660606595581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919660606595581' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106919063867809829</id><published>2003-11-18T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:24:22.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Paula mandou umas fotos dela. Dá uma saudade... Queria q ela estivesse por aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106919063867809829?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106919063867809829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106919063867809829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919063867809829' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106911050294382349</id><published>2003-11-17T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T20:16:26.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, estou morrendo de cansaço... Trabalhei bastante hoje... E ontem tbm foi uma loucura, mas muito legal... Comprei um monte de coisas, com a descontrolada da &lt;a href="www.bem-me-quer.net/erika"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;, ela sempre acaba me levando para o mau caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei sem um tostão furado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106911050294382349?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106911050294382349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106911050294382349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911050294382349' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106884922561884671</id><published>2003-11-14T19:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:34:05.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra vc ver como eu nunca cumpro o q prometo: já estou sem dinheiro de novo. Mas tudo bem, mês q vem tem aumento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106884922561884671?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106884922561884671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106884922561884671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884922561884671' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106884901739774907</id><published>2003-11-14T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:30:37.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho q fiz uma loucura...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, e daí??? Acabei de receber e já estou sem dinheiro. E daí??? Pelo menos é por uma boa causa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106884901739774907?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106884901739774907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106884901739774907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884901739774907' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106856600232489514</id><published>2003-11-11T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:53:19.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu quero um celular... Eu preciso guardar dinheiro... Ai meus sais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106856600232489514?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106856600232489514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106856600232489514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856600232489514' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106856592671759727</id><published>2003-11-11T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:52:03.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu preciso dar um tempo nas coisas... Me acalmar... Eu sou aquele tipo de pessoa q não consegue sossegar até resolver um problema, sabe... Hoje, estou com dois... Na verdade, não são problemas, são coisas q eu quero resolver logo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106856592671759727?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106856592671759727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106856592671759727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106856592671759727' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106823752337628741</id><published>2003-11-07T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:38:41.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem é &lt;a href="http://www.gerolino.blogger.com.br/"&gt;esse&lt;/a&gt; cara? E como ele veio parar aqui??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106823752337628741?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106823752337628741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106823752337628741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823752337628741' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106823730778627634</id><published>2003-11-07T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:35:05.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes eu fico com tanta raiva do Rodrigo... Puta q pariu... Parece criança...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106823730778627634?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106823730778627634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106823730778627634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823730778627634' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106806889711826003</id><published>2003-11-05T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:48:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu até queria guardar um dinheirinho... Mas não dá... O Rodrigo disse q viu na revista um celular das MSP... Eu quero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106806889711826003?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106806889711826003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106806889711826003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806889711826003' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106804782393282744</id><published>2003-11-05T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:57:02.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O Rodrigo tá um cu. Muito chato. Não q ele as vezes não tenha razão, mas não precisa exagerar tbm, né...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106804782393282744?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804782393282744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804782393282744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804782393282744' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106804778206335755</id><published>2003-11-05T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:56:20.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fui na academia hoje, mas ta ficando tão lotada... Tem q fazer fila para os aparelhos, para as bicicletas, para a esteira...&lt;br /&gt;Fora q acordar cedo pra ficar toda suada, cansada, tá me enjoando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106804778206335755?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804778206335755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804778206335755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804778206335755' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106804767775819982</id><published>2003-11-05T12:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:54:36.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Falando em chegar, chegou o livro da Erika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106804767775819982?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804767775819982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804767775819982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804767775819982' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106804765834263606</id><published>2003-11-05T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:54:16.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu to querendo assistir Matrix. Mas to querendo mais ainda q chegue o novo Harry Potter. Estou muito ansiosa pra q chegue logo, nem consigo ler outros livros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106804765834263606?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804765834263606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804765834263606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804765834263606' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106804759479498364</id><published>2003-11-05T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:53:13.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como o Rodrigo está simplesmente insuportável por causa do computador dele, vou ter q contar as minhas novidades do dia-a-dia no blog. Qdo cheguei aqui, encontrei uma impressora Laser maravilhosa, novinha, conectada no meu micro... Agora, na real: alguém acha q vou deixar levarem ele embora?? Nem q seja daqui duas semanas, dois anos ou dois séculos... Ela é tudo de bom, muito rápida pra imprimir, um xodó, o amor da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão emocionada olhando pra ele q tenho vontade de chorar... Ninguém vai conseguir separar nós duas...&lt;br /&gt;Taqui a &lt;a href="http://h10010.www1.hp.com/wwpc/us/en/sm/WF05a/18972-236251-236263-14638-236263-238800.html"&gt;menina dos meus olhos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106804759479498364?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804759479498364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804759479498364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804759479498364' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106804730006142509</id><published>2003-11-05T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:48:18.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitivamente eu preciso arrumar um jeito de ganhar dinheiro. Só o meu trampo aqui não ta dando. Alguém tem alguma idéia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106804730006142509?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804730006142509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106804730006142509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804730006142509' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789941285097341</id><published>2003-11-03T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:43:31.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu... Descobri um cara q tem uma verdadeira doceria na gaveta. Fica no andar de cima, onde todo mundo diz q ouve passos. Sabe o q tinha na gaveta?? Brigadeiro... Q delícia... Comi três. E peguei umas balas e chicletes. Tinha uma embalagem com três diamantes negros, mas estava lacrada... Eu sei q qquer dia ele vai bobear, e eu vou comer muito doce... Q delícia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789941285097341?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789941285097341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789941285097341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789941285097341' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789558471792347</id><published>2003-11-03T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:39:43.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deu vontade de falar: olha aqui, xarope, se não vai comprar, então não enche o saco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789558471792347?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789558471792347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789558471792347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789558471792347' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789537164760979</id><published>2003-11-03T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:36:10.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu sonhei com o Super Boy (do seriado Smallville). E estava fazendo coisas muito interessantes com ele (se é q me entende). É melhor eu parar de assistir esse seriado, senão corro o risco de ficar apaixonada pelo ator Tom Welling (o q, todos sabemos, é uma total perda de tempo e algo q não leva a lugar algum)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789537164760979?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789537164760979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789537164760979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789537164760979' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789481997619430</id><published>2003-11-03T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:26:58.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Falta muito pra 29/11?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789481997619430?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789481997619430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789481997619430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789481997619430' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789467927037547</id><published>2003-11-03T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:24:37.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou tão cansada hoje... Geralmente na segunda estou bem disposta (afinal, já dormi o fim de semana todo). Mas hoje não, eu to cansadona... Queria assistir SHAFT q vai passar hoje na TV. Mas acho q não vou aguentar ficar acordada. Eu queria muito q algo diferente, extraordinário, q afetasse minha vida profundamente de maneira positiva, acontecesse. Estou cheia da mesmice. Uma coisa desse tipo q se acontecer eu vou ficar felicissima é meu chefe ser mandado embora. Se isso acontecesse, aconteceriam mudanças profundas no setor, e talvez na empresa toda, q mudariam tudo para melhor e esse departamento um verdadeiro paraíso na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinceramente acho q não está tão longe qto parece, mas não tão próximo qto eu gostaria. Talvez eu não esteja aqui pra ver isso.  Pq, sinceramente, não quero trabalhar aqui o resto da minha vida. Estou cansada dessa mesmice, de sempre fazer trampos de corno, remendar as cagadas dos outros... É foda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789467927037547?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789467927037547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789467927037547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789467927037547' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789436202941468</id><published>2003-11-03T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:19:36.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O meu computador foi um parto pra acertar, o carro da minha mãe está sendo muito foda pra vender. E qdo eu acho q o negócio vai, ai é q empaca mesmo... Dá até vontade de desistir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789436202941468?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789436202941468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789436202941468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789436202941468' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106789430502485892</id><published>2003-11-03T18:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:18:23.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe... Eu queria tanto q as coisas dessem certo logo de primeira... Mas sempre tem alguma coisa de errado, alguma merda q acontece q dificulta tudo... Alguma coisa q dá errado... Sei lá... Não sei se é pq eu quero as coisas muito certinhas e justas, e não quero sair perdendo... Mas tem sempre alguma coisa q dá errado, e acaba dificultando muito as coisas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106789430502485892?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789430502485892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106789430502485892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789430502485892' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106787534358211582</id><published>2003-11-03T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T13:02:22.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É, &lt;b&gt;gasto&lt;/b&gt; mesmo... Sabe aquela pessoa q tem cara de gente muito usada, muito gasta??? Então, ele tem essa cara... E ele já sacaneou tanto o Rodrigo q eu tenho raiva dele, e evito ir na casa do Rodrigo qdo ele está lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106787534358211582?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787534358211582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787534358211582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787534358211582' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106787526892226372</id><published>2003-11-03T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T13:01:07.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O irmão do Rodrigo está traindo a namorada. E ele é tão feio, chato e filho da mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, não sei o q a mulherada vê nele... Ele tem cara de gasto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106787526892226372?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787526892226372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787526892226372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787526892226372' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106787512401876356</id><published>2003-11-03T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T12:58:42.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece q qdo as coisas começam a dar errado...&lt;br /&gt;O seguro do meu carro ficou mais caro esse ano... Solução: trocar de seguradora, e pegar uma franquia maior. Caso aconteça alguma coisa com o meu carro, estou fudida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106787512401876356?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787512401876356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787512401876356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787512401876356' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106787448701153446</id><published>2003-11-03T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T12:48:05.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q saquinho...&lt;br /&gt;Coisas velhas pra resolver, coisas novas aparecendo, uma mais cabeluda q a outra...&lt;br /&gt;Eu eu só consigo pensar na festa de fim de ano, q será dia 12 de dezembro. E, lógico, pensando nos feriados q virão (só no Natal e Ano Novo).&lt;br /&gt;Eu to um pouco cansada... O Ju me falou uma coisa q eu não tinha parado pra pensar: semana passada eu fiquei tão cansada... Tão cansada, uma coisa q não é normal... E o Ju me disse q era uma coisa de energia negativa q tá rolando aqui, desde q o cabeção voltou de férias. &lt;br /&gt;O trampo não foi muito diferente das semanas anteriores... Mas não sei o q acontece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106787448701153446?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787448701153446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106787448701153446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787448701153446' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106761595620905748</id><published>2003-10-31T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:59:14.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu vou levar o dia na boa...&lt;br /&gt;Quero q se foda... Não vou me estressar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana foi difícil. Tanto aqui no trampo, qto em casa, qto com o Rodrigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106761595620905748?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106761595620905748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106761595620905748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761595620905748' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106761568475759821</id><published>2003-10-31T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:55:23.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esses dias estou tão ocupada... Estou tendo q trabalhar a noite... Q coisa chata...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho algumas tarefas q só posso fazer a noite (e sem deixar rastros)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero q esse fim de semana seja bom, pq essa semana foi foda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106761568475759821?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106761568475759821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106761568475759821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761568475759821' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106761562313472934</id><published>2003-10-31T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:53:41.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje é Dia das Bruxas!!!!!! EEEEHHEHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106761562313472934?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106761562313472934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106761562313472934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761562313472934' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106746376043788325</id><published>2003-10-29T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:42:39.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É engraçado como a gente pega birra das pessoas, né??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106746376043788325?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106746376043788325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106746376043788325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746376043788325' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686735630202911</id><published>2003-10-22T21:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:02:36.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será q ainda tem gente q acha q eu não tenho nenhum bolor???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686735630202911?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686735630202911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686735630202911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686735630202911' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686732843414890</id><published>2003-10-22T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:02:08.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes acontece comigo o q sempre acontece com a &lt;a href="www.bem-me-quer.net\erika"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;: vc tá ouvindo uma música e lembra daquela figurinha do seu passado (mais q enterrado). Essa semana está acontecendo comigo... Estou com uma música da Maria Rita na cabeça: &lt;b&gt;é uma pena, mas vc não vale a pena...&lt;/b&gt; Houve uma época da minha vida q eu queria q valesse a pena. Graças a Deus cai na real antes de me machucar demais ou de dar a cara pra bater pra esse infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;Acho q uma rejeição (mesmo q indireta, como no meu caso) nunca é bem aceita... Fica aquela dorzinha de cotovelo, aquela picuinha... E pra falar a verdade, aquela vontade q tivesse dado certo, pelo menos por um tempo, pra pelo menos saber se seria bom ou q se estava ganhando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas acontece q a história sempre se repete, e volta e meia me pego pensando: essa foi a melhor coisa q &lt;b&gt;não&lt;/b&gt; aconteceu na minha vida, e logo depois descobri q tem, sim, alguém q vale a pena de gostar, ficar junto, compartilhar as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena, mas vc não vale a pena... Não vale a pena te ouvir, não vale a pena falar com vc, não vale a pena te ver, não vale a pena lembrar q vc existe. E é por isso q eu não faço nenhuma dessas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686732843414890?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686732843414890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686732843414890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686732843414890' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686578955998853</id><published>2003-10-22T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:36:29.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho q ele fala muita besteira, todo mundo ganharia se ele ficasse mais tempo de boca fechada.&lt;br /&gt;E eu não aguento... Eu acabo com a graça dele na frente de todo mundo... Ai ele fica sem graça e com raiva de mim... Fazer o q? Quem manda ser ignorante perto de mim??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686578955998853?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686578955998853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686578955998853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686578955998853' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686570748589118</id><published>2003-10-22T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:35:07.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes eu me pergunto: como pode caber tanta besteira numa pessoa só? A Erika conhece o Bum. Eta moleque retardado da cabeça... Só fala besteira... Hoje ele soltou essa: "Não julgue o livro pela capa..." Lógico q não foi pra mim, mas eu não resisti e falei: "olha quem fala!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;A primeira coisa q o cara faz qdo entra uma moça trabalhar aqui é dizer: "Nossa, q mina gostosa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nojento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686570748589118?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686570748589118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686570748589118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686570748589118' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686542237321795</id><published>2003-10-22T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:30:22.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa... Todo mundo tá querendo a tal da Miss Daysi... Eu não tenho a menor vontade de comer essa porcaria... Se eles me derem mais de uma, eu prometo q vou dar uma pra &lt;a href="www.bem-me-quer.net\erika"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;. Se ganhar mais uma (três), trago uma pro trampo. Se receber um caminhão de Miss Daysi... Vou vender!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686542237321795?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686542237321795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686542237321795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686542237321795' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686528489874636</id><published>2003-10-22T20:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:28:04.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje me deram tanto trampo... Tanta merdinha pra resolver... Até o diretor resolveu ligar, com problemas no WORDPAD (eu mereço, né???)... Vontade de mandar a merda... Chegou uma hora q eu não estava entendendo mais nada, coloquei tudo dentro da agenda, a agenda na gaveta, e só vou ver isso amanhã.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686528489874636?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686528489874636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686528489874636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686528489874636' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686516641739606</id><published>2003-10-22T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:26:06.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O cara da Sadia ligou agendando uma visita para amanhã de manhã. Como é mais um dia de falta na academia, acho q vou fazer algo de útil: depilar a perna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686516641739606?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686516641739606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686516641739606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686516641739606' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106686510782328618</id><published>2003-10-22T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T20:25:07.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje eu to tão cansada... Não estou enxergando direito (fui no oftalmologista e vim trabalhar - não sou uma funcionária padrão???), e realmente eu merecia ir embora mais cedo... Se bem q agora só faltam 50 minutos. Eu estou muito cansada, pq dormi mal (toda vez q tenho uma consulta médica fico tão ansiosa q não consigo dormir direito - a de hoje, então, digamos q mudará toda a minha vida), e pq fiquei muito tensa dirigindo sem enxergar nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106686510782328618?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686510782328618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106686510782328618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106686510782328618' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118238.post-106678004568204278</id><published>2003-10-21T20:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:47:25.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece q tem um bicho aqui... To com medo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3118238-106678004568204278?l=odiariodecamila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106678004568204278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3118238/posts/default/106678004568204278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odiariodecamila.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678004568204278' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06705516420148642074</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>
