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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>My Simple Life</title><link>http://jezebel.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://jezebel.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>My Simple Life</title><link>http://jezebel.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/18/417ced7ebcbca1bee6095921afeb55_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>Day one of blogging</title><link>http://jezebel.blog.co.uk/2008/03/18/day-one-of-blogging-3901496/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:jezebel.blog.co.uk,2008-03-18:/2008/03/18/day-one-of-blogging-3901496/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 20:07:35 +0100</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Wow... I never knew starting a blog would be so difficult. What do I say? Where do I start? Well I suppose I should start with introducing myself. For the purpose of this blog i'm going to call myself Jezebel. Not because I am a Jezebel but because it plays a vital part in the journey I will be taking you on.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am twenty years old and I currently live with my 30 year old boyfriend in a quant little town just in the suburbs of London. My life is quite simple, I work 5 days a week, have a pet rabbit called Alfred and spend most nights wondering whether my boyfriend will come home late. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Before you click off of this blog and conclude it as one silly bint ranting and raving because she's on her period, I urge you to take your finger away from that little red X on the top of your page and continue to read on. I'm not claiming to be a prophet or a preacher, neither am I claiming that I am going to move mountains or make a very big difference in this world. What I do know is that over the course of however long I write this blog, if I manage to captivate an audience, however small it may be. I have made a difference. Only a small one, but you have to walk before you can run. Who knows, in a years time I may be sprinting. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm fed up with reading pointless blogs about what someone has eaten for that day and how many times someone has seen a particular film. I want to read something that is real, I want to be fascinated, addicted even, and I want to learn about emotions I haven't felt yet. I want to make you laugh, cry, get angry and at times I will want you to feel pity. I want to play through all of your emotions each day (unless my social life picks up and it may be every other day).&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But that’s what I am proposing to do to you, my audience. I want you to be fascinated and remember me. You may love or hate me by the end of this blog, either way I will be happy, because I will have made you feel an emotion. Whether the emotion is love or hate, i'm still making you feel something for my writing. And that’s the difference I am going to make. &lt;/p&gt;
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