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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 03:40:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My birth plan</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;padding: 10px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our Wishes for Childbirth - Shannon N Kuhn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Due Date: 05/29/2010&lt;br /&gt;Patient of Dr.  Manning&lt;br /&gt;Scheduled to deliver at Holy Spirit Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/01/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Shannon Kuhn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;1&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.birthplan.com/images/spacer.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Labor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to be free to walk around during labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I wish to be able to move around and change position at will throughout labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to be able to have fluids by mouth throughout the first stage of labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I will be bringing my own music to play during labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like the lights in the room to be kept low during my labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would prefer to keep the number of vaginal exams to a minimum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I do not want an IV unless I become dehydrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Monitoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I do not wish to have continuous fetal monitoring unless it is required by the condition of my son.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I do not want an internal monitor unless my son has shown some sign of distress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Labor Augmentation/Induction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I do not wish to have the amniotic membrane ruptured artificially unless signs of fetal distress require internal monitoring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would prefer to be allowed to try changing position and other natural methods (walking, nipple stimulation) before Pitocin is administered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anesthesia/Pain Medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I realize that many pain medications exist.  I&apos;ll ask for them if I need them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to have a standard epidural.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cesarean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;Unless absolutely necessary, I would like to avoid a Cesarean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;If a Cesarean delivery is indicated, I would like to be fully informed and to participate in the decision-making process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like my boyfriend present at all times if my son requires a Cesarean delivery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I wish to have an epidural for anesthesia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;If my son is not in distress, my son should be given to my boyfriend immediately after birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Episiotomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would prefer not to have an episiotomy unless absolutely required for my son&apos;s safety.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would appreciate guidance in when to push and when to stop pushing so the perineum can stretch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to be allowed to choose the position in which I give birth, including squatting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like my boyfriend and/or nurses to support me and my legs as necessary during the pushing stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;Even if I am fully dilated, and assuming my son is not in distress, I would like to try to wait until I feel the urge to push before beginning the pushing phase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would appreciate having the room lights turned low for the actual delivery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would appreciate having the room as quiet as possible when my son is born.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to have my son placed on my stomach/chest immediately after delivery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Immediately After Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to have my boyfriend cut the cord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would prefer that the umbilical cord stop pulsating before it is cut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to hold my son while I deliver the placenta and any tissue repairs are made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to hold my son for at least 15 minutes before (he/she) is photographed, examined, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to have my son evaluated and bathed in my presence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I plan to keep my son near me following birth and would appreciate if the evaluation of my son can be done with my son on my abdomen, with both of us covered by a warm blanket, unless there is an unusual situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;If my son must be taken from me to receive medical treatment, my boyfriend or some other person I designate will accompany my son at all times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would prefer to hold my son rather than have (him/her) placed under heat lamps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;After the birth, I would prefer to be given a few moments of privacy to urinate on my own before being catheterized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to see the placenta after it is delivered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Postpartum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;Unless required for health reasons, I do not wish to be separated from my baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to have my son &amp;quot;room in&amp;quot; and be with me at all times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I plan to breastfeed my son and would like to begin nursing very shortly after birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;Unless medically necessary, I do not wish to have any bottles given to my son (including glucose water or plain water).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like more information about breastfeeding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to meet with a lactation consultant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Circumcision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like my son to be circumcised before we check out of the hospital.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Photo/Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would like to take still photographs during labor and the birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;My support person(s) is/are (support people) and I would like them to be present during labor and/or delivery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style=&quot;margin-top: 4px;&quot;&gt;I would prefer that no students, interns, residents or non-essential personnel be present during my labor or the birth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 23:45:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;7224.) If you fall for her I will never forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 04:33:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Youthful Transgressions</title>
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&lt;div class=&quot;b-qotd-question&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&apos;border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;&apos;&gt;&lt;p&gt;What mistake made in your youth do you most regret now? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&apos;font-size: 0.8em;&apos;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;button&quot; value=&quot;Answer&quot; onclick=&quot;document.location.href=&apos;http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=988&apos;&quot; /&gt; &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=988&quot; class=&quot;more&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;View 507 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I don&apos;t regret anything; it&apos;s as simple as that.&amp;nbsp; I grew up as the girl who knew right from wrong, and the girl who did everything for others.&amp;nbsp; Yeah,&amp;nbsp;I had some obstacles thrown my way, but it&apos;s nothing that I couldn&apos;t handle.&amp;nbsp; In high school I joined color guard, and it was like joining a family that was always there and I loved that. &amp;nbsp;I did guard for 4 years, all year long, and I&amp;nbsp;loved it.&amp;nbsp; On the competition floor is where I was happiest during high school.&amp;nbsp; Coming off that floor and getting a standing ovation and cheers was amazing.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;loved it. &amp;nbsp;And when&amp;nbsp;I wasn&apos;t at practice, a football, or a competition, I was working, and I also loved that.&amp;nbsp; I didn&apos;t do anything that I would change. &amp;nbsp;Even now, in the chaos of my life, I wouldn&apos;t change anything. &amp;nbsp;I have a boyfriend whom I&amp;nbsp;love dearly.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn&apos;t trade him for the world, and he wouldn&apos;t trade me either.&amp;nbsp; We&apos;re perfect together.&amp;nbsp; And I&apos;m happy.&amp;nbsp; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 17:47:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>**unfinished**</title>
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  <description>  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I can spend hours trying to deconstruct what&amp;rsquo;s happened in my life; what I&amp;rsquo;ve done, and what others have done to me.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I look at everything I&amp;rsquo;ve dealt with in my past, and I have handled it all with great ease.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I look to the present, and what I&amp;rsquo;m dealing with now, and I realize that it&amp;rsquo;s a struggle.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve never been one to know what I want in my life.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I mean that in the best way possible.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I was little, I never had this set dream job that I just had to have.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I handled everything in a day-by-day structure and I didn&amp;rsquo;t plan too far into the future.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;And then I met him&amp;hellip; I met the guy who made me weak in the knees.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I met the guy who makes me want to be better, who makes me smile and laugh, who makes me feel like I can achieve anything I hope for.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This guy&amp;hellip; he&amp;rsquo;s the guy that I want to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For as long as we have together, I want there to be an &amp;ldquo;us&amp;rdquo;.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He&amp;rsquo;s my first love, and I know it&amp;rsquo;s true.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He makes me feel comfortable and safe.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I never had sex with anyone before him, I was one of those girls who wanted to wait for true love, and I did.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew from the moment I met him that he was something special.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember, at first, I was so scared and nervous about being with me, he was older, so much more experienced, and here I am: the plain girl, the girl next door type.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And he was interested in me.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We got to know each other, and it was amazing.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We spent every waking moment together, and I&amp;rsquo;ve never gotten sick of him.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember the first time we had sex&amp;hellip; he was so gentle and sweet about it, and made sure I was ready and I was ok.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And when we were finished, he cuddled me and held me close and told me that he loved me.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was so sweet and I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t change it for the world.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 05:33:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I love him...</title>
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  <description>I love Justin a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I get so upset when he leaves... does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much...&lt;br /&gt;I want him to want to be with me as badly as&amp;nbsp;I want to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i&amp;nbsp;love him.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope we&apos;re together forever.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 20:17:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My boyfriend.</title>
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  <description>Can you answer 51 questions about your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What&amp;rsquo;s their name?&lt;br /&gt;Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Does he or she have a boyfriend/​​girlfriend?​​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)Do you get along with this person all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;We may get frustrated with each other, but 5 mins later we&apos;re ok.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;4) How old is the person?&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Has he/she ever cooked for you?&lt;br /&gt;Um.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t think? I know he&apos;s a good cook, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Is this person older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you ever kissed this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Are you related to this person?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Are you really close to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;He knows me better than anyone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) Nickname?&lt;br /&gt;His?&amp;nbsp;Um. &amp;nbsp;Just baby!&amp;nbsp;And hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;13) How many times do you talk to this person in a week?&lt;br /&gt;7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you think they will repost this?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Could you live with this person?&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Why is this person your BFF?&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s my boyfriend. &amp;nbsp;I trust him with my life.&amp;nbsp; I love him so much. &amp;nbsp;He&apos;s the one I want to be with forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) How long have you known this person??&lt;br /&gt;1 year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you ever been to the mall with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Have you ever had a sleepover with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) If you ever moved away would you miss this person?&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d be coming with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Have you ever done something really stupid or illegal with this person?&lt;br /&gt;If you want to call &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you know everything about this person?&lt;br /&gt;I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Would you date this person&amp;rsquo;s siblings?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you ever made something with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Have you gone skinny dipping with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Is your BFF on drugs?&lt;br /&gt;Define drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever worn this person&amp;rsquo;s clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you and your #1 person made up a hand shake?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) If it was &amp;ldquo;freaky friday&amp;rdquo; would you switch bodies with this person?&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. sure.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Have you ever heard this person sing?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Do you and this person have a saying?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you know this persons myspace?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn&apos;t have one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Have you and this person ever gotten into a fight that lasted more than 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.) Have you and this person gone clubbing?&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re not &amp;quot;club&amp;quot; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Do you know how to make this person feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Do you and this person talk alot?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Do you like this person?&lt;br /&gt;Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Has this person yelled at you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Have you and this person got into a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Do you want to go out with this person??&lt;br /&gt;We are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Do you want to be friends with them forever?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be his girlfriend (future wife) forever.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:42:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I need him... and he&apos;s not answering me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;need him for various reasons... 1 personal reason, 1 reason due to his tooth situation, and 1 reason due to Harrisburg hospital.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&amp;nbsp;Why can&apos;t he ever answer me....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLEASE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 10:17:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m so depressed and I don&apos;t know how to stop it...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 22:34:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m holding my own, no matter what I&apos;ve put myself through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve seen some of the worst in me and I&apos;ve seen some of the worst in you, but at the end of the day we still look at each other the same way. That&apos;s how I know this is the real thing -unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, &lt;em&gt;I just wanted to hold onto everything good.&lt;/em&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I fell for you. Really fell. And that doesn&amp;rsquo;t happen to me. I don&amp;rsquo;t get attached. I don&amp;rsquo;t make plans. Until you came along and changed everything. You made me believe in you, believe in us and then you went and threw it all away -unknown&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 23:45:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Future baby names.  :]</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haedyn Joeli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kohler Mackie&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 07:02:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;If somebody wants to love you, let them.&lt;br /&gt;If somebody doesn&apos;t want to love you, forget them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 13:58:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m learning that perfecton isn&apos;t what matters. In fact, it&apos;s the very thing that has the ability to destroy you if you allow it to.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 13:07:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you and your twisted words</title>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia&quot; color=&quot;#568875&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we&apos;ll never know most of them. But even if we don&apos;t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 03:58:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Don&apos;t screw up one of the best things that has happened to you just because you are a little unsure about who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #800080&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Seriously, just punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 08:00:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;quot;Love is always a good thing no matter how much it hurts. Even after it&amp;rsquo;s over, even through the pain, anyone who has ever really loved will tell you that they never regretted a second of it, no matter how much it hurt in the end. And if you tell me differently, I will tell you that you were not truly in love.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know, the worst part about having to fall asleep when you have a broken heart is having to waking up, because right when you start to open your eyes you are about to feel happy until you realize your life is terrible and the pain nearly swallows you whole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...broken heart...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 23:03:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>We were on the bus and I was leaning on your chest, trying so hard to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Your were breathing deeply, slowly, and your heart was beating fast.&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was count the beats.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what was in your heart, wondering who was on your mind.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 01:21:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s funny how you think you can read people so well up until you meet that one person. That one person whose face doesn&apos;t give a thing away, and the one who makes you think twice before you make any assumptions. It&apos;s funny how much you think you know yourself until you meet that one person who changes everything all around.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 01:21:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>shut up and let me go</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Damn right i&apos;m still pissed.&amp;nbsp; Next time i see your face.&amp;nbsp; We&apos;ll see who has the upper hand.&amp;nbsp; Kiss my fist.&amp;nbsp; Taste the floor.&amp;nbsp; Tired of your shit.&amp;nbsp; Don&apos;t care anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where did she go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a bubbly &amp;amp; friendly girl who always had a smile to give if you forgot yours. She had head on her shoulders. She knew what she wanted &amp;amp; wasn&apos;t going to let anything stand in her way. Now she&apos;s gone. She wants everyone to forget everything they once knew about her because she&apos;s not that person anymore, she&apos;s gone, she left, she is nowhere to be seen &amp;amp; no one has heard from her lately. People want her back, people want to get in touch with her but she&apos;s too far gone. With the exception of only a couple people, they know where she vanished to but they don&apos;t know how to bring her back. She knows people out there love her but she&apos;s doing what she wants for once, no matter who she seems to hurt in the process; even if its herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you see her, let me know. I kinda miss her.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:02:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>life seems to be fucking up lately..and i&apos;m mildly ok with that!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:43:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: 400; font-size: 10pt; background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; color: #000000; font-style: normal; font-family: Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I&apos;M FREAKING OUT FOR THE NEXT COUPLE (few, many, several, 24...) HOURS.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 22:50:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Excitement.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m so incredibly&amp;nbsp;excited for Ashlee, she&apos;s going back to school!! :]&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so excited that I&apos;m joining a WGI guard!!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so...excited.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 20:55:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you will be...popular.</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;I guess the biggest thing about me growing up is &lt;br /&gt;that in two days I am going to be nineteen&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason I still can&apos;t get over my&lt;br /&gt;childhood, and I still can&apos;t get over things&lt;br /&gt;that have been happening for years,&lt;br /&gt;I still can&apos;t grasp myself and say you know what&lt;br /&gt;it can&apos;t affect you anymore, because, well,&lt;br /&gt;it always has affected me. And I don&apos;t think it can&lt;br /&gt;just go away, I don&apos;t think life works like that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don&apos;t think humans are just capable of forgetting&lt;br /&gt;their scary pasts and their bad childhoods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:42:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>it&apos;s all over now, baby blue.</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I have a tendency to over-analyze the small things, to freak out the little things, and to get upset over things I have no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to get upset over the small things.&amp;nbsp; I want to be happy over the small things.&amp;nbsp; I want to be optimistic, I want to be full of joy and laughter.&amp;nbsp; I want to always smile and never frown, even when life gets me down.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:34:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ever time I drink alcohol, or even think about it, I feel like a big disappointment.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not because drinking is&amp;nbsp;bad, but because&amp;nbsp;I HATED my&amp;nbsp;father for drinking.&amp;nbsp; I hated that my father&amp;nbsp;picked drinking over me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whenever I&apos;m&amp;nbsp;in the same room as alcohol, i feel ashamed, like a hypocrite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m not an alcoholic&amp;nbsp;by any means, i&amp;nbsp;rarely drink, but&amp;nbsp;when i do..i&amp;nbsp;feel so horribly.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:31:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Just a thought...</title>
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  <description>Has someone ever come into your life, and in time, that person becomes a best friend...the kind of friend that if you were to ever lose contact with them, that it would completely break your heart? the kind of person that HAS to be in your life in one way or another?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i lost that person.&amp;nbsp; and it&apos;s killing me.</description>
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