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  <title>Butterphly</title>
  <subtitle>everytime I try to fly... I fall... without my wings... I feel so small</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-07-09T04:51:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:80745</id>
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    <title>Pequeño!!!</title>
    <published>2008-07-09T04:51:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T04:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;So im a mommy!!! The best, most important&amp;nbsp;role i've played thus far!!&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like having him look into my eyes and see that he finds comfort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The little gestures... the simple things he does&amp;nbsp;that we find so freaking amazing!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;font size="3"&gt;ENAMORED!!&lt;/font&gt; Stan is hands down the best father i've ever seen... so caring... gentle... engaging.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac adores him!!&lt;br /&gt;Did i mentioned that he looks JUST like Stan?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:80416</id>
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    <title>Tick Tock</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T22:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T22:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life's been BUSY to say the least.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Im married... yeah... crazy!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And now... i'm about to a mommy!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be here in less than a month... and im excited and scared all at once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Stan has been great... i didnt expect any less of him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:80134</id>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2007-01-18T20:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T02:00:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T02:00:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h1 style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.”&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p class="m"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:80123</id>
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    <title>Wedding Plans</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T02:04:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T02:06:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Funny... my whole life all i did was think about my wedding... i thought i knew the colors, the flowers, the cake i would choose... well the moment is here... and im freaking clueless as to where i want to take this... everything looks fantabolous. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-09-20T20:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T00:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T00:50:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;feels like&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;the best&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;day of my&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;life!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:79322</id>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-06-12T20:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T00:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T00:50:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000033"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;El  tiempo es demasiado lento para aquellos que esperan... demasiado rápido  para aquellos que temen.... demasiado largo para aquellos que sufren.... demasiado  corto para aquellos que celebran...pero para aquellos que aman, el tiempo es eterno.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:79011</id>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-03-22T22:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-23T03:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-23T03:28:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;uando&amp;nbsp;el tiempo pasa&lt;br /&gt;y nos hacemos viejos&lt;br /&gt;nos empieza a parecer&lt;br /&gt;que pesan más los daños&lt;br /&gt;que los mismos años&lt;br /&gt;al final...&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo quiero&lt;br /&gt;que mis años pasen&lt;br /&gt;junto a ti mi amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;por que nada valgo&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;si no tengo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y compañia&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; es que vale más&lt;br /&gt;un año tardio&lt;br /&gt;que un siglo vacio amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;y es que vale más&lt;br /&gt;tener bien llenito el corazón&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo quiero&lt;br /&gt;que en mi mente siempre&lt;br /&gt;tu cariño esté bien fuerte&lt;br /&gt;aunque estemos lejos&lt;br /&gt;o aunque estemos cerca&lt;br /&gt;del final&lt;br /&gt;ven amor...&lt;br /&gt;me siento debil&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy sin ti&lt;br /&gt;y me hago fuerte&lt;br /&gt;cuando estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;sin ti yo ya no se que es vivir&lt;br /&gt;mi vida es un tunel sin tu luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero pasar&lt;br /&gt;más tiempo junto a ti recuperar las noches&lt;br /&gt;que perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vencer el miedo inmenso&lt;br /&gt;de morir y ser eterno junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;por que nada valgo&lt;br /&gt;por que nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;si no tengo lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;tu amor y compañia&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazón.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;em&gt;4u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:78688</id>
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    <title>sitting, waiting, wishing</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T17:55:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T18:02:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=whitewhan.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img class="thumbnail" alt="" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/th_whitewhan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thistoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbnail" alt="" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/th_thistoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wendus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbnail" alt="" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/th_wendus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PICT1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbnail" alt="" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/th_PICT1823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PICT1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord knows that this world is cruel &lt;br /&gt;I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool &lt;br /&gt;Learning lovin' somebody don't make them love you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:78467</id>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-03-07T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-08T03:01:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-08T03:01:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ok, so its been a while since i spoke about anything going on in my life. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im still struggling... still hurting... still crying... still searching. &lt;br /&gt;Im still regretting... still grieving... still dying... but believing... that it WILL get better someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went away for a few days, because i needed to escape... to free my thoughts... and drink my pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the inpromptu vacation wasnt&amp;nbsp;obvious to me at first. But i would have gone insane if i would have stayed... here... tormenting myself self with&amp;nbsp;thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;On to other things... i have a &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/font&gt; (i know, im selfish)... he is great... but he is not what i want or need. I feel terrible, because the fact that my feelings are no where near where his feelings are... result in me snubbing him. Like the other night, two days before i left, he came to see me... and i wouldnt even kiss him. And when he left, i felt terrible because i realised how much of a bitch i was being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is even worse is the fact that i have somewhat developed feelings for someone who doesnt deserve them. Its obvious to me that dude is all about getting in them panties, but the way he talks, acts, looks,&amp;nbsp; and&amp;nbsp;kisses&amp;nbsp;me is... &lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;orgasmic&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;em&gt;:::laughs:::&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've been here before though... Ed made me feel this way once upon a time... but this is by far more intense...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-02-12T12:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T17:34:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-12T17:34:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Spent the day yesterday redecorating my room... fresh paint... new window treatments... new bed linens... still have a few furniture pieces i need to purchase... but i am extremelly pleased with the results thus far.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?"&gt;&lt;img class="pic" style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="400" alt="PICT1453.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/PICT1453.jpg" width="329"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One of the windows... i love my oil burner... it keeps my room smelling delish!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?"&gt;&lt;img class="pic" height="289" alt="PICT1455.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/PICT1455.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My bed... i love my bed... its simple... its comfy!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?"&gt;&lt;img class="pic" height="374" alt="PICT1454.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/PICT1454.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The vanity that i couldnt resist... i sit there for hours and just write or play with makeup or read... i absolutly love it.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I want to buy a bookself... because i have tons of books still in a box =(... two night tables... a dresser... &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-01-24T00:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T05:20:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T05:20:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spent the day in bed sick with the flu... i miss being "taken care of"... i miss the breakfast in bed... the lemon tea... the Buckleys... the chest rubs... and my Blue climbing in top of me to make sure i was still breathing... i miss being told that i "should just drink some water" and the "limon con sal" jokes...  i miss it all.</content>
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    <title>Party all the time...</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T04:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-22T04:21:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Last night i had an awesometime... we went to Biny... after a quick cameo thru Ulyses... it was the greatest... Kima sang some prince song i cant remember... i sang emotions from destinys child... Shera sang "my girl wants to party all the time" by Eddie Murphy (lmao) and i have to say... i havent been able to get it out of my head since... i've been singing and jumping all around the Bronx to this great fucking song... &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't understand it why you want to hurt me&lt;br&gt;After all the things I've done for you.&lt;br&gt;I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger -&lt;br&gt;Diamonds on your finger -&lt;br&gt;Still you hang out all night&lt;br&gt;what am I to do?&lt;br&gt;My girl wants to party all the time&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Party all the time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;party all the time&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;My girl wants to party all the time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;party all the time&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dilema</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T15:55:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T15:55:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Friday, i did my usual... i went out... we ended up having a brawl at Busters... it was about 7 and we werent toasty yet... so we walked aimlessly thru Soho trying to find a new spot to crash. After lots of walking... i we kinda lost the group... so him &amp; i walked to West 4th. We to a bar... had great conversation... a little kiss here and there... and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday... i talked for about six hrs (yeah!) with this guy Julio... we are bonded by family... long story i dont care to get into... so now im all giddy about him because maybe HE is what i've been "needing" all along... dominican... likes "partying"... tells me little cariñitos that make me melt... i dont know... its like the dude from the DR that i was seeing while on vacation was a little too Dominican... so this one is just like me... grew up here... has a lot of the same interest as me. I am excited... we are going to have dinner tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where i am headed... but where ever that is... i hope its all for the better.</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-01-10T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-11T02:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T02:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was blah... he came to my department... spent most of the morning way on the other side of the room... i didnt have my galsses and neither did he... so we could only really see a blur of each other lol... i asked the girl that sat next to me *discreetly of course* if she could tell me what he "looked" at so avidly... she said... i dont know but he looks like he is looking our way... i couldnt hide how enthused i was... and she asked what was good with that... i ignored her and proceeded to answer my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i got back from lunch, i found a little note on my chair... it said... "i cant stop thinking about you pretty"... i texted him to ask if he wrote it... he responded that he didnt know what i was talking about... so when i was like... aight... he responded wanting to know if other dudes on my floor were feeling me too *big turn off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at work till about 7:30... didnt know he had stayed late too... saw him when i went to sign out at the security desk... we left together (he was going to the gym)... as we waited in the platform... he kissed my forehead &amp; held my face with his huge COLD hands... and gave me little pecks on the lips... i rested my forehead on his shoulder... and hugged him hard agaist me... he kept whispering "why are u shaking, its not even cold"... and i wasnt... i guess i was just scared (subconciously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My train finally pulled up to the station... and i jokengly snuffed him and ran in... the doors closed... and the train started to move as i stuck out my toungue at him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im soo going to get it.</content>
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    <title>Testing... 1...2</title>
    <published>2006-01-10T01:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-10T01:49:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I refuse to sweat him... but that's what he wants me to do lol... how wack is it to be a dude... straight fishing for compliments... OK... so you look good... so you dress well... so you walk like you own the earth... and every chick in the building is throwing they draws at you... but what the fuck does that have to do with me??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today... he is wearing a sea green shirt with a navy blue tie... it looks good *salty* but to mess with him... i said... turquoise??? (it wasnt but still)... and he reponds... but tell me im not wearing this shirt... tell me im not wearing it... *its the way he said that stuck me* i stood... still... dumbfounded... and a bit disgusted at how much he was feeling himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fine line between confidence and arrogance... and this dude keeps crossing the line. I already think he's gay lol (not really but still)... but he talks about clothes way more than i do... that or the color of paint he is going to pick this week (he is remodeling his house) and i much as i love shopping... and decorating... these are not the qualities i look for in a man. Part of me wishes he was more of... (ok nevermind what i wish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sweet/great/exciting though... like Friday he showed up at the afterwork i was at... and he sat next to me... and held my hand under the table... and carressed my knees when i would speak (b/c i would let go of his hands... because i dont know how to speak without them lol)... and fed me chicken tenders with just enough honey mustard sauce &amp; then wiped off the crumbs with his napkin lol... but i especially loved how he followed me with his eyes when i would get up to "browse" the room... or how he would discretly brush up against me when dudes stopped me to talk (this was at fat black) i dont know man... part of me feels like i am being swept... but the other part of me doesnt fail to remind me... i got a huge whole in my chest from where my heart used to be...</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2006-01-08T15:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T20:29:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">He is great... but he is not what i want.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__butterphly:76470</id>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-12-25T17:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T22:29:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T22:29:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love people who stroke&amp;nbsp;egos and make&amp;nbsp;you smile from ear to ear...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-12-24T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T17:07:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T17:07:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;'Cuz we lost it all &lt;br&gt;Nothing lasts forever&lt;br&gt;I'm sorry &lt;br&gt;I can't be perfect&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I hate waking up feeling like i&amp;nbsp;feel today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-12-23T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T04:28:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Today was rather interesting... i'll update when im no longer drunk... but that would more than likely be like Tuesday lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to "after-works" drains you the fuck out... shera and me were toasty by 7 pee-emm... how pathetic is that??? It was cool though... see shera and me have become real good buddies... she is more than the co-worker i get trashed with every friday... today we had the only heart to heart... she told me things... i told her things... we've discovered that we have been through a lot of the same things... she understood my devastation... and my unconcious desire to self-destruct ((may not be so un-concious after all)). I noticed that i am not the only person battling with demons... we've all have had our fall-outs... and its great to feel like you arent alone in the "struggle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mad drunk talk... i hope this all makes sense when i wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... i have a shit load of clothes all over my freaking room... its all clean... but some how its managed to lay all over the place... including the floor and the rails of my bed... but tonight... i dont care... maybe tomorrow... we'll see lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me ya'll... please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((((Shakira's new song ROCKS... im so happy to have finally been trashed enough to make her pronounce all the words just right... in my head... now it all makes sense))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m sure she doesn’t know&lt;br /&gt;How to touch you like I would&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough... i am so ugly right now lol</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-12-19T12:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T17:05:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T17:05:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me &lt;br&gt;I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong &lt;br&gt;Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right &lt;br&gt;Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-12-12T22:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T03:44:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-13T03:44:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last night I was coming home from my mother's house, it was about 10 pm... i cant ever get my key to work for the front door of the building so i was relieved to see someone there to open the door for me. As soon as i walked in... something didnt feel right... my heart started beating really fast because the guy who opened the door for me was waiting to see which way i was going to go. When i turned to my side of the building... he sped up and opened the elevator door. I paused... as my sixth sense spoke to me...&amp;nbsp;and began looking for my keys. He said "Come on..." I said "No, that's OK, you can go ahead!", he said "No, get in, i live here", I said " No, its fine i dont need the elevator"... i thought of opening my mailbox to kill some time,&amp;nbsp;so maybe he'll get the hint and &amp;nbsp;leave, but i immediately brushed that off cuz i figured he'd see what my apartment number is and could be waiting for me near my door... so he goes on to say "Are you scared? Im not going to hurt you!" and chuckles... I said "No, im not scared...&amp;nbsp;but i just dont need the elevator"&amp;nbsp; ... He then said "Well you need the elevator tonight!! Get in NOW"...&amp;nbsp;I didnt even notice myself&amp;nbsp;run...&amp;nbsp;but i did. &amp;nbsp;My heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest. My phone was dead so didnt know ANYONE's phone number... nor could i think from fear. I hesitated but decided to approach the group of guys who always stand in front of my building to walk me upstairs. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The minute i made it to my house i threw myself on my bed and started crying hysterically. I didnt want to call my mom because this would worry her too much. But i needed to tell someone. This is the second time something really scary happens to me while living by myself. A few years ago i was comming home from my mother's house... i was walking to my old apartment when all of a sudden i was caught in the middle of a shootout, everything felt like slow motion... it felt like a movie... someone who was a few feet away from me got shot and from fear that i would be next i decided that i would beast it and jay walk the Grand Concourse... which is practically a high way with a few traffic lights. I made it accross the street to a grocery store... and right behind me came the guy who got shot right next to me. i saw him colapse at the door of the store... he layed there with his eyes opened... fist balled up. That day i had a nervous breakdown... i didnt remember anything... not my name... not where i lived... nothing... not for a good hour.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Besides seeing my&amp;nbsp;life practically flashing before my eyes,&amp;nbsp;what i remember most was feeling like i&amp;nbsp;was really alone. And that's exactly how i felt yesterday... i&amp;nbsp;missed the arms that can hold&amp;nbsp;you and make&amp;nbsp;you feel like its going to be alright.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-12-01T11:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T17:17:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="arial, verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br&gt;the subtle difference between &lt;br&gt;holding a hand and chaining a soul&lt;br&gt;and you learn&lt;br&gt;that love doesn't mean leaning&lt;br&gt;and company doesn't always mean security. &lt;br&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br&gt;that kisses aren't contracts &lt;br&gt;and presents aren't promises&lt;br&gt;and you begin to accept your defeats&lt;br&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br&gt;with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br&gt;and you learn&lt;br&gt;to build all your roads on today&lt;br&gt;because tomorrow's ground is &lt;br&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br&gt;and futures have a way of falling down&lt;br&gt;in mid-flight. &lt;br&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br&gt;that even sunshine burns&lt;br&gt;if you get too much&lt;br&gt;so you plant your own garden&lt;br&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br&gt;instead of waiting for someone &lt;br&gt;to bring you flowers. &lt;br&gt;And you learn that you really can endure&lt;br&gt;you really are strong&lt;br&gt;you really do have worth&lt;br&gt;and you learn&lt;br&gt;and you learn&lt;br&gt;with every goodbye, you learn... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Goodbye Goodbye!!!</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T00:57:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T00:57:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PICT0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbnailover" alt="" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/th_PICT0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br&gt;Every time I do it makes me laugh&lt;br&gt;How did our eyes get so red?&lt;br&gt;And what the hell is on Oscar’s head?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>__butterphly @ 2005-11-20T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-20T23:03:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PICT0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="thumbnailover" alt="" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/th_PICT0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;before the club... and that's all i wish to remember &lt;a&gt;&lt;img title="meti la pata..." alt="meti la pata..." src="http://elcorito.com/elcoro/images/smiles/LOSER_~266.GIF" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>RIP Eddie</title>
    <published>2005-11-15T01:31:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-15T01:31:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;No, i wasnt a wrestling fan, but Eddie Guerrero entertained me. His death was a huge shock to me. I woke up this morning and the first thing i saw when i turned on the&amp;nbsp;news was the notice of his death, I immediatly thought of one person...&amp;nbsp;I dont know it just felt weird...&amp;nbsp;I felt true loss... and like it was one less thing from the past, so i started to cry.&amp;nbsp;Ironically enough on the night before he passed my friend Russel was messing around wearing this wig and we started calling him Eddie Guerrero. We laughed so hard because he kept saying &lt;em&gt;ese &lt;/em&gt;and buttoned his shirt only on the collar. Im shocked... and sad...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 434px" height="652" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/isis006/PICT0183.jpg" width="407"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Russel being silly...&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Rest in Peace Latino Heat... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.com/S_A_J/pictures/eddieguerrero4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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