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  <title>dames, booze, chains, and boots</title>
  <subtitle>Meghnificent</subtitle>
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    <name>Meghnificent</name>
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  <updated>2007-10-02T09:24:29Z</updated>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-10-02T03:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T09:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T09:24:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;so if you love me&lt;br /&gt;still. or ever. or even if it's brand new&lt;br /&gt;you'll go add my new journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ramonaplease' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ramonaplease.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ramonaplease.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ramonaplease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__cutxupxangel:122993</id>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-09-01T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T01:30:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T01:30:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sushi time?&lt;br /&gt;sake time?&lt;br /&gt;parrty time tonight bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__cutxupxangel:122432</id>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-08-23T15:43:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-23T21:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-23T21:45:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tomorrow is my birfday&lt;br /&gt;last night I was way too drunk&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to get way too drunk when I go to nara for sushi&lt;br /&gt;I mean I usually don't drink that much sake but by the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the drunkest girl in the world. cops busted some stupid party I went to after sushi&lt;br /&gt;but it was like, one cop came in the front door so we all just poured out the back into the alley and stood around waiting for her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;yeah great bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going out tonight&lt;br /&gt;but I might.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we're having a poetry slam in the ewok village. sweeeeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sexcited. as in I BETTER GET LAID ON MY BIRFDAY YO.&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;i think i love you</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-08-04T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T03:35:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T03:35:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bored bored bored&lt;br /&gt;more like GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously so bored. my day consisted of extreme boredom&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, went to work, sat there and felt like a poo&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could learn things faster. I guess it was only my first day working upstairs but the lady I was working with told my boss I was a little slow while I was standing rigt there helping a customer. granted she thought I couldn't hear her, but I can't stand gossipy old bitches. she was nice to me but I guess I had her all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus: hot hot college boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I have a serious crush on a boy named nate who works there&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because I have a serious problem with seriously crushing on people I don't know. and then I get to know them and I'm...bored. boring people everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat and I are being lazy. actually, he came to town to visit me but he just left&lt;br /&gt;for a bit. and that is shitty, because I feel like going out and partying or somethin but that's bad for business. relationship business. I always end up never coming home :/&lt;br /&gt;what can I say? he will come back though. for some boring reason I might go to bed soon. seeing as it's 9:30 and all. I'm just so fucking BORED and it makes me TIRED of being BORED&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;god damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guessss that's all..corina comes home soonsies. I am pumped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get high right now. I want to have a little fucking fun. I haven't in a wh'l &lt;br /&gt;(pronounced whawl) but I know tonight is not the night. Perhaps tomorrow? I have sunday and monday off and I don't have to be to work until 12 on tuesday but then I have to work at 8 wed-sat&lt;br /&gt;buuut I won't have to work upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;buuuut I will have to deal with students buying textbooks as they go on sale on monday&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;HARRRRDER.</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-07-31T18:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-01T00:18:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-01T00:18:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started working at the UC bookstore today&lt;br /&gt;it's not as bad as I thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;a. it was only my first day&lt;br /&gt;b. school hasn't even started yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with a hot guy who looks lik ehe's 23 but he's actually 30 and maybe I only thought he was hot because every other guy looked like ass. come on cute college boys&lt;br /&gt;come get your textbooks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little o' meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. I'm exhausted though. I need to eat some pizzzzaaa. And maybe take a little nipper nap. Also, corina comes home soon and I just ordered a cute pair of chacos off of the internet. NICE.</content>
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    <title>you know I love you baby</title>
    <published>2007-06-15T15:07:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-15T15:07:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my love for you I could never hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck life is a juxtapoz of shit. yes i'm well fucking aware that I used juxtapoz in the wrong context but FUCK YOU! If I want to say juxtapoz I'm going to fucking say it.&lt;br /&gt;Right in ya face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneehoo. Pat and I (on off on off on off on fuck off fuck on fuck off)&lt;br /&gt;got into quite the argument last night. Not really an argument, basically he said&lt;br /&gt;he didn't want to "Play games" anymore. I guess I shouldn't bring up&lt;br /&gt;other guys around him ever. &lt;br /&gt;I simply found out there was a guy who works at lucky diamond who saw me once&lt;br /&gt;and decided we should "date" or something so I asked Pat if he knew who this&lt;br /&gt;person was because he gambles there sometimes, and he's like yeah...so I told him&lt;br /&gt;the story because I found it funny and also very non-threatening. Apparently,&lt;br /&gt;this person who works at the LD was trying to find a sack last night to smoke "some new girl he met up" so he asked pat and I was completely unaware of this part of the story but I guess I was that girl. which is gay, because I've never met this person. &lt;br /&gt;But, since Timmy told pat about the "girl" and left out the fact that it was me I look like I'm lying and pat's tired of me being too pretty to go anywhere with him.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. Makes less sense each time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I had to spend another 2 hours convincing him that yes I can go 5 days without sex and yes, I did go 5 days without sex while he was out of town. Not that it even matters anymore. I don't know if I can keep going on like this. He won't say he loves me anymore because he doesn't want it to get too deep...and I'm thinking it's too late for it to get any deeper. But I'm not going to stick around if I don't get any love because that's why I'm in this fucking relationship. I just want to be loved for a while, if he can't give it to me then I guess bye bye. &lt;br /&gt;But apparently, he told Rick (ex boss) last night that he can't quit me. &lt;br /&gt;like a bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;like an addiction?&lt;br /&gt;he can't quit me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I...I can't quit you baby...but I'm gonna have to put you down for a whiiiiilllle. I said...I can't quit you baby! But you know I'monna have to put you down for a whhiiiile.&lt;br /&gt;oh leddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all I really want is a latte&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're going to ovando tonight?&lt;br /&gt;maybe not. we shall seesies.</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-05-29T12:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-29T18:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-29T18:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a bunch of tequila at work last night&lt;br /&gt;so of course, on the ride home pat got pulled over&lt;br /&gt;and of course, because I'm the luckiest son'bitch alive&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 warrants. And, of course, the cop was a douche&lt;br /&gt;and handcuffed me and took me away away away to jail.&lt;br /&gt;Where I cried in a holding cell for a good 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;until pat came and bailed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I go to court. &lt;br /&gt;They're going to fine me up the ass with shit. I blew a .096 &lt;br /&gt;so there's an MIP, plus the original tickets I got the warrants for, plus&lt;br /&gt;the warrants themselves, plus the court fees, on top of community service&lt;br /&gt;and alcoholism classes that cost $100. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I love our penal system&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did enjoy a little penal systemization when I got out.&lt;br /&gt;A lot a little a loving.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pat and I keep half breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want a girlfriend but he still wants...I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;What he tells me he wants sounds alot like a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;or rather, it sounds like nothing in our relationship will change other than&lt;br /&gt;the "titles" boy/girlfriend. I say, bullshit. That's the least harmful part of a relationship is the title. Makes no difference whether we say it out loud or not, and he still introduces me as "my girl meghan" &lt;br /&gt;instead of my NOT girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a shower and to leave.</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-05-24T17:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T23:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T23:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bored&lt;br /&gt;myspacing&lt;br /&gt;going to take a shower and go to work&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I can fix my itunes tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get over pat.&lt;br /&gt;MOVE ON. MOVE ON MOVE ON MOVE ON&lt;br /&gt;it would probably help to sleep with someone new but i'm fucking terrified&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how to get laid. DAMN..oh but I will. I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. I have no time for this.</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-05-06T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T00:56:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T00:56:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">am I supposed to change&lt;br /&gt;are you suppose to change?&lt;br /&gt;who should be hurt&lt;br /&gt;who should be blamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a resolution. we need a resolution. we have so much confusion. we need a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew I was listening to Aaliyah. you would hate on me like nazi on joo.&lt;br /&gt;I have to make this quick. I need to go to work but first me and marty are going on a drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v44/xpoetik/l_d22040c6ce12f24a84dda1bd1445af48.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my niggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum yum. that face makes me horny. if you could just cut out that nasty biznatch, it'd be like porn.&lt;br /&gt;I GOTSTA GO! DAMN</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-04-19T16:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-19T22:06:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-19T22:06:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuc&lt;b&gt;kkk&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>the wasteland</title>
    <published>2007-04-16T22:23:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-16T22:23:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;"Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?&lt;br /&gt;"I never know what you are thinking. Think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are in rats' alley&lt;br /&gt;Where the dead men lost their bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhh yeah. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy tired of sleeping and still being tired.&lt;br /&gt;Things are slowly evening out. for now. I just needed a break&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect this to last much longer however...&lt;br /&gt;Expect everything and the unexpected never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:20 yes yes yes I wish I had a bowl to smoke right meow&lt;br /&gt;I need a good teef brushing. &lt;br /&gt;but I also really want a soda, and I don't want to chug it and then brush&lt;br /&gt;or brush and then ruin half my soda with mintmouf...&lt;br /&gt;oh what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I like days when things like that are all I have to worry about.</content>
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    <title>sorry I am</title>
    <published>2007-04-01T23:56:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-01T23:56:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes. Something new! I ordered a new necklace off of ebay&lt;br /&gt;it is a sparrow.&lt;br /&gt;it will be exciting to get a 10 dollar necklace and wear it. belieeeeeeve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of sunny out, but I have to do some dishes&lt;br /&gt;and shower&lt;br /&gt;and then maybe go eat some spaghetti? I don't know. Pat has no pans in his kitchen now&lt;br /&gt;so we would have to use the crockity pot and that would be 4 hours of cookin' for some measley noodlins.&lt;br /&gt;kneeway. I ain't got much to say. &lt;br /&gt;last night I got to see corina, marty, and beth all in one place. it was really&lt;br /&gt;really really nice. I miss those girls. I don't really miss drinking&lt;br /&gt;that's the problem, I don't even like drinking but I still do it from time to time&lt;br /&gt;like when I think about old memories where drinking was how we had fun&lt;br /&gt;and then I'm all wasted and realizing I hate being wasted but shit, too drunk to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though, I haven't had an appetite whatsoever for like 5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;and since I got wasted last night I've had the munchies like madcore&lt;br /&gt;I made pat take me to taco bell last night and then this morning I made him come out to breakfast with me. speaking of&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;Like I ate something that wants to tear me apart from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;rotten pussy. too much of it all up inz my mouf teef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me happy: pat saying all up ons.&lt;br /&gt;(= (= (=&lt;br /&gt;so happy I'm going to go watch a strong bad episode. yes yes yessss.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do these things now. before pat gets off workity work.&lt;br /&gt;he's getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;he used to have the sexy abs and whatnot, now he's got a big roll&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaa. makes me giggle everywhere</content>
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    <title>no more</title>
    <published>2007-03-23T09:26:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-23T09:26:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so sick of shit being thrown at me from all directions&lt;br /&gt;Can no one act like an adult in this world?&lt;br /&gt;can no one get over their egos, their pride, their so-called dignity for long enough&lt;br /&gt;to see that other people are affected by their actions? Other people who are innoccent are &lt;br /&gt;affected negatively by their fucking stupidity. Why am I the only one who wants to sit down&lt;br /&gt;and say let's not get petty, let's not make this into some high school drama bullshit because the thing about high school drama is, it doesn't end. It makes everything worse&lt;br /&gt;If you grow up to be a big boy/girl and you don't realize that, why hasn't the lord struck you down and killed your useless moronic ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have NO drama.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put up with any of this. &lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep forever and when I wake up I want to wake up dead.&lt;br /&gt;walking waking dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck me if I had a gun right meow&lt;br /&gt;gun gun gun me down.&lt;br /&gt;if tomorrow is any worse I don't think I'll be able to survive&lt;br /&gt;to the beat</content>
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    <title>still the dream has come, still the dream's about to die</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T19:38:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T19:38:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel pretty shitty. &lt;br /&gt;Sick and all around shitty. Life is a big fan of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going up and down all week. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it's to be expected what with my body still thinking I'm pregnant&lt;br /&gt;my hormones are on a fucking rampage&lt;br /&gt;but I have been staying at pat's since tuesday or so last week&lt;br /&gt;so a few of my things are there...such as my journal&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure he read it&lt;br /&gt;I've said some pretty mean things in there about him&lt;br /&gt;not necessarily mean but&lt;br /&gt;definitely hurtful. like talking about how badly I wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;someone new to sleep with in October&lt;br /&gt;But...it was pretty clear that the only reason I was trying so hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;and to find someone new was because Pat spent the first 4 or 5 months of our&lt;br /&gt;relationship making me feel like we were together but telling me he didn't want to&lt;br /&gt;be with me. &lt;br /&gt;Mostly it's just a bunch of emo ramblings that came out when I was bored and alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm insanely good at being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pat's getting booked today. I hate the thought of him sitting in jail&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't spend tonight alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can ever be alone again&lt;br /&gt;I usually feel so guilty I start bawling everytime I sit by myself&lt;br /&gt;gun gun gun me down</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-03-13T17:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-13T23:51:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-13T23:51:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pat and I had a really serious talk last night.&lt;br /&gt;I mean really serious.&lt;br /&gt;we stayed up until 6 talking about some things&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he wishes his baby boy was still with me.&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooooooooo confused.</content>
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    <title>dying like a fox</title>
    <published>2007-03-12T04:46:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-12T04:46:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this show is cracking me up&lt;br /&gt;sara silverman is funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i kind of moved in with pat in the last 5 days&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how. all my shit's there and i've just been sleeping and staying there every night&lt;br /&gt;and i have a key to his house.&lt;br /&gt;weird. how fucking weird to live with your new girlfriend and your exgirlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate our relationship&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much but I want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to hurt and realize everything he's doing killed me.&lt;br /&gt;It's never going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to end this shit.&lt;br /&gt;end end end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the latter.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhh latter...&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby had fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;tiny little toes&lt;br /&gt;a tiny little penis. &lt;br /&gt;it was human. it was ours. &lt;br /&gt;it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.</content>
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    <title>frugal</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T21:17:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T21:17:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm getting so tired of these moodswings&lt;br /&gt;my last entry is all tears for fears about pat&lt;br /&gt;but right now i'm super happy to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;little things like him having no gas but driving across town&lt;br /&gt;to make sure I have a bowl and a cigarette yesterday &lt;br /&gt;when he had 20 minutes to be to work. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; him bringing me chinese food and lemonade today when he had to go to business class at 2&lt;br /&gt;I like to know he cares and that he thinks about my well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing bothering me:&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through his new phone the other day, &lt;br /&gt;not really snooping, just seeing who had his new number.&lt;br /&gt;there was someone in there named &lt;b&gt;Star&lt;/b&gt;...at first I thought it sounded&lt;br /&gt;like a stripper and I was like "wtf" and then I started thinking about his&lt;br /&gt;ex from high school (which was like 5 or 6 years ago for him) hannah and I &lt;br /&gt;remembered once he told me he used to call her star and that she had asked him&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago to keep calling her that and he was like no, we're not together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;he told me that before we were really a couple, but why would he put her in his phone as star?&lt;br /&gt;a few months ago he wasn't willing to call her that and I wasn't even officially with him.&lt;br /&gt;am I overreacting? should I even confront him about it? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not really worried about him cheating or anything, it's just that I know he wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;feel comfortable with me calling one of my ex's a pet name we had when we were fucking. &lt;br /&gt;or maybe he would feel fine with it, but I wouldn't do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's just inconsiderate, even if he had no way of knowing. I guess I'll have to ask him&lt;br /&gt;about it when the time is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm hungry. the chinese food he brought me was not great, but that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the big day supposedly. I'm nervous.</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-02-18T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T07:07:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T07:07:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay so after I get 500 dollars for friday, and then after I get a job and pay off all my debts and move out of this house, I'm going to start saving up money to buy my sugar glider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'll need a cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exoticnutrition.com/SUGAR%20GLIDER%20CAGES%202.htm"&gt;http://exoticnutrition.com/SUGAR%20GLIDER%20CAGES%202.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I'll need an adorable bonding pouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarglider63.com/pouches2.htm"&gt;http://www.sugarglider63.com/pouches2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big squirrel wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exoticnutrition.com/WODENT%20WHEEL%2011.jpg"&gt;http://exoticnutrition.com/WODENT%20WHEEL%2011.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HANGING COCONUT DEN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exoticnutrition.com/wpue5wx2.jpg"&gt;http://exoticnutrition.com/wpue5wx2.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a leash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exoticnutrition.com/Harness-leash-Department.htm"&gt;http://exoticnutrition.com/Harness-leash-Department.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be enough to get me started, probably looking at 350 for all that shnizznozz. I have no idea how much the actual sugar glider will cost but I need all of those things first. Maybe I'll steal one if I can get the goods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD I WOULD PAY A MILLION DOLLARS FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepetglider.com/index/component/option,com_gallery2/Itemid,44/?g2_itemId=457"&gt;http://www.thepetglider.com/index/component/option,com_gallery2/Itemid,44/?g2_itemId=457&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people. please send me money for this adventure</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2007-02-03T12:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T19:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T19:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">do you ever forget why people like you?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why I have the friends I do, or how I got such a special person to love me. Nothing really makes sense...I don't know who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I just made butterscotch pudding and I'm so fucking excited to eat it all up in my mouf.</content>
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    <title>show 'em what ya got</title>
    <published>2007-01-27T03:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-27T03:57:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had strange dreams last night involving these two ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v44/xpoetik/1063070292_l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to enjoy her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v44/xpoetik/8418757_l-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pouncing rather nakedly onto my lap&lt;br /&gt;unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately erin hated me for some reason&lt;br /&gt;though both encouraged me to be a godsgirl&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I smiled about today was that dream. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Katie pouncing. nakedly. oh mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I think my boyfriend died&lt;br /&gt;but that's chilll&lt;br /&gt;because I want to get stoned. and that's all I care about. Why waste time on relationships when you can be creating things and laughing with friends and getting high? oh yeah, because it feels good to be loved. how sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I go back to thinking about naked katie.&lt;br /&gt;and big al's house of freaks (which should be tattooed on me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v44/xpoetik/bigals.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these adorable nugglets of cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v44/xpoetik/adorablenuggetsofcute.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream on.</content>
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    <title>PS</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T02:13:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T02:13:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think this is the best way to describe the feeling you get the day before a new harry potter comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND PS&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER IN LIKE ONENNNENEN DDAY! holy crap pee my pants lick my clit suck my balls and all that noise wrapped up in a taco and given to me for my birthday which was moved to saturday AKA the day HARRY POTTER COMES OUT OMG OMG OMG.</content>
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    <title>in love baby?</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T23:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T23:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish I was alone. &lt;br /&gt;Well I am alone, but I mean I wish I was still just Meghan. Or if I had to share a sentence with someone else I'd want it to be Marty. I was happy when it was Meghan and Marty. Now it's Meghan and Pat. Now it's nothing. Those names don't belong together. He should just stay away. I'm tired. I'm drained. I'm losing everything. I don't even know who I am anymore. And I don't want to be this person anymore...I don't mean anything to anyone. I'm so fucking done. shoooot it UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't phunk wit it</content>
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    <title>__cutxupxangel @ 2006-12-23T15:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-23T23:03:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-23T23:03:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So hungreeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Need. fooooood....now...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and we ate PBJ's and then I ate cherry garcia ice cream and then I ate chocolate chip cookie dough. Oh god. Orgasm in a little tiny cardboard tub...with milk. &lt;br /&gt;Pat's dumb. he can't have milk. I hate people who can't have milk. Dumb idiots. Soy ice cream IS NOT as good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the camels come out for the sandy cafe...&lt;br /&gt;i really don't think those are the words to this song but...you know...fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry xmas all ye fuckers. I have only bought one present for anyone so far...a bondage kit...that was mostly for myself. haha. Dumbbbbbb I'm fucked. Oh well. Die die die eat my pussy.</content>
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    <title>jelly man, offspring. offspring, jelly man.</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T09:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T09:41:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yooooyyyyyyyyoooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken:&lt;br /&gt;taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siblings:&lt;br /&gt;zerrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoe size:&lt;br /&gt;8 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;5'9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?:&lt;br /&gt;nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dollar in change right now:&lt;br /&gt;o' course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants:&lt;br /&gt;jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number:&lt;br /&gt;420&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal:&lt;br /&gt;sugar gliders or bats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink(non alcoholic):&lt;br /&gt;no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport:&lt;br /&gt;marathon bong rips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month:&lt;br /&gt;May or August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice:&lt;br /&gt;hmm...peach white cran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon character:&lt;br /&gt;fry from futurama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped?:&lt;br /&gt;someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up?:&lt;br /&gt;when drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?:&lt;br /&gt;long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog?:&lt;br /&gt;uh...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?:&lt;br /&gt;that happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?:&lt;br /&gt;neva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare?:&lt;br /&gt;once or twice...a minute...all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane?:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying?:&lt;br /&gt;a few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in a hotub?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school?:&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran away?:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart?:&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?:&lt;br /&gt;yus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school?:&lt;br /&gt;uhm...out of frustration maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair?:&lt;br /&gt;heh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?:&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved IM conversations?:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used someone?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on?:&lt;br /&gt;no not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm?:&lt;br /&gt;marijuana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New fav. song?:&lt;br /&gt;isn't life a trip-eekamouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you?:&lt;br /&gt;a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?:&lt;br /&gt;mustard seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;madison avenue salon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ever Had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat:&lt;br /&gt;yes often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose:&lt;br /&gt;sort of. the stitches I got were in my nose but the cartilidge never broke&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight?:&lt;br /&gt;in a way maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distant relationships?:&lt;br /&gt;if you've been with someone long enough it could work for a while. but not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like school?:&lt;br /&gt;don't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you?:&lt;br /&gt;martease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with?:&lt;br /&gt;hmm...nooooooooo idea. probably marty or something when I was drunk as a joke. I mean as a reality. we're lez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile the most?:&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best?:&lt;br /&gt;marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out:&lt;br /&gt;when bored and high and it's early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have glasses or contact lenses?:&lt;br /&gt;contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself:&lt;br /&gt;I try to. Honestly, it's way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family?:&lt;br /&gt;sort of&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Are You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive?:&lt;br /&gt;in certain situations. and about brushing my teef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;got in a car wreck. went to the ER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten any awards?&lt;br /&gt;some dumb ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car/truck do you wish to have?:&lt;br /&gt;lambourgini gallardo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;vegas baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good driver?:&lt;br /&gt;well sort of. it wasn't my fault yesterday when that girl hit me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good kisser?:&lt;br /&gt;I work well with others in mouf to mouf situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp?:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many remote controls are in your house?:&lt;br /&gt;quite a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last dream about?:&lt;br /&gt;boats. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you last showered?:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny Movies?:&lt;br /&gt;funny if they're actually funny. same with scary I guess. most movies suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?:&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rootbeer or Dr.Pepper?:&lt;br /&gt;rootbeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?:&lt;br /&gt;summmaahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold?:&lt;br /&gt;silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl?:&lt;br /&gt;diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up?:&lt;br /&gt;spritz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or sweet tea?:&lt;br /&gt;both...yumm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person?:&lt;br /&gt;in person &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you oldest, middle or youngest?:&lt;br /&gt;oldest and youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you liked:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy something:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick?:&lt;br /&gt;I have a concussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat breakfast?:&lt;br /&gt;pat bought bagels on broadway. yummmmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleep in?:&lt;br /&gt;I tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to an old friend?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah I talked one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Drive somewhere?:&lt;br /&gt;no my car is wrecked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Talk to an ex?:&lt;br /&gt;Fucks nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss someone?:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm no not really.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Slept in your bed?:&lt;br /&gt;Pat is sleeping in it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Saw/heard you cry?:&lt;br /&gt;pat and my mom at the hospital last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Made you cry?:&lt;br /&gt;no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Went to the movies with?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really go to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Said "I Love You"?:&lt;br /&gt;my rentals.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a fight with your pet?:&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to Mexico?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Canada?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to Europe?:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on someone right now:&lt;br /&gt;yus yus yus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What book are you reading now?:&lt;br /&gt;phantom tollbooth. hellz yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Best feeling in the world?:&lt;br /&gt;when someone cares about you as much as you care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Future KIDS names?:&lt;br /&gt;no idea if I even want kiddlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?:&lt;br /&gt;no I sleep wit a stuffed body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What's under your bed?:&lt;br /&gt;more bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sports to watch?:&lt;br /&gt;ribbon dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Locations?:&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Piercing/Tattoos?:&lt;br /&gt;5 piercings, no 'toos yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you most scared of right now?:&lt;br /&gt;losing the people I care the most about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who do you really hate?&lt;br /&gt;no one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have a job?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with?:&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you lonely right now?:&lt;br /&gt;not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Song that's stuck in your head right now?:&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching finding nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever played strip poker?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been beaten up?:&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever been on radio/TV?:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever cheated on someone?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you?:&lt;br /&gt;alot&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what color is your underwear right now?:&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first things you notice about the opposite sex?:&lt;br /&gt;eyes, nose, jawline, stomach. oh how shallow...okay sense of humor too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food?:&lt;br /&gt;thai food. or uhm...homemade mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get so drunk you dont remember the night before?:&lt;br /&gt;alot alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?:&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too shy to ask someone out?:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, but randomly I can be really forward and make the first move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?:&lt;br /&gt;butter and salted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats?:&lt;br /&gt;both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower?:&lt;br /&gt;lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?:&lt;br /&gt;definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you missing right now?:&lt;br /&gt;nobod.</content>
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    <content type="html">Take your music library and put it on random, press play, and for every song as it goes, put what plays down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: Isn't life a trip?-eekamouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: saw a gangsta cry-andre nickatina (haaw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: Dames, Booze, Chains, and Boots-the cramps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: walking on sunshine-save ferris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fight Song: Voldemort Can't stop the Rock-Harry and the Potters (yeeeeeeeeah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: leaving on a jet plane-slightly stoopid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: Revolution-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: Gouge Away-the pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: thirsty and miserable-black flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: pool shark-sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: caution-operation ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding: dark side of the moon-pink floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: when it hurts so bad-lauryn hill (true dat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: one drop-bob marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: The Sad Punk-the pixies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: don't want you back-backstreet boys LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credit : mushroom trip-atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pat's leaving for the airforce way sooner than we expected. &lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do? 4 years! He's going to leave me for 4 years! we're both pretending I'll wait but duh I'm not going to wait. I don't know if I'll ever find someone like him though. He's amazing. Perfection...the type of guy I'd marry even if half of his face was burned off. You may think it's stupid but there's something there that's more than what I could find in anyone else. I probably couldn't even tell you what that thing is, but it's going to be hard to get over. Lalalalala, I don't know how I'll go back to sleeping alone. I forgot what it was like to have someone. When was the last time I slept alone? Or even slept in my own bed? weeks ago probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick, sad, show...now...&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck did you just go?&lt;br /&gt;I got the flow in tow, with a lil more blow we could take it&lt;br /&gt;soooo sloowwww but baby I like to go go. Make it fast.&lt;br /&gt;Make it last. I see you're about full mast...so I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrgh you going to fuck this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man I forgot the rest</content>
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