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  <updated>2011-08-12T06:27:48Z</updated>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2011-08-12T14:27:00</title>
    <published>2011-08-12T06:27:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">James Franco sucking sherbet off his finger. I just had an orgasm.</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2011-07-16T16:03:00</title>
    <published>2011-07-16T08:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-16T08:05:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel a spark of, something after listening to the Torchwood radio plays...! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like old Torchwood. The proper Torchwood. And they made me happy a little bit. Although I liked and disliked the last one all at the same time. It was so what we need, but I'm annoyed that it's been left to someone to do it in radio form, but I'm glad that it happened, even though it felt, slightly forced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after having wonderful Janto thoughts, I've been getting itchy fingers. So either tonight or tomorrow I shall be off to buy post its. And since I moved, I haven't got my post it book, it's back at home home, so I might try something different this time, new country, new house, new style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see! :)</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2011-05-20T01:56:00</title>
    <published>2011-05-20T00:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-20T00:56:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If anyone has spare cash and/or lives in London - you must go and see 'Much ado about nothing'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT and CT were both fantastic, and the rest of the cast were outstanding too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so much, I almost cried and was terrified at one point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frightened I wouldn't really understand it because generally I used to fall asleep in the second half of Shakespeare's plays when I was at school and we went on a trip to the theatre, but this was so easy to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they talk about 'horns' a lot. Yes. 'Horns'. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of a report another time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in other news! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moving to a whole other country, and am now unemployed, so whilst looking for work/working on a website with my other half/reading/swimming/being housewifey without the wife part perhaps I shall get my mojo back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already excited at the amount of kitsch stationary they have. Huzzah! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2011-04-22T01:15:00</title>
    <published>2011-04-22T00:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-22T00:15:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One of these days... one of these days, I will write again.</content>
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    <title>My second Christmas without you</title>
    <published>2010-12-11T00:09:07Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-11T00:13:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: My second Christmas without you. &lt;br /&gt;Author: __justaday&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: S03E04&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It doesn't get easier.&lt;br /&gt;Author's notes: Feeling very angsty and so I wrote post CoE fic. Still haven't really got over it. Damn you RTD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/P1070706-1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/P1070705-1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=__justaday&amp;amp;filter=all" rel="nofollow"&gt;The rest of my fics are here. &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>This boy was born to strut the stage</title>
    <published>2010-11-03T01:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-03T01:29:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this was my second time, but it was still fantastic and I loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JB even made a Doctor/Jack Fanvid to the song "The Doctor and I" and he changed the words with the guy who wrote to fit it in with the tale. So cute and adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie was also really good, and I love love loved her rendition of Cry my a river. SO good! And Mambo Italiano! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the make dancers... omg. Had to be careful I didn't drool on the person in front of me. They were fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have some pictures from tonight's show under a cut, they're about 5/6mb so not exactly dial up friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT - I have no idea why there are 2 cuts! But they both do exactly the same thing. Pff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070227.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070228.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070229.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB = Ohhhh Spidey what have you got down there?!?!? Spidey = *Whistles* *Rocks back and forth on heels*&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070235.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean it's bigger than mine?!&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070236.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this pic just screams &amp;quot;I'm a raging Queen and proud!!&amp;quot;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070238.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So serious... &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070242.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070243.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070245.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070246.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's car changing gear expression, brrrrroooooom, brrroooooom, brrrrrrrrrroooom! *Stears fake invisible wheel*&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070253.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN. I feel like a woman!&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070256.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070260.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1070262.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v249/jenny_crambo/John%20Barrowman%202010%20tour%2021%20Oct%2002%20Nov/P1070262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - if anyone else was there, and they know the guy who was dressed as Ten, can you please ask him where he got his suit?? I was too shy to ask him, although someone did book him for their Christmas Eve party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if anyone knows where to get one that isn't $500 please let me know! Need to get one for March for my skinny friend as we shall be dancing the streets of Germany as Rose and Ten. Much love, cookies and hugs shall be sent your way if you can point me in the right direction. I've had zero luck so far :( I know there's a guy that dresses as Ten at the Hub conventions too but I'm so rubbish and can never work up the courage to say hello. :\  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the up side I shall be drawing the side burns on my friend's face because he can't grow them - perhaps I'll use a permanent marker - muahahahaha. I'm so evil. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-11-02T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2010-11-02T16:23:57Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-02T16:23:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Eeee off to see John Barrowman in Edinburgh tonight! 2nd time in 3 weeks! bwahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited! :D</content>
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    <title>Tumblr</title>
    <published>2010-11-01T10:42:43Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-01T10:42:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a tumblr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't quite figured out how to use yet.. but I have a couple of days of so we shall see how it goes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.--justaday.tumblr.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;Visit my rather empty Tumblr!&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-10-06T23:42:00</title>
    <published>2010-10-06T22:42:45Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-06T22:42:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thinking of doing nanowrimo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.... thinking about the lack of success in everything else in my life right now not sure that would be very wise...!</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-08-31T22:35:00</title>
    <published>2010-08-31T21:35:53Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-31T21:35:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Skippy extra crunchy peanut butter and nutella in a bread roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snack of kings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.</content>
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    <title>Crappy aliens</title>
    <published>2010-08-27T22:34:39Z</published>
    <updated>2010-08-27T22:52:58Z</updated>
    <category term="jack/ianto"/>
    <category term="post-it series"/>
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    <content type="html">Title: Crappy aliens&lt;br /&gt;Author: __justaday&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: None&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Post-its between Jack and Ianto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! Bank holiday weekend is making me feel a little creative. Still not quite got over S3 *spit*. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... hope this makes up for it a little bit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find all the other Post its &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=__justaday&amp;amp;filter=all" rel="nofollow"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4932705925_94af25d669_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060960" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4933299134_f4f13b6f8b_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060961" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4932706077_6611c4f2b6_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060962" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4933299288_2cb3756847_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060963" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4933299384_1f236d0542_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060964" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4933299460_a445d5cf3d_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060965" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4933299532_8f5b220be7_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060966" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4074/4932706507_552af7884f_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060967" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4101/4932706605_36b4bcf062_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060969" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4077/4932706695_31d6ce0bd8_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060970" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/4933376248_f865323b4c_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060976" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4932706859_b6958290eb_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060974" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4933298942_999c61591d_o.jpg" width="448" height="336" alt="P1060975" /&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>Swimming lesson</title>
    <published>2010-06-03T21:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2010-06-03T21:56:43Z</updated>
    <category term="torchwood"/>
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    <content type="html">Title: Swimming lesson&lt;br /&gt;Author: __justaday&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: None&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Jack &amp; Ianto aren't mine :( &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Ianto and Jack take Ewan on his first swimming lesson. A one shot to follow on from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=__justaday&amp;amp;keyword=Santa%20Baby&amp;amp;filter=all" rel="nofollow"&gt; my ‘Santa Baby’ fic&lt;/a&gt;Santa Baby which you don’t necessarily have to have read for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Blow in his face.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I can’t. It doesn’t feel right.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok, look everyone’s doing it!” Jack looked at all the other couples in the pool, trying to get Ianto to cooperate with the instructions given to them by the woman currently walking through the water, going round to all the couples making sure they were all ok, and answering any questions in a kind, but sickly sweet tone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto huffed, and Jack could almost see the different and terrifying scenarios running through Ianto’s head. He took Ewan gently but firmly from Ianto’s grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watch me, ok?” Ianto silently nodded, a knot of fear and guilt growing heavy in his stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack got Ewan’s attention, and as soon as his big blue eyes made contact with his own, he blew into Ewan’s face. Jack ducked his little body under the water and quickly followed him under. Despite his eyes being unprotected by goggles which of course made his sight blurry, Jack could see the excitement all over Ewan’s face as he looked around underwater. He smiled as widely as he could and after a few moments, surfaced with Ewan in his arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto quickly took Ewan and his eyes scoured every millimetre of his chubby little face for any signs that he inhaled water, wasn’t breathing, might be having a baby heart attack, or that he might have damaged his brain and so many other conditions that his mind had imagined within the 10 seconds that Jack and Ewan had been under water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s fine Ianto, look at him!” Jack splashed the water beside Ewan causing him to giggle and splash with his own tiny hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, well you just don’t know what can happen. They might have put too much chlorine in and he could have been blind for the rest of his life for all you know. No don’t do that, don’t do the eyebrow...” Jack had his right eyebrow raised at Ianto. “No come on Jack I’m just worried.” Jack pushed his eyebrow even higher. “Fine, I’m being totally un-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unreasonable and you need relax more. Just keep repeating that to yourself and one day you might actually listen!” Jack smile lit up the entire swimming pool, and Ianto could feel the eyes of the slightly envious women in the pool staring at Jack when their husband’s weren’t looking. Their sight trailed all over Jack’s chest, shoulders, neck, and face, dripping with water, his usually perfectly gelled hair completely messed up by the water making it darker which in turn, made his blue eyes sparkle like diamonds. “It’s almost time to get out, come on, let’s go now before the next class comes in.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto watched Jack glide through the water to the steps, and duck his hair under the water to get it out of his face before hauling himself out of the water. Ianto’s stomach muscles were doing flips as Jack’s muscles flexed, and the water dripped gracefully off his body. He quickly reached up to Jack and thrust Ewan into Jack’s arms before getting out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” asked Jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we don’t get home soon, I’m pretty sure most of the women in this pool will ravage you and I don’t fancy having to deal with a lot of angry husbands. I will also get arrested for public indecency for jumping you if we don’t get home soon. Couldn’t you have worn baggy shorts?!” Ianto hissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And miss an opportunity to see you squirm like this? No way!” Jack grinned. “Come on, let’s jump in the shower and go.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto was turning to walk towards the shower but Jack’s hand that caught his waist stopped him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Want to show them I’m yours?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wha-” Before he could speak, Jack captured his mouth in a knee meltingly soft, delicate kiss. He heard the low gasps from the women in the pool behind them as Jack ended the kiss, but didn’t even look behind him as Jack swung his free arm round his shoulder, and walked the three of them to the showers.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-05-03T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2010-05-03T19:15:29Z</published>
    <updated>2010-05-03T19:15:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the latest Doctor Who episode.... : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time can be rewritten - then, surely, time can be rewritten so that the Doctor can be with Rose?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now entering fantasy land (again).</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__justaday:33292</id>
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    <title>A Babychino and 2 coffees</title>
    <published>2010-04-26T21:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-26T22:38:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: A Babychino and 2 coffees &lt;br /&gt;Author: __justaday&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: None&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Jack &amp; Ianto aren't mine :( &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Ianto and Jack take Ewan for a Babychino. A one shot to follow on from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=__justaday&amp;amp;keyword=Santa%20Baby&amp;amp;filter=all" rel="nofollow"&gt;my ‘Santa Baby’ fic&lt;/a&gt;Santa Baby which you don’t necessarily have to have read for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The usual?” The girl turned away before Jack had time to say yes. His eyes told her all she needed to know. “I’ll bring them over for you” she called over the sound of the steaming milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Thanks Katie.” Jack tapped his imaginary hat to her and found his way back to his and Ianto’s table at the window of the coffee shop. He took off his coat and scarf and hung them of the coat rack to the side of their table and plonked himself down on the leather couch beside Ianto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you have any plans for this afternoon?” Jack stretched his arms out on the couch, his right hand threading across the back of Ianto’s neck and he could feel the hairs rising up underneath his touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmnnnope. Felt like a lazy day today. D’ you fancy?” Ianto said, closing his eyes and leaning into Jack’s fingers. They were a little rough and warm, and he knew just how they could press into his skin and make him feel like he was going to melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sounds good. Couch, couple of movies...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pizza” Ianto jumped in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah, pizza. And pyjamas?” Jack said hopefully with his eyebrows raised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto sat up, “Jack, you can’t have lazy days without pyjamas! What do you take me for? Honestly. If you’re going to do something you have to do it properly.” Giving Jack mock tut he rolled his eyes and leaned back into his fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what about this one?” Jack removed his fingers from Ianto’s neck much to his annoyance. He leaned over Ianto and peeked into the pram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan was sitting quite happily in his bear suit that Jack had gotten him for Christmas. It had round fluffy ears and a furry belly, which Ewan was absolutely fascinated by. He would spend ages looking down at his suit, feeling the fur with outstretched fingers to smooth it, then scrunching it back again. Jack could watch him doing it all day long, and almost did at one point in the Christmas holidays he had shared with Ianto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on little man, you ready for your coffee?” Ianto grinned as he picked Ewan up out of his pram to get him ready for his babychino. His cheeks were beautifully chubby and red, and his top teeth were poking out of his gums. His eyes were brilliant blue in the winter sun and his hair was growing into wispy curls. He was adorable, even if Ianto did say so himself. “Do you want to take him?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah go on, I bet you a fiver I can get a number.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jack!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are not using Ewan to win you bets.” Ianto planted the baby bear in Jack’s arms firmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Ianto it’s..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve already had £20 quid off me. It’s no fun when I lose all the time.” He pouted. &lt;br /&gt;“But aren’t you glad you have a pretty boyfriend?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who said anything about a pretty boyfriend? It’s Ewan they’re after.” Ianto’s face was dead pan, but he couldn’t hold it any more than a few seconds. Jack looked like he had been hit with an imaginary glove and called a cad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack clutched his free hand to his chest, “How very dare you Mr Jones!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is he being dramatic again Ianto?” Katie took a seat across from them and raised her eyebrow to Jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh but he’s so cute when he thinks he’s making an impact on me. I like to play along.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie giggled as she set their drinks down. “How’s Ewan today? As gorgeous as ever I see hmm?” She said reaching over to tickle under his chin with her finger. He giggled and his front tooth that was poking through his gum became visible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh he seems to be picking up tips from Jack” Ianto noted. Ewan was almost batting his long eyelashes at Katie who was in turn falling hook line and sinker for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What can I say, he learns from the best.” Jack lifted Ewan up so he was standing on his legs and hugged him close to his chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t forget to come say goodbye before you leave Ewan.” He looked up at her with a chubby grin and gave her a shriek crossed with a baby laugh. “Bye Ewan!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jack settled Ewan down on his knee, Ianto poured Ewan babychino into his bottle so that Jack could feed him. As Ewan started sucking down his milk Ianto rested back on the armchair of the couch to just look at the pair of them. Jack was so good with Ewan, it hardly seemed fair when the two of them said goodbye to each other when Jack had to go home. It wrenched his heart when he seen the look in Jack’s eye as he said goodnight to them on a Sunday after they had watched Top Gear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you look sad. You’re not allowed to look sad on a lazy day” Jack playfully nudged Ianto’s knee with his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto smiled, resolving to think on a happier note. “Nope, especially when I can enjoy my coffee as it was intended, no interruptions.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack grinned. He adored Ianto when he was drinking coffee in a relaxed state. He could almost see the pleasure that the taste and rich aroma of the coffee gave to Ianto, and it was like an invitation for Jack just to jump him right then and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto could see Jack watching him, lusting after him. He slowly stuck his tongue out ever so slowly and gently over his teeth to lick his lips, the way that he knew drove Jack wild and was rewarded with a soft whimper that escaped from his ever so soft, pink, wet lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See Jack, you may be able to get numbers, but &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; could have you right here and now on this floor.” &lt;br /&gt;Jack gaped at Ianto, unable to respond because, of course, Ianto was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto gave Jack a cheeky wink before settling down to his coffee once more, delighted that he knew that he would get a detailed description of &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; what Jack would have done later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in forever, and this has just been sitting on my hard drive for a while waiting to be posted.Apologies if you find it just terrible! :)</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-04-26T22:02:00</title>
    <published>2010-04-26T21:02:12Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-26T21:02:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok... I'm supposed to be doing work (again) but had to make a comment on the Eclipse trailers because it's been bugging me since I saw them, and I only just figured it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... Bella's face really gets on my nerves. I thought it was just her lack of expression. But, it actually is. It looks like she's had botox or something, and then I thought maybe its the wig, and of coure it all adds up into one ball of wrongness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair is weird, so is the unmoving forehead, and also - the hair seems to match her eyebrows too perfectly. Also, her eyebrows are too straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have this gigantic dislike for her in the first two movies though. I can only hope that it's just the trailers. Stupid face. Pff.</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-04-08T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2010-04-07T23:06:18Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-07T23:06:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really like the new Doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still LOVE David Tennant's Doctor, 'specially in The Idiot's Lantern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel like that episode should should really come after The Satan Pit as Rose's and the Doctor's chemistry is so tingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody love them in that episode. *sigh*.</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-04-06T11:21:00</title>
    <published>2010-04-06T10:21:59Z</published>
    <updated>2010-04-06T10:21:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have so many fandoms that I'm finding hard to keep on top of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was awesome. I only had one and a half easter eggs too... except over ate on everything else. Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss not having a lap top. I'm on a borrowed one atm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed will do lots and lots of work over the next two weeks. And get money. And then have another rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And read fic. And maybe I'll finally get into the mood to WRITE something. My brain seems to be fried constantly nowadays. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not eating enough chocolate. Yeah.. that could be it...</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-03-28T19:45:00</title>
    <published>2010-03-28T18:45:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-28T18:45:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thought I'd write down my WORST shop ever in the history of all time while waiting for a fil to be extracted to my external hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off sensible, I have two pork fillets that were defrosting, so I got some Mediterranean roast veg, and corn on the cob. Good right? Then I though.. hmmm... I'll have some bacon and eggs because I only really just got up despite it being 2pm in the afternoon so I shall have this for lunch. So I went to get rolls to put the bacon and eggs in. On the way, I picked up come cereal containing nutella-esque chocolately goodness, 2 boxes because who knows when they'll stay at £2 a box. Then I picked up 2 Easter eggs for me and my housemate since I'm not going not be here over easter, then I seen hot cross buns, and I also picked up a Belgian chocolate dessert and a 600ml tub of double cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understad how my brain can work like this. I wandered up and down across the supermarket for ages jumping randomly section to section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the greatest time point in my life.... Although I'm not sorry... haha.</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-03-24T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2010-03-24T20:31:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Waiting to find out what I need to do to do some work. Hmm...what to do.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was borrowed/stolen/copied/worshiped and imitated from &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser     "  lj:user="d8rkmessngr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d8rkmessngr.livejournal.com/profile" &gt;&lt;img width="16" height="16"  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=104.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://d8rkmessngr.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;d8rkmessngr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who got it from &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser     "  lj:user="teachwriteslash"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachwriteslash.livejournal.com/profile" &gt;&lt;img width="16" height="16"  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=104.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachwriteslash.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;teachwriteslash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who got it from--well, you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently don't to much at all! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• YOUR BOY SIDE •&lt;br /&gt;[X] You love hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It’s hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[X ] Shopping is torture &lt;br /&gt;[X] Sad movies suck.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a car racing game.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You owned a DS, PS2, N64,or Sega.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have watched sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You go to your dad for advice. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to collect hockey cards.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Baggy sweats are cool to wear &lt;br /&gt;[X] It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Green, black, red, blue, or silver is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• YOUR GIRL SIDE •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You go to your mom to talk.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the color black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like going to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like wearing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cried watching The Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t like the movie Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were in gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[X] It takes you around one hour to shower and get dressed&lt;br /&gt;[X] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br /&gt;[X ] You like wearing high heel shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[X] You used to play with dolls as little kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like putting make-up on others.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like being the star of everything.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Appearance •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have many scars.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I tan BURN easily.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had/have braces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more than two piercings.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have / had piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Embarrassment •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.&lt;br /&gt;[] I’ve glued my hand to something.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve laughed ’til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Health •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve had chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• TraveLling •&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve driven / ridden over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been to Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gone to Sudbury.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve been to the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve been to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Experiences •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten lost in my city.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve wished on a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve gone skinny-dipping.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been skiing/snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve been in a musical.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve played a prank on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve ridden in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Relationships •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’m in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m engaged.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I miss someone right now.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don’t believe in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Honesty / Crime •&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve snuck out.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve cheated while playing a game.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve ran a red light.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Death and Suicide •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’ve seen someone / something dying.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone close to me has attempted / committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve planned my own suicide before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve written a eulogy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Materialism •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CD’s.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime / manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun- Sunglasses only&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collected comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I own something I got on E-Bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Random •&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.   – I stole a little milk jug once... does that count?&lt;br /&gt;[X] I open up to others easily&lt;br /&gt;[X] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Don’t kill bugs/don’t like to&lt;br /&gt;[X] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I twirl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I care about grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love spam.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[X] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I laugh at my own jokes&lt;br /&gt;[X] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I like white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I’m good at remembering faces.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I’m good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;[X] I honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;[X] All my answers were 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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-03-12T21:58:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch the Eclipse trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm an Edward/Bella fan, Jacob is just so awesome that there's a real conflict in me now! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot WAIT! Esp for the tent scene. Ohhh what I wouldn't give....</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-02-27T20:22:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-27T20:22:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I had THE best dream about Hugh Jackman last night. OH YES. He was heart stoppingly beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirk*</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-02-26T17:56:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Um. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very quick ending for a dramatic storyline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very confused by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - I loved Breaking Dawn. But... gnuh... will there be more? It felt too, sharply rounded up. Eff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: WHAT AM I GOING TO OBSESS OVER NOW I'VE FINISHED???</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-02-23T20:55:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-23T20:55:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Also - what the hell is with the snow? Why won't it go away? I'm tired of it now. :\</content>
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    <content type="html">Just started Breaking Dawn or whatever it called and OMG FFS AHHHHHHHHHH I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>__justaday @ 2010-02-18T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-18T21:19:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob or Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob or Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob or Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnnarrrggghhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... can I have both??</content>
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