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  <title>this is the end of you and i</title>
  <subtitle>this death with be silent, i promised without spoken a word</subtitle>
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    <name>Miss Hardcore-Fashion-Show</name>
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  <updated>2004-11-05T01:33:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:21264</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-11-04T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-05T01:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-05T01:33:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">NEW LIVEJOURNAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;_____radareyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, add me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:21001</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-11-02T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T04:46:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T04:46:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Do you work at Subway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl:&lt;/b&gt; No why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Because everytime I see you I get a foot long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHA.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:20921</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-10-20T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-21T04:32:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-21T04:32:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need a new LJ layout, ugh.. I'm so fucking wierd right now. I fell way wierd, like something bad is going to happen, but I don't know what. I hate that feeling. Shoot me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:20264</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-10-11T18:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-12T01:52:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-12T01:52:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">() go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;() give me your number?&lt;br /&gt;() have sex with me?&lt;br /&gt;() let me kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;() watch a movie with me...even a really sappy one?&lt;br /&gt;() let me take you out to dinner?&lt;br /&gt;() drive me somewhere/anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;() take a shower with me?&lt;br /&gt;() be my bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;() have a fling with me?&lt;br /&gt;() listen to me if I called you crying even if you were out with all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;() buy me a drink if i didnt have money?&lt;br /&gt;() take me home for the night?&lt;br /&gt;() would you let me sleep in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;() sing car kareoke w/ me?&lt;br /&gt;() sit in the doctors office with me because I didn't want to go alone?&lt;br /&gt;() re-post this for me to answer your questions?&lt;br /&gt;() let me give you a piggyback ride?&lt;br /&gt;() come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:20204</id>
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    <title>i wish i didn't hate myself.com</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T04:06:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T04:06:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck, tonight makes me want to kill myself</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:19744</id>
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    <title>Love love love love &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-10-04T04:56:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-04T04:56:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am Mrs. Fehir, forever.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;                          I love Timmie.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:19683</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-10-02T23:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-03T06:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-03T06:20:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dream that I smiled at everyone ( stranger ) I passed by, in a busy city that reminded me of New York City.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:19400</id>
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    <title>:O</title>
    <published>2004-10-01T00:29:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-01T00:29:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074688516" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;My lj wedding by chynafox&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="armored_username" value="__Leglamourcunt" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="age" value="14" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="city" value="Oxnard" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;you will marry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;xotimmiexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;flower girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;_suckapunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;best man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;__fakefuneral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;bridesmaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;__killlwhitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;you will have your last fling with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;xvividxdreamsx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;registrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;soujiro_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;secretly wants to marry you themself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;im2hot4u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;date of the wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;November 27, 2032&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;number of times you do it on your wedding night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="un" value="chynafox"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074688516"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the boy I want to marry too. &amp;lt;33</content>
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    <title>HAR HAR HAR</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T02:01:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T02:01:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The idiocy of today's youth never ceases to amaze me. Fuck-you.</content>
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    <title>I went to another show.</title>
    <published>2004-09-25T07:21:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-25T07:21:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wear a studded belt - that makes me hardcore, I need a white one so I can be scene too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:18620</id>
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    <title>Show at the loft, it .. Was.. Mega.</title>
    <published>2004-09-10T04:34:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-10T04:34:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My &lt;b&gt;two-stepping&lt;/b&gt; brings all the boys to the yard, damn right I can two-step better than you other girls can.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:18317</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-09-04T10:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T17:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-05T02:05:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Autumn has came, but where are you? We were suppose to have that tea party in the golden leaves, instead of raking. I sit alone, with my scarf wrapped around me, my pale hands are cold, can't you warm them up? Pools of water in my eyes, a solitary tear manages to fall, onto the leaf like the first drop of rain during Winter time. I don't have the heart to be vindictive when it comes to you, all I can do is sit and wait for you, to come. I stare into the morning sun, the sky is blue, the clouds lazily pass by, I remember the time I use to count them with you. I miss you so much, you're suppose to be next to me, I want to roll over in this cool grass and stare into your eyes. They're blue like the sky, I get lost in them everytime, and as I pretend that you are here, I smile and cry, for you, because I'm so happy. But then comes reality and you're not here these fallen leaves only rustle by. I lay and think, cherishing you, you are my prize and only when you never show up I can be optimistic. I yearn for you, I adulate you.. Then the wind whispered, "I love you." I had to turn and look, to see you standing above with your hands in your pocket and you just smiled. I couldn't speak it took me a while, I was breathless, I swear my heart stopped I don't care how foolished I looked, because you were there. I stumbled up and I hugged you, for so long. Now we're together, and nothing can take us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Edit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to list those lyrics of the songs we know, back and fourth just to know you're there with me. You leave me a smile that sends messages of love to my heart. I want to stare into your eyes and hold hands dancing in the moonlight. I want to run away into the darkness feeling you, and the only sounds are of us .. breath..ing.. It should never stop, it won't ever stop when I'm with you. Tonight it will be different, all the other days won't ever be like this, because I'm with you. Every second is cherished, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. You're so powerful to keep me by your side all night long, you'd sing me a lullaby and snuggle down with me, it's a sweet slumber with you. Now why don't you observe, and realize that the perfect days of my life are with and because of &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;.</content>
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    <title>ESJFOIJDSF</title>
    <published>2004-09-04T17:17:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-04T17:17:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PINK ROBOTS!! ELITE NINJAS!! RAWR DINOSAURS!! PIRATES OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too bad I can't be that scene, fuck G'.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>RWOOOWOER</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T04:39:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T04:39:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I’ll reply and tell you. This is all honesty baybeee.</content>
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    <title>I love you.</title>
    <published>2004-09-02T04:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-02T04:33:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck highschool.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I the only spastic girl that's all into the hardcore-scene in Oxnard.. Who socializes. All the other fucking girls sit there and look pretty, with expressionless faces, or a sullen look that makes me want to spit on them. They need to smile, brighten up, talk. Stop acting like you're hott shit, and then randomly hug people who you think are your friends when you hated them last year. &lt;b&gt;OPEN UP, I WANT SOME NEW FRIENDS. HOW HARD IS THAT TO ASK, FUCK.&lt;/b&gt; I tried so hard to tell this girl how turbo her MOD jacket was, I'm so confused what to wear tomorrow. I fucking hate freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>Heh.</title>
    <published>2004-08-28T03:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-28T03:24:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not last journal entry but the one before that, I typed exactly this: &lt;b&gt;"Do you think what if the person you most cherished currently in your life died tomorrow?"&lt;/b&gt; Well, funny how God works -- today my cousin and aunt got in a car addicent that sent them off a 300 ft. cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Clarissa.</content>
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    <title>Go NOW</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T19:41:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T19:41:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Join these, especially &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='_vanityxcore' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_vanityxcore/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_vanityxcore/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_vanityxcore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='oh_so__vain' style='white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;'&gt;oh_so__vain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='_vanityxcore' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_vanityxcore/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_vanityxcore/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_vanityxcore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:16708</id>
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    <title>wow.. What the fuck.</title>
    <published>2004-08-27T09:17:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-27T09:17:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I envy the pretty girls, and lovely boys who write such eloquent, and meaningful lyrics in their live-journal enteries that laconically and tersely say how heartbroken they are. I wish I could write a long meaningful entry with sophisticated words, telling about how a boy brings great exaltation in my life, or a girl who I loathe for causing such heart ache. I wish I was cool enough to still follow the crowd and write "X" on my left or right hand but not know the meaning. I wish I was old enough, so my baby fat will melt away. I wish sometimes the sun would just disappear, I like it better when it rains. I dislike listening to the same song hours upon hours that keep me in the same, sullen mood I use to be daily, about a year ago. A year ago, how I acted, how my life went I call the era, "The great depression". It was -my- great depression. I wish I could go in the past, or live one day of my life like they do in the movies, I want to go on adventures, actually do things to my full potential. Hold hands with the love of my life, and just run away and never return to this place that we use to call, "home". I really don't know why I'm typing this, maybe it's just thoughts that I've had for a long time that I never really said. Why am I so spastic, why can't I be like those intelligent, gorgeous girls with those thick-rimmed 50's styled glasses who have perfect posture, corss their legs, and can maintain classyness everyday? Why do I scan MySpace people and think they're hott, and wish I could be like them when half of them are a bunch of dick wads? How come those who live the  lifestyle of the rich and famous are so miserable? How do poor people become poor? Why do we take the things we do for granted, but when asked to spend a day with someone special -- who normally in other peoples aspect, would be an ordinary person, seem so precious? Music is so incredible, it changes your mood, can make you smile, or cry.. I refuse to fill this entry with any lyrics. How come everyone hates Canada? How come everyone claims French are snobs? How come French people dislike Americans? How come we're such pigs? How come bandanas, scarfs, ninja's, robots, pirates, dinasaurs, and those SARS masks things are overrated? How come lately "nigger" or "negro" has become overrused? What is Gothic anyways? Have anything like this ever crossed your mind? Do you think what if the person you most cherished currently in your life died tomorrow? What happens if you were standing outside and an earthquake occured, what would you do? How come love is so wonderful -- but it also hurts to much, but there's just enough to keep you  hooked, to keep you hanging on? How come so many people can't stand being alone, even if they  had so much attention in their lives. How come there are arguments over stupid things, and drama. I wish you were here right now, I would never let you go, and I sit here and cry, and keep my head low I doubt I could look you in the eyes if you were here. I'd be so glad, to spend one night with you, holding me, touching you, my shaven legs rubbing against your hairy legs. It'd be wonderful, how come you make everything so wonderful, even though you're not here. Life hates me so much, it loves me. I'm tired of staring at these models for MAC and thinking how gorgeous they are, I'm tired of staring at Britney Spears and having all the guys go, "I'd tap that.. Mmmhmm". I want someone to be serious with me for once. I want to stop being someones best friend, but someone be mine. I'm tired of giving and not receiving, I'm sick of back stabbers, and fourteen year old sluts that give teenagers a bad reputation. I'm broken from what the world is coming to today. If anyone reads all of this, god bless you.. Because it's a bunch of jumbled shit that is unorginized just like I am. Unorginized, and constantly put down. I'm tired of girls becoming cool for dancing at shows, and becoming manlier. I think it's gross when your friends act differently around you when there's a cute boy around. I'm tired of people judging books by their covers, I'm tired of hypocrites like myself. I'm sick of bitching and moaning like I am right now. I hate PMS. I love Timmie. Lust is horrible. Adultry and lying are the most sins ever done. Girls need to stop flashing, what have they accomplished by doing that? It makes them slutty, and guys get easier access when you give in. Someone fucking step up. How come cool kids can say dumb stuff but get away with it with "ha-ha"'s? How come bisexual girls are hott, and boys making out is the new "in"? I have this terrible problem with trying to sing, and dancing in my room hoping to God my neighbor doesn't see me, but I'm sure he does. I also have a problem with putting others in front of me. I want to respect my mom more, I want to just randomly clean the house for her. But that will probably never happen because I'm too lazy. I want to be able to have an orgasmic voice like that lady from Azure Ray, and I find playing the violin hott. I'm done being a faggot, shoot me.</content>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-08-24T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-24T07:06:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-24T07:06:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">can_you_b_ill: So, where do you come from, Clarissa?&lt;br /&gt;xangelashx: My mothers vagina.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:16000</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-08-22T17:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-23T00:38:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-23T00:38:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate my dad, he's a fucking &lt;b&gt;abusive&lt;/b&gt; fuck. fucking, dick.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:14855</id>
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    <title>We moved on..</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T22:48:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T22:48:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Love Is Red is fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not amazing as Timothy Todd Fehir, fucking amazing boy, and what a quink-a-dink, the boy I so happen to love.</content>
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    <title>PICTURES &amp;gt;:O</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T19:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-13T19:10:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000098.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000058.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000079.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000077.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000091.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/xangelashx/IM000022.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>you're not hardcore. you're gay.</title>
    <published>2004-08-11T16:56:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i think it's fucking stupid when boys take pictures of them bleeding by their nose like they got punched or "fucked up" in the pit to look XtuffX when most likely their nose just so happenhed to bleed and they let it run so much without wiping it, then they take a picture of it. When really they never left their house to a show.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__leglamourcunt:13828</id>
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    <title>__leglamourcunt @ 2004-08-10T08:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T15:33:13Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Shli is mad at me, and I feel like a total idiot.. and I wrote her a note telling her how sorry I was. :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm dumb.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire summer 7:50 AM was the earliest I ever woke up, but it wasn't me "naturally" waking up. My sleep was rudely disrupted when my dad came in the room, to me sprawled out in a t-shirt and underwear on his bed sleeping. Possibly snoring, but I doubt it. I didn't like looking out at the gorgeous sunny day when I woke up, the light burned my eyes and my pupils reduced in size instantly. It reminded me that school was coming, the fresh crisp green grass with the morning dew freshening each blade, and the trees covered most of the areas only leaving a patch of light. It was just a bit disturbing, and I got a hint of school time approaching, and my heart sunk to my stomach. &lt;b&gt;I'm scared&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a new empire, I will be englufed and I don't want to be spat out. Rejection is hard to swallow, so Dear God, let high-school enjoy my existance.</content>
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    <title>FILL IT OUT!</title>
    <published>2004-08-08T09:54:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-08T09:54:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1)Am I one of your good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Describe me in three words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Can I have your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Do I annoy you sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)If you could be anywhere with me, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What is one memory that we have shared that you will never forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Am I easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Name one bad quality of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Name one good quality of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Would you get in a fight to defend me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)How sweet am I to you on a scale from 1-10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Have I ever made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)How often do you think about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Would you trust me with a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Would you trust me with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Am I funny or serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Have you ever been attracted to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Am I bright or shady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Do you enjoy my company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Would you be able to hang out with just me and still have a good time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Would you ever date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Do you like me like “that”? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)What would you say if I asked you out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)How far would you go with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Have you ever dreamed about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Dancer or singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Am I fun to be with at a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What movie, song, and show makes you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)How far would you drive to see me? Walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Would you introduce me to any of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Who do you think is my perfect mach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)Do you think I will get married? To whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)When you hear my name, what do you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)Questions? Comments?</content>
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