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  <title>what.good.is.one.glove...without the other</title>
  <subtitle>We Just Are</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-10-10T03:06:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:75861</id>
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    <title>uhm bow wow, uhm ba uhm bow wow</title>
    <published>2008-10-10T03:06:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T03:06:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was pretty good. Carrie and I didn't have speech so we hung out with Stevie J before class. That kid has the best stories. Oh my. He was in my dream the other night. And i had to make him a taco with 2 pieces of bread in no meat. THAT'S&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;FUCKED&amp;nbsp;UP&amp;nbsp;DREAM! There was more to it, but ya'll don't want none-o-dis.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then I went to my Educational Psych. class in the cafeteria so we could observe people's behaviors. There was deffenitly a group of Afro-Americans gambling at the table behind mine. Then a girl sitting at the same table as me started getting into a fight with one of the gambling dudes. All I heard is &amp;quot; Motha fucka you so damn ugly, get some new clothes, Ima fuck you up bitch!&amp;quot; Oh man. It was probably the highlight of that class. That, and seeing GREG&amp;nbsp;MUNDAAAAAY! AHaha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now my Dutt-a-licious is going to be leaving me for five days or some shit. Shitty titties. Im missin you already Main Damie. I dont want to go to class and had suicide thoughts on my own. Then it just looks weird when im pushing the &amp;quot;wrap it up&amp;quot; button and muttering &amp;quot; i BARELY EVER heard of jay leno!&amp;quot; and &amp;quot; Lemme , lemme ask ya somethin'&amp;quot; Lame sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went and got my free facial today. It was fun. The lady was totally out there. with her &amp;quot; I weynt tuh see the pyassion yof the Chriyst and bawled miyyy eyes yout&amp;quot; with her minnisota accent. But my face feels baby ass smooth now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I should be doing homework now, but i just do not really feel like it. For serious. here comes the unmotivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:75587</id>
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    <title>gump sat alone on a bench in the park.</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T18:39:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T18:43:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was aight. I am very sleepy.&amp;nbsp; I just made a&amp;nbsp; chedderella grilled cheese with steak-um and sauteed tomatoes and red peppers. De-lish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I dont have speech, so that will be nice. I took my car in for inspection and something was squealing, and apparently it was my breaks. So Im really glad I took it in when I did. That rack'em racked me up for about 222.90$ Not too bad, but still. Im so sick of bringing my car in aw godayumned day! It gets old real fast. But Atleast I can drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think Carrie and I are chillin with stevie mutha fuckin J. Hopefully there will be no exploding fluids this time 0__o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; oo-wee! Then Carrie my mom and I all have this free facial thing to go to. That should be fun. I hope. Biutches are pry gonna try to sell me shit. But i'll just be like &amp;quot; Im a student, i have a shitty car, i pay my own bills, i make minimum wage.....you wanna try to sell me something now?&amp;quot; true story morning mutha fuckin glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my little whitey Tom. I &amp;lt;3 that kid. He has always been so nice to me. AND hes helarious. I wonder if it wasnt for my b/fs and his trisha situation, if we would have ever hooked up? I dont think so, but you never can tell with bees. Man he is indeed awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Hey arnold doodles have got to be the funniest thing since man-thongs. Oh Law'd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this one too...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnuHJZMdako</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:75492</id>
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    <title>sing me to sleep</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T10:48:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T10:48:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so tired. Mah... All I want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is bitches, big booty bitches. ha-HAH! but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tea isnt doing anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I gots to go wake my moms up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:75215</id>
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    <title>fuck you Kitty your gonna spend the night....</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T01:53:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T01:53:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OUTSIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. I will never be able to get that song out of my head. Carrie and I had a sleep over last night. On a school night! How rebelious! It was good-times-McGee. Late night judy dancin', and brownies, and other various things. Oh hai currie, if you have any decent pictures from last night, send that shit to me. Or any of the pictures ; ) ha-HAH! ANd we totally woke my Dad up a bunch of times too. Oh muthafuckin wellzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today I had my Speech Mid-Term. I think I did well, but who knows. Everytime I think I do well, I fail, and visa-versa. Frealio, whats the dealio? Then we got into groups to discuss a controversial topic. Too bad I didnt get stevie in our group in time. We talked after the test. NOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have English homework I should be doing but....NEAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting into that slump of not really wanting to deal with school. I just hope all the good grades I got so far keep me a-float. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh. I am le tierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/_dancefloorsex_/pic/00003baq/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" border="0" width="150" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/_dancefloorsex_/pic/00003baq" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GUHH why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:74788</id>
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    <title>like throwing a hotdog down a hallway.</title>
    <published>2008-10-06T20:08:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-06T20:08:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im eating a cheesy dog right now. Mmmm warm meeaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was aight. I couldnt get out of bed to take a shower, so I grunged&amp;nbsp; it up and hit the snooze. Carrie and I laughed at stupid people who think its classy to say thinks with an accent they dont have. HA! Then I went home to curl my hurr. Its very boingy boingy. I probably could have went and hung out with Martin, but I didnt really feel like it. Dude has beek irkin me lately. I think&amp;nbsp; Its mainly the hormones, but the dude needs to learn to re-fuckin-lax. Im not dealin with it. I give up.&amp;nbsp; I swear if he trys to cop a tude Ima loose it, and walk the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im just stressin. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUTTT my dutt slammer is sleepin over tomorrow so we can go to school via the mom-mobile. Goot times indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I gots to go unload the dishwasher before i go to work. LAME!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:74530</id>
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    <title>presidents of the united staes</title>
    <published>2008-10-06T01:28:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-06T01:28:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ARE&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i never heard music so funkylicious. freal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris wanted me to jam tonight, but i didnt feel like it. Meh. Homework n shit. I just dont feel like going out at night really. I feel like a 60 year old. Whateves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fun. I got this bubble maker. And HOLY&amp;nbsp;SHIT i made the biggest bubbles I'd ever SEEN!!! like 6ft bubbles and shit. redic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not, Im going to pretend to do homework and paint my toenails.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:74483</id>
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    <title>When we first met, yo, that deal was faded...</title>
    <published>2008-10-05T13:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T13:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">work today. Bleeehhhh!&amp;nbsp;I feel gross. I hope this isnt me getting sick like everyone else. Personally I think its because I ate three pieces of chocolate cake, fresh out-the-oven style. AND my problem is here. WHOS your problem? WHERES your problem.... haha oh man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie is being very needy and begs for food alot more in the absence of Blackie &amp;lt;3 guh. She has a strange obsession with licking toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I planned to come home, but I was getting so tierd after that cake, and martin says to me &amp;quot; SO what time should I set the alarm for?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; So I ended up sleeping over. It was nice. There was a ruble duble, but it only lasted about 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; After that it was all good, bay be BAY&amp;nbsp;BEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a ballin day with currie and the Crew going to Artifax. I CANNOT believe i didnt get pulled over by that cop. Like seriously WTF?!?!??!?! I shoulda been down and out in a matter of second, but dude didnt even do anything. Christ maybe I really am lucky withnot getting caught. If my High school career is anything to judge by that ^__^ oh man. I guess you could say IM a professional. AHhaha but yeah good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im ago&amp;nbsp; drop a duece before work, and hope that makes me feel better</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:74210</id>
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    <title>Its dat WOOT WOOT! nigga!</title>
    <published>2008-10-03T10:51:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-03T10:51:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Friday! Holla! I never thought it would get here. Actually thats a god damned lie. This semester is going pretty fast. We've got midterms next week and other fun shit. blarg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work on Halloween this year, but I got a super sweet costume, and maybe after work i was thinking about getting crunk with some of my homies. Not sure yet. Maybe a little DRAAAAAANK, and some horror movies, or a straight up 2 person halloween dance party. You know who&amp;nbsp;Im talking about! You down dutt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i work Halloween, I got the fuck off&amp;nbsp; for the 20th!!!!! shit yeah mutha lickas. So now Carrie and I are going to the NOFX concert!!!!!!!!!!! I am so unbelievabley excited. Now I just gotta figure out the train schedual so we dont have to leave early for no reason like we did with LOC. LAME! I'd stay up all night roaming the streets with my dutt if I have to. Maybe we should Bum it. &amp;quot;Spare some Change Brah?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking moody, Its killing me. I get irritated over nothing. Im all mixed up, dont know what to do...hhaha now is not the time to break out into song.&amp;nbsp; But seriously. I feel so bad for Martin during these times. I cop such a 'tutde and when he says somthing i immidiatly assume hes being a dick and I freak the fuck out. Then he's all &amp;quot; Woah woah! I didnt mean it like that!&amp;quot; Not to mention, I always contemplate ending the relationship. I dont know why. Sometimes I feel too relaxed, bored almost. After 4 years, I miss the thrill of the hunt and seduction, just being in the game, and winning. But after this week passes I know Ill feel like &amp;quot; Wow I am so glad I didnt break up withhim b/c hes so awesome.... yadda yadda yadda&amp;quot; I hate this. Sometimes I worry I might do something to sabatoge this shit. It would be way easier if he wasnt so nice, and caring and not a typical dude.&amp;nbsp; I think Im just making excuses here for my guilty concience. blarg!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe we just need to spice things up a little bit. I know I got a blind fold somewhere ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much cleo, only cleo, cleo cleo cleo cleo cleooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love clone high! Why did they cancel that show? Why did they cancel Scratch and Burn too? And 3 south? these were probably the BEST shows on MTV, along with Dariah. Mutha fuckers standing on her neck n shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do some work.</content>
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    <title>meh.</title>
    <published>2008-10-03T00:18:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-03T00:18:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont Feel right. Im really hoping its just this fluctuating hormones. please just be the hormones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel confused and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and horny....still.</content>
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    <title>feelin groovy, lookin fine!</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T03:17:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T03:17:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I totally feel like dancing right now!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pretty ballin' misfits shirt today. Im stoked. Ill probably wear it tomorrow just for Jwein, all up in her poon-teeng.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got a sweet alice in wonderland costume at Wally world today. Fuckin TOIGHT! but really it is pretty tight. My 'rents picked up the small size. BASTARDS! still pretyy sweet ass sweet diabetic. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/pony/300879-main.jpg" alt="" /&gt; Yeah dats the one. But i need to get tights. I have prple/black, fishnets, grey/black, and regular tights. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Work was fun ish. I got to do all my favorite jobs. Magazines, special order slips,&amp;nbsp; new releases AND it was book club night with totally tattooed Andy the B-52's look alike. I could see his chest piece through his shirt...0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name I PRAY!&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/_dancefloorsex_/pic/00002dg2/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" border="0" width="150" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/_dancefloorsex_/pic/00002dg2" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAhahhahA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go now...&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Im Fuckin HORNEY!!</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T18:32:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T18:32:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I cant even lie. Im dying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christ. If your male, and attractive, please dont walk by. I cant take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckin books arent helping either.&amp;nbsp; damn.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:73056</id>
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    <title>Its way to late to be this locked inside ourselves.</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T10:51:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T10:51:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Meh.........shark week has begun. I'm extra tired with a side order of cramps.&amp;nbsp; Even my cup-o-tea isnt doing me any good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least its wednsday. Only 2 more days 'till the weekend Then I can relax and sleep over my lovah's. I dont feel like taking notes or some shit today. LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeeze louise. I need to get some action from the back section.and something about practicing perfection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. I do.</content>
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    <title>A friend in need, is a friend indeed.</title>
    <published>2008-10-01T01:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-01T01:07:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was a good day. Carrie and I chilled with stevie. That was fun. Until carrie got covered in sparkling water. Ah, it happens to the best of us.HAhaha. Then we pulled a traditional &amp;quot;Heather and Carrie&amp;quot; and didnt go to class. Got some McD's though. And now my stomach is very angry with me. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to martins, and had a fun time. Ate some more. Oh lordy i feel so sick right now. It was so worth it. Then I fell asleep around 7 pm. I dont know why Im so tierd...oh wait, yeah I do ; ] heh-HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove home and booted up my javey ( oh so old school) and delt with some pressing matters at hand, and now here I am. ready to rock you like a mutha fuckin hurricane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. I guess Im going to go read another paranormal romance novel. &amp;lt;3 At least I'll always have books....in two ways ^__^</content>
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    <title>i smack you backslap you, come in your house and attack you!</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T13:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T13:17:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I think today is going to be a good day. Im not going to let stupid shit get to me, and I'm going to do what i do best and succeed simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin with Stevie and Curry today. SHould be good. I hope its not super awkward... like &amp;quot; uhh..... yeah... so how bout those milfs......&amp;quot; haha oh well. It will still be ballin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Im going to force martin to come over so he can register to vote. AND make banging sandwiches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEAH!</content>
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    <title>Oh Lord!</title>
    <published>2008-09-29T20:27:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-29T20:27:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/_dancefloorsex_/pic/00001kz4/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/_dancefloorsex_/pic/00001kz4/s320x240" style="width: 351px; height: 500px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:71783</id>
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    <title>everybody wants to get some, Sensimilia!</title>
    <published>2008-09-29T20:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-29T20:17:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was pretty ballin so far. No W.Civ. today so i chilled with currie, kira and my white boy. Kid cracks me up.&amp;nbsp; Then went to the bank and got a shit load of Otis Spunkmeyer cookies from the hot bank dude. ( where carrie should TOTALLY GET&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;JORB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wink wink nudge nudge) Then went to go get some new glasses which basically look like the ones I have now, but a little lighter shade of brown, Meh.&amp;nbsp; I went food shopping with my mom and got this AMAZING blazzin buffalo chicken lunch meat. I just made the best fucking sandwich. full of delisiously spicey MEAT!!!!!!!!!!!! mmm&amp;nbsp; meat ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am watching Biali, waiting for my mom to come home, then I will be going to work. Mondays suck. Its liek a workout and a half just running the fuck everywhere with big ol best seller hardbacks. DAYUMN! Then I'll go to martini's and chill out before i come home. Ahhh, life can be so good when your parents get off your back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo yeah, thats about it. I dont kow why im still trying though. At least I can look back years from now and say &amp;quot; hey i did all i can do. The tango is a two person dance, or the street goes two ways and im only going one, or its give and take...&amp;quot; or some shit like that.... I dont know where Im going with this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:71661</id>
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    <title>pagin me at 5:46 in the mo'ning</title>
    <published>2008-09-29T10:44:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-29T10:44:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its so early! And dark! I hate waking up and its still dark out. It feels unnatural. All I want to do is crawl back into bed and cuddle with my Nellie and Totoro blanket. mmmm fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Least I got my cuppa this morning. Today is gonna be a shitty boring day. I can just feel it. I hope Im wrong. Thats not a very good mentality to start the day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehhh. I want money. Real bad. But for frivoles stuff that I dont really need. And at the same time, I need so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://kozyndan.com/assets/shirts11_05/be_design.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chiica.com/strange/totoroshirt1a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.ebayimg.com/04/i/001/0b/5d/293a_1.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://teenmeng.truepath.com/Schedule2009/totoroA.jpg" style="width: 626px; height: 1856px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kozyndan.com/assets/March_illus/GR_28_cover.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need each and everyone of these things stat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:71346</id>
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    <title>fortheterrified (10:48:45 PM): Mr rinda gotta huge azz dick!</title>
    <published>2008-09-29T03:00:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-29T03:00:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hahaha. Freal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ever want to just kill someone with your bare hands? Thats a total martin like bee tee dub. But seriously like you want to scrape a layer off? What the hell stops us? Guilt? Fear of consequence? Moral? I dont fucking know. I wish we didnt have it sometimes. People would think twice about stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats some mfbs. total blue shell 3/4s of the way on the third lap. nah mean?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:71105</id>
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    <title>a cuppa cuppa, a cuppa cuppa</title>
    <published>2008-09-28T13:14:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-28T14:04:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im really trying to be a good person. I dont know why though.&amp;nbsp; I just hope it doesn't end up fucking me in the ass again. It would be my own fault. Oh well. I feel like I gotta try at least, otherwise I have nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up with Martin. Hes so cute when he first wakes up. He looks all innocent until he starts touching me &amp;quot;In his sleep&amp;quot; Yeah real fucking innocent. We just lazed around together all god-damned day. We watched some &lt;em&gt;Curb Your Enthusiasm&lt;/em&gt; and I made dinner. I even finished a new book. ^__^ I love my nasty novels. When I go back and read other stuff, it just doesn't have the same punch! Martin and I were wrestling and he had me pinned and was taunting me,so I licked his nostrel. That got him up real quick. : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have to work at the Book Store from 11-5 with my Miss Mary Mack. She's my fav. #1 stunna. It will either be super busy 'cause of the rain or suuuuuper sloooooow. lame. Oh well. I really should ask for a raise but Im nervouse. Especially because Im usually a few minutes late, like 1 -5minutes. Damn traffic. Hmm idk. I feel like I should get a different job, but i hate dealing with stupid people. Maybe I'll just get a part time jorb at the new cvs since its so close. meh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is kickin my ass a little bit. I know i fucked up that W. Civ. test. The multiple choice questions he put were obviously there to trick you. Like wtf? I thought all that shit was left at high school. Oh well, I guess Ill just have to attend EVERY class. totally not judying my mooch. But I did get a B+ on my English paper.&amp;nbsp; WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I leave you with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/1-wassupcamera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gansta gangsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/Img017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats mutha fucking old school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/jackie_heathersexgoddess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/Picture39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/bitch.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Barry twins&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="width: 492px; height: 327px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/heather_stary_eyed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v206/thechester/roar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha so good!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>slumber will come soon</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T21:18:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T21:18:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Blackie died yesterday. The vet thinks that she had a tumor on her spleen and that there was nothing we could do about it. My parents took her to the vet and had her put to sleep.=( I came home just to see if she was still here so i could say good bye but she had already went. Im kinda glad, this way I'll remember her as she was, not how she was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;After that, I went to Martins and he was very comforting while I cried. And then he cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. What a gloomy day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:70613</id>
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    <title>i wish i could turn back the pages like biggie. 93 style.</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T03:46:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T03:46:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i think my dog is going to die soon. =( total bummer. Shes pretty old though. I guess its about time. Its just fuckin shitty. We've had her since I was 7ish. Its going to be strange when shes gone. Nellie is going to be so lonely. I almost feel worse for Nellie bellie because i swear she knows whats happening and that was her buddy. oh man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a fool. Shit is so stupid. I hate monday/wedsday/fridays. Fucking lame classes with the most annoying socialy awkward people you could ever hope not to meet. I guess Carrie and I fit right in. People peobably think&amp;nbsp;Im so weird because i am fucking insane when carrie's in my class. Then I have a different class with them and i dont say anything, i just mind my own business. Get in and get the fuck out. Tuesdays andthursdays are awesome. Even though speech is fucking boring and the teacher irritates me. Atleast i have sweet people in that class. And my Edu. Psych is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I dont want to think about shit. Im gonna go fill out a map, then read a raunchy novel to take my mind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could do thigs for other people. But i guess ya gotta let mother nature ( aka bitch face Mcgee) runs her course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. SHE&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;CHRISTIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_dancefloorsex_:70337</id>
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    <title>Doctah' said I need a backiotomy!</title>
    <published>2008-09-25T03:40:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T03:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ugh! I just got done writing this lame paper for my speech class. Now my bad is all sore from sitting and typing. meh. That class is so boring. If it weren't for the people in it, I don't think I could take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B+ on my first paper/essay thing. It was the one about the woman sleeping with a corpse. How lovely. I dig it. Dats some marilyn manson shit roight thur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it is supposed to rain tomorrow. I know Im not going to want to get up and it will be all miserable. Oh well. Perfect cuddling weather.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Its Sweatah' weathah'&amp;quot; ah-ha ha. Oh my. Martin was very cah-yute today. We made meatballs and spagetti together. But that was interupted for some other dasterdy deeds ^__^. Then we cuddled and ate chocolate untill i fell asleep on him. Then I had to go home and write this damn paper. What a dick softener. Nah' Mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to... fuck i forgot what i was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. I have a test in my Educational Psycology class tomorrow. Those kids are vicious. Im just trying to stay out of the line of fire. I like that class alot though. I dont think the test will be that hard. Especially multiple choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot about tattoos lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i remember what I cant wait for!. I cant wait to sew up the shirts Stevie j gave me into some supah sexy saweet ass diabetic shit!. HELL&amp;nbsp;YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes.... well I guess Ill leae on this note to go watch some good ol' PARN! I havnt read a book in awhile =(</content>
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    <title>mista lovah lovah</title>
    <published>2008-09-22T11:13:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T11:13:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It has been four years today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe we made it this long. &amp;lt;33333lovaaaaaaaaaaaah!</content>
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    <title>honey you are a rock</title>
    <published>2008-09-21T13:57:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T13:57:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so tired and I went to bed at a reasonable hour.&amp;nbsp; goo!&amp;nbsp; I think I need a day to just continually sleeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over Martin's on friday after work. It was nice. We shaved his head after I kinda fnerked it up. sorry Mah-dy. Oh well, he looks handsome. I woke up to the sound of him nearly having a seizure, which makes me wonder what he was dreaming about that may put him in that axious state? Hmmm. It was really weird. All morning he was out of it, and it looked like he had two episodes&amp;nbsp; of an &amp;quot;almost seizure&amp;quot; but he was concious. He would mumble something like he was trying to talk, shake a bit, then he would say something perfectly clear out of no where, then go back to mumbling. Everytime his mom is home when something like this happens, she freaks the fuck out. I mean, I dont blame her for being upset 'cause her son is fishing out, but wtf?! Crying and getting all crazy is not gonna help. Makes me wanna smack a bitch and be like &amp;quot;Calm the fuck down! He's not dying!&amp;quot; But that wouldnt really help either....or would it? I'm glad I dont freak him out more when he gets in these moods. I just go into protection and seriousness mode. Get shit done.&amp;nbsp; The adrennalin is a really wierd feeling. It reminds me of how people say when a baby is in trouble a mother could lift a car to get to her child. Cah-ray-zay. But He snapped out of it after I made him a Heather's Special Sandwich. I hope these new pills he's taking are working....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rest of the day was great though. Our 4 year Anniversary is on Monday and he keeps giving me gifts. I though we had decided that we dont need gifts cause money is tight.&amp;nbsp; But that Mother Fucker went behind my back and got all this shit! First he gave me the dvd &amp;quot; The fox and the Hound&amp;quot; which makes me cry everytime. Then yesterday he gave me this Pink Floyd Poster that I always wanted.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e69/tripe4lunch/Pink_Floyd_Girls.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later he brings out this big ol' bag from Gurtrude Hawke or however its spelled. Dude got me a shit load of chocolate! Lets see here, I hve a pound of assorted fugde, a box of assorted chocolate, milk chocolate coverd coffee caramels, peanut butter caramel patties, Peanutbutter chocolate coverd pretzles, and two chocolate bars 1 milk chocolate 1white chocolate truffel.&amp;nbsp; Guhh! Im glad Martin doesnt like his women skinny! My stomach is so angry with me right now from all the bllshit i ate yesterday. gooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then on tuesday I belive we're going to Olive Garden together. &amp;lt;3 Man I love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Stardust together last night also. It was an alright movie. I've seen better, but it was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I have to work from 11-5 with my Mary Mary quite contrary. Then come home, write a paper, do something for martin for tomorrow since he was a sneaky snake and got me all this shit. and then chill out for the rest of the lazy sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Someone verify our moral benevolence as a "people..."</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T18:32:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-19T18:32:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im eating this shitty ramen noodle thing that tasted better before i put the flavor packet in. Guh.&lt;br /&gt;IM so irritated today. So if your in a good mood and dont want to be brought down, get out while you still can But for all the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get so fed up with people on a bi-weekly basis.&amp;nbsp; My mom thinks its martin rubbing off on me, which pisses me off. I think its just with the more educated i get the more i know how fucked up people are. Its hard for me to accept certain &amp;quot;life-styles&amp;quot; and decisions people make. All I can do is ask &amp;quot; what is wrong with them, why are they doing that to them selves?&amp;quot; I just dont get it. Mom says i need to be more tolerant. But why should i have to be tolerant of sluts and dumbasses? DOnt get me wrong, I dont consider my self all high and mighty, I just dont understand why people make stupid desicions like they do. Why am I so different? Its very frusterating.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad that I am self sufficient, I work, I do well in school, and i can do my own god damn taxes, how many 19 y/o females can say that? Probably half of them dont even know they pay taxes 'cause their daddies take care of it. Maybe Im just jealous. I wish I didnt have to hold down a job and pay for my own car/gas/insurance. Or have these responsibilities. I wish i could just frivolessly spend my money on shit i dont need, or will be gone in an hour.&amp;nbsp; And to top it off, I deal with bullshit e'ry day. And i get to be the level headed responsible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp; positive note in all this bullshit is that atleast I know who I am, I know what I want to do. I have goals and aspirations.&amp;nbsp; I dont ususally take shit from people anymore, and i cannot explain how satisfying that is for my mind and overall self worth. I just dont get why other people arn't doing the same thing? I guess Im narrowminded when it comes to the aspect of self worth. And all of these things put together make me successful in relationships that count. I cannot believe how lucky I am that i have a guy who loves me for me, never asked me to change, never tried to pursuade me to ditch other people, and never talks down to me or plays games intentionally. And if he by chance slips up, I dont hesitate to tell him, and he doesnt get mad and try to defend himself, or tell me that my feelings arn't meaningful. He takes what i say into consideration and we can have a fucking actuall conversation! How the fuck did I nab a dude that notices when i change my hair/make up/ new clothes the day of. WHo tells my im beautiful and sexy daily.&amp;nbsp; And with all the fucked up shit thats happend before it never comes into play with &amp;quot;us.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess luck has alot to do with it. So does knowing what i want in a relationship, and not hesitating to put it all on the line to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much the world and all the people fuck me over, at least i know who I am, and i have someone to come home to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that feels so mcuh better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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