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  <title>sorry</title>
  <subtitle>was it good for you?</subtitle>
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    <name>bee</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-23T14:37:08Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nastyb:6985</id>
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    <title>i wish that every kiss was neverending</title>
    <published>2008-12-23T14:36:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-23T14:37:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beach boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">me and my dad brought puppy to the airport this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm the saddest lady you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the first night we spent together (september 8th, cupcake party) i don't think we have spent more than two consecutive nights apart. i don't know if we've even spent two apart. we haven't even spent many single nights apart. i came to my parents house a couple times, but then just started coming for visits instead, and patrick and i slept here together twice. in total, i doubt we've spent a week in different beds in over three months. &lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to sleep alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home for a bit before work. i'm there until 9. at least i'll have something to keep me busy today. i'll probably have to go to spencer street to get some clothes and feed sardonicus, and get my presents for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if we were older&lt;br /&gt;then we wouldn't have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;and wouldn't it be nice to live together&lt;br /&gt;in the kind of world where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know its gonna make it that much better&lt;br /&gt;when we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;in the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;and after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;hold each other close the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy times together weve been spending&lt;br /&gt;i wish that every kiss was neverending&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be nice</content>
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    <title>mourning wood</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T12:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T12:05:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hi,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted her in about twelve thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work at a pita place called mega wraps where i get to eat all the free falafel my guts can handle. i'm in school, although i haven't been going as often as i should. i'm taking a required women's studies research course as well as writers from 1800, intro french II, a course on the apocalypse and intro to chinese philosophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest news right now is probably that i'm kind of crazy about this boy in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/31/73/1227289104/n1227289104_30135960_6350.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he treats me so well, i seriously don't know how to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. i haven't been updating my real blog very often (www.aeonity.com/bee), but have been keeping tabs with bluekaffee if you're shitting yourself wanting to know about my life. &lt;br /&gt;who uses livejournal anymore anyways? what is this, 2002?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>this is a bit much</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T23:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T23:15:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just got another weird email, this one is from "mahmud ryckman" moiler@kabel.cc, subject: lassitude&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Heyello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt; Present unnforgettable night to your belooved one,&lt;br /&gt; imaggine yoursellf as a Macho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://qlagiuky1xspabq.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://qlagiuky1xspabq.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Counties, their habits, and characteristics. Hence her head&lt;br /&gt;as if accompanying a strain of music. Amusing if you want&lt;br /&gt;to relieve your mind about with showers upon showers (in&lt;br /&gt;distinct sets) of i'd have sworn it was nearly daylight.&lt;br /&gt;she pressed i must do what is agreeable to my friend. He&lt;br /&gt;is biodekikpijs him. Maggie, he said, again stretching out his&lt;br /&gt;oh, how can he be slain by me. O, let my army so much as&lt;br /&gt;five sous to give to a shoeblack for eat only such food&lt;br /&gt;as has been obtained by righteous warning, because i know&lt;br /&gt;it will be of no use to unto whom bhrigu's son had given&lt;br /&gt;the highest weapons, areaaaflakgl laws, just as it was confided&lt;br /&gt;to local state constitutions. Find most busy places just&lt;br /&gt;as dirty, said gard. Have seen them, their backs straining&lt;br /&gt;under the.  &lt;/pre&gt;</content>
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    <title>thanks, mail.</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T02:23:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T02:30:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>brutal knights</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some fucked up email i got on riseup.net, which i never get spam on.&lt;br /&gt;Subject: equivalents&lt;br /&gt;From: "Schneidtmille Buttler" &amp;lt;tallness@sirgeorge.ac.nz&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Hohe hoholulu&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Accordingly, at this period,viz. From twelve till overfilled&lt;br /&gt;nests of serpents, fell long green white. They have no chalk&lt;br /&gt;or lime in footnote at the shah's courtthe shaha graceful&lt;br /&gt;speakerthe you here? Then you were not drowned? Gasped the&lt;br /&gt;but the chemist's shop was full of people he had begins&lt;br /&gt;to jelly, set them a cooling, and being dog and a sister&lt;br /&gt;who visited her once a week on that horse you're riding&lt;br /&gt;has got one white foot. Descended todeg., and everybody&lt;br /&gt;was shivering ye knowan' 't ain't fair. Why, we &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;will&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;may these ladies be relied on?' dey may,' ses placed the&lt;br /&gt;princess emma. His only thought now he was eager to set&lt;br /&gt;out the next morning, when and |line open. | carried. |&lt;br /&gt;coffee. | animals.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;in other news...&lt;br /&gt;the other day jess and i were in the library and this guy who interviewed errand boy for chmr and then&lt;br /&gt;came to the show at the ship gave us cd's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9365.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had godspeed and some other stuff like that one it. there was this blurb written about how it's not&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be the best in indie music, but some accessible stuff. don't i look like i'm totally over &lt;br /&gt;all that?&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;also, is that picture supposed to be me?&lt;br /&gt;adam came in the library and a bug flew out of his hair and it was the most grim thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i walked to the village mall in a thin hoodie. these flowers were growing outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9399.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right underneath this faucet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9401.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in the village is so weird, this is a poster they had throughout the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9402.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is cj moose???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole a chocolate bar, a new lid for my travel mug and some headbands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9416.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before work i stole some light shirts for summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9415.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i stole some card stock and colored sharpies. i have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve came into work to lend me his camera and give me the tape of the house show at robert's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9413.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also brought me another copy of "the b book" by dr. seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9411.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9408.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a button with a bee on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9414.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home and found a sewing machine i had when i was a kid. it can't go backwards, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9418.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9419.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a letter from tim totten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9403.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did a take for my video "PUNXERCIZING WITH XNASTY BEEX: EXXTREME PUNK LIFESTYLEZZ!"&lt;br /&gt;i was still wearing my "costume" when my mom came home to give me bus fare to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9425.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the mail man delivered me a letter from brad religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9427.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gotten a lot of letters lately, i better hurry up and respond or else my pen pals won't love me&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also today i saw mike gruchy getting out of his car when i was walking to get the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and the day before i saw this guy getting off the bus who looked like steve circa 2006 if he were black&lt;br /&gt;and kind of emo looking. he had long dreads and was tall and had a long face and skinny jeans and a &lt;br /&gt;trendy looking hoodie and skate shoes. he had a skateboard in one hand and i was like "um, excuse me, &lt;br /&gt;why are we not dating????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john power is in town! i hope we actually hang out more this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i totally wish i were cory kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/l_3cef61616454a7f6982a87b41996d383.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean... c'mon, who doesn't?&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>pip; the greatest boy in the world</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T11:42:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T11:42:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">pip died this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="i'm inconsolable"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_3763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_5340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_6540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she died last night while we were sleeping. she was such a pretty baby. &lt;br /&gt;she took care of me when i had panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;i still don't have matilda. i am so sad and lonely right now it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty, i had just gotten angry with her for trying to steal tampons. really it was incredibly cute.&lt;br /&gt;this is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>extreme lifestylez</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T12:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T12:31:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>profession ill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;aryn called and picked me up and we met our mothers and our aunt at east side marios. i got sick on pizza and fries and then we got bridesmaids dresses for our cousin melissa's wedding in august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="bomb"&gt;we tried them on and then our mothers and aunt were like "stand in the mirror next to each other." aryn and i were wearing the same dress. i was like, this is what eating disorders are made out of.&lt;br /&gt;whateverrrr, we both looked hot as balls in the dress. i tried it on again when i got home and i feel like a million bucks when i wear it, which is kind of rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, moving is pretty cool because you find awesome stuff from your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up the girl guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my $5 shoes from a little girl's store in the mall kicked the bucked, i bought them around x-mess. i was pretty bummed about it, but i inherited these bad boys from my little brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_9255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're a little too big for me but whatever. i get to have second hand nikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>work soon</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T19:23:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T19:26:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>infest</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i am so exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="another day, another dollar"&gt;after being the library from 8:30am to 4:30pm i managed to write about a tenth of my philosophy paper which i'm going to have some serious late penalties for, my english paper and my english assignments. &lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i missed my french interview.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to drop that course so that my gpa doesn't plummet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i worked until 10. it was really busy and i felt bad because i'm still pretty slow where i'm new so i felt like i wasn't a big help. kayla, the girl i work with, told me afterwards that if i wasn't there helping as much as i was she would have been crying. &lt;br /&gt;i thought that was pretty raddddd.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this getting paid bi-weekly thing, though. i have a fancy new cellphone and no minutes. i would buy some if i got paid weekly. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, after i got off work last night i thought the bus came at 10 after, turns out it comes 20 to... i was too scared waiting at the bus stop outside work (it's pretty isolated, and it was dark) so i kept walking to the next bus stop, no bus, i'd walk to the next one. the bus finally came and drove right past me! i ran after it to the next bus stop, which was a shelter and i waved my arms the whole time. i got there as it was pulling up and it still drove away. an suv full of middle-aged women dressed up to go to clubs or some shit were laughing at me. &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even believe it. my back was killing me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my mom from an irving and waited with some coffee. irving sells fair trade organic, apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home and talked to tim totten for a while, which is routine now. and i had mail from sami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg251/xnastybeex/IMG_8947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i have to work that same shift, but this time with a girl who apparently sucks at her job and who i haven't met. fuckkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;then, free show at turner's? jen squires? yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhh i don't wanna workkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>bad girlz</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T00:18:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T00:18:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"sometimes i want to take to the streets with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not behave myself, never ever ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote that (and livejournal saves drafts apparently) right before a computer in the library logged me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny because i want to take to the streets with a baseball bat more now than ever.&lt;br /&gt;is this real? seriously?&lt;br /&gt;i think we're calling for a shitstorm may 17th.</content>
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    <title>srsly</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T12:06:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T12:06:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mstrkrft</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey dudes,&lt;br /&gt;a. confrontation is not that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;b. resentment is lame.&lt;br /&gt;i pick a.&lt;br /&gt;you should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best,&lt;br /&gt;bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb</content>
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    <title>oh lord</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T00:15:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T00:15:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mstrkrft</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm not sure if i wanna throw up or die more right now.&lt;br /&gt;nothing stays good for more than two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone i've ever loved and i need to get out of this city.&lt;br /&gt;michelle asked me to curate the rooms film screening for april 24th. i'll make a whole load of money doing it. &lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to plan a trip asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll never come back. sometimes i really don't know why i would...</content>
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    <title>grad</title>
    <published>2007-04-29T20:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-29T20:02:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the go! team</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://a469.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/l_7edc297abf194bb402ab394cddde9324.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve was my date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a515.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/17/l_9feb81c41b9395d546e31c402f745e22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a930.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/27/l_59e93290685ff2a0646de0af95f2f6a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to a wine and cheese and drank punch and ate pineapple beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-277.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v76/162/24/562185633/n562185633_361277_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a double decker bus around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a99.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/44/l_b4418e714820b53c494339a79e8800b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bowring park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a608.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/35/l_fc0322096df5ef5ade74f50056f97c67.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to signal hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a706.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/60/l_377c3b7aed011c1e1f7665aa47bdcab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meet and greet was crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a908.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/32/l_77c38ff67b2b7600d7f55ddae39e505b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a142.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/27/l_d5fe9c212ce542893cd72348c3f90fbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure that me and jonny are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a990.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/36/l_917cff47ee8d0d224a0391ccc53d6a4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won most likely to become a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a939.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/20/l_e683fc093e89519a07e8e75d467b220a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced and got lots of pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a39.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/10/l_a320b2d4d3a050c822763ab7dd5e70ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we stayed at a bed and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;now my parents hate me.&lt;br /&gt;i had lots of fun though. i definitely got way more action on my prom night than you did.</content>
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    <title>like lovers do</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T04:10:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T04:10:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the eurythmics- here comes the rain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just finished making pink, red, and white fudge for my valentine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made him lots of other things too. he made me a tape that i got early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today steve and i had lunch. after school we went to mun and watched a movie called appalachian journey in the library. it was so so good.&lt;br /&gt;we went to my grandfather's house for his birthday potluck. steve met my whole family. it was nice. he actually talked to people. he was so nervous and went home and shaved and put on a nice shirt for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago i took in this bandanna patterned dress that i've had since i was ten. i tied a part of it in his hair. over the weekend we were sewing together and he took in his yellow crimpshrine shirt. he gave me a piece to tie in my hair as a headband. he gave me another piece to tie around his ankle. he had a bandanna tied around his ankle for about a year now i guess. he asked for part of my dress. i gave him a piece big enough. i said "but you already have one there." he said "oh, do i? i guess i'll have to take care of that." he ripped it off and tore my dress around his ankle. i guess that's our equivalent to a promise ring. &lt;br /&gt;i also had a tampon box of my own hair to make into paintbrushes so i gave him some and wrapped it up and glued it and sewed it into his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he put my favorite joy division song (disorder) on the tape. he know that it breaks my heart. he said that the other day he wanted to spraypaint "i love you b.bop" outside of my school. i mean, this boy gave me a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;september:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;february:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_1597.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m51/thatgirlwearsblackjeans/IMG_1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i need to go sew and make sure i have everything ready for tomorrow. i'm going to dress up to look nice for my boy.</content>
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    <title>you have to list 12 you like things beginning with a letter</title>
    <published>2007-01-02T05:29:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-02T05:29:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>burning witch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">esther gave me g. i forgot to check back until now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. green peas&lt;br /&gt;2. grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;3. garbage&lt;br /&gt;4. ghost mice&lt;br /&gt;5. garbanzo beans&lt;br /&gt;6. gravy train&lt;br /&gt;7. ghost stories&lt;br /&gt;8. grapes&lt;br /&gt;9. godspeed you! black emperor&lt;br /&gt;10. gross behavior&lt;br /&gt;11. grass stains&lt;br /&gt;12. ghost world</content>
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    <title>whatever</title>
    <published>2006-12-30T18:30:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-30T18:30:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tilly and the wall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="padding:16px;border:4px double #fff;text-align:center;background:#ada;color:#000"&gt;In 2007, &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://nastyb.livejournal.com"&gt;nastyb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; resolves to...&lt;div style="background:#fff; margin:8px 8px 16px 8px; padding:8px; color:#000; border:#ada double 4px"&gt;Take evening classes in sex.&lt;br&gt;Find a new diy.&lt;br&gt;Give up cassette tapes.&lt;br&gt;Backup my orchid regularly.&lt;br&gt;Give some drums to charity.&lt;br&gt;Put fifty shows a month into my savings account.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/newyear" method="get"&gt;Get your own &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/newyear"&gt;New Year's Resolutions&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;input type="text" name="user" style="background: #fff url(&amp;#39;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&amp;#39;) no-repeat scroll 0px 1px; padding-left: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Generate"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give up cassette tapes? never!</content>
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    <title>just for fun.</title>
    <published>2006-11-08T01:33:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-08T01:33:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my life playlist</lj:music>
    <content type="html">IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool...&lt;br /&gt;7. send back to the person who sent it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: crass- asylum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up: jerry's kids- cracks in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: jkw- lang quang fung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: hella- republic of rough and ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: amebix- nobody's driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: final fantasy- the arctic circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: bikini kill- in accordance to natural law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: career suicide- impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: architecture in helsinki- fumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: witch hunt- twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: jesu- silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back together: velvet cacoon- fauna and flora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding: bread and water- death sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: skitsystem- den morka floden i varat hjarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: mount eerie- the boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: gravy train!!!- hump lites (wicked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits: le tigre- friendship station</content>
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    <title>i killed you politely</title>
    <published>2006-11-02T23:16:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-02T23:16:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bread and water</lj:music>
    <content type="html">today for the first time since i became interested in music and playing the guitar i actually picked it up and learned power chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to play beat on the brat by the ramones.&lt;br /&gt;i put on my ramones tape and i can almost play at the correct tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school i realized that i am really not very good at chemistry but we learned something new in math and i tried it and got it all right. i think that my teacher was proud of me. i know that i sure was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been watching amadeus in experiencing music class. it is really a very good movie. it is nice to notice little things like the fact that in one scene where it showed a clarinet briefly they used a wooden one. i'm glad that they didn't show one of the black, plastic yamaha ones. that would just be silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i work my regular 5-10 shift at the big r. i will probably be working with tracey. jenny is my favorite other girl to work with. she doesn't take any crap from customers. after that i might go stay at blatch if caleb is still there. or maybe just try to go hang out with him for a bit. he is probably going to leave soon and i'd like to see him before he goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on my period and this time i almost got worried for a bit because i could feel that this time was different. i saw some pad wrappers in the garbage at the h house so maybe spending time with jen, curtain, and or karen has synchronized my period with theirs. either way it's thick, clotted and pretty much black. rather than just being generally more tired and sore than i normally am i am getting sharp quick cramps that sometimes catch me off guard. i almost cried at work yesterday because one cramp was so strong and i didn't feel it coming. i nearly fell down. what does this mean? i know ways to combat the cramps: water, tea, healthy food, exercise, generally treating myself right but what does the consistency and color of the blood mean? i know that you can tell if you're ovulating or not by the consistency and tackiness of your regular juices but is there something wrong if i'm getting clots the size of my thumbnail?</content>
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    <title>hello hello</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T04:06:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T04:06:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>architecture in helsinki</lj:music>
    <content type="html">maybe the cold weather is setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that is changing our moods. maybe we're getting angry or nervous or needy or lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're all confused, and need to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, odds and bodkins.</content>
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