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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 04:07:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>God</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;My boyfriend is an ass hole.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Why do all the good people die?&lt;br /&gt;Why do all the good people get treated like shit?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you feel like shit for the world being shit?&lt;br /&gt;Why do all the great people get torn apart?&lt;br /&gt;why do I feel torn apart?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Steady, As She Goes&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Find yourself a girl, and settle down&lt;br /&gt; Live a simple life in a quiet town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Your friends have shown a kink in the single life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; You&apos;ve had too much to think,&lt;/em&gt; now you need a wife&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; Well &lt;em&gt;here we go again&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you&apos;ve found yourself a friend, that knows you well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; But no matter what you do&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you&apos;ll always feel as though you tripped and fell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; When you have completed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;what you thought you had to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And your blood&apos;s depleted to the point of stable glue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Then you&apos;ll get along&lt;br /&gt; Then you&apos;ll get along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Well here we go again&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;you&apos;ve found yourself a friend that knows you well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; But no matter what you do,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;it always feels as though you tripped and fell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Settle for a girl and buckle down&lt;br /&gt; Send it to the crowd that&apos;s gathered round&lt;br /&gt; Settle for a girl and buckle down&lt;br /&gt; Send it to the crowd that&apos;s gathered round&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; So steady as she goes (steady as she goes)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Are you steady now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Are you steady now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Are you steady now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Are you steady now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steady as she goes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 01:15:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Things Dan has said to me that I never want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;
    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;You will never be annoying? Why would you think a thing like that?&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;
    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well you are wanted. And missed too&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Stop it.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Happy things&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well stop it. Think of me.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;
    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Stop that.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
    &lt;li&gt;
    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I said stop&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Don&apos;t do shit. I swear if you do anything I&apos;ll never forgive you. That&apos;s final. I told you to stop now stop.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Ok so like Tennessee&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Body heat is good&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Lol nope your closet ( that&apos;s a good one lol)&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;You. Finding a job, life. You know normal stuff&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yes you&apos;re a normal thought for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;You will live life still. Yes it will hurt and kill you but you can&apos;t blame yourself for others decions. You understand me there too?&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Life might be shitty but at least you have me to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;So i&apos;ve been told. Some times I don&apos;t believe it but yea (reffering to him being a good person)&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Shift your weight&amp;nbsp; huh. So then you can do you&apos;re favorite fighting style, right?&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I don&apos;t hate you.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well you keep pushing me away. And for what?&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well idk what&apos;s going on any more.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yeah, you made me happy.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Don&apos;t worry about it. I should apoligize to you for being moddy this past week. Its that time of the month, lol&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea certain people have been annoying the shit out of me. Kinda still are. I still think it might be a long time of the month. idk&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea I&apos;m just glad I don&apos;t bleed. I just get moody. And I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I would be concerned too. And yea sorry about the whole Sarah thing. Hope things get better for the both of us.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea cause everything is my fault&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea but if that were to happen it wouldn&apos;t be normal playing.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I&apos;ll play with your pussy any day.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I feel like I shouls be treated like shit.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Both sounds sweet because the teas would be tears of happiness&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Oh I wish I could cuddle with you all night dear.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Please or you make me sad. Even though I know what you want, I still want to hear you say it.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well considering we have no power. I&apos;m putting puzzles together. I&apos;m totally bored. Things of you a lot. And I was just thinking about asking if you wanted to box? But how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea I wish I could play with you. Damn do I wish that.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Damn I can imagine you showering and it sucks cause I&apos;m not able to six my problem now.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I guess. Fine. You win.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Never fight in the shower huh! Very interesting, its quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Well maybe one day I will show you this style of fighting&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Playing pool. So wish i was in Racine.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea I rather&amp;nbsp; you be in my bed at my&amp;nbsp; parents house all night just cuddling. So every ome know you have a thing for me. Its cute (Awe isn&apos;t he cute)&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Just got in a cake fight. I have frosting all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Yea I know I wish the same fucking thing. That would be so sexual. Plus we could take a shower after it all.&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Good night my sweet slave, lol. Muah sleep well muah.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Fuck you. That&apos;s not fair.&amp;nbsp; Teasing me like that. *makes sad face*&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;And nor do I. Can I ask what would happen if I was to come back before you left? And maybe got together!&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Idk happy but yet sad that I have this power, as you might say, over you.&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;But why hide it for so long?&lt;/div&gt;
    &lt;/li&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Looks can be destracting from real feelings&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Ok not really sure about the whole respect thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2006 20:26:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FLASHBACK!</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;It Wasn&apos;t Me&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(feat. Ricardo Ducent)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Yo&apos;, man) Yo&apos;&lt;br /&gt; (Open up, man) What do you want, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (My girl just caught me) You let her catch you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (I don&apos;t know how I let this happen) With who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (The girl next door, you know) Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (I don&apos;t know what to do) Say it wasn&apos;t you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Alright)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Honey came in and she caught me red-handed&lt;br /&gt; Creeping with the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Picture this, we were both butt naked&lt;br /&gt; Bangin&apos; on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; How could I forget that I had&lt;br /&gt; Given her an extra key&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All this time she was standing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; She never took her eyes off me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How you can grant the woman access to your villa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Trespasser and a witness while you cling to your pillow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You better watch your back before she turn into a killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; To be a true player you have to know how to play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If she say you&apos;re not, convince her say a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And you tell her baby no way&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But she caught me on the counter (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; Saw me bangin&apos; on the sofa (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; I even had her in the shower (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; She even caught me on camera (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; Heard the words that I told her (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; Heard the scream get louder (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; She stayed until it was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Honey came in and she caught me red-handed&lt;br /&gt; Creeping with the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Picture this, we were both butt naked&lt;br /&gt; Bangin&apos; on the bathroom floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I had tried to keep her&lt;br /&gt; From what she was about to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Why should she believe me&lt;br /&gt; When I told her it wasn&apos;t me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Make sure she knows it&apos;s not you and lead her on da right prefix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Whenever you should see her make da giggolo flex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As funny as it be by you, it not that complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Seein is believin so you better change your specs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past&lt;br /&gt; Hardly recollecting and then she&apos;ll go to noontime mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wait for your answer: go over there &lt;br /&gt; But if she pack a gun you know you better run fast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But she caught me on the counter (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; Saw me bangin&apos; on the sofa (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; I even had her in the shower (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; She even caught me on camera (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She saw the marks on my shoulder (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; Heard the words that I told her (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; Heard the scream get louder (It wasn&apos;t me)&lt;br /&gt; She stayed until it was over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Honey came in and she caught me red-handed&lt;br /&gt; Creeping with the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Picture this, we were both butt naked&lt;br /&gt; Bangin&apos; on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How could I forget that I had&lt;br /&gt; Given her an extra key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; All this time she was standing there&lt;br /&gt; She never took her eyes off me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Gonna tell her that I&apos;m sorry &lt;br /&gt; For the pain that I&apos;ve caused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;ve been listenin to your reasonin&lt;br /&gt; It makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We should tell her that I&apos;m sorry&lt;br /&gt; For the pain that I&apos;ve caused&lt;br /&gt; You may think that you&apos;re a player&lt;br /&gt; But you&apos;re completely lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That&apos;s why I sing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Honey came in and she caught me red-handed&lt;br /&gt; Creeping with the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Picture this, we were both butt naked&lt;br /&gt; Bangin&apos; on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; How could I forget that I had&lt;br /&gt; Given her an extra key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; All this time she was standing there&lt;br /&gt; She never took her eyes off me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>It wasn&apos;t me~ Shaggy</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">It wasn&apos;t me~ Shaggy</media:title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;and I miss him so much it makes me want to &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why did she have to do those things to me..&lt;br /&gt;What did I ever do to hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck&lt;/strong&gt; that bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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            &lt;td class=&quot;caption&quot;&gt;Indulge rotten Rome Beauties continually.&lt;/td&gt;
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            I had the best school year of my life because I made it so. I tried contributing these feelings to others, but this is a guilty, communal lie. I owe it only to my will to live a fulfilling and happy life. This signifies no end, no beginning, but a continuation until death. It&apos;s just a shame that all of those precious minutes with them were waste waste wasted. I gave and offered so many chances for them to mean something to me. The only thing, I have learned and have known, that matters in the end is what remains. And I have kilobytes upon kilobytes upon pages upon pages to prove this so. Memories are lovely, but inspire no action, create nothing tangible. And memories of indifference have only taught me to rid of them, replace them. Oh so much more, I was never good at summing things up, but some feeling and action of finality felt needed because it was devoid in every other area and mind as usual. The year offered me opportunity, the time offered me solace, and I believe I seized both effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why do you love her?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I can&apos;t say...The feelings and all that encompass would become demeaned, and lose its personal effects if I spoke of it so easily, so casually, so freely.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I understand, but...I promise I&apos;m different. I am attempting (hah) genuine care over casual curiousity or interest. I&apos;ll appreciate what you have to say, and understand that you are barely touching the surface with mere words because I have encountered this dilemma myself in the past, and know the topic all too well.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, words &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; inefficient for this question... I suppose, without going into detail, that she merely makes me happy. This is the conclusion I come to when I strip away the details for myself in analyzation and appreciation as well. It looks like your tearing up a bit there.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah, sorry...I just...I just know what I need, is all.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:51:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;That fucking bitch..&lt;br /&gt;She fucked me over so dirty..&lt;br /&gt;She doesn&apos;t know I know.&lt;br /&gt;but she will.&lt;br /&gt;she will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt; is BULLSHIT!&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 16:05:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;I&apos;m friends with Sarah again...&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to be but its keeping her sane...&lt;br /&gt;at least one of us should be.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dan more as each day pass.&lt;br /&gt;At least George gets out soon.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 03:25:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>GAH!</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot; face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Moving Forward&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I stand before, a road that will lead, &lt;br /&gt; Into the unknown. At least unknown to me. &lt;br /&gt; I want to go, but I&apos;m paralysed with fear. &lt;br /&gt; Fear of a choise, where the outcome isn&apos;t clear. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Nooo, but still I gooo. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I take, the first step of a million more. &lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;ll make mistakes I&apos;ve never made before. &lt;br /&gt; But at least I&apos;m moving forward, at least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I wonder if, the journey will be, &lt;br /&gt; Shorter as I hope, or much longer than it seems. &lt;br /&gt; But either way, I&apos;ve made up my mind. &lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m through feeling scared, I&apos;m leaving that behind. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sooo, Now it&apos;s time to gooo. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I take, the first step of a million more. &lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;ll make mistakes I&apos;ve never made before. &lt;br /&gt; But at least I&apos;m moving forward, at least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And in while I&apos;&apos;l be singing, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Na, nana nana &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I take, the first step of a million more. &lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;ll make mistakes I&apos;ve never made before. &lt;br /&gt; But at least I&apos;m moving forward, at least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward, at least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And I take, the first step of a million more! &lt;br /&gt; And I&apos;ll make mistakes I&apos;ve never made before! &lt;br /&gt; But at least I&apos;m moving forward, at least I&apos;m moving forward. &lt;br /&gt; At least I&apos;m moving forward, at least I&apos;m moving forward! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mo-ving, for-ward. &lt;br /&gt; Mo-ving, for-ward. &lt;br /&gt; Mo-ving, for-ward. &lt;br /&gt; Mo-ving, for-ward... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Na, nana nana&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 19:37:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&quot;I&apos;m sorry you miss him so much&quot;&lt;br /&gt;ha what a dumb bitch.. Its a lot more then just a miss..&lt;br /&gt;or a wanting to be around..&lt;br /&gt;or a new love..&lt;br /&gt;but empty..&lt;br /&gt;and very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 16:47:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>To My Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m sorry I upset you.. and you don&apos;t know what to do.. I&apos;m sorry for pushing you away.. I&apos;m just really alone.. and a part of me wants to keep it that way. I used to always oush every one away.. now it seems I only do it to those I care about the most, but then again.. I do keep a lot of people out of my life.. I used to be worse... and I&apos;m glad you didn&apos;t see me like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You do not have to worry about me.. For I am just a mere child who knows nothing but how to survive. With or without other people. Some times... I wish I didn&apos;t have any friends.. or people calling me. I wish almost every day that 80% of the guys I talk to never call again.. and the ones I do want to call never do. And don&apos;t even get me started on females.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most of the people I talk to are just as bad as my parents.. they don&apos;t know me and they aren&apos;t even trying.. I just look good so they keep talking to me. I&apos;m not treated as a person with feelings by them so much as I am treated like a piece of meat or a nice accessory to a room or party. You don&apos;t treat me like that. I think its kinda stupid of me to push away the people that do care.. and keep around the ones that don&apos;t.. but that&apos;s kinda what I do.. Its kinda what I&apos;ve always done. I think part of it is.. most of the people ho really care about me or love me like my parents.. Don&apos;t know how to show it.. so my mind has kinda warped things. Another part of it is.. If there are feelings exchanged.. and I let my guard down.. I often push away and a second act of defense and I often do it without even realizing what I&apos;m doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I do love you.. I really don&apos;t want to push you away or make you leave like I did with Sarah. I mean.. I cry looking at your pictures knowing.. that I could never truely call you mine.. and you just walked away.. I understand why you left.. I really do... I just feel as if you kinda just.. turned your back away.. and looked out for yourself.. which i can also understand. because that&apos;s kinda what I&apos;m doing when I put you away. I just wish I could be in your arms.. or be able to call myself yours.. I know you probably.. well never mind.. that would have been anoth push away comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just do your best with my heart.. because I&apos;ve handed it to you on a silver platter.. and every now and then you may feel a tug on the other side. That&apos;s just me trying to take it back.. I don&apos;t want it back.. but every now and then I am trying to see how well you&apos;re really willing to protect it. I test people a lot.. and my theripist was just telling me that what if after a while they get sick of my tests.. well I&apos;ve come to realize that one of my constant tests is pushing away. She said.. well what happens when people get tired of being tested.. I just recently found out when Sarah said she didn&apos;t want to be my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once again.. I am sorry my love.I await the call that will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Always and Forever,&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;&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;&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;&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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your Love Slave</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 03:36:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Mom &amp;amp; Dad,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just have a few questions to ask you.. Why do you refuse to accept who I am? Why do you live in denial? Is the real me that bad of a child? or am I just a little too real for you? How can you not tell I&apos;ve been crying every day?&amp;nbsp;Why don&apos;t you at least pretend to listen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why after all this time do you blame my friends for my mistakes? Why do I have to be perfect? Why can&apos;t I have problems? Why can&apos;t I cry without being questioned? Who are you guys really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all the years I&apos;ve been silently screaming.. you never even knew any thing was wrong.. so how can you say I blow things out of proportion?.. Why do you always have to pretend I&apos;m something I&apos;m not? Why can&apos;t you see who I am? Do I honestly hide it that well? I love you guys... but you don&apos;t even know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I leave.. you will not know why and will probably be lost and confused and worried. I want you to know now that I will be fine. I will not be wondering the streets.. I will have a place to sleep and will think of you every day. I would call you after I leave.. but I don&apos;t trust you. I love you guys..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe one day you will see who and what I really am.. I am not a whore.. I&apos;m not a drug addict.. I just make mistakes.. I wish you knew.. I wish you knew every thing.. but you won&apos;t and if you did you wouldn&apos;t understand why or how.. or what drove me to do some of the things I did.. hell some times I wonder the same thing.. Maybe....Maybe one day, but for now this is good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerly,&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Stranger in your house.&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AKA Your Daughter.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 02:14:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;h5&gt;Love Compatibility of Virgo with Taurus&lt;/h5&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Virgo and Taurus make a great pair - the perfect blend of analytical style and common sense. Since you&apos;re both Earth signs, you encourage each other to be productive. You&apos;d be an unstoppable force working together in the business world as well as in your personal life. In your relationship, Taurus will understand your practicality with money, and find ways to get maximum enjoyment out of every dollar you spend together. You are a no-nonsense, down-to-earth couple who can survive the tough times and stay together for many happy years, if not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times I forget Sarah is a Virgo too..&lt;br /&gt;but she&apos;s not suppose to be.. I was no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Why can&apos;t things just click some times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I&apos;ve said before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were a perfect world..&lt;br /&gt;Hearts would come first&lt;br /&gt;Clubs would come second&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds would be third..&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Aces would ALWAYS finish last.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 02:11:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Me=Depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;Virgo &lt;span class=&quot;hrscby&quot;&gt;(Aug 23 - Sep 22) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others might not see how serious you are now&lt;/strong&gt;, for you can keep them off guard with &lt;strong&gt;your easy-going attitude&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Still, beneath the smile you are just as cautious and critical as ever&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;working to tie up each and every loose end&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;But there&apos;s really no need to struggle now&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;for no matter how hard you try, you cannot control everything. Choose your battles and let some of the details go.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt; &amp;hearts; I love him &amp;hearts; &lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 22:45:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Dear Mom &amp;amp; Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have fallen in love.. He&apos;s older then me but I&apos;m about to be 17.. 3 years isn&apos;t that big of a gap.. Please don&apos;t try and stop me. I think I could be with him the rest of my life.. No&amp;nbsp; he&apos;s not gay.. and we don&apos;t really box.. We make each other happy. There are so many things I wish I could say to you.. but none of it is worth saying.. We are leaving in August and I want to spend at least one day with him if he does not come back before then.. if we go there and he still wants to leave then I ask this of you..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Could we please take him home with us.. I promise he won&apos;t pee in the car.. and he&apos;s very well behaved. He&apos;s really sweet and he can sleep in my room. I&apos;ll take good care of him I promise.. can I please please please take him home?! I hope you understand I love him.. Please don&apos;t taunt and tease him. He&apos;s a good boy I promise ma.. A very good influence on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; There is just one thing.. When he&apos;s not around I am nothing.. When he&apos;s not around I&apos;m alone. Make the lonliness go away.. Bring him back with me. I love him.. I love him.. &lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Save me???&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;  &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;&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;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Your Loving Daughter&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;  &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;&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;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Elizabeth L Michalski Reis</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 17:21:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m thinking about cutting my hair.. I&apos;m going to cut it dye it black then get hott pink and purple high lights... let me know which one you like best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee width=&quot;100%&quot; behavior=&quot;scroll&quot; scrollamount=&quot;5&quot; direction=&quot;left&quot; bgcolor=&quot;&quot;&gt;1.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/short-7.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;2.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/pauley_perrette2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;3.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/michelle_marsh1.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;4.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/imageTQ3.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;5.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/imageM0V.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;6.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/imageGHP.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;7.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/imageBVM.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;8.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/image1OP.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;9.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/tee_redcross_full.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;10.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/shorthair.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;11.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/sc13_af7.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;12.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/PurduePunkGrrrl.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;13.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/suicide.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;14.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/images.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;15.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/hair.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;16.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/girl_pic.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;17.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/emo.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;18.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/Akemi.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;19.&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/TheDevilsAngel/New%20Hair/847743.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 18:21:31 GMT</pubDate>
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            &lt;td style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: left&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;Artists &amp;gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.songmeanings.net/artist.php?aid=12722&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;Silverstein&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;gt; Call It Karma&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.songmeanings.net/profile.php?uid=17054789&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#003366&quot;&gt;lost_in_darkness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on August 21, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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            &lt;td style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: left&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;blame it on the weather, but i&apos;m a mess&lt;br /&gt;and this february darkness. has me hating everyone&lt;br /&gt;and i know i give you comfort, but this trouble makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;and the longer i lay here, i know it&apos;s harder to get up&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;lose another day here&lt;br /&gt;lose another year here&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me something out there, that&apos;s making sense&lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s just another trend carefully hidden in your dress&lt;br /&gt;and the cycles neverending, and the fashions overdone&lt;br /&gt;and the further that i run away, the further i&apos;ll come back&lt;br /&gt;to shelter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the fire, on my apartment floor&lt;br /&gt;sixteen stories, i&apos;d rather burn then fall&lt;br /&gt;it isn&apos;t fate, that took us all by storm&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s just the turn of a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the fire, on my apartment floor&lt;br /&gt;sixteen stories, i&apos;d rather burn then fall&lt;br /&gt;it isn&apos;t fate, that took us all by storm&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s just the turn of a card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye old friend&lt;br /&gt;goodbye goodnight&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll move on&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;ll call it fate, i&apos;ll call it karma&lt;br /&gt;we had our time, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll look back, with honor&lt;br /&gt;and no regrets&lt;br /&gt;i won&apos;t be mad, won&apos;t feel bad&lt;br /&gt;these memories will never leave me&lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t be sad&lt;br /&gt;cause life goes on, life goes on&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s getting too late&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is here &lt;/td&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 17:36:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Atreyu</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Flesh Is A Tomb Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I feel eyelashes on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;And they lacerate my flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pain so good&lt;br /&gt;Put your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Never let go&lt;br /&gt;Never wake up&lt;br /&gt;&apos;cause I&apos;m done with promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&apos;m taking blood oaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feels like you could kiss my imperfections&lt;br /&gt;My imperfections away&lt;br /&gt;And I would stand&lt;br /&gt;Stand by your side&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun turns the sky&lt;br /&gt;All the colors I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;ll never need to see the sun again&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s enough light in your eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To light up our little world&lt;br /&gt;So take me&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Kill me slowly&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;On everything I am&lt;br /&gt;And I dedicate to you all that I have&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you&lt;br /&gt;That I will stand right by your side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and always&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bite marks on my neck&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m losing control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And it&apos;s all that I can do not to blackout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And fall into &lt;strike&gt;lust &lt;/strike&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your kisses infect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dark gift is loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I feel immortal&lt;br /&gt;And I want to make you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So stand by me as we immolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We can burn in each other&apos;s arms&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2006 15:01:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh dear...</title>
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  <description>I look back on all that has happened in the past month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how whole I felt..&lt;br /&gt;I some time wish I stopped talking to Sarah sooner.. Maybe I would have met Dan sooner..&lt;br /&gt;She thanks me for not talking to her.. that shit hurts..&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t want to think about life any more..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there is no real reason to live.. and no reason to die.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left..&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve lost my best friend.. I&apos;ve lost the other half of my whole..&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m alone..&lt;br /&gt;My dad tried to cheer me up by telling me how he used to play softball with this kid on friday nights.. and he was playing with him one friday and he goes to school on Monday and his teacher tells them that his friend died.. and my dad was like no.. I was just with him..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was a house fire..&lt;br /&gt;That just made it worse..&lt;br /&gt;What if one of the few people I have left died..&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what I would do..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Julia is now moving in November..&lt;br /&gt;God I&apos;m just going to be alone..&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not leaving my house any more..&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not letting any one in any more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider me dead</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2006 01:22:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*sigh*</title>
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  <description>Well that was depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole weekend at Dan&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;then I had to sleep alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only song I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;BitterSweet&quot;&lt;br /&gt;By Apocalyptica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;I&apos;m giving up the ghost of love &lt;br /&gt;in the shadows cast on devotion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the one that I adore &lt;br /&gt;creed of my silent suffocation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me &lt;br /&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet &lt;br /&gt;I won&apos;t give up &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m possessed by her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me.. &lt;br /&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m wearing a cross &lt;br /&gt;she&apos;s turning to my good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me &lt;br /&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;br /&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me.. &lt;br /&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet &lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m only wanting you &lt;br /&gt;And I need you &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m only needing you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me &lt;br /&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;br /&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me &lt;br /&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 17:56:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well this ruinned the mood.</title>
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  <description>So I tried to text dan..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;I just want him to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;I must have done something to fuck this up.&lt;br /&gt;He has other people; I know what its like to want to leave it all behind...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to run.&lt;br /&gt;My PO is expecting me to run.. and I didn&apos;t want to... but now it seems to look better and better.&lt;br /&gt;I have places nation wide waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have Alex in Cali.&lt;br /&gt;I have Steven in Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;I have Elona in Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;I have Adam in Apex.&lt;br /&gt;I have Joel in Illinios.&lt;br /&gt;So many places.. I dream to be...&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Kristi who is moving this summer too!&lt;br /&gt;I lose two people I love.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being 16 I want to run but cannot...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go.... I just want to get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to his profile.. and he had this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Omerta&quot;&lt;br /&gt;By Katatonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Come by you have come far&lt;br /&gt;All I had I lost in the flood&lt;br /&gt;Come sit with me at the bar&lt;br /&gt;Tell me of progress strengthen my blood&lt;br /&gt;No one here knows my name&lt;br /&gt;I have traded my memories for things&lt;br /&gt;But I remember you clearly&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that I used to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have you waited so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come by you have come far&lt;br /&gt;Long since I saw you so how have you been&lt;br /&gt;Come sit with me at the bar&lt;br /&gt;How long since they told you that they had found him&lt;br /&gt;No one here knows my name&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my worries for one good thing&lt;br /&gt;But I remember you clearly&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that I used to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I was going away&lt;br /&gt;That you waited so long&lt;br /&gt;Was it because your fucking dreams&lt;br /&gt;Meant nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;That you waited so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It runs from the top of my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Into my hands&lt;br /&gt;What is it I have been drinking&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&apos;d lost you my brother&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so glad you came&lt;br /&gt;My regards to the ones that I love I miss them&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I love them I miss them&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please KILL ME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Omerta~ Katatonia</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Omerta~ Katatonia</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2006 02:09:47 GMT</pubDate>
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