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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 05:03:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 04:22:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>three things meme</title>
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  <description>I know...I never post anymore. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Shannon ( if I have to )&lt;br /&gt;2. Munchflower&lt;br /&gt;3. Claire ( but only one person ever gets to call me that )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Jobs I have had in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Graphic artist&lt;br /&gt;2. Food service ( most of my jobs )&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;2. Oregon&lt;br /&gt;3. Orygun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Favorite Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHAI!&lt;br /&gt;2. COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;3. Diet pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to watch CSI a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. I watch the venture bros when it&apos;s available&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to watch Metalocalypse on my pc. I really don&apos;t watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ohio&lt;br /&gt;2. New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;3. Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheesy cheese cheese.&lt;br /&gt;2. Steak&lt;br /&gt;3. Spinach and artichoke anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three friends I think will respond:&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pets that I&apos;ve had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cats&lt;br /&gt;2. Dogs&lt;br /&gt;3. Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I want to visit before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;2. France&lt;br /&gt;3. Ohio</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 07:01:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 19:52:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bittersweet</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;She pulls another name, this time&lt;br /&gt;from the dead,&lt;br /&gt;and turns to me in that way that parents do&lt;br /&gt;so you feel embarrassed or ashamed of something.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic? she says,&lt;br /&gt;reading the name out loud, slowly,&lt;br /&gt;so I am aware of each syllable, each vowel&lt;br /&gt;wrapping around the bones like new muscle,&lt;br /&gt;the sound of that person&amp;rsquo;s body&lt;br /&gt;and how reckless it is,&lt;br /&gt;how careless that his name is in one pile and not the other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a moment yesterday, listening to a song, and I couldn&apos;t figure out why the song struck such a chord in me until it dawned on me that Mad and I have not, in fact, always been together. It seemed strange and suddenly painful to realize that he hasn&apos;t always been a part of me. Feels like it tho. I am grateful for it. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;14&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 01:02:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>utterly crap pictures of an utterly fantastic hat</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006fq9x/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006fq9x/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also my cleavage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006g634/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006g634/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to wear the crap out this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006h6y5/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006h6y5/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son is a total camwhore. I can&apos;t even turn on the webcam without him demanding I take pictures or videos of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you siyu!!!!! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:42:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bitches, please....</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s stock photography. They sell it. You know why? So people will use it. Crazy, I know...but it&apos;s TRUE! Me? I bought some, with a license! And you know what I did? I USED&amp;nbsp;IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmyfuckinggod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve worked as hard as anyone to prevent content theft in sl, to the point where I no longer give a flying fuck about getting ripped off. I&apos;ve even considered a life of pure piracy as they do so little to prevent it. But alas...my scruples will not allow it. After five a half years there, I run out of ideas sometimes. So I used stock photography. Which, again, is sold for the purpose of being used. Like clip art. It&apos;s fucking amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 02:35:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well I ordered the tattoo shite. My daughter is, as always, convinced that this will somehow ruin her life. I need to find some way to get her involved that&apos;ll make her realize I&apos;m not like my neighbour, doing back alley tats out of her living room with no autoclave. That I&apos;m serious. &lt;br /&gt;And if she doesn&apos;t oh well. I can only put so much of my own life on hold, and this isn&apos;t one of those things I&apos;m willing to compromise on. I&apos;ll take pictures of my pathetic attempts on practice skin for all y&apos;all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nit, I owe you a badass birthday tattoo. I love you madly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 03:47:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it&apos;s my bnirthday tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m fucking crunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 05:28:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My birthday is sunday. Just sayin&apos;.</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 19:50:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Dentist finally called, YAY. LL closed my island transfer ticket because they&apos;re fucking DUMB and one little thing wasn&apos;t in place, so instead of NOTIFYING&amp;nbsp;me, they just closed it. So now the island transfer won&apos;t go through on time. I could seriously hurt them. I&apos;ll have to see if he can just transfer the money to me instead, because I really cannot afford it again this month. I&apos;m a bit too medicated to care much about anything tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 00:30:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh I&apos;m tired. And my retardedly reliable dentist for some reason responded to none of the three pages I sent, so i gave up and left a message on their normal phone to see if I could get in monday. I don&apos;t really want to be in heinous pain for two more days but....I&apos;ve kinda reached the end of what I can do there. I refuse to see a different dentist. My tooth has crossed the border into hurtsville and I am unhappeh. Also tired because it was apparently a good night for nightmares last night. Not mine, mind you. I&apos;m the one that gets to be the comforter, and I kinda dig that. But it does leave me tired when comforting is required at 3 and 6 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and ordered hot wing pizza tonight for dinner. I couldn&apos;t afford it but god it sounded like pure orgasm, and it so was. I got a big one so I could eat leftovers for the next two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the grindhouse shite done and now I have to pull some magic out of my ass for the diamond dogs show. But I work very proficiently under pressure. Mad says I put myself under pressure on purpose. Maybe he&apos;s right. I prefer not to work at all unless I&apos;ve got a deadline.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m delightfully full and I SO want a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 15:25:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Genius Of The Crowd - Charles Bukowski</title>
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there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 02:03:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bleh</title>
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  <description>So I spent almost three hours sitting in a theatre waiting for the point where watchmen started to kick ass. By the end of it, it had dawned on me, strangely, that it wasn&apos;t ever going to. I don&apos;t get it. Why in the world would they downplay all the really intense serious parts? And did we really need to see Dr Manhattan&apos;s GIANT BLUE PEENER FOR HALF THE MOVIE? He&apos;s naked! We get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the fuck would you bring your four year old to that movie, for christ sake&apos;s people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool to have a little downtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Now back to doing something else.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 19:26:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh yes...goodbye...</title>
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  <description>&lt;h1 style=&quot;margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Henry rollins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So it occured to me yesterday that I&apos;d never even heard the original version of Tomorrow Wendy by Andy Prieboy ( yes, it&apos;s a cover ) and so I went to youtube to see if I could find it, and I did, and it&apos;s awesome. &lt;br /&gt;But then I accidentaly clicked on this link and got this 70 year old australian dude singing tomorrow wendy. And I was like - holy fucking shit. This dude rocks the fuck out of this song. It&apos;s kinda blah til the chorus but then his whole body changes and he bitch slaps that song like an angry pimp. And I am grateful for having to seek out these weird little gems. And so, I share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the rockin&apos; old dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;12&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you&apos;re interested, Andy Prieboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;13&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 03:56:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>thank you</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif&quot;&gt;I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nit. You know for what. It&apos;s never ever easy to accept help, I&apos;m no exception to the rule there. But I do thank you. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 06:38:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>For my son</title>
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  <description>&amp;quot;Bedecked&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Redel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it&amp;rsquo;s wrong the scarlet nails my son sports or the toy&lt;br /&gt;store rings he clusters four jewels to each finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;rsquo;s bedecked. I see the other mothers looking at the star&lt;br /&gt;choker, the rhinestone strand he fastens over a sock.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I help him find sparkle clip-ons when he says&lt;br /&gt;sticker earrings look too fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I should teach him it&amp;rsquo;s wrong to love the glitter that a&lt;br /&gt;boy&amp;rsquo;s only a boy who&amp;rsquo;d love a truck with a remote that revs,&lt;br /&gt;battery slamming into corners or Hot Wheels loop-de-looping&lt;br /&gt;off tracks into the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me it&amp;rsquo;s fine - really - maybe even a good thing - a boy&lt;br /&gt;who&amp;rsquo;s got some girl to him,&lt;br /&gt;and I&amp;rsquo;m right for the days he wears a pink shirt on the seesaw in&lt;br /&gt;the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you need to tell me but keep far away from my son&lt;br /&gt;who still loves a beautiful thing not for what it means -&lt;br /&gt;this way or that - but for the way facets set off prisms and&lt;br /&gt;prisms spin up everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and from his own jeweled body he&amp;rsquo;s cast rainbows - made every&lt;br /&gt;shining true color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try to tell me - man or woman - your heart was ever once&lt;br /&gt;that brave.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 07:15:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Five and a half minute hallway</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll always want you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3258905733_50eedbdb5b_m.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 370px; height: 370px;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll always need you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/3258905437_c9114e407b_m.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 365px; height: 327px;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll always love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3259737574_d8b276a196_m.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 391px; height: 391px;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will ALWAYS&amp;nbsp;( always ) miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 20:35:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I fucking love you, Obama. Just sayin&apos;.</title>
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  <description>&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090204/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bailout_executive_pay&quot;&gt;Obama caps executive pay tied to bailout money - Yahoo! News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006dd1c/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;289&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/munchflower/pic/0006dd1c/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 00:30:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yes I know what you think of me,  you never SHUT UP.</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;Excuse me but can I be you for a while....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s my fifth rez-day in sl today. I got bronchtis for my rez day! What did you get?&lt;br /&gt;I got a son who is very sick and has hardly been out of bed in the past 24 hours. I got a fever and vomiting from coughing so hard. I got a daughter who blames me for ruining her life because her brother and I are very sick and we are NO&amp;nbsp;FUN.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I got a mother who took my daughter out and about for the day so he and I could rest and be no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an inhaler, antibiotics, and vicodin cough syrup. I got some laundry and dishes done and I got no sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got shakes and twitches and headaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a strong suspicion that if god exists that he just doesn&apos;t give a shit. But I&apos;ve never lived a very pious or devoted life for him either. I&apos;ve got nothing he wants and lately...he&apos;s got nothing I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pain in my ribs as big as the overinflated head on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a strong urge to get some drinkage and go back to laying down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 19:02:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Meme</title>
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  <description>Got this from Jennyfur, posted it on facebook but thought I&apos;d put it here too since it was interesting and a little weird. Private Dancer wtf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. Put your iTunes (or iPod or iPhone or iAnything) on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt; 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt; 3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt; 4. Tag 10 (or so) friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Add a pic that you think represents you at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; IF SOMEONE SAYS &amp;quot;IS THIS OKAY&amp;quot; YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt; Mortal Kombat Theme ( hah )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt; Become an Angel - In Strict Confidence&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt; Vater Unser - Nina Hagen ( I like jesus? )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt; Is There Anybody Out There - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt; Diary of a Dope Fiend - Marylin Manson ( again...hah )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt; Gypsies Tramps and Thieves - Cher&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt; Private Dancer - Tina Turner ( I don&apos;t think so...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt; Die with You - Blutengel&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt; Love the Giver - Claire Voyant ( you&apos;re a giver! )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt; An Attempt To Tip the Scales - Bright Eyes ( go fig )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt; It&apos;s Kiss! - Henry Rollins ( man...not even going there )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt; Cry For The Weeper - Sunn O)))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt; The Curse Of Millhaven - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds ( that couldn&apos;t be more perfect )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt; Joey - Concrete Blonde ( only I die a drunk... )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt; The Attic - Seabound&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt; Object In The Rear View Mirror - Meat Loaf ( so many ways I could take this )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt; Kiddie Grinder - Marylin Manson&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT&apos;S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt; One Day Without - Keren Ann&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt; If You Leave - OMD ( I regret the breakfast club, totally )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt; Walk This World - Heather Nova ( no clue )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt; Lola - The Kinks ( drag queens always make me weep. )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt; O Fortuna - Carl Orff ( o.O )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt; Rain - Switchblade Symphony ( like drag queens...it must somehow upset me. )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt; Nearly Lost You - Screaming Trees ( is that a yes or a no... )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt; Standing Outside a Broken Telephone Booth - Primitive Radio Gods&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt; Fist of Love - Big Black ( no comment. )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt; Bandito Sunrise - Ghoultown</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 00:38:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well...that&apos;s that. Life has officially backed me into a corner. Millhaven must go. I had to borrow a considerable sum of money from my mother today just to keep from going totally under. And a friend sent me some too. And I am grateful. More than I can ever say.&amp;nbsp; I detest having to ask for money. It makes me feel like ass. I had no choice, however. So if anyone knows anyone who wants to buy a sim before the 20th of next month, let me know. If not I&apos;ll be releasing it back to the worthless Lindens just to keep from paying tier on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bills have become ridiculous. I&apos;m more than struggling just to make ends meet and there&apos;s no jobs here. I now have little choice but to ride this to it&apos;s death throes and hope that something gives somewhere and it&apos;s not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s hoping child support kicks in at the end of this month and that I find a way to dig my sorry ass out of this mess I&apos;ve fallen into.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 07:51:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>dreams</title>
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  <description>Can&apos;t remember much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad and I were, as I always am in dreams, going SOMEWHERE, but I don&apos;t know where. I was pregnant, somehow. The fetus, as it was, came early. Very early. It was about a month old fetus, tho Dr Cate Blanchett told me it was a three month old fetus and they hooked her up to a little respirator and she lived in a birth control pill case and her name was Sandra. I didn&apos;t name her, I would never name a child sandra. After about two weeks of us aimlessly running around on whatever this mission was I got called back to the doctor and was told that I had to take Sandra home now, she would be fine in her tiny tiny little tiny carrying case with her tiny tiny little respirator or whatever, so I went and got her and then somewhere along the line I left her in a women&apos;s bathroom and I got all distressed because well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow she was my fetus on a respirator. And therefore my responsibility. So away we went back to this place to get Sandra and Delora showed up and she was all getting on my case about being irresponsible with my fetus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not even sure where Mad was. Waiting for me to return with this fetus that I guess he must&apos;ve fathered but it didn&apos;t really seem like it was either of ours. We just had to take care of it or whatever. I don&apos;t remember how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 08:18:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 04:03:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>christmas part DEUX</title>
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  <description>I stole this from jennyfur and I never post anymore just lurk and Im really really tired cos this is like christmas part two and i have to do this all over again tomorrow and I&apos;m very tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you&apos;d never done before? &lt;br /&gt;Voted for a black presidential candidate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year&apos;s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t make resolutions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think so this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? &lt;br /&gt;Just my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;Economic stability. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? &lt;br /&gt;Election night... um...today was pretty spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;br /&gt;Keeping my head above water, albeit barely. Not giving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? &lt;br /&gt;Economic struggles. Medical struggles. I should&apos;ve planned my money out a lot better when I had money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;br /&gt;always, duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? &lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever buy stuff for me, I can&apos;t remember if I bought the engagement rings this year but those were really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;br /&gt;Cam, he&apos;s perpetually awesome. Mad, Sol, Nit, my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? &lt;br /&gt;My own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go? &lt;br /&gt;Medical bills, debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;br /&gt;Going to ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008? &lt;br /&gt;DISTURBIAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: &lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? sadder and happier. &lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? thinner strangely....&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? way way poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you&apos;d done more of? &lt;br /&gt;I wish I&apos;d planned out my finances better in former years. I wish I&apos;d told more people to fuck off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you&apos;d done less of? &lt;br /&gt;Freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;With the kids, with mum and pat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who did you spend the most time on the phone with? &lt;br /&gt;Mad, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;Several times over. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands? &lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez, tons. Like...every night. Sometimes six or seven guys at once. Then girls. Then furries. No, fuck, I never even leave my house unless it&apos;s to get groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program? &lt;br /&gt;Still CSI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn&apos;t hate this time last year? &lt;br /&gt;I save hate for serious occassions. There&apos;s a couple people that have definately fallen out of favor tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read? &lt;br /&gt;STIFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery? &lt;br /&gt;Devotchka again, Firewater, Ghoultown, Finn Riggins, The National Lights...I could go on and on. Lots of new music this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get? &lt;br /&gt;To visit Mad some, spend time with the kids, to take a bath once without the kids walking in and bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get? &lt;br /&gt;I dont&apos; want for much. I want stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;br /&gt;Lord. Dark Knight maybe. Fido wasn&apos;t this year but it was the funniest thing I&apos;ve seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;br /&gt;31. And I didn&apos;t do much of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? &lt;br /&gt;Hm. I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;Slacker tired mom. Jeans and tee shirts. Funky socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane? &lt;br /&gt;Mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;br /&gt;nathan explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;br /&gt;The election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss? &lt;br /&gt;Mad. Old friends. I didn&apos;t get to go to slcc and I miss seeing a lot of people I only ever got to see there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met ?&lt;br /&gt;Ivey and Rob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008: &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t walk around naked in the dark in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to make it through this year...if it kills me.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 16:54:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>there really aren&apos;t any words....except FABULOUS.</title>
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