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  <title>gil</title>
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  <updated>2005-04-10T05:14:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:foxayladay:12233</id>
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    <title>baby g/</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T05:14:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T05:14:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a desolate crossroads is symbolic of the upcoming birfdae. barely 18 years in the game, played thru the quarters...breathing still. i'm thankful for that breath of life which cools my skin and fills my mind with wishful thoughts. i feel the teeth coming in. wisdom precedes me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:foxayladay:12011</id>
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    <title>little boy blue played his horn.</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T06:28:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-27T06:28:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">2 du: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;just promise you'll say amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy easter sons of bitches...but more importantly, i'd like to acknowledge a most important date on the time line of my life. Gigglingly High i spurted out to many that i'd done the deed, sucked the cows teat: your preverbial jammin. 27 Marz 2002. i've been three years in the game now, and you know what? it often seems that way. with the Fucked and the Ones NOT to Fuck. dirty bitches, stay away. and when i say dirty bitches, i'm truly referring to the boys who sleep with them, therefore gettin me in the line of fire. i know how to kick nutsacs. Uou see i'm jaded now. a ruin in the moors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy it. but at a time, i did enjoy sneaking around for no reason...having steve's dad come downstairs mid-show, and concealing my thong in my pocket. yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was a good run. my very first time...Beatles, "Let it Be",and Steve giving me the most sincere look of his life..adding, "This is my new favorite song". i laughed a gasp of some of the most intriguingly significant air in my life, sprouting hormoes, getting endorfuns running, if only for that temptuously(does that fit? probably not) short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is drunk now. it's getting late but i'm fidgity. i love boys. i hate men. they get pussier as they age. probably because of fucked up girls like myself. &lt;br /&gt;at least...i was. till i reaped what i sewed of wassever du people say! baby just one more chance playin the wrong defense..baby just ooooone mooo chance fo meee (doo doo doo doo doo doo) ::Michael Jackson weaping song:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most appreciatingly to thoust who doth naught read this:&lt;br /&gt;G;L&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who lovest thine future owe lots of land in advance. Just dash away from the confine of coty life and dance dance dance</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:foxayladay:11586</id>
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    <title>the king's protege.</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T23:33:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T23:33:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Deep in the Heart of Texas</lj:music>
    <content type="html">no matter what i'm doing, when I recall the thought of the city of Sin, i will always think of Hunter. who better to share the story of the great American Trip?  over the past few weeks, images of an exuberant HST shooting rifles into the night is probably one of the most gratifying images i can think of. all i know is that meggy and g-baby(that'd be me) ain't faltering in the wake of death! for eons and eons, to our children's children's children...the stories of outlandish journies into the twisted world that IS america..will be recited with passion. another boyfriend to a troubled young girl, gone gone with the dust in the wind</content>
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    <title>foxayladay @ 2004-11-17T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T22:53:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i must get out of here&lt;br /&gt;i have to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get myself outta here</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:foxayladay:11258</id>
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    <title>watch the policeman and the taxman miss me...</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T00:07:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T00:07:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>crash test dummies-mmmm mmmm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...i'm mobile! beep beep.-the who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey. my brother is 16 this 16th of November. It's kind of disquieting to me. the kid's gone down the wrong path, and i can't help but blame my influence. i always tried to de-glorify the whole scene of debotchery; smoking and drinking and the likes. so much for my parents money wasted on notre dame. in my 12th year of education, my 4th of public. i feel thankful i've almost completed. here's to the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home movies.</content>
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    <title>love for lou reed</title>
    <published>2004-10-13T21:59:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-13T21:59:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jenny said when she was just five years old&lt;br /&gt;You know there's nothing happening at all&lt;br /&gt;Every time she puts on the radio&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing goin' down at all&lt;br /&gt;Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't believe what she heard at all&lt;br /&gt;She started dancin' to that fine fine music&lt;br /&gt;You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the amputations&lt;br /&gt;You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station</content>
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    <title>ok. here you go.</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T12:41:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T12:41:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[Intro - Lil' Jon (Pitbull)]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Lets go (Let's go)&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, we need all the ladies to hit the danceflo'&lt;br /&gt;(Dominicana) If you got a big ol' booty (Mexicana)&lt;br /&gt;And you like to set that motherfucker, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;Pitbull, Lil' Jon, Heey, Heey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Pitbull]&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que si, esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;hasme el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to the club, walk in then I&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to the bar, get drinks then I&lt;br /&gt;Pull up to a broad let her know what it is&lt;br /&gt;how it is, why it is, what it is, (Hey hey hey hey)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got time for no games, I'm hopin' mami that you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I got what you need to feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Here's my number call me when you're up for an even exchange&lt;br /&gt;FEEL ME, let me see you do that dirty dance, dirty dance&lt;br /&gt;Mami, feel me let me see you touch your toes&lt;br /&gt;or shake that thing and talk wit' your ass&lt;br /&gt;FEEL ME! all my chicos, all my Jamaicans&lt;br /&gt;(Put your hands up) all my haitians&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know I'mma rep' 'til the day that they kill me PULL UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Pitbull]&lt;br /&gt;Esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;hasme el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vesre Two - Pitbull (Lil' Jon)]&lt;br /&gt;Mami got the ass and thighs like Trina and J. Lo&lt;br /&gt;Multiply it she's off the chain&lt;br /&gt;off the glass, off the flip andd&lt;br /&gt;with a couple more drinks I'll be off the hip maaayn...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearin' her out and when I'm finished&lt;br /&gt;paramedics gon' be carryin' her out maaayn... (That's right)&lt;br /&gt;The night is young, and if you shave (Hey hey hey hey hey)&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you some of this mighty toungue heey..&lt;br /&gt;Be easy, go ahead please me, talk to me sleezy baby (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna freak, a monster in bed, last thing I need is a lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Pitbull (2X)]&lt;br /&gt;esa hevita esta enterita tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;esta tan linda, esta tan rica, tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;que rica chiquita, pero que importa si tiene tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;hasme el favor y meneate chica tienes tremendo CULO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro - Lil' Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Culo, hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, hey, hey shake that shit hey</content>
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    <title>a repetitive whoo-ing last night....</title>
    <published>2004-07-26T13:13:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-26T13:13:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...led me to repetitive dreams of christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am monday morning. darkness fell across the land. darby slept. i wonder what he dreams of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan was going to corning, unsure of whether or not he can pick me up at quarter after 12. more frightening than that? haven't heard a word of talk about what he plans to study. probably won't have to pay for it, seein that he only has a mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from one agrophobic to another, never use heroin kids.</content>
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    <title>%the magic christian% see it.</title>
    <published>2004-07-19T12:36:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-19T12:36:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">monday mornin. an i felt as stiff as ever. school sucks big balls in the summer but i reckon i need to keep my brain flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In younger days, I told myself my life would be my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd leave the place where sunshine never shone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my life's too short for waiting when I see the rising sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I know again that I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on till tomorow, there's no reason to look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on, carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the shadows of the clouds and onward to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on till I find the rainbow's end-Tom Evans and _________</content>
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    <title>an ode.</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T19:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T19:31:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i flipped when we passed the dreaded home of el jose whom i loved in some purple hazed aura. so i haven't seen him since jan 1st face to face. this is what we called venting children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;You've given me a wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that we used to do&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah, wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;You made me such a big star&lt;br /&gt;Being there at the right time&lt;br /&gt;Cheaper than a dime&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah, you've given me your wah-wah, wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't see me crying&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't hear me sighing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;And I know how sweet life can be&lt;br /&gt;If I keep myself free from the wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't see me crying&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, you don't hear me sighing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no no-no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't need no wah-wah's&lt;br /&gt;And I know how sweet life can be&lt;br /&gt;If I keep myself free - of wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no wah-wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah-wah (repeat and fade)</content>
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    <title>foxayladay @ 2004-07-17T22:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T02:50:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T02:50:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[i was} a witch of trouble in electric blue&lt;br /&gt;and in my own damn mind i was in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore.</content>
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    <title>:)</title>
    <published>2004-07-08T13:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-08T13:00:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mr robs replies to my emails more hastily than my lover. actually my love hardly replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha let's hear it for the underachiever makin an attempt at an ap class. mos you bitches aint got nothin on me nickuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>as they says in the hood, "my mans gone for half a fortnigh!" 1877?</title>
    <published>2004-06-30T16:29:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-30T16:29:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear daniel.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    today is wednesday. and somehow it seems you've&lt;br /&gt;been gone longer than you have been. i'm sure the&lt;br /&gt;times are passing swiftly. so have thine times, sir.&lt;br /&gt;what i mean to say is, i love you. in you i feel the&lt;br /&gt;glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reckonin about gettin clean. my dad signed me up&lt;br /&gt;for geo a in summer school, and when i woke up i&lt;br /&gt;called him and told him to sign me up but he already&lt;br /&gt;did in case. :) man i dunno, it's just that i dont&lt;br /&gt;wanna waste my life away and have lesss senior year. u&lt;br /&gt;kno u kno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stoned. on a summers morn. waitin for a bean&lt;br /&gt;burrito. or 2 plz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you think of me when you see the stars in your&lt;br /&gt;adirondack mountain thats dyin from scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;industrialization of="of" ny="ny" state="acid" rain="rain" killing="killing" wildlife="wildlife"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always dreamt of you my darling, my darling&lt;br /&gt;darling daniel whose eyes shine brighter than all the&lt;br /&gt;light in the world. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;?well i thought that was lovely? SLOWED REACTION TIMES WHILE EDITING=LIFE?</content>
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    <title>i used to be such a sweet sweet thing....</title>
    <published>2004-06-23T04:47:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-23T04:47:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...till they got a hold of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice cooper? thank you for this moment. you know the untouchable gifts of life? not weed. not necessarily felt when searching or defeating your dubious attempts at sucess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving for my first time on bambi hill, feelin the rush of the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the untouchable. like the way a guitar can enter my spine and hook my whole being up to a better space in time. for in the art of coincidence we exceed these plans and this "life". we journey on through the ages of the universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none better than the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could only reach to my love i'd say, let me sleep, for these days wash me up in a daze.</content>
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    <title>bill?</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T22:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T22:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i couldnt understand why one would want to 'kill bill'?! clintons a ladys man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-I-M-P 4 e. i wish men always had drive like that at that age. LET THE WANG LIVE ON FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps i love my boyfriends shaping. baaaaaahahahahaha. tis mine! all meeeein. heitzenshitz. or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is upon me.</content>
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    <title>after not writing for a month...</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T11:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T11:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A - Act your age- 5.5 baby 5.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Breast size - 36-38b hey meghan! we're boob sistahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate – uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name - Lindsey..ok..hes 50. Bing Crosby named his boy that so why not name YOURS the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential item - poncees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite singer – i have to go with paul. he brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or silver – gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown – elmira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play – i am not cool. but have a guitar. she aint lonely my dad plays her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title- mofockin penis ridin PoSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids - abort em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements – this nice lil crib-o that i dont pay fo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name - Clare ( with Out the i)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of people you've slept with – 5. okay? one of them doesnt even count. actually 2 dont even count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stays - the birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia - needles bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote you like – "and in the end.." ya'll know the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Religious affiliation – never again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings – little eenie meenie burrito who is 15 and 6'5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up – 7...until the end of this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Underwear of choice – none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you refuse to eat – BRUSSEL SPROUTS damn u germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit - smokiiiing stoges/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had – leg arm teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make – cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign – aries</content>
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    <title>after an afternoon....</title>
    <published>2004-05-07T22:42:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-07T22:42:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">of poor sportsmanship.....i found it just to thank jesus and the world for giving us LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL RANDOM UNIVERSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the plants that grow within.</content>
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    <title>early. quiet. and beautiful.</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T12:42:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T12:42:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it looked as if a storm were approaching. the smell of rain. mmm. i should write this down, as beecher said it'd do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jr thesis-presentation. i can use meghan..good. but what? i have time.</content>
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    <title>well theN</title>
    <published>2004-04-24T11:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-24T11:40:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just skimmed over my journal and i'm sorely disappointed with the dribble i wrot for you all to peruse over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;740am. the sun was shining, i'd already had my morning stoge. i wanted a bike ride. simple and solemn in the eyes of man.</content>
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    <title>now that was strange.</title>
    <published>2004-04-04T15:16:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-04T15:16:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life evolved the a long vine of coincidence and collective will. &lt;br /&gt;who's? i'm not sure. but alas. marley and bailey were in my kitchen when i came home from dan's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneaky little bastards. but i wasnt pissed. almost completely out of it. but not pissed. so i says, lets go smoke. and we broke out the chairs. and all the boys were silent. and the girls kept laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know when it was...but i rightly lost all respect for girls that tended to experiment with sex (now i think that might even include myself). they weren't whores. and they were young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kind of opened my eyes. whether or not they dig me to the fullest. i aint mad at cha.</content>
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    <title>mama told me not to come</title>
    <published>2004-04-04T02:13:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-04T02:13:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it was a fine day. a fine day to be pissed off. it wasnt of much importance. i have to do laundry</content>
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    <title>this is how it would've happened.</title>
    <published>2004-03-28T14:04:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-28T14:04:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if i could forever embrace the bad with the good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be so full of angst. there is talk about; of the world in shambles. apocolypse. i don't believe it. i have done nothing of the sort to deserve a hault in my journey! i will not be countered. i will not get lost in the torrent.</content>
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    <title>crackhead</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T23:13:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T23:13:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;First car: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;First real date: uhhh....getting drunk or harry potter?&lt;br /&gt;First real kiss: dan&lt;br /&gt;First real break-up: joe&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: elmgillian&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: my uncles when i have 6 mos&lt;br /&gt;First pets: dibby dabby darby&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: ears&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: never&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: uhh everyone&lt;br /&gt;First big trip: nc&lt;br /&gt;First musician you remember hearing in your house: michael jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: hilly yesterday with bobby &lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: dan. &lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: last week?&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: dazed&amp;confused on tv censored. its great&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: sierra mist&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: fish, duh its friday&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: joe&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: kevin unfortunately &lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: this morning&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: gray adidas&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played: roots&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: george clinton&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: my life&lt;br /&gt;Last disappointment: 20 year old men! again the same.&lt;br /&gt;Last time having sex: 330? before mama cesari came upstairs :)&lt;br /&gt;Last time wanting to die: 430? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: beatles&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: livejournal..hmmmmmm?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:foxayladay:6167</id>
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    <title>it just rightly was.</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T23:06:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T23:06:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">they weren't cool.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;and i was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;because something i once had.&lt;br /&gt;is no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hang at cunninghams, yeah. before dan. after dan. whatever. i tried coricidin and drank beer and barfed. it was fun when you're fucked. but then i remember the chain of events that led me back to joe. into a deeper realm of insanity...and coincidentally, away from all of cunninghams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a cynical bastard. i should have been a boy. being a girl is just too easy. i was just too easy. i let to much freedom into my head. emptiness. after i vent all this. i don't feel so much jealousy. i hated the stupid girls, and yes, they were all very stupid. missy included i'm afraid. but they all got what they deserved and got on with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got just what i deserved and still had the woman of my life.</content>
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    <title>n-gga wha? n-gga who?</title>
    <published>2004-03-08T22:23:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-08T22:23:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sexiest man alive.</content>
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