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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 22:36:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>june 13 2005 Hahahahaha</title>
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  <description>afterschool, today, my mom picked me and manna up and took us to chili&apos;s. we ate. we threw food at each other, and excersised our inside-joke muscles with Tony Little&apos;s Gazelle. He sold it to us using the Television and all of its mystical far-view powers (but its all Greek to me!). He cut thru all the horsehockey and showed us what was real. Like cahrles manson, he was no leader- he just said what was true, and we all followed. He may have hinted that he was Jesus, but we all knew he really was! i mean, would Jesus have to come out and say it? I shot a black man yesterday. He said that i would pay for all the wrong-doings my people have put on record and lp, and i just shot him. i did it in cold blood, and i took his brain, as a souveneir. I figured that he didnt really need it. later that afternoon, as i was watching the brain, trying to figure out how to make a hanging fern basket out of it, his soul floated high above the glass coffee table in the middle of my room, and it spoke to me. &lt;br /&gt;the soul said: &quot;hark! do not fear, for i am the soul of JaVonJefferson Tyree Thieron. I have come to inquire as to why you shot me in the arm.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;i replied, stonily (i was talking to a soul, you gotta show &apos;em who&apos;s boss if ya wanna keep the brains!): &quot;i shot you in the arm because my hand slipped. i was aiming for the neck.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;the soul&apos;s answer, a little puzzled: &quot;that wasnt the..i meant, why did you shoot me at all?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;to which i said: &quot;i knew not the answer to the question which was asked. Who really knows why white people hate black people? i think it has to do with the medulla oblongata.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The soul, sucka: &quot;well, you didnt have to shoot me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;the soul-sucka: &quot;you didnt have to tell me i&apos;d pay for the recordings which my forefathers capitalized off of.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;the soulja: &quot;touche, touche indeed.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;ya chustvuyu zapah mahzgov: &quot;now we&apos;re clear?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;JaVonJefferson Tyree: &quot;no, not really. i&apos;m afraid i still dont understand.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly: &quot;i aint ask you to, homie.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i shot him again. i shot his soul, this time, though. Which, i must be an excellent marksman, because i shot a soul. its a terrible thing, i did. but you know, i was getting tired of him, and i was getting tired in general. so itook a few muscle relaxers, had a cheap light beer, and stretched out in the lay-z-boy with the brain in the jar. i silently wondered if the brain was grey because the guy was black. like, is a native american&apos;s brain pink, because that&apos;s a lighter version of red? i dont know what my brain looks like. what&apos;s a lighter shade of white? what would happen if we were all the same brain-colour? what would happen if we all ahd different ones, according to which gang we favoured? we wouldnt have to belong, cause white peiople dont generally join gangs. at least not the good white people. so, im sitting there, with a brain, its starting to smell a little. i decide i should disinfect it. i take the greatest care in placing it in the dishwasher. when it comes out, its not the same- its all hard. so i soak it in some re-squish fluid, and its as good as new. its only about midnight, by now, and i decide that i cant sleep anymore. i take JaVonJefferson&apos;s brain to the local pub and i introduce him to all the ladies. surprisingly, a brain is very similar to a puppy, when it comes to magnetizing chicks. they all wanted to touch the brain i had brought in. i said: &quot;this brain used to belong to a...BLACK MAN. i killed him earlier today.&quot; i could hear them all thinking, &quot;ill bet he had a HUGE cock.&quot; and i answer them, without even thinking about it: &quot;yeah, he did. i should have taken that, too.&quot; before all the words were out, i could tell i had said the exact opposite of whatever i was expected to say. my secret was out! they all knew immediately! the brain gave me special, telepathinc powers. was i endowed with other psychic/physical powers with which i had not been previously endowed?! HAD THE BRAIN TRANSFORMED ME INTO A SUPER-HUMAN???!!! one could only hope. so, i travelled back to my home with the mucho-quickness, i tried to open the lock with my mind. it worked! it really worked! jsut when i thought things couldnt get any wilder, i opened my refridgerator door and there was an entire roasted pig, with all the fixin&apos;s! i giggle, and eat. i offer some to the brain, but he politely refuses (some brains choose not to eat meat, you know- its his decision, and i respect that). when i walk back over to the reclining chair, i sit down and tuck the brain under my arm and i says to him, i says: &quot;brain, youse and me&apos;s gon&apos; be goooood freyends.&quot; and jsut then, the soul comes back! and the soul says &quot;you shot me, which un-redeems you. im a-takin&apos; all them powers back from you.&quot; so he did. i got to keep the brain, though.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 22:29:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A little less than a year ago</title>
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  <description>&quot;i just think theyre both dumb, and theyre both assholes. so i guess that speaks volumes about me and my taste in boys. you can refresh my memory on this when josh and i arent together, and i call him the same thing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty funny, so I thought I&apos;d share.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 05:18:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Haaayyy</title>
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  <description>So, I just read a crapload of old entries, and I was a little (a lot) crazy in high school. I can&apos;t explain how thankful I am that God finally got a hold on me and turned me around. Even afterward, it took a little while for Him to make me un-crazy. WEEEEIIRRRD. Did any of you know? I have the most amazing friends. And also, the most amazing husband. He goes to Alaska, though, sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to get skinny. Or at least, less fat before I get pregnant again. I want to be able to wear a two-piece bathing suit with a giant baby belly. I know it&apos;s gross, but I want to do it. I, personally, don&apos;t like pregnant bellies. They look gross, but it&apos;s amazing and I love it. As long as I don&apos;t have to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should actually write in this again! Or a notebook. A notebook would be better. I miss carrying one, because I often think things that I want to remember but forget to write down. I want to get back into writing so that when I sit down and decide to blog about something it&apos;s actually interesting to read. I used to could write about eggs or cupcakes and make it worth reading. I liked it, and I, for whatever reason, have problems doing it, now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Practice on tuesdaaaayyy</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2006 22:38:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i got glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/princessjimlovesbilly/glasses.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oscar is hardcore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 02:18:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i jsut so worried about her. everytime i think about it i cry. no kidding. im so...just scared, cause i feel like i lost her, and we&apos;re never going to see her again. you know, it wont be long until i have a whole new set of friends, and no one knows who im talking about anymore. and...she could be there for years. YEARS. can you even imagine that? being away from your home for years with no one..i should send her a letter with her mom. maybe she&apos;d like that. i dont even know what to think.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Apr 2006 01:10:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a bunch of gay shiz for my car&lt;br /&gt;  *hawaiian seat covers(red)&lt;br /&gt;  *hawaiian steering wheel cover (red)&lt;br /&gt;  *black dice (lock knobs)&lt;br /&gt;  *fuzzy dice&lt;br /&gt;  *jesus fish&lt;br /&gt;  *special ordered LeBra&lt;br /&gt;  *hula girl&lt;br /&gt;*pearl jam (vs.)&lt;br /&gt;*hole (celebrity skin)&lt;br /&gt;*bright eyes (lifted or yadda yadda yadda)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Apr 2006 01:12:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 00:19:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;ONE YEAR, BITCHES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#333399&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;and look at my gorgeous ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/princessjimlovesbilly/IM000895.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/princessjimlovesbilly/IM000893.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white gold, aquamarine. i love it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 02:55:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>We´ve been together for so very long&lt;br /&gt;But now things are changing, oh I wonder what&apos;s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Seems you don&apos;t want me around&lt;br /&gt;The passion is gone and the flame&apos;s died down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lost a little bit of self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;That time that you made it with the whole hockey team&lt;br /&gt;You used to think I was nice&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell all your friends that I&apos;m the Antichrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why did you disconnect the brakes on my car?&lt;br /&gt;That kind of thing is hard to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Got a funny feeling you don&apos;t love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we were having problems when&lt;br /&gt;You put those piranhas in my bathtub again&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still the light of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I´m beggin&apos;, won´t you put down that knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I even think it&apos;s kinda cute the way&lt;br /&gt;You poison my coffee just a little each day&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the way that you laughed&lt;br /&gt;When you pushed me down the elevator shaft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you don&apos;t mind me asking, what&apos;s this poisonous cobra&lt;br /&gt;Doing in my underwear drawer?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get to thinking you don&apos;t love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill&lt;br /&gt;Now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will&lt;br /&gt;You set my house on fire&lt;br /&gt;You pulled out my chest hairs with an old pair of pliers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you think I&apos;m ugly and you say I&apos;m cheap&lt;br /&gt;You shaved off my eyebrows while I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;You drilled a hole in my head&lt;br /&gt;Then you dumped me in a drainage ditch and left me for dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know this really isn&apos;t like you at all&lt;br /&gt;You never acted this way before&lt;br /&gt;Honey, something tells me you don&apos;t love me&lt;br /&gt;Anymore, oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Got a funny feeling you don&apos;t love me anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 18:51:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>once upon a time, &lt;br /&gt;&quot;woman&quot; was a special thing to be.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;woman&quot; was power&lt;br /&gt;&quot;woman&quot; was beauty&lt;br /&gt;&quot;woman&quot; was birth&lt;br /&gt;&quot;woman&quot; was exaltation.&lt;br /&gt;but when &quot;wife&quot; means &lt;br /&gt;&quot;servant&quot;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else, &lt;br /&gt;its difficult to &lt;br /&gt;celebrate what you were born into.&lt;br /&gt;born into curves&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;maybe even beauty-&lt;br /&gt;it really doesnt mean anything, &lt;br /&gt;when truthfully, one woman has never been &lt;br /&gt;entirely enough&lt;br /&gt;for one man.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 03:20:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>At home, drawing pictures of mountaintops with him on top-&lt;br /&gt;lemon-yellow sun, arms raised in a &quot;v&quot;-&lt;br /&gt;while the dead lay in pools of maroon below&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn&apos;t give attention to the fact that Mommy didn&apos;t care&lt;br /&gt;King Jeremy the Wicked ruled his world&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Clearly i remember picking on the boy, &lt;br /&gt;he seemed a harmless little fuck.&lt;br /&gt;But, we unleashed a lion- he gnashed his teeth &lt;br /&gt;and bit the recess lady&apos;s breast.&lt;br /&gt;How could i forget?&lt;br /&gt;Hit me with a surprise left,&lt;br /&gt;my jaw left hurtin&apos; and dropped down just like the day,&lt;br /&gt;oh, the day i heard.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy didn&apos;t give affection, oh-&lt;br /&gt;and the boy was something Mommy wouldn&apos;t wear.&lt;br /&gt;King Jeremy the Wicked ruled his world&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy spoke in class today&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget this, try to erase this from the blackboard.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 02:15:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 01:42:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Busted flat in Baton Rouge,&lt;br /&gt;Headed for the trains.&lt;br /&gt;I was feelin&apos; nearly as faded as my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby thumbed a diesel down,&lt;br /&gt;Just before it rained;&lt;br /&gt;Took us all the way to New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,&lt;br /&gt;And was blowin&apos; sad while Bobby sang the blues.&lt;br /&gt;With them windshield wipers slappin time, and Bobby clappin hands,&lt;br /&gt;We finally sang up every song that driver knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&apos;s just another word for nothin&apos; left to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Nothin&apos; ain&apos;t worth nothin&apos; but it&apos;s free.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin&apos; good was easy, lord when Bobby sang the blues,&lt;br /&gt;And feelin&apos; good was good enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,&lt;br /&gt;Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Standin&apos; right beside me lord through everything I done,&lt;br /&gt;And every night she kept me from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere near Salinas, lord I let her slip away,&lt;br /&gt;Lookin&apos; for that home I hope she finds.&lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Holdin&apos; Bobby&apos;s body next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&apos;s just another word for nothin&apos; left to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Nothin&apos; left is all she left for me.&lt;br /&gt;Feelin&apos; good was easy, lord, when Bobby sang the blues,&lt;br /&gt;And feelin&apos; good was good enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 18:47:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so, does anyone have echo&apos;s screenname? cause she&apos;s really dumb. and i dont like it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 23:52:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel so crappy. im tired, and my back hurts, and-hormoneally- im unstable. naturally, this would be the day that the kids were the worst, and the day the assistant director of the daycare would be replacing stephanie when she got sick -which, of course, means she was the adult staff member on duty,a nd i was supposed to help her. she must have seen me lightly slap around the kids who misbehaved (not badly, just in the sot of way that you grab their arm to tell &apos;em you mean business), and heard me yelling at them. but come on- everyone knows that savannah&apos;s crackhead mama doesnt take care of her damn kids- and we had em both this evening. however, a first- savannah got a spanking from her mommy in the bathroom, and was forced to hug and apologise to me. it was pretty nice. maybe things will get a little better in regards to Mowgli. i dont know. but im damn near sick of stupid whiny kids. except taylor, she&apos;s the best. and Jayni- she&apos;s pretty cool, she just doesnt listen worth a damn. ashleigh&apos;s a liar, jason is a baby (who decides he&apos;d rather play a few mintues longer, and then be ostracized rather than warn us he has to poopoo), and luke is depressed.  i dont know. theyre pretty good kids, emma speaks in the third person- but only part of the time. &quot;dont drop emma!&quot; &quot;emma hold you.&quot; its a pretty good job, but it pays six an hour. ill work on tuesday, since i really dont wanna go to candi&apos;s house with the rest of the school; and wednesday, since school is closed and daycare isnt. i dont know, josh hasnt said whether i can go with him on thanksgiving, but i kind of need to know, so i can make plans to just stay home if i cant. im NOT going to sam and andy&apos;s, because i dont want to watch their kids, and i dont want to spend hours away from my house with nothing to do. i cant sleep at someone else&apos;s house, you know. i dont even...grah. i jsut want to like, talk to josh, and then go to sleep, like every other night. that&apos;s all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 23:17:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>When I was a young lass, my grandparents (paternal) raised Appaloosas on their MIssissippi ranch. There were two mares, and two ponies. One year, I was about ten, a mare gave birth to a colt, whom they named after their first-born grandbaby- moi. The colt&apos;s name was &quot;King&apos;s Court,&quot; which played into both my name and the other horses&apos; name theme (Duchess, Empress). I dont know what happened to Ol&apos; King&apos;s Court, but the ponies (Squirrel, Mouse, whose named was later changed to Monsieur) and Duchess died. Empress is still with us, but she doesnt give a damn if you dont ahve a bucket in your hand. I wistled for her over the summer, and she gave me a contemtuous look.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 23:01:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;War is Peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freedom is Slavery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignorance is Strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:07:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>well, that was really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my baby.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2005 03:06:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I committed suicide: id never forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I said I liked you: i already knew that, duh!&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you: blush&lt;br /&gt;I lived next door to you: that would be so freaking awesome&lt;br /&gt;I started smoking: i dont know, id get over it&lt;br /&gt;I stole something: i dont think youd be very good at stealing..&lt;br /&gt;I was hospitalized: id steal my own car and go see you every day&lt;br /&gt;I ran away from home: say you could live with me&lt;br /&gt;I got into a fight and you weren&apos;t there: ask for all the details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: i love it&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: theyre pretty&lt;br /&gt;Face: im jealous of your forehead, and im mad at you for not liking your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Hair: im jealous of it, too&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: i like them, i totally stole your style. that damn polo..i couldnt resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM &lt;br /&gt;01 Who are you? courtnally&lt;br /&gt;02 Are we friends? yes&lt;br /&gt;03 When and how did we meet? church last year, i guess&lt;br /&gt;04 How have I affected you? youre definitely like, my best friend &lt;br /&gt;05 What do you think of me? i think youre amazing&lt;br /&gt;06 What&apos;s the fondest memory you have of me? uh, i dont know. this changes every day (but right now, im thinking the couch)&lt;br /&gt;07 How long do you think we will be friends or enemies? for a long time, i hope. at least til you move to oregon and i move to montana&lt;br /&gt;08 Do you love me? yes&lt;br /&gt;09 Have I ever hurt you? just when you...do bad stuff&lt;br /&gt;10 Would you hug me? yeah&lt;br /&gt;11 Would you kiss me? totally if like, i didnt think it would weird you out.&lt;br /&gt;12 Are we close? yeah, i like to think so&lt;br /&gt;13 Emotionally, what stands out? your sensitivity and caring&lt;br /&gt;14 Do you wish I was cooler? no, you oculdnt be cooler&lt;br /&gt;15 On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? 12&lt;br /&gt;16 Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. tiffally, duh&lt;br /&gt;17 Am I loveable? yes&lt;br /&gt;18 How long have you known me? um...a few weeks? well, you know. &lt;br /&gt;19 Describe me in one word. tiffany&lt;br /&gt;20 What was your first impression? youre really nice&lt;br /&gt;21 Do you still think that way about me now? yes &lt;br /&gt;22 What do you think my weakness is? caring too much&lt;br /&gt;23 Do you think I&apos;ll get married? yes&lt;br /&gt;24 What about me makes you happy? youre really cute&lt;br /&gt;25 What about me makes you sad? well, you know&lt;br /&gt;26 What reminds you of me? 90&apos;s pop&lt;br /&gt;27 What&apos;s something you would change about me? id make you not sad&lt;br /&gt;28 How well do you know me? pretty well, i guess. i dont really know&lt;br /&gt;29 Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn&apos;t? no&lt;br /&gt;30 Do you think I would kill someone? yes,and i hope its korey- but we all do&lt;br /&gt;31 Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you? no, cause i dont feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD U?&lt;br /&gt;[x] go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] give me your number?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] let me kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;[x] watch a movie with me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] let me take you out to dinner?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] let me drive you somewhere i dont trust you behind the wheel of a motor vehicle (remember all those tv shows about road rage?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have a fling with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hit me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sing car karaoke w/ me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Give me a piggy back ride? it really scares me when people jump on my back&lt;br /&gt;[x] Come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;[x] dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] make me breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tickle me to death?&lt;br /&gt;[x] let me tickle you?&lt;br /&gt;[x] instant message me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] greet me in public?&lt;br /&gt;[x] hang out with me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] bring me around your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D0 Y0U...&lt;br /&gt;[x] think im cute?&lt;br /&gt;[x] think im hot?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] want to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] want to cuddle with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] want to hook up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] aquintences?&lt;br /&gt;[x] friends?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;[x] gonna get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM i...&lt;br /&gt;[x] smart?&lt;br /&gt;[x] cute?&lt;br /&gt;[x] funny?&lt;br /&gt;[x] cool?&lt;br /&gt;[x] loveable?&lt;br /&gt;[x] adorable?&lt;br /&gt;[x] compassionate?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] annoying?&lt;br /&gt;[x] great to be with?&lt;br /&gt;[x] attractive?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mean?&lt;br /&gt;[x] odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE Y0U EVER...&lt;br /&gt;[x] thought about me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thought there might be an &quot;us&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thought about hookin up with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] found yourself wanting a kiss from me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] wished i were there?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] grabbed me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] had a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] wanted my number?&lt;br /&gt;[x] had a dream about me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] been distracted by me? mrs simpson wishes we would write in our journals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE Y0U...&lt;br /&gt;[x] done with this survey?&lt;br /&gt;[x] happy you know me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;[x] thinkin bout me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] going to repost this so that i will return the favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, tiff- what the hell kinda questions were those??</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 01:08:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>mrs beale had her baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn beale, 10 25 05</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 23:10:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;I want a ticket to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we make a deal&lt;br /&gt;Maybe together we can get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyplace is better&lt;br /&gt;Starting from zero got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we&apos;ll make something&lt;br /&gt;But me myself I got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;And I got a plan to get us out of here&lt;br /&gt;I been working at the convenience store&lt;br /&gt;Managed to save just a little bit of money&lt;br /&gt;We won&apos;t have to drive too far&lt;br /&gt;Just &apos;cross the border and into the city&lt;br /&gt;You and I can both get jobs&lt;br /&gt;And finally see what it means to be living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my old man&apos;s got a problem&lt;br /&gt;He live with the bottle that&apos;s the way it is&lt;br /&gt;He says his body&apos;s too old for working&lt;br /&gt;I say his body&apos;s too young to look like his&lt;br /&gt;My mama went off and left him&lt;br /&gt;She wanted more from life than he could give&lt;br /&gt;I said somebody&apos;s got to take care of him&lt;br /&gt;So I quit school and that&apos;s what I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;But is it fast enough so we can fly away&lt;br /&gt;We gotta make a decision&lt;br /&gt;We leave tonight or live and die this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we were driving driving in your car&lt;br /&gt;The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;City lights lay out before us&lt;br /&gt;And your arm felt nice wrapped &apos;round my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And I had a feeling that I belonged&lt;br /&gt;And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;And we go cruising to entertain ourselves&lt;br /&gt;You still ain&apos;t got a job&lt;br /&gt;And I work in a market as a checkout girl&lt;br /&gt;I know things will get better&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ll find work and I&apos;ll get promoted&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll move out of the shelter&lt;br /&gt;Buy a big house and live in the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;And I got a job that pays all our bills&lt;br /&gt;You stay out drinking late at the bar&lt;br /&gt;See more of your friends than you do of your kids&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d always hoped for better&lt;br /&gt;Thought maybe together you and me would find it&lt;br /&gt;I got no plans I ain&apos;t going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;So take your fast car and keep on driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a fast car&lt;br /&gt;But is it fast enough so you can fly away&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make a decision&lt;br /&gt;You leave tonight or live and die this way</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:22:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>freedom is the freedom to say that two and two are four.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 23:10:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sugar never tasted so good&lt;br /&gt;Sugar never tasted so good&lt;br /&gt;Sugar never tasted good to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until her eyes crossed over&lt;br /&gt;Until her mind crossed over&lt;br /&gt;Until her soul fell next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;br /&gt;If the wrinkle that is in your brain &lt;br /&gt;Has given you quite a sting&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers have become a crane&lt;br /&gt;Pulling on these puppet strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling that&apos;s begun&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling that&apos;s begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling that&apos;s begun&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling that&apos;s begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt just like a baby&lt;br /&gt;Until I held a baby&lt;br /&gt;What a fool this boy can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her thougths like a daisy&lt;br /&gt;Until my mind gets lazy&lt;br /&gt;I must&apos;ve been crazy not to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the wrinkle that is in your brain&lt;br /&gt;Has given you quite a sting&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers have become a crane&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers have become a crane&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers have become a crane&lt;br /&gt;Pulling on these puppet strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water never tasted so good&lt;br /&gt;Water never tasted so good&lt;br /&gt;Water never tasted good to me</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 18:51:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>new layout and icon. i love it.</description>
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