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  <title>I'd rather be beaten with truth</title>
  <subtitle>Than soothed by lies</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-12-25T12:46:58Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:137968</id>
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    <title>YAY CHRISTMAS!</title>
    <published>2009-12-25T12:46:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-25T12:46:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just want Christmas/Yule to be good this year. And because of this, my mantra is "Christmas is not about my issues and problems, it's about family and love. This is going to be a good Christmas even if it kills me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last Christmas that Geoff is going to have with us for a while because he's leaving for boot camp next year. It makes me sad, like crying sad, when I think that in a few more months, my dad is going to be gone and I won't be able to text him or call him or interact with him at all. I may very well cry at Yule on Sunday, turn into a blubbering baby and whatnot. I don't want him to leave, but he's doing something that will better his life and my family's, and I appreciate and love him for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not agree with the government and how it uses the military force that we have, but I'm proud to be a soldier's daughter.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:137626</id>
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    <title>Horoscopes translated</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T18:10:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T18:10:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">" Today you may not be feeling so dynamic and ambitious today, Scorpio. It's almost as if you just want to get through the day without incident, because your energy is somewhat depleted. Chances are good that you'll be called upon to deal with a home matter that will cause unintended depletion of your financial resources. You may also need to discuss financial matters with uncooperative people. Nevertheless, your natural talents will help you take care of whatever you have to deal with, but it's hard to make fun happen when you're not in a fun mood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook apparently can tell you how your day is going to go with their happy dappy horoscope thing (that Yahoo has a way better version of). Let's translate this into how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: "Today you may not be feeling so dynamic and ambitious today, Scorpio. It's almost as if you just want to get through the day without incident, because your energy is somewhat depleted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: Today you are going to feel like crap because you had the shittiest night ever (with the exception of the night that Alicia broke into your room to smear butter all over your face). It's almost as if you just want everyone to leave you the fuck alone because you had an anxiety filled night, smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes, chewed the inside of your lips bloody, and stayed up all goddamned night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: "Chances are good that you'll be called upon to deal with a home matter that will cause unintended depletion of your financial resources."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: You totally got paid and was going to put some of the money away to fix your hussy of a cat, but some new bill is probably going to pop up at the house and you'll have to pay it and it will take all of your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: "You may also need to discuss financial matters with uncooperative people. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: You are not below cutting a bitch to git your money. Don't make me cut you, esse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: "Nevertheless, your natural talents will help you take care of whatever you have to deal with, but it's hard to make fun happen when you're not in a fun mood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: You'll take what the day gives you and you'll like it because you have no other choice. You failed high school, you only work two days a week and you'd be out on your ass if it wasn't for your husband because YOU sure as hell don't make enough money to survive on your own. Your natural talents of holding in stress and rage will DEFINITELY help you today because today is going to fuck your world in half, bet your bottom dollar on THAT. You'll finally get to have fun when the men in white coats come for you. Watch out, the needle hurts if you struggle.</content>
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    <title>ltpeaches @ 2009-12-08T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T21:23:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T21:23:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG GONNA GO TO THE ZOO TODAY WITH MANNA AND MADDY AND I GET TO BRING MY LIL JOHNNY BE GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HOME FOR SHOWERS AND THEN OFF TO SEE GARRETT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY IS AWESOME!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:136008</id>
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    <title>SLANTY SHANTY NEEDS HELP!</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T01:18:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T01:18:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, Larry's move out date is the 21st. Which doesn't leave us much time to get a roommate, so we're scrambling at this point. I want to offer the room to people that I know, or friends of friends, before I go Craigslisting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know ANYONE who can afford at least 600 a month and are looking for somewhere to live, PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onenightstandachance@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:135818</id>
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    <title>Tired</title>
    <published>2009-12-06T20:04:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-06T20:04:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This weekend has been a tiring one. Less sleep than I should be getting, I'm spending more energy than I actually have, I'm too fucking tired most of the time to clean any of the things like I should be cleaning, like my room and doing my part in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired of being angry all the time. It's just... it's draining. And yeah, I feel amazing, like I could do anything when I am angry, but the end result is just not worth being so damned exhausted all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to find some other way to get myself amped up for doing things that don't involve actively pissing myself off or reaching into my reserves just to get something done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone wants to live in the Slanty Shanty, we've got a room opening up around the end of December. We're taking over the upstairs room and the one opening up is the room that Dustin and I are now in on the ground floor. If you don't need somewhere to live, feel free to tell your friends. You HAVE to have a job, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't recommend a couple trying to move into that room unless you're used to living in cramped quarters with each other. For one person the room is perfect, but for two, it's a fucking squeeze.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:135147</id>
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    <title>Dear Grendel,</title>
    <published>2009-12-03T02:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-03T02:47:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know that motherhood is tiring, however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop trying to move the kittens to where I am on the bed. I know it's because you think they'll be safe with me because Mama = security to you, but I could squish one to death and that would make me cry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:134827</id>
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    <title>WE HAVE KITTENS!</title>
    <published>2009-12-02T01:43:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-02T01:43:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Grendel decided that four in the morning was the appropriate time to have the kittens, so I got calls from Dustin updating me on the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was five, but one of them was still born, so there are two black and white ones, and two ginger tabby ones. They're all so adorable and I love them so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are (not every great) pictures up on my Facebook account.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:133950</id>
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    <title>ltpeaches @ 2009-11-20T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-21T00:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-21T00:24:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really wish this guy would just bust a nut already so I can go outside and smoke.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:133884</id>
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    <title>ltpeaches @ 2009-11-19T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-20T01:47:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-20T01:47:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/album.php?aid=127691&amp;id=613461543&amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/album.php?aid=127691&amp;id=613461543&amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the wedding, everyone should be able to view them as I set the album to "EVERYONE CAN LOOK AT THESE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if you aren't on Facebook, you should be able to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Melee says, the dress sure does jam them cans up nicely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:132974</id>
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    <title>Feel good morning music</title>
    <published>2009-11-15T16:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-15T16:39:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I would get ready for work living in Beaverton, I'd wake up two hours before I really had to, just to enjoy my morning and be fully awake. I would take a shower, take care with my makeup, bounce around in the bathroom while dancing to Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine. And then I found the wonder that is Aerosmith's Rag Doll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to other things, but those were the two songs I HAD to listen to or my day would be horrible and stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with Josh and Tessa, it was Light My Candle from Rent, because Tessa and I loved it and Josh hated it but he always liked watching us run around in our underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's Captain Kelly's Kitchen by Dropkick Murphys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I'm getting married in less than three days. And writing that I just realized that it is also this: &amp;lt;3. HEART! I'm getting married in &amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me far more giddy than it should. I'm giggling too much. If it makes me giggle for more than fifteen seconds, I am not allowed to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the general feeling is thus: BRING IT ON WORLD! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT! I WILL FUCK YOU IN HALF AND LEAVE YOU A FUCKED APART DEAD THING!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:130304</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Last supper</title>
    <published>2009-11-04T02:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-04T02:26:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div class='appwidget appwidget-qotd' id='LJWidget_3'&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you had one night left to live, what would you do? Would you prefer to spend your final night with a loved one or alone? What would you choose for your last meal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=1122'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=1122"&gt;View 1154 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spend it like I spent this Halloween night. Trashed all to hell, hanging out with people I absolutely love and adore, and making a damned fool out of myself for the sake of other people's laughter and joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a last meal.... I would have Monica make me some of her curry. That shit was delicious.</content>
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    <title>All Hallow's Eve</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T02:52:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T02:52:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The grass is wet and the world smells of green earth tonight. It's coming in through my window with whispers of ghosts and ghouls and inviting me to walk among them under the stars and moon and let go of my earthly cares.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:129677</id>
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    <title>ltpeaches @ 2009-10-27T12:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-27T19:24:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-27T19:24:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You're leaving me here, dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your letters&lt;br /&gt;You're letting it go, no&lt;br /&gt;Like innocence and feathers&lt;br /&gt;You're putting it down&lt;br /&gt;Sounds slipping into songs&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving me here, dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Pray you're making the right choice&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Stay and listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;To my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later you will long&lt;br /&gt;When you wake you will see&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later all the songs&lt;br /&gt;That make you shake will be by me&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later all the throngs of feelings&lt;br /&gt;We used to appreciate will come rushing back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking about&lt;br /&gt;How you thought you knew me better&lt;br /&gt;You're looking around town&lt;br /&gt;And wondering how I met her&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Pray you're making the right choice&lt;br /&gt;You're pulling away&lt;br /&gt;Stay and listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;To my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later all the throngs or feelings&lt;br /&gt;We used to appreciate will come rushing back&lt;br /&gt;When you wake you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me as you leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me believe I have a chance in hell&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what I know too well&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you're leaving me here dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all your letters&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it go of your innocence and feathers&lt;br /&gt;Now I find that every sound reminds me of our song&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me here dear&lt;br /&gt;Alone with all my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;With my wrongs</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:126928</id>
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    <title>Boondock Saints 2: All Saints Day</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T16:15:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T16:15:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/boondocksaints2/"&gt;http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/boondocksaints2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS MOTHERFUCKING HAPPENING! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES OH GOD FUCK ME SIDEWAYS YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitgoddamned. I've been waiting since I was fifteen for this motherfucking movie. That was when I heard they were throwing around the idea of making a sequel. I first watched Boondock Saints when I was eleven. Six years later, my world is a happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a theater that will be playing it around here. WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME?</content>
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    <title>Quick check in</title>
    <published>2009-09-24T06:16:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-24T06:16:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have an appointment on Friday to go back in to talk about food stamps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Levon tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting a warning today because I totally slept through rehearsal, but apparently a lot of other people are getting one too because they didn't show up either. Lawls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KMFDM is coming to Portland next month and I will most likely be way too fucking poor to go see it. I think that would be a nice present for Dustin. But it won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to reading the Wheel of Time series. I totally found Wheel of Time jewelry, too. I want an Aes Sedai ring. &lt;a href="http://www.fantasy-jewelry.com/products/Aes-Sedai-Great-Serpent-Ring.html"&gt;http://www.fantasy-jewelry.com/products/Aes-Sedai-Great-Serpent-Ring.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ltpeaches:123705</id>
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    <title>Quick Update</title>
    <published>2009-09-11T23:04:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-11T23:04:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a job interview on Monday. Nude modeling for a website, go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been enrolled in a lower back pain study where I'm going to be visiting chiropractors and massage therapists three times a week for the next six weeks. Maybe they can figure out why I have chronic back pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock in and helping Mom move this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Kinda boring, almost.</content>
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    <title>Canceling the wedding</title>
    <published>2009-09-10T16:26:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-10T16:26:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uh... yeah. Not the ceremony itself. Dustin and I are still getting married, but we can't fucking afford a wedding celebration thing. We're too fucking poor, the water bill is going to be late by at least a week and the power bill by a few days, I've been sending out resumes and pimping myself out to the surrounding businesses like fucking crazy and I still can't seem to get us ahead. No one wants to spend 60 bucks on my DS either. Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're canceling it now, going to do the courthouse thing with my mom and Sis and Geoff and Lyse, and then later when we can actually afford something nice, we're going to do it. Besides, it's still going to be on the same day, 17th of November, so afterwards you guys can come congratulate me and get me stupid fucking drunk for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works out, just not the way I wanted it to. But really, when does it ever do that?</content>
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    <title>OKCupid Dipshit of the Day</title>
    <published>2009-09-04T19:30:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-04T19:30:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This guy is a fucking idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile/1l0ve"&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/profile/1l0ve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just here to fuck. And not in the awesome Mr. Clint's Rainbow Prison way. I say bombard him with pictures of herpes infested dicks and chlamydia saturated vaginas. It's probably what he'll be facing in a few years anyway, if he's not careful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:14:04 pm]kabloomers:You're really dumb, you know that? Did you look at my profile at ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:14:23 pm]1l0ve:yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:14:52 pm]kabloomers:And what made you think I'd be at all interested in "something casual"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:15:16 pm]1l0ve:look at what your looking for retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:15:42 pm]kabloomers:Oh, I know what I checked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:16:14 pm]1l0ve:so do I, but I'm really dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:16:25 pm]kabloomers:It's like on Myspace, you check EVERYTHING so that no one excludes you from searches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:16:42 pm]kabloomers:Doesn't really mean that I'm looking for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:17:30 pm]1l0ve:whatever, have a great day, hit me up if you wanted to cum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:18:05 pm]kabloomers:Oh, trust me sweetie, no problem there. My finger can satisfy me a hell of a lot better than you can, I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:18:25 pm]1l0ve:thats a lie and we both know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:18:37 pm]kabloomers:Aww, that's cute, someone's insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:18:53 pm]kabloomers:Well, my finger does get tired. My vibrating dildo, on the other hand, runs as long as I need it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:18:57 pm]1l0ve:no, I'm actually quite confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:19:15 pm]kabloomers:And that's why you're on the internet trolling chicks with the stupidest message ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:19:38 pm]kabloomers:Seriously. REAL "Confidant" guys don't hide behind a computer screen when it comes to trying to pick up chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:19:47 pm]1l0ve:I'm in town for one night what do I give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:20:27 pm]1l0ve:your ignorant to the situation, but keep talking like you know about shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:20:32 pm]kabloomers:Are there not bars where you are? 'Cause I garuntee you all you'd have to do is start talking to a chick at a bar and she'd at least give you a handjob in your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:20:47 pm]kabloomers:I'm ignorant? At least I can use proper puncuation and grammar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:21:28 pm]kabloomers:And yeah, I know about shit. Being a nanny for primarly under two year old children gets you rather well aquainted with 'shit', as you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:21:31 pm]1l0ve:congrats you get an A in internet spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:21:53 pm]1l0ve:I want to fuck you so hard till you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:21:53 pm]kabloomers:If you present yourself as an idiot, you're going to get treated like one, especially on the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:22:27 pm]kabloomers:Cute, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:22:48 pm]kabloomers:I haven't cried during sex since my uncle Bobby visited me when I was seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:22:58 pm]1l0ve:thats hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:23:29 pm]kabloomers:Wow, I'm bored now. Not even pretending to be molested as a child will get rid of you. That's really gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:24:33 pm]1l0ve:I don't understand why your still typing to me if you don't want to get fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:25:03 pm]kabloomers:Mostly because I'm bored and telling you you're a fucking idiot is rather entertaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:25:36 pm]1l0ve:I'm happy to appease you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:25:49 pm]kabloomers:You're totally going on okc_snark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:26:00 pm]kabloomers:I'm not even the worst of the people there, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:26:27 pm]1l0ve:what is snark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:26:35 pm]kabloomers:Remember me fondly when your inbox is flooded with pictures of dicks&lt;br /&gt;this profile means nothing to me, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:27:47 pm]1l0ve:I don't try and pick up girlfriends on here, I fuck from this site and that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:27:48 pm]kabloomers:Good for you</content>
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    <title>Good news everyone!</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T13:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T13:30:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So apparently there was only a very thin layer of scar tissue over the labret piercing on the inside of my lip, and the night before last after a few shots of Ullr and some vodka with Seth and Victoria, I decided to dig out an old piece of jewelry and just shove it right on in. My friends who know way more about piercings than I ever will are most likely going to yell at me, but it's been two days and it's acting completely normal, as if I never stopped wearing jewelry in it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Levon yesterday. Had the Hooburrito at Denny's. Don't fucking eat any of Denny's Rockstar Inspired dishes. If the rest of them are anything like the Hooburrito in quality, then they all fucking suck and will make you sick. I'd say just don't go to Denny's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... found out that my hair is long enough to pull back into one of those little fashion pomps that became popular for a while, and put into ponytails, but it will only look good if I weigh it down with tons of hairspray and then my scalp screams at me all day long, so I think I'll wait a little longer before attempting that again. I undid the 'do four hours ago and my scalp is still sore and achey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to buy my DS. I'm willing to go as low as 75, but bitches, trade ain't going to pay my bills, so stop offering me your shitty stuff. I would accept a laptop, however, I really would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a song stuck in my head for the past three days, and all I can remember is the tune. No words. Which makes it rather hard to try and find out what it is. It's excruciatingly annoying.</content>
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    <title>A day in the life with Levon</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T03:34:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T03:34:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">High points include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Waitress: What're you getting today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I didn't know I was allowed to eat anything today.&lt;br /&gt;Levon: Well, you've been on your best behavior, so order whatever you want. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that the rather shoddy service afterwards was because we might have freaked her out a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The bill had come, but we kept drinking coffee and eating our food and talking, so Levon ended up just randomly folding the bill in weird ways until it was this strange contraption, and then he gave it to the counter person so we could pay and GTFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did you do to the bill?&lt;br /&gt;Levon: What? I'm Asian. It's in my blood to make origami out of anything paper.&lt;br /&gt;Cue me laughing my ass off and the counter person getting extremely confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Levon pushing me across the floor frantically and me laughing my ass off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting offered hot dogs and alcohol by some of his neighbors when we were outside having a cigarette. Good people, but not my people, yanno. They like ICP. Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... basically met a guy on OkCupid (where I had made a profile with the intention of fucking with people when I'm bored. Trolling, so to speak.) and he contacted me even though my profile reads like a bitter old woman, we ended up talking on IM, and he was actually a really cool guy so we exchanged numbers and ended up going out to coffee at seven am out in Beaverton. What was supposed to be a maybe hour and a half coffee date ended up being an all day long hang out session and I made a new friend. So I'm pretty happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been pretty lazy. Getting over the sick, I think, as my nose has stopped running so fiercely and even though I still sound like an eighty year old woman who smokes a pack a day, I'm not coughing as much. My bones still hurt and I went to bed and woke up with a headache, but that's what Excedrin and Asprin are for, right? Spent most of the day lazing about on the internet and then Dustin and I made our way through most of Aeon Flux because he remembered that he had it downloaded on the computer. Managed to get the speakers working for things we've downloaded, but sound from a web browser still isn't working so Dustin's probably going to wipe the hard drive and start out from scratch and see if that helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been eating a lot of brown rice lately. It's different, but not bad, and it keeps me from being hungry a lot less than eating white rice, so that's good. All in all, I've had a good weekend and that makes me happy.</content>
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    <title>Ummm.... howabout no?</title>
    <published>2009-08-20T11:33:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-20T11:35:54Z</updated>
    <category term="info about how i come"/>
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    <content type="html">http://www.13.waisays.com/clitoral.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this article because of Stumbleupon and I have to say that it left me with a &amp;quot;WTF?&amp;quot; look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this article, all of the orgasms I've been having for the past five years have been in my head and fake because &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;There is no functional connection what so ever between sexual intercourse and female orgasm. And to many women that is not a surprise, because there is no way women in general can obtain orgasm through being penetrated.&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt; Also &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot; the only spot that can give all women a real orgasm, is the clitoris.&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;Real is in italics, so they know their stuff, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. NO WAY? I didn't have my first clitoral orgasm until three months ago. I HAVE been orgasming through vagina penetration with my clit being completely ignored, for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Don't even get me started on a few of the 'facts' in there besides clitoral orgasms being the only way women come. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Like you need a compass sailing at open sea ; every once and a while you have to check the compass, and adjust your course. Without orgasms, your ship may sail way off course, causing a bacterial infection, a physically caused lack of interest, obesity, nervous breakdowns, psychotic behavior or even breast cancer.&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WOW! Apparently if I don't have sex enough and don't have enough clitoral orgasms, I COULD GET TEH BREAST CANCERS! Or become psychotic. Or fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot; A perfect orgasm can only be obtained from total relaxation. Sitting on top of the man is not relaxing ; you need to use your muscles and your intestines are troubled by the unnatural penetration. To obtain a perfect orgasm you need to lie down and relax, to enable orgasmic contraction of as many muscles, instead of muscle contractions enforced by your conscious mind.&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on top of my man is the hottest fucking thing EVER. Also the main way of my having orgasms since I was sixteen. He has access to my nipples, my hips and ass which he loves to grab, and my clit if he ever feels like playing with it. Laying down.... not so much access to ANY OF THAT. Also, how the fuck is anything other than missionary &amp;quot;unnatural penetration&amp;quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is dirty. It's sweaty and passionate and messy and often times funny in the good way. If you're completely relaxed and not doing much of anything, you're not having sex. If you're not an active partner, it's all a one way road and really that's no fun and you're likely to be labeled a bad lay. (Unless it's the Tantric breathing sex, which is a whole crates and barrels that I don't quite understand and mean to research to see if maybe it's something I can get into the swing with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that last quote, the article basically goes downhill from there. Who the fuck BELIEVES this absolute bullshit, much less writes it? Oh... there's also an article called &amp;quot; 'Genetic' is a lie&amp;quot; which is about how the medicine companies are just out to get your money and that Diabetes 1 that runs in your family REALLY DOES NOT RUN IN YOUR FAMILY IT IS JUST THE GOVERNMENT STEALING ALL OF YOUR MONEY FROM YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. What a wonderful way to end a super shitty night.</content>
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    <title>Ugh</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T02:47:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-19T02:47:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I managed to fuck up my back. Again. I'm continuing the hope that it's not a slipped disk or pinched nerve, though my understanding is that if it was either of those, the pain would be continued, not an off and on sort of thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I haven't done much of anything today. Victoria gave me some of her muscle relaxants last night and they helped some. Also knocked me on my ass, which was okay since I hadn't made any plans today anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we get health insurance, I am going to the doctor and running the gamut of tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish that this little heat wave would be over with. It's not as back as Ragnahot was, but it's still damned uncomfortable. Gimme cold any day, I'll slap on two pairs of socks and some thermals and go play in the snow. When it's hot, I just melt and my will to do anything disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and humid places, they are not for me.</content>
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    <title>Beer Olympics part one</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T00:52:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T00:52:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've never seen any of the games that frat boys play at parties, like beer pong and the run and chug, so seeing them for the first time at the HOB's Beer Oympics will always be a fond memory for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lara on tattoos, drunk: "You should get an imaginary animal, like a Gryffindor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching someone immediately spit back up all the beer they'd just chugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Murphy and Scotty fall. Strangely graceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David breaking the overhead lamp when he tried to do a victory hook fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome fun. I wasn't drinking myself that night because I didn't bring anything and the only available stuff was cheap beer. But it was fun, everyone was having fun, I got to hang out with my friends on a non-Rocky related event and there was delicious food provided by Grimmy at the end. A truly beautiful afternoon.</content>
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    <title>And so</title>
    <published>2009-08-11T00:49:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-11T00:49:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After realizing that planning a wedding in little over a month is FUCKING STUPID WHY THE HELL DID I PICK THAT DATE THIS IS DUMB AND LAME AND STRESSES ME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, with a little help from Sarah, that instead my wedding will be taking place on my 21st birthday. Gives me more time to plan, more time to save, and Jesus H Christ, I want to be able to walk into a bar and say "I just got married, give me a damned drink", completely decked out in my veil and dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later someone can take a picture of Dustin holding my veil back while I puke in the street. Oh, sweet memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a possibility that I may be able to afford a Barfly Bus tour (&lt;a href="http://www.barflymag.com/pages/barfly-bus-tours.html"&gt;http://www.barflymag.com/pages/barfly-bus-tours.html&lt;/a&gt;) for the reception. YAY NO ONE HAS TO DRIVE AND WE CAN ALL GET SUPER STUPID DRUNK! It is ONLY a possibility, though. If I can't afford it and if a lot of people actually WANT it to happen, I may end up taking up a collection so everyone can pitch in. Maybe. Depends on how people feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... wrote down the yardage of the fabric I will be needing and Dustin and I are going to Jo-Ann's Fabrics today to start looking and pricing and doing color swaths and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this is still going to kill me, but a little less now that I have more time. It will kill me more slowly than September 26th.</content>
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    <title>Because I'm fucking bored</title>
    <published>2009-08-07T09:25:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T01:04:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>VNV Nation - Genesis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Step 1: Put your iTunes or equivalent on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Post the first line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing,&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Bold/Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDENDUM RULE: If the first line contains the title of the song, choose the second line, or the third, etc. If it's too prevalent and is just awkward, then, ya know, skip it.&lt;br /&gt;GO! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The cleanest I've been. An end to the tears, and the in-between years, and the troubles I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though. I have a feeling that the majority of you ARE going to cheat because I know for a fact that at least three people on here DO NOT like the genre's that some of this music comes from and therefore will not know it off the top of their heads. And after you fall back on cheating with Google, you will know the band and make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say fuck you anyway. I like the music I like and ain't no one gunna change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW GET ON WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eyes when I'm telling a story and you find it boring you're thinking of something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I saw you and wahoo! I just had to have you for my own And yikes, I was psyched and My head spun around like a cyclone And who'd have thought a girl like me Could find a boy like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;Shut up and let me go This hurts, I tell you so For the last time you will kiss my lips Now Shut up and let me go Your jeans were once so clean I bet you changed your wardrobe since we met. &lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Shut up and let me go - The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One word breaks the code of silence, Silence tells me all I need to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strike&gt;I met him out for dinner on a Friday night He really got me working up an appetite He had tattoos up and down his arm There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Candyman - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before I hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no-one else to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strike&gt;My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for you.&lt;/strike&gt; All Around Me - Flyleaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt;You're better off without him, don't call him... He's breaking your heart. He's hanging with your best friend and your waiting there, It's tearing you apart.&lt;/strike&gt; Your Boyfriend Sucks - The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you pay for your crimes? Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero. You're nothing till the weekend. If you think that you're the thrill. Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes. You're nothing till the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Dog will hunt I'm the front end loader travoltin' over so try my slam on for size&lt;br /&gt;Drive stick with that kung-fu grip let the banana split and watch it go right to your thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Breathing in air, permeated, soaked in darkness, emanating from within, resonating like a scream no one can hear. I wear this chaos well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We&amp;acute;ve gone a long way while learning, still our hearts kept on burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can call it anything you want the fact remains the same, I never got to be your Fred Astaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. May you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep Despite the wolves outside your door In time you will see them all as harmless And their idle threats easy to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Let me take the fall Let me take the blame Let me carry you from hell To home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in flight are calling there where the heart moves the stones there that my heart is longing for All for, for the love of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. On est bien peu de choses. Et mon amie la rose me l'a dit ce matin. (FRENCH, BITCHES! Suck it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Give me release Witness me I am outside Give me peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You can't see my eyes You can't see my eyes They don't see yours Hear me when I say I don't mind at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Oh, it is love From the first time I set my eyes upon yours Thinking oh, is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You promised me starry night skies They just remind me of your shining bright eyes I'm missing your voice at night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Just in case their wondering They've got us pinned terribly They don't believe our love is real Cause they don't know how real love feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The wilted flowers that I gave Were not as nice as your bouquet All the lyrics that I wrote&lt;br /&gt;Not as smart as the words you spoke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. So this is how it goes Well I, I would have never known And if it ends today Well, I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strike&gt;I got a lot to say to you Yeah, I got a lot to say I noticed your eyes are always glued to me Keeping them here And it makes no sense at all&lt;/strike&gt; Crush Crush Crush - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Every time i think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Murphy, Murphy, darling dear I long for you now night and day Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Without a window to see through, I did my time, in here without you, Slept on the floor down in the LBC, Meet me back home under the marquee.</content>
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