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  <title>bend me. break me. anyway you need me.</title>
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    <name>bend me. break me. anyway you need me.</name>
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  <updated>2004-10-14T19:41:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:183472</id>
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    <title>elliott smith...</title>
    <published>2004-10-14T19:41:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-14T19:41:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Activity's killing the actor&lt;br /&gt;And a cop's standing out in the road&lt;br /&gt;Turning traffic away&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing she could do untill after&lt;br /&gt;When his body'd been buried below&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else could have been done&lt;br /&gt;Made his life a lie so&lt;br /&gt;He might &lt;br /&gt;Never have to know anyone&lt;br /&gt;Made his life the lie, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he shouldn't upset her&lt;br /&gt;And that he'd only be making it worse&lt;br /&gt;Invloving somebody else&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that he'd never forget her&lt;br /&gt;While her memory worked in reverse&lt;br /&gt;To keep her safe from herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else could have been done&lt;br /&gt;She made her life a lie so&lt;br /&gt;She might&lt;br /&gt;Never have to know anyone&lt;br /&gt;Made her life the lie, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I used to be will pass away&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;That all I want now is happiness&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;What I used to be will pass away&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;That all I want now is happiness&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;What I used to be will pass away&lt;br /&gt;And then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;That all I want now is happiness&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;All I want now is happiness &lt;br /&gt;For you and me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:183027</id>
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    <title>la la la</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T05:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T05:00:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh my god second update of the day, what is WRONG with me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs5/i/2004/278/a/6/claire_headshot2_by_RabidZooMonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch's headshot she made for me haha, i love her..i gotta work on her's tonight</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:181909</id>
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    <title>oh boy</title>
    <published>2004-10-01T05:36:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-01T05:36:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well to top off all the shit that's happened today, francisco from work just called me. WHAT THE HELL!!!! I hardly even know this guy, he works in the kitchen at NYPD and sometimes we joke around, which usually consists of me making really stupid spanish sentences. He's asked me out on dates before and i always say no, but he actually called me!! It was so weird! He was just like "so hwats up what are you doing" ah what the hell!? He's like 19! WHY DOES EVERYONE WANT ME DEAD TODAY!?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:181490</id>
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    <title>mmm robots: yeah whatever im never pleased let alone happy</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T02:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T02:41:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">friday=apocolypse day. I'm wearing a gas mask. Then a grey sheet for english to appease the spirit hungry goverment and God loving hemisphere of the class room (yes i'm aware that the class is not a circular object, but go with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stark quotes around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: call me old fashioned, but i just hate homosexuals and black people!&lt;br /&gt;mmm robots: well i'll be durned! i thought i was the only one!&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: let's start a club!&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: we can abbreviate it as "kkk"&lt;br /&gt;mmm robots: karing and koncerned kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago i got back from driving to no where with no intentions of finding a destination. I noted the fact that it was about to storm, so i got in my car for the show. There's nothing more soothing than listening to alkaline trio at high volumes while driving recklessly down shea with the windows rolled all the way down and hte wind and dirt ratting your hair...the rain distorting the windsheild, and the lightning constantly illuminating the sky. Everything these days works in patterns, it's so odd. I think i already talked about this, but the balance of positive and negative is absolutely mind blowing. How can human's be so unnaware of the order that rules our daily lives, not even by days, by seconds, minutes, meer moments. It's all so orderly, the smallest thing off sets it all. I mean think of this, our central unit of life is the heart, it pumps blood to a specific beat..that beat is in a constant (if not constnat, than unhealthy) rhythm, the only thing that can change this rhythm is something interfering with life it's self. I'd be lying if i said i've been doing something other than dwelling on events that occured mainly a year ago. It blows my mind how much has changed and how much i've lost as well as gained in the same respect, all within the span of one year. I was talking to vishnu and felt incredibly nostalgic, just thinking about when we first became friends and what an exciting time that was. It's so depressing how ironically friendships work out, as it seems with many of mine, the better we got to know eachother the less we wanted to see of it...that goes for the entire group, really. I miss the days when hanging out and doing random shit was actually fun. I can't even have a conversation with most people anymore..it's sad. Anyways, it is approaching the magical month of november, which is so odd...it's strange to look at how incredibly happy i was then. Just thinking about the two best weeks of the year, where stark pear and i had quiznos day, the best one of course, then that monday i went to the park with ryan, steve, grandma and stark, then that saturday was the nintendo clash party. I think we should have episode 2 of that, just for the sake of good times. Can't believe my first kiss was only a year ago, so much has occured in that short span of time. It just endlessly suprises me. There's something very hectic about this day...all i've done is watch accidents happen. Nearly killed myself on the way to pear's house, just drove infront of another car. So many car horns just in the fucking school parking lot, witnessed 2 more near accidents and one real accident, one last night too..both really scary. People yelling, people crying, people trying to convert other people (hell no)...so much hatred and stupidity just flying around the city. All i can do is curl up in my room with some good music and a nice blanket and dream it all away. I hope this week turns out better...i'm so stressed. (wow this is the worst entry ever, there are no segways in any of it), i just found out today that i'm now doing makeup and hair too. Sucks that switch is so busy, cause it basically leaves it all up to me. I'm kind of glad i'm doing hair and makeup though just because i have specific ideas for everyone, most people can do their own makeup though luckily. Tommorow switch and i are going shopping for what we don't have. Lots of good hugs today, troy gave me the best hug ever. It's funny that i've known him for so long and how we used to be such good friends, today i saw the old troy again while we made side comments through-out the play and joked about ourselves. He's an interesting kid. Don't think i could ever get as close with him as i was before though, he's rather intimidating in the strangest of ways. Well..i intened on making this short, but of course i end up rambling and will probably be back to add more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punkrocks283: its a hell of a freindship i'd be damned to see it go to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how everything that goes up must come down.</content>
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    <title>the awakening</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T22:38:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-17T22:38:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"No multitude of words could have been more significant than those moments of silence, or more pregnant with the first-felt throbbing of desire"-Kate Chopin</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:179682</id>
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    <title>"i'm not much of a jester but i'd taste poisoned food for you"</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T00:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-15T00:07:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">how is it possible that everyone in my life wants to kill me, including my parents. They're so suspecting for no reason at all..i got a lecture because i had my seat reclined in ryan's car. Cause apparently that means we had sex, even though we're not going out, and he has a girlfriend. Plus my mom thinks i've been abused or some shit like that. My spice girls poster came! It's hot, i put it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression=no fun at all. It's fun for a while when you can dwell on your sadness and take advantage of it with sappy music and morbid drawings..but i'm really sick of it. It's been so long. I hate waiting for a chance that i probably wont ever get again, i hate how the things that make me happy are actually just elaborate jokes, i hate how the only thing i want is close enough to touch but too far to keep. I want to be the joy in someone's life again..i want to be the reason for waking up..i want to be special and wonderful in every tiny insignificant way. Not only that, but i want to have the confidence to believe it's true. I just want to be loved like i was before, and love the same way in return. Things like that don't come easily...and i already screwed my chance up the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is rufus wainwright such a genius/sex god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Or at least my kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Must be an imaginary love to start with&lt;br /&gt;Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game&lt;br /&gt;Schubert bust my brain to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Or at least my kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Must be an imaginary love to start with&lt;br /&gt;Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game&lt;br /&gt;Schubert bust my brain to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to look at you&lt;br /&gt;In a cab&lt;br /&gt;Back of your head across my lap&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what grace&lt;br /&gt;Green back seat against the red of your face&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to look at you&lt;br /&gt;Any old grand hotel&lt;br /&gt;Drunken demands give way to reservations&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a room&lt;br /&gt;Champagne brings such happy faces&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Or at least my kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Must be an imaginary love to start with&lt;br /&gt;Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game&lt;br /&gt;Schubert bust my brain to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Or at least my kind of love&lt;br /&gt;Must be an imaginary love to start with, baby&lt;br /&gt;Guess that can explain the rain waiting walking game&lt;br /&gt;Schubert bust my brain to start with&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can write about beauty like a gay man.</content>
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    <title>tell me, how does it feel, to treat me like you do?</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T01:29:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T01:29:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>new order</lj:music>
    <content type="html">BLAARRGHHH sexual frusteration AAAAh....just give me a few weeks and i'll look like this character.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.etyg.com/Christmas%20dinner/brian%20frusterated2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHH I AM GOING CRAZYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like the icon correlation of this entry?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:178681</id>
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    <title>will you settle for love?</title>
    <published>2004-09-08T00:51:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-08T00:53:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've got that all around shitty feeling..however, despite down troddenness, thanks to pear for writing me such a sweet letter and stish for talking with me and making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Herbert, thanks for the note on my car, you naughty beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want" by Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make it rain&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make it simple&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see the light&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see the flashlight&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know the answers&lt;br /&gt;To any of your questions&lt;br /&gt;I don't want, no I really don't want&lt;br /&gt;To be John Lennon or Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be my Dad&lt;br /&gt;With a slight sprinkling of my mother&lt;br /&gt;And work at the family store&lt;br /&gt;And take orders from the counter&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know the answers&lt;br /&gt;To any of your questions&lt;br /&gt;I don't want, no I really don't want&lt;br /&gt;To be John Lithgow or Jane Curtain&lt;br /&gt;But I'll settle for love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll settle for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I reached the gate&lt;br /&gt;I realized I had packed my passport&lt;br /&gt;Before security realized &lt;br /&gt;I had one more bag left&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know&lt;br /&gt;If something's coming for to get me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, will you make me sad or happy&lt;br /&gt;And will you settle for love&lt;br /&gt;Will you settle for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks to want something you cant have..a feeling, a person, a place, an object...it's all so intangible to me.</content>
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    <title>haaiiir</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T02:20:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T02:20:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So in the past three days i have had blonde, blue and black hair. Check it ooouuuutttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610432.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610448.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610441.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610428.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610422.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610417.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610408.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610396.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610390.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610384.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610378.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610359.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610473.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL629/2586567/5145413/65610458.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>holy shit i'm bored</title>
    <published>2004-09-01T02:44:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-01T02:44:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">finding out bad shit about a lost friend is extremely depressing. Especially if that friend's mother was your art teacher and mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/65416912.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: OMFG RY-N LETZ GIT WASSTEEEDDD &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;outofstep4130: ROFL lets do it OMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm robots: ROFLMAOCITCABCDEFGHIJKLOLMNOPSUCKITBITCH&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: I WILL NOT SUCK IT</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:177174</id>
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    <title>hunger hurts but starving works, when it costs too much to love</title>
    <published>2004-09-01T01:22:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-01T01:22:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LaNka Elf: I walk into the theatre room&lt;br /&gt;LaNka Elf: and in big letters on the board it says:&lt;br /&gt;LaNka Elf: SARA GOLDSTEIN HAS TO MAKE OUT WITH CHAD. NAKED.&lt;br /&gt;LaNka Elf: LOVE LINDSAY.</content>
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    <title>darlin you've got to let me know...</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T04:34:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-25T04:34:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's some random pictures/drawings i did on paint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64521449.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637191.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637545.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishi and stark go to italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637221.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan's birthday smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637214.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637208.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stark with the claire balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64521446.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan giving me a frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64521456.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stark and friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steve's albertson's artwork. It got painted over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637103.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samir is lurking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637118.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637159.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's going on there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637167.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637179.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stark sweating in the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637199.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dugan and i decided eric needed to be taped up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures i took of myself OMG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637234.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so troubled..oh i am hurt ooh understaaand me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL609/2550829/5066477/64637037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like i'm preparing myself for vomiting&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>bitch_cricket @ 2006-11-22T12:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T19:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T19:31:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yet another really good pro-homo song, this one's incredibly profoudn too. Seriously, lyrical genius these cocaine addicts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Gay Rude Boys Unite" by Leftover Crack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity! HA! yer such a saint today&lt;br /&gt;you may be anti racist but then you're anti gay&lt;br /&gt;you may be ignorant from a lack of education&lt;br /&gt;but if it's sympathy you see you seek&lt;br /&gt;you better turn to another station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intolerant society rears it's ugly face&lt;br /&gt;you're turning your native music into a homophobic disgrace&lt;br /&gt;the gay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black&lt;br /&gt;gay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back&lt;br /&gt;we'll take it back!&lt;br /&gt;because without respect there's gonna be nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This double standard just won't sit that well with me&lt;br /&gt;I come to say this and it's just the way it has to be&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm not PC i'll shoot your kid at school&lt;br /&gt;'cuz he's gonna grow up to be a fucking asshole just like you&lt;br /&gt;you can celebrate your unity till every gay is dead&lt;br /&gt;but why don't you stop your fronting with real unity instead&lt;br /&gt;and on a better dime on this shitty little globe&lt;br /&gt;we would crucify the racists and be bashing all the homophobes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intolerant society rears it's ugly face&lt;br /&gt;you're turning your hardcore music into a homophobic disgrace&lt;br /&gt;the gay ones, the straight ones, the white tan yellow and black&lt;br /&gt;gay rude boys and girls, we're gonna take that dancehall back&lt;br /&gt;we'll take it back, we'll take it back&lt;br /&gt;because without respect there's gonna be nothing left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 triple zero stand up and take a look around&lt;br /&gt;this ignorant fucking shit shouldn't happen in any town&lt;br /&gt;so come on leave the closet and on your way out grab a bat&lt;br /&gt;cuz there's a battle to be fought and the prize is fucking phat&lt;br /&gt;autonomy from ignorance there's got to be a better way&lt;br /&gt;but the racist, sexist homophobes and piggies gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;but right now you got to get out of your fucking seat&lt;br /&gt;and jam down to the faggot rythm's of that crack rock steady beat</content>
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    <title>bitch_cricket @ 2006-11-17T16:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-17T23:07:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-17T23:07:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">man i'm happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIPac97: i love your pookah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeing garden state with ryan tonight. Yay. Dramarama this weekend...aww hell yeah</content>
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    <title>we dance to all the wrong songs...</title>
    <published>2004-08-13T01:08:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-13T01:11:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, all the gay marriages in california have been declared invalid. Fuck america. I dedicate this song to our darling president bush and all the millions upon millions of other stupid, ignorant, hick-faced assholes that polute our united states of america...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I Wanna Be a Homosexual"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Screeching Weasel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a little lisp, and I've been working on my limp wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Women are a drag, I think I wanna be a faggot, man.&lt;br /&gt;A mincing ninny, prancing fairy, merry little queen.&lt;br /&gt;A Bruce Labruce wet dream, a Nancy Boy with wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock the middle class, take it up your punk rock ass.&lt;br /&gt;You rub your little thing, when you see phony dykes in Penthouse magazine.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the difference Mr. Cream Rinse, yuo just need a man.&lt;br /&gt;A beefy leather fag, to take you out in drag oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a faggot, call me a butt loving, fudge packing queer.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care 'cause it's the straight in straight-edge,&lt;br /&gt;that makes me wanna drink a beer and be a pansy, and be a homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock the middle class, take it up your punk rock ass.&lt;br /&gt;You rub your puny thing, when you see studs with tight jeans ass you on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Who wears short shorts? You wear short shorts.&lt;br /&gt;You're so full of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why don't you admit that you don't have the balls to be a queer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a homosexual.</content>
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    <title>bitch_cricket @ 2006-10-23T01:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T09:00:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T09:00:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am ridiculously self involved. I didn't even fully realize what a narcissist i am until today. I always knew i was selfish, but i really just focus so much on my own issues that i can't possibly see when other people need my help. Damnit. I've found my biggest flaw.</content>
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    <title>what sillyness....</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T02:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T02:25:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RocK SteadY 2845: i have reasons to believe i saw your "small mother" stopped next to me at a stoplight on flw and shea&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: but that's just between you and i&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: haha&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: and the spaceships&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: she is small&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: yes, and the lack of right turns&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: haha, the hawaiian print seat covers caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: which never happened&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: haha&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: well it must've been her&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: of course not..hypothetically of course&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: right&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: good thing i didn't shoot her&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: i'm glad someone's seen her, she kind of dissappeared&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: that's strange, especially since she lives in your house&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: i thought she was going to the grocery store but she's been gone a long time, i think we've been abandoned&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: quite peculiar indeed&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: oh that sucks for you&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: home alone 12&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: i know, i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: "where's my small mother?"&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: i hope joe pesci doesn't break into my house, i better lay down some marbles&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: well you'll need to eat eventually, eat the dog&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: yeah..good plan&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: or maybe she is home and she's just so small i didn't see her&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: it wouldn't be the first time&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: and get some fans, feathers, and some kind of sticky substance propped up on the door &lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: yeah!&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: that is possible&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: go get the giant magnifying glass&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: i guess this is why we have it&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: mother!&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: and also why it's in a glass case with a label reading "break incase of mother loss"&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: exactly&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: or incase of giant ant attack&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: YES&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: which are equally possible&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: and lastly if giant sherlock holmes is in the neighborhood and loses his personal giant magnifying glass&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: of course&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: we're doing our bit to help&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: indeed&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: well, i must be off. Nanny business, you know. Better go jump off the roof with my umbrella, i'm already late.&lt;br /&gt;InfernalPapaya: cheerio</content>
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    <title>stop yo messin around</title>
    <published>2004-07-12T06:58:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-12T07:06:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pear815: i like to pound the shit out of a ball you knwo baseball really gets my frustration out&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: ooh yeah, everytime i've had a bad day i hit the tracks for some good running&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: really motivates me to just run and sweat&lt;br /&gt;Pear815: yeah i fell yeah i just feel yeh girl&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: then sometimes i play a little tennis if i've got the energy&lt;br /&gt;Pear815: oh i just stick to baseball&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;props to eric for this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic15.picturetrail.com/VOL626/2382468/4699875/59696937.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>naaaaah</title>
    <published>2004-07-11T07:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-11T07:45:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">stark is making fun of me because she DESTROYED. My house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather on the pleasant side. Natalie and i attacked the stark residence. We got this hula girl, appropriotely named drew, and some lei's (sp?) at party city DISCOUNTED because we knew a kid named DREW there. Anyways, we taped it to her door with a nice message. We atlast waited at goldie's to hear from her, and then came over her and attacked her with lots of hugs. I can't be seperated for too long from my stark. It's wrong. So we just hung out there until the show. Went to the show, it was fun. They played very well. Found out ryan had used my name during 'guns' at practice and was rather bitter. During the actual playing of 'guns', kayla, devon and i made a pit for the ex-files. Space whore was appropriotely dedicated to natalie. Uhh...i dont feel like typing anymore. The past couple of days have been pretty good, i miss jaylen. But i'm glad stark's back x 9275298347923. Oh yes and i kissed sarah stark and natalie on the lips hahaha..now i have THREE people on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures from the past couple of days....(or more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593319.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devon and i=sailor mars and sailor moon...OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593313.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember the monolouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593310.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stark and robin examining my photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593307.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you sara g...the chicken still longs for the rooster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593290.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he simply will not give her the time of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593288.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593286.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miniture jaylen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593283.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaappyyy deeevooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593281.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593272.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593267.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimmie and chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593263.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593257.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pear...eating something. And grandma penney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593252.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wittle babyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593249.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch and i are infatuated with this home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593244.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593238.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i did not have permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593232.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593233.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay overweight older hitler dining with his perfect son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593228.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaylen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593222.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pear....thinking! "my pickle looks like a cucumber!" "probably because pickles are cucumbers" "nuh uh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593217.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel...awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593216.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gas mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593213.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593211.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593209.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ear warmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593203.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended up in a very nice looking hawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593200.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that one's for arellano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593197.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true..i do &amp;lt;3 sk8tr bois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593188.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devon, myself and maegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593186.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie, presenting our GENIUS creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593183.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593181.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scott at graduation..obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitches come get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stark's looovaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERRORR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593167.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me miss? OH sorry rex." fishi so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. Sweaty and gross i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kiss devon cheek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593132.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593912.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;lt;3 switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL470/2392424/4718264/59593913.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not actually grabbing my breast..it just resembles that. Ryan looks really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i finally thought of something to do for stood up shot down's CD cover..but i'm nervous about not being able to do it. Arrgh...scenery=a large bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i have 5th lunch. I think i already know the lunch of everyone who reads this...but...yes. I can't type tonight.</content>
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    <title>yes</title>
    <published>2004-06-22T23:57:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-22T23:57:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">due to my lack of livejournal use as of late..i'm going to do a friends list sweep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to remove all members who i do not personally know..just for convenience and privacy's sake...nothing personal. If you want to keep me on your friends list, that's cool..if not, that's cool.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bitch_cricket:169087</id>
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    <title>slowly breaking through the day light</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T08:58:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T08:58:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, haven't updated in a while..here's news..quite breaking news, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got in a car accident today. Sucks like all hell..but best case scenario, neither of us were hurt. I rear ended her, her cars fine and she doesnt intend on suing or even notifying our insurance..my car's fucked. I'm very sad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Recently got in an extremely huge fight with ryan, yelled at him more than i really should have...he and devon are together (not going out persay, but they like eachother..i dunno, i consider it together) again, and i just got really upset...i obviously miss him, and was hurt by the somewhat (but not extreme) hastiness of getting over me..and taking back the 2nd exgirlfriend so far who isn't me..but i apologized and we made amends. Still sad about it, but i'll find a way to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have suddenly become good friends with jaylen, who is an excellent human being and lots of fun to talk to. Was told today that i look like ashlee simpson..i dont see it but hey whatever works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Found away around complete insanity by relying on the helping hands of stark, jaylen and rex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spent an entire night in insomnia, which you can read my xanga about..worst night of my life. It doesnt matter how miserable or tired you are, if you havent slept all night you're gonna be slap happy in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got a haircut..as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/57267047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/57267045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/57267066.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/57267065.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/57267062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/57267056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, taking pictures of myself sucks</content>
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    <title>bitch_cricket @ 2006-09-17T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-17T08:44:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-17T08:44:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTORIA!!! THE DHOTI AND LLAMA PRAISE YOU!!! SO DOES LIAM NEESAN!!!! OMG BF4L</content>
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    <title>arrrr matey</title>
    <published>2004-06-13T20:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-13T20:06:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos from mexico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450338.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450608.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450603.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450596.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450531.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450492.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450454.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450402.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450394.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450328.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450308.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450263.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450255.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450248.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450243.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450236.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450231.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450227.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450224.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450215.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450211.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450202.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450164.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450145.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56450134.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449801.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449767.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449762.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449754.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449745.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449741.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449716.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449710.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449695.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449640.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449629.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449498.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449492.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449485.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic13.picturetrail.com/VOL474/2296070/4501193/56449476.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RocK SteadY 2845: AAAAAAAAAGGHGHHAHAhh&lt;br /&gt;GGHH&lt;br /&gt;slatXfats: i can just imagine the sound that random string of letters make</content>
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    <title>sadfaksdjflkjkl</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T05:44:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T05:44:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">guess who's back guess who's back guess who's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy to be home, already visited subway haha...got to come home early due to bad sportsman ship haha..my sister drove my other sister and my cousin back to the lovely state of arizona. Wasn't missed as much as i missed..but oh well. Had no one to talk to for 5 days and felt very lonely. Infact i was stupid enough to write some sort of journal in my sketch pad..which i will produce in a very LONG and STUPID entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored, and in mexico. So i'm making a bad choice and writing my thoghts down-never a good plan. Luckily, Sara lent me Bridget JOnes Diary: The dge of Reason, and i've just about consumed it. Very good reading, not necessarily healthy, but i've never read a book about "myself" before. Also, i read some more of The Plague, it's interesting..it'll impress Rex if i finish it. Just to paint a picture: i'm sitting in a farily small room on an overly stuffed twin bed, the humidity is slightly bothersome but whatever. Ryan's shirt is exceedingly comfortable and my jeans are..not, especially with the stupid wholes. I forgot they're there and it scares me from time to ttime. I've eben here for let's see..4 hours and i can already feel the sand, oh well. Challie's in my toher room watching Father of the Bride, all the adults are drunk on the porch next door and the dogsa re meandering about and the little ones can be hear dsqueeling in hte distance. Rocky Point is rather beautiful, infact i plan on attempting "landscape" (aka-i draw a house, poorly). I was promised an art gallery outting, that better occur. The beach house(s) are nice. Mom just came in-"i want interaction with the family, okay?" "you'll look back when your older and say 'my family was really cool'" "don't flush-unless you poop-there's a water shortage, and no long showers". Fabulous the information mother's can intrust you with. Somehow every vacation the plan is to "lie low" and "have no agenda" not to emntion every vacation entails a beach, alcohol (for the adults), family friends/relatives, little kids, and very scarce cleanliness. Huh, funny. I wish i coudl call someone for a nice refreshing conversation, but my cel phone has 0 reception..damn. Although i know this is a rather important week (to "get away" i suppose) i still would rather have my tongue down someone's throat. Oh well, relaxation? time to myself? i did think today, quite a bit. I have to give myself a few seconds to recall the complete crap that found it's self taking residence in the vacant tomb called "my mind". Right. Goals are made, not achieved. Is that seriously all i cam eup with in all the hours of this extreemly self centered day? OH shit, i didn't call work. Whatever. He can shove the schedule. Bless sarah stark. I just realized the nicest people i know are regular church attendees. Hm, coincidence? I found out at an early age that i'm going to hell, and it has yet to pen a bible for me. Speaking of the bible, i was reading Colter's livejournal the other day and was appauled by the maturity, he even defended homosexuality-"kudos comrade!". There are 16 facemires being held captive in two conjoined households, is no one else alarmed by this? Sleep. Oh yeah, first thing i did was pack fridge full of freaking beer..ugh. Had to tell uncles a godo 3 times (in pissy tone) "i do not drink". Seems to be impossible to believe. Need to stop fantasizing..crap, suaturday si far away, and i'm missing hte comebacks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 2..7ish..i think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the roof. I've had about six diet cokes today. Sat on the beach, got really tan/burnt..decided i don't liek tans because it makes my body different colors,a nd the tan lines on my butt are grotesque. We went to "town"-nothing..topless bars, tacos and t-shirts. Eh. Should have asked lindsay where she found an internet cafe. I slept a lot today. Which sucks because i coudlnt' sleep las tnight. Extreme humidity/heat and an uncomfortable bed-i woke up sweating and i wasn't even ahving a good dream. I can't believe that there are 3 more full days of this, holy god. I"m cold up here. It's pretty though. Mark again asked without fail if i'd like some beer. NO. really really good pina colada though. It just occured to me i've been to the ocean about five time sin the past 3 eyars but havne tbeen in the ocean in about 3. I've developed a jelly fish fascination/phobia. I want to draw one. Oh crap they're looking again..why are we in mexico and not going out for mexican food? Rocky point kind of sucks. Looks like no art galleries in existance..sadness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8ish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another bad beer joke from Mark. Apparently his testicles are a popular conversation topic adored by facemire adults world over. Attempted to draw house, wind is way too cold and annoying, so i'm gonna do some still life, lime, oranges, flowers. Then maybe eat it all after, i'm so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was sittign in a nice comfy room with all my friends listenign to one fo those Fat Kids play guitar. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; DAY 3..morning &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just foudn this "comments" book left by the people who own this house. Basically filled with stories of drunken hookups..it just occured to me i've been sleeping in a bed where multpiple people have screwed. Ugh. I guess it's no better than a hotel. Things to do when i get home...&lt;br /&gt;-Write sara/pear "i miss you" emails, tell them about harry potter and wish them luck in europe&lt;br /&gt;-check for rufus wainwright tickets as promised&lt;br /&gt;-subway&lt;br /&gt;-get sushi with rex&lt;br /&gt;-suggest different sound for band&lt;br /&gt;-go to lunch with stark/grandma&lt;br /&gt;-thank stark profusely for taking care of me all my life&lt;br /&gt;-tell ry what a great guy he is&lt;br /&gt;-apologize to certain people for me being a jealous whore&lt;br /&gt;-try to find a good haircut&lt;br /&gt;-check bank account and remove enough money for hair bleaching on wednesday (YAAY)&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how cool my dad is on vacations..i always like him the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;noonish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach, left early because of extreemly painful burns. took pictures. Water is warm. More drinking jokes. last night i told my mom i'd put her fruit in the fridge. I need comrades. I even wrote bebo jugo in the sand! I'm findign it endlessly strange that the two mid-young ones constantly talk to themselves (and sing along to everything, even if they've never heard the song) i feel bad for aaron, he seem smore bored than me, if possible. I've given up on attractiveness, i look pretty terrifying, which is fine. My hair refuses to be controlled, or brushed, so i allow it freedom. Tan/burn lines=gross. Covered in sand, no shaving and no makeup all week...aww yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've taken to abusing this house as my won room, considering everyoen else is residing in the "villa" next door. I suspect a yelling for too loud of music in ooh, 3 minutes. God bless CD mixes. I've been listenign to alk3 and the comeabcks demo nonstop. I actually really e njoy Ryan's voice it's incredibly soothing. Danny is an awesome drummer. I've gained a new appreciation for it today. I miss the boys..meep, especially ry. I miss sarah stark! I miss sara/pear! "town-outting" again today, bought nothing. It's all the same: sarong, jewelry, hair-braiding, sex-joke tshirt. had a good pina colada again. was forced to eat a bratwurst tonight, ugh. Haven't had any sausange product (for obvious reasons) in about 8 years, ruined! Wasn't even worthwile, i can still taste it. Number of times my mind was forced into the guitter today: 5. It is my fault for eading a semi-dirty book, but i saw the word "big penis" one too many times. Damnit, i was going to try and keep my mind off "missing" and of coures "come abck baby" has to play right on cue. I really adore my little cousins Noah and Zach, theyr'e really sweet funny kids, i've always liked htem. You have to wonder how some kids are just incredibly well brought up, and others are little monsters, when it seem sthere's no difference in parenting. I wonder what peole thought of me when iw as under six yeras. I was pretty quiet. NOne of us (my sisters and i) show compassion that easily for our parents/eachother. Not a lot of personal communication, i suppose? most conversations evolve around jokes, stories from childhood, lectures. Thats' fine though. perhaps the reason for my attachemnt to friends. Most unself assuring feeling=waking yourself up by snoring. I dont even snore. Except for today. was just called into the other house for ice cream, not bad. Mark amde me smell cuban cigars, not that great. Joke sbaout holes in my pants today-2. I'm actually disturbed by how like me Bridget Jones is, i must contact heln fielding and thank her for writing a book about me in 15 years. Saw a space whore on buzz lightyear cartoon and a really hot volvo in parking lot of hotel. Speaking of which-i realized tha thte only actual mexican's in rocky poin tare here to serve stupid snotty rich american drunks. That pisses me off. i don't like this place oto much, although it's great for photography. Wish i was going to seattle..gotta stop with this "i wish" business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is it abou tmodern singletones that only waythey can have a normal relationship is if it isn't supposed to be a relationship?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron just notified me that the "mark's testicles" conversation is back on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got punched in the ribs by father. Today was...interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off somewhere on a beach onwed by a resort (which we were not staying at) sucked laying in the sun again, and got boring, read a lot. Anyways, climax of hte day occured when lunatic mother forced me to attend soem disturbing "banana boat ride" for some reason everyoen else in the family did it, therefore i have to also. I tsomehow resulted in me wearing a swim suit and a rather tight, overly thick plastic/foam lifejacket/pushup bra (yes, it works as both..it became so tight that it just squeezed my boobs together, so the only thing visible from my neck to my hips was this huge yellow square with breasts..like sponge bob..only a girl), straddling a 10 foot banana at the end of 6 other people, all tied to the back of a moter boat. Aapparently the last person is the most unfortuante, as i was forced ot grip as hard as possible to a little handle between my legs, and was eventually throw off, flipping over backwards into the ocean. My pre-dormant fear of jellyfish was rewakened as i bobbed up and down in the middlle of hte ocean as the other banana-riders/boat sped off without me. Then returned to shore, ontop of banana, very wet, bumping up and down as the boat sped faster and faster, then flipped us off again as a kind little "farewell assholes!". Told mom it wasn't fun and she was wrong. Rest of day was spent laying in the shaede, and having sand thrown on me by much annoyign 10 year old cousin Keegan, told her to go away and lovely little noah came over and layed next to me, rubbed my back and made delightful six year old conversation. He truly is a pleasant child, i appreciate any young one who can participate in a sarcastic yet somehow serious conversation, smart kid. Eventually we headed home, stopping by a grocery store first. I bought a pineapple (which was quite tasty) and a HUGE coconut for the comrades back home. Goign to dedicate omnster coconut (or "coco" as it's brazillian..or something) ceremony to the one year anniversary of Running with the Fat Kids. Speaking of which, i am greatly saddned to not be in the pit tonight, oh well. Hope switch is doing my job for me. My hand hurts. Oh yeah, incase it wasn't known, there's nothing (well, not nothing) more humiliating than being hit on in front of parents. Whoel family was sitting under ramada at resort's beach, and i decided to visit the little girls room. I walked towards the hotel up stairs and there were a group of guys, probably drunken, american post teenagers hanging off hte balcony of a top story room, they decided it was a good idea to scream "hey girl!!" whistel and cheer/applaud as i toko the too long journey from ramada to entrance. Even better when i returned to family and was immediatly made fun of by family. stupid men, i think i saw them whislte at a six year old. I need shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; later &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madness! chaos! they all laugh too much. am missing hte comebacks for this. pout. hae yet to actually eat any mexican food, am very disapointed. Except disgusting 1 dollar burrito today, which doesn't count. I'm tired. I want home and love making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaah i'm home!! This morning i layed in bed for a really really long time, it was uncomfortable but it was better htan being forced onto the beach. I finally went out there and the freaking BANANA BOAT was back!! On a different beach! Wasn't forced to ride it again, luckily. Overall this trip has been crappy...i spent the entire time reading basically, or laying on the beach, or fighting with mother. Saddened that nothign crazy happened while i was gone, and nobody was dying to see me, or had much to say..but oh well. I feel like i've been gone for a year...having no one to talk to is incredibly discomforting. Tommorow parents and rest of family arrive, hopefully i can do something during hte day..wont be free at night..then next day have to work from 3-8. Yowza. I'm sleepy. Glad i got to see rex and robin tonight. Got sushi with sisters and cousin. Blah blah blah blah...might go watch the cure DVD with aaron.</content>
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    <content type="html">i am going to mexico tommorow with about 20 other facemire's, and i wish death upon myself. If i dont come back alive, you all can replace me with Liam Neesan, for i've always thought myself to be the spitting image of him. I was going to post pictures, but my computer will not allow such actions (stark: the spacewhore is on my xanga). GOODBYE ALL!</content>
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