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                <title>december part one</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:21:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ anticipation. love.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>november</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 22:10:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ iain is coming to see me in december. this time a month from now I will be hyperventilating, freaking out daily, and panicking with the enormity of our relationship and how much I love him. I am so, so excited. it is impossible to describe how happy he makes me, how happy I am, because there are no words. It is innumerable and indescribable and even the most perfect song doesn't do it justice. Love. <br /><br />"Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being! - If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it."<br /><br /><br />all this feels strange and untrue <br />and I won't waste a minute <br />without you<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>october</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 18:27:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ school. is stressful. <br /><br />money - money is stressful. <br /><br />I am downtown inside the belly of the concrete lion five days a week. I have developed an unfortunate love of skipping early classes, even if I'm downtown in time for them. <br /><br />I am tired of overcast skies. <br /><br />The distance chips away at me, but I am forever optimistic. Last night on skype I watched him say he loves me. Earlier tonight my mother invited him for thanksgiving dinner. <br /><br />My problems - this too shall pass <br /><br />the love, the love of my young life, is not passing. he is eternal. <br /><br />(and is trying to get money together to come see me in december?) <br /><br />those three words<br />are said too much <br />they're not enough <br /><br />I don't know when <br />confused about how as well <br />just know that these things will never<br />change for us at all<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>september</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 18:43:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ cause you know <br />you know <br />you know <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I love you <br /><br /><br /><br />I loved you all along <br /><br /><br />and I forgive you - <br />for being away <br />for far too long <br /><br />just hold on to me <br />and never let me go <br /><br /><br />(he is everything I need<br />that I never knew <br />I wanted)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>august</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 22:19:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you're everything I need and more <br />it's written all over your face<br />you know you're my saving grace. <br /><br /><br />and the perfect day will be the day I crawl into bed at the end of it and find him next to me. <br /><br />Love in all directions.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>july</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 23:32:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ found my soulmate. <br /><br />he lives 4000 miles away. <br /><br />we're not really bothered about that right now.<br /><br />that's what real love is, I think.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>june</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 22:08:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ juniper! <br /><br />I'm over 5000 kilometres away. every day.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>may</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 09:25:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ may we be alive.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>4</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 20:35:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I do it for love <br /><br />love<br /><br />love<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>slow</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 21:29:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've never cried with laughter in a coffee shop, never mind TWICE. <br /><br />and I read that Sagittarians take their time when they've found someone they want to stick around with (which is against their romantic nature, apparently) <br /><br />which could explain why I'm stopping to enjoy every moment<br />and why every time he looks at me that way time stops<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>moment</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:24:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ andrew is holding my guitar, beginning a song. <br /><br /><br />andrew: and this one is called "Hot for Rachel," <br />rachel: (surprised face) <br />andrew: nah, it's actually called "Hot for Teacher," .. but I was being situational <br /><br /><br />just a little bit awesome. <br /><br />just a little bit.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>don't</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 16:32:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I pray for rain <br />maybe it'll <br />wash you away - <br />baby we're parallel <br />moving side by side but <br />the distance<br />is pure hell <br /><br />maybe if it rains today <br />I can go left<br />you can go right <br />we could <br />we could <br />wash away <br />I would  <br />if it felt right <br /><br /><br />but it <br />d<br />o<br />n<br />'<br />t<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>fin</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 12:16:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have never been one for <br />just getting by - <br />and with all the shit you did to me <br />it's a miracle<br />I'm still alive <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />funerals suck. <br /><br />the end.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>*</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 05:17:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so since I'm not your everything <br /><br />how about I be nothing?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ohhh beyonce, those words are tailor made to fill a gaping hole in my existence.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:48:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I ain't complainin' <br />we all wanna be famous <br />so go ahead and say what you <br />wanna say! <br /><br />my uncle passed away 2 days ago - GOD it sucked. he was the one I would have brought The Guy to see .. you know that one relative you are going to bring The Person to? He was it. And now he's gone and The Guy is never going to have the chance to meet him, and nobody for the rest of time will ever understand how simply amazing and wonderful he was. All the little things we shared and all the memories I have of visiting him up north. God, it's all gone - it's wasted on nobody new, because I'll never find words to describe to a new person the things I went through with him (good things, for sure). <br /><br />I've been celibate the past few months, and let me tell you - it's not all it's cracked up to be. Maybe I just haven't waited long enough for the spiritual epiphany, or maybe I'm using it as an excuse to not go out and meet new, interesting people. <br /><br />I'm much too young to be talking like that. <br /><br />All my friends have gone away to university and I opted to stay home for the year, working my tail off and living a relatively boring life in between. I need a hobby. Maybe next time you see me I'll be so buff it'll hurt, maybe I'll be an expert on renaissance art, who knows. I should sign up for a course, or volunteer, or something. <br /><br />I was once content to always be alone but these days I've found it's not all it's cracked up to be (I see a pattern forming). <br /><br />However, I need to be zen about it. Focus on being alone and enjoy it. Figure some of my shit out, maybe talk to my dad about that stunt he pulled last year in November. Seems like yesterday, I remember every detail. One cop drilling my mother while she looked grim in the kitchen, me sitting on the stairs with a bowl of soup wearing my bath robe and a towel on my head, another cop looking at me sympathetically and I was crying silently. <br /><br />Seeeeems like yesterday - but then again, all my troubles seem farther away today. I feel like I can't reach out and touch anything anymore. <br /><br />I need someone to come into my life who makes everyone else look like a mistake. <br /><br />Rachel<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fun ahead</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 09:29:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've decided that I've been taking life waay too seriously <br /><br />sometimes you just have to let loose and have fun and push every limit you can because if you don't, how can you say you lived? <br /><br />I pushed some insane limits last night, prom after party? <br /><br />woo boy. <br /><br />and I'm glad I did. I'm glad I've realized the truth about romance - it's dead<br /><br />and you know what?<br /><br />I'm okay with that. I really am.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>baby</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:34:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ stop staring through me like you know who I am <br />when you don't know me <br />you don't know me <br />barely knew me then <br /><br />don't call me baby <br />don't call me baby <br />anymore. <br /><br />hey hey hey <br />walkin' away now<br />walkin' away now <br />baby <br /><br />hey hey hey <br />walkin' away now <br />walkin' away now <br />baby <br /><br />oh baby <br /><br />don't call my number <br />and don't call me over <br />don't call me baby <br />anymore.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>males.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 08:54:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ fuck them! <br /><br />all they do is let you down, <br />and use you, <br />and ABUSE you to no end, <br />and treat you like garbage <br /><br />they treat you like the most unimporant piece of air you've ever encountered<br /><br />is how they treat you <br /><br />fuck them. <br /><br />I've never felt more used.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>lost their joy</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 16:11:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ here's to every girl and boy who lost their joy <br />they let it get away<br /><br />ah, men suck. <br /><br />(and not because of something in particular. just, in general)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>ono</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 16:45:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I found a new pet peeve. <br /><br />people who can't spell. <br /><br />also, I think one of my friends is in love with me. Again. <br /><br />and I think I might be feeling similarly. <br /><br />OH<br />NO<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>leave</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 10:17:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want a love <br />I want a fire <br />to feel the burn in my desire<br />I want a man by my side <br />not a boy who runs and hides<br />are you gonna fight for me?<br />die for me?<br />live and breathe for me?<br />do you care for me?<br />cause if you don't then just LEAVE<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>eighth notes</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 04:59:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v">[link]</a><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=p" title="=p (Razz)" />HX7ZSz9FVo<br /><br />CANADIAN MUSIC = GOD<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>for tonight</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 19:06:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just ended a three year friendship<br /><br />"I wonder if you'd miss me <br />when I'm gone <br />it's come to this, release me <br />I leave before the dawn." <br /><br /><br />I am going to miss him so much. I loved him a lot, but he was such a bad friend. He didn't care near as much as I did. I can't have people like that in my life anymore. <br /><br />Never cried so much in my life, guys.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>pieces</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 08:45:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have strep throat and I have an outer-ear infection in both ears. <br /><br />I'm falling <br />to <br /><br />pi      e<br /><br />c<br /><br />... e <br /><br /><br />s<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>guess I'm leavin'</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 19:47:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a wise girl kisses but doesn't love<br />listens but doesn't believe<br />and leaves .. before she is left<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>girl, girl </title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 09:33:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the kind of girl you love so much it makes you sorry <br />but you don't regret a single day<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Morning's Eleven </title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 14:35:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ went on a nice walk today <br />got a tattoo of a heart on my shoulder <br />(henna) <br />and the sun was shining and the sky was blue and I was in the water, guys<br />I was right in the middle of a river<br />I was river-walking<br />for the first time in ages <br />and I was the happiest today I've been in ages and ages <br />happier, in fact<br /><br />love<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>another one bites the dust </title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 08:47:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 12AM this morning. Phone rings. I run upstairs to get it before my parents wake up. <br /><br />me: hello.<br />seeley: hey whats up.<br />me: uh .. .. nothing? <br />seeley: so I was just wondering if you wanted to do something.<br />me: ... it's 12am, seeley.<br />seeley: yeah I know, I was just wondering.<br />me: umm .. can I take a rain check? <br />seeley: yeah sure. <br /><br />.... <br /><br />me: so I guess I'll see ya later then <br />seeley: okay <br />me: bye -hangs up-<br /><br />--<br /><br />that boy's got it bad for me. goddamit!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 19:50:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ here's to all the broken hearts tonight <br />here's to all the fall-aparts tonight<br />here's to every boy and girl who lost their mind <br />they let it get away you know <br />it's never too late<br />to start all over again <br /><br /><br />I am ridiculously tired right now. It's an impossible tired that's sort of seeping into my bones and making the spot right behind my eyelids the best place in the world to kick back and relax. <br /><br />I was talking to Brendon earlier (finally!) before I went out with Melissa (our friday night vigil of girltime and driving around in the setting sunshine, very healthy stuff if you ask me), anyway the conversation went like this <br /><br />me: ow, ow, ow <br />brendon: hi?<br />me: sorry, I just hit myself in the stomach with my camera. Don't ask. <br />brendon: -laughs- <br />me: how's life?<br />brendon: life is pretty good .. I might be coming down to visit .. I don't know when .. I'll have to check with my dad <br />me: okay! come down! please! I miss you! <br />brendon: -laughs- I miss you too <br />me: oh, OW <br />brendon: what?<br />me: I just kicked my bed by accident - hey did I tell you about the jungle mural I'm drawing on my wall?<br />brendon: yeah you did on MSN <br />me: oh.. <br />brendon: fuck, I can't get these steaks apart, one second <br />-elevator music- <br />brendon: hey listen can I give you a ring later? <br />me: yeah sure! I might not be home but give me a try! <br /><br />and here I am at home, almost 11PM, I just had such an incredibly long day for reasons that are currently unavailable to me, and I realized half an hour ago that it's Brendon, it's Friday night, he is probably out getting random ass and is definitely not interested in giving me a call back. Sigh. Haha. I wish he still lived four houses down. He is the only person in the world who makes me shy, and makes me want to be better, and knows the Whole Truth about me and who I am. I wish he could tell me about myself more often, but I freeze up when we're on the phone because, ah, best friend! How do I put "I love you so much, I wish you were still close," into words that are less sentimental?<br /><br />Oh - I don't <br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br /><br />goodnight<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 11:58:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ THROAT FEELS RAW FROM SCREAMING<br />AND I HAVEN'T SAID A WORD <br />...<br /><br />AND THE STARS <br />THEY POINT TO THIS <br />...<br /><br />LET ME EMBRACE YOU <br />WITH THIS KISS<br />AND TOGETHER <br />WE'LL <br />FLOAT<br />LIKE <br />ANGELS <br />TOGETHER <br />TOGETHER WE WILL FLOAT LIKE ANGELS <br />.. <br /><br />or, for the more discerning musical listener <br /><br />DID I SEE TRUE BEAUTY TILL THIS NIGHT?<br />I'M SH-SH-SHAKING<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>right here. </title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 21:34:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I get kind of down about it <br />like, <br />what if it isn't the real thing?<br />what if I'm just kidding myself like always?<br />what if I'm just making it as real as I want it to be for the sake of not getting hurt constantly <br />what if I don't know how to give up?<br />what if everything has changed?<br />what if he's NOT thinking of me?<br />what if I don't cross his mind half as much as he crosses mine (which, to be honest, isn't like every single second of every single day)?<br />I'm paranoid! <br />and it feels so old but at the same time it's so new <br />every single time it's new!<br />we talk out of the blue, out of nowhere, after what seems like YEARS of NOT TALKING and suddenly I'm hooked and I need another dose and all I want to do is pick up my phone right now, 12:30AM and call him up but he won't be home! <br />which is another problem all in itself!<br />what if he's out getting strange crazy ass right now?<br />what if he doesn't give a shit whether or not I try to contact him?<br />what if, after all this time, it's a glorified booty call?<br /><br />then again, <br />what if he loves me? <br />and misses me?<br />and thinks of me?<br />and wants to be here<br /><br />right <br /><br />here<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 04:10:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there'll be girls across the nation that'll eat this up <br />babe I know that it's your soul but could you bottle it up?<br />get down to the heart of it <br />no, that's my heart<br />you're shit out of your luck <br />don't make me tell you again <br />my love love love love <br />love love love love <br />only one thing I ever could need<br />only one good thing worth trying to be <br />and it's love <br />loove <br />loove <br />I do it for love <br />loove <br />loooove <br />I am aiming to be somebody this somebody trusts <br />with a delicate soul, I don't need to know much <br />except soon as you start to make room in your heart for the parts that aren't you it gets harder to bloom in the garden of love <br />love <br />loove <br />loo-oove <br />I do it for love <br />loo-oove <br />loo-oove<br /><br /><br /><br />there's nothing like coffee and apple slices before 8am. <br /><br />today is going to be good. <br /><br />life is what you make it, and today, I'm making it good. <br /><br />(isn't it GREAT? isn't it GRAND? isn't it LOVELY?) <br /><br />ps. tyson: I miss you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>my own mortality</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 08:52:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and with other people, she began as though we had been speaking earlier but had been interrupted (we hadn't), I am perfectly alright with saying, oh, you know, so-and-so will die, will grow old, will age, their perfect complexion marred by wrinkles, diseases will grip their bodies as they die, they will rot in the ground as every human has before them, et cetera, she paused here to take a drag from the cigarette she had been waving through the air like a dagger, but I can't say those things about myself - I wonder why? - I can't say, oh I will grow old, she paused again, thoughtfully, and stared off into the dusty fields out the window, I suppose I am less sure of my own mortality.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>the sad thing about a cheeseburger</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 16:19:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the sad thing about a cheeseburger<br />is that once you eat it <br />it's gone <br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> <br /><br />lol<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Wise Girl</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 13:35:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ a wise girl kisses but doesn't love <br />listens but doesn't believe <br />and <br />leaves before she is left<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>I Be </title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 17:28:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do not get me wrong I cannot wait for you to come home<br />For now you're not here and I'm not there, it's like we're on our own<br />To figure it out, consider how to find a place to stand<br />Instead of walking away and instead of nowhere to land<br /><br />This is gonna to break me clean in two<br />This is gonna to bring me close to you<br /><br />She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted<br />She is everything I want that I never knew I needed<br /><br /><br />It's all up in the air and we stand still to see what comes down<br />I don't know where it is, I don't know when, but I want you around<br />When it falls into place with you and I, we go from if to when<br />Your side and mine are both behind it's indication <br /><br />This is gonna bring me clarity<br />This'll take the heart right out of me<br /><br />She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted<br />She is everything I want that I never knew I needed<br /><br />This is gonna bring me to my knees<br />I just wanna hold you close to me<br /><br />She is everything I needed<br />She is everything<br /><br /><br />pfffff ... <br /><br />screw you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Out</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 17:07:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm overcold and overshot and underworn and spat on a little bit and frustrated and sheering and see through and a hanging plant <br /><br />I need out <br />I need out of where I am <br />I just .. cried! .. while turning my room inside out <br />and I don't cry <br />and my best friend says <br />"I think you're in a funk,<br />you'll be fine in a few days,"<br />and I say <br />I've been crying for two weeks straight <br />and she doesn't know how to reply <br /><br />then don't <br /><br />I am unhappy<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>black eyeliner</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 19:20:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I saw it in the way you saw me and you looked at me like you had never seen somebody like me which in retrospect makes sense because there is nobody like me just like there is nobody like you and for some reason we stayed out late the night we met not drinking not eating but breathing slowly and there was water that much I remember but where it came from and what it was doing there I can't recall you put your arm around me by the end of the night and I snuggled into your side thinking this was another dead end teenage romance and then we fell in love.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>long time comin' </title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:17:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm so simple<br />you're so dreadful <br />and still you are <br />my everything <br /><br />my hands are too small <br />for these strings <br />afraid I'll break them <br />before my fingers start to bleed<br /><br />I am no angel <br />stop looking for my wings <br />I am callous <br />and I theaten everything <br /><br />I don't want to be <br />a murderer<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:46:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I <br />am having a bad night <br /><br />I'm having a bad night <br /><br />yes. I am. <br /><br />I just took some photos but I don't even want to do anything with them, I don't want to edit them until I look like plastic wrap, I don't want to make myself an angel when I feel like there's a hole of nothing opening up inside me <br /><br />nights like this will only get worse as time goes on, but in the end I'll come out stronger and that is the main thing. <br /><br />that is <br />the <br />MAIN '<br />thing <br /><br />I feel so out of it, so tired, so cold. <br /><br />Tomorrow I'm going to wake up super early so we can chat - can we chat? I don't know what's up, what's going on, where you've been <br /><br />what dreams may come <br /><br />I'm so tired, I'm so goddamn tired, and I miss the feeling of arms around me. Tonight is a quiet night and I feel like everything I did today was a waste of time. I'm this close to doing my Law homework which would be just sad. <br /><br />god <br /><br />take me take me take me away <br /><br />how badly how awesomely how hugely I wish I could open up my mouth and tell you everything, but then I realize you are eons away and it breaks my heart <br /><br />breaks it clean in two <br /><br />that you're not here <br /><br />and yes! yes! yes! party because something awesome happened to you, and it makes me smile because I am inexplicably proud of you and I'm so happy something good happened to you! <br /><br />nevermind all this sadness, <br />seriously, <br />because I love you <br />and if I can't be happy with myself right now, then at least I can be happy about you <br />I am ALWAYS happy about you <br /><br />wonder wonder wonder <br />love<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 20:40:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ tonight, I am a poet <br /><br />I wish I had five thousand bucks. <br />and a beach chair<br />perhaps some matches<br />candles, absolutely<br />bath robe <br />three identical t shirts (white and billabong, upstairs) <br />matching underwear<br />a tan <br />something interesting to talk about <br />a book about the stars <br />a camcorder, handheld, nothing ridiculously huge<br />a hairbrush! (god, I forgot one once, horrible) <br />my contacts & my glasses<br />a really scintillatingly awesome novel<br />a tiny bikini<br />sandals, nice ones<br />my prom dress, for kicks and jokes<br />some dice and cards<br />diabetes shit<br />saltine crackers<br />aviator shades<br />a canadian flag stitched on my pants<br />oh, slinky lingerie. for fun. <br />handcuffs?<br />(NO.)<br />my guitar <br />an ipod for the ride<br />a pillow<br />ONE hair tie (to teach myself to value those damn things) <br />sixteen ice cubes (for reasons we will discuss later) <br />a book of poetry (shakespeare?) <br />sixty blank pieces of paper<br />and a BIC pen .. mm bic<br />paints<br />an eyelash curler<br />BLACK NAILPOLISH <br />courage<br />running shoes <br />and<br />a plane ticket<br /><br />destination: adelaide<br /><br />oh, and you <br />I would love you <br /><br />(pf, you're one of the three people in the world who read these, and I write them ALL for you.) <br /><br />love love love love ~<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>New favourite song</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 09:03:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Fascinating new thing<br />You delight me<br />And I know you're speaking of me<br /><br />Fascinating new thing<br />Get beside me,<br />I want you to love me<br /><br />I'm surprised that you've never been told before<br />That you're lovely and you're perfect<br />And that somebody wants you<br /><br />Fascinating new thing<br />Your scene-makin'<br />Want a temporary savior<br /><br />Fascinating new thing<br />Don't betray them<br />By becoming familiar<br /><br />I'm surprised that you've never been told before<br />That you're lovely and you're perfect<br />And that somebody wants you<br /><br />I'm surprised that you've never been told before<br />That you're priceless yeah, you're precious<br />Even when you are not new.<br /><br />Ah la la la la la la la la la <br />Ah la la la la la la la la la lah la laahh<br /><br /><br />I'm surprised that you've never been told before<br />That you're lovely and you're perfect<br />And that somebody wants you<br /><br />I'm surprised that you've never been told before<br />That you're priceless yeah, you're holy<br />Even when you are not new.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>wtf?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 14:38:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ what sort of other things?<br /><br />fill me in, I'm new at this whole thinking about things that aren't you process.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 18:01:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ my ear hurts like a bitch (ear infections SUCK ASS) <br />I can barely breathe through my nose <br />I don't have a sense of taste because of my cold <br />my head hurts<br />I'm overtired<br />MY EAR HURTS LIKE A WHORE <br />I'm freezing cold <br />it's raining like SLEET outside <br />(the raindrops are really close together and coming down really really fast so it feels like you're having a bucket of water dumped on you) <br />and I just had to pass up two excellent plans for my evening because I came home from my sister's inlaws place specifically to get some rest <br /><br />and all this is outweighed by the fact that earlier today I went with my sister to her 3D ultrasound and saw my niece alive and yawning and curling her fingers inside my sister's womb. <br /><br />I have a niece. <br />I am going to physically hold my niece in two months. <br /><br />and that is so fucking bomb .. and it's different from my nephew because I was so uninvolved in Holly's pregnancy that now he is alive I know I will barely see him even though I love him a lot <br /><br />but with Meaghan I will hold that child and bathe her and nap with her on the couch when she is a little older and go for walks with her and hold her hand and take her out for icecream and have her over for sleepovers at my residence and watch her grow old and listen to her cry about boys and counsel her and listen to her voice on the phone when she's having a bad day and comfort her and have fun with her and introduce her to parts of life that nobody else would think to do and teach her things and hug her and have her and be a huge part of her life <br /><br />and no love in the world compares to that<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>hurts so good</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 04:16:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ awwwh baby when it hurts so good <br /><br />sometimes love <br />don't feel like it should <br />yeah <br />(dun dun)<br />it hurts so good<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>sunkissed beaches</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:47:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ it's late and I'm up and I'm thinking about sunkissed beaches <br /><br />when it's late all I ever do is think of you <br />seems like it's been years! <br />has it?! already?!<br /><br />miss miss miss miss <br />crush crush crush crush <br />l - ?<br /><br />goodnight, long day behind me, long day ahead, and ahead, and ahead, until friday evening when emma and I go out to get plastered and pierced and prodded and poked and perforated until we resemble bubble wrap sent across a continent. <br /><br />ohhh, subtlety, my old friend. <br /><br />kiss me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>love</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 10:40:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I offer only four words on the human condition of Love <br /><br />rise apart<br />fall together<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>words</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:54:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ soggy ceasar salad <br />one AM <br />clock tick tick tick <br />secrets <br />exchanging <br />tell me about this <br />that <br />the other <br />three glasses of water <br />downed <br />tired<br />grey lines from a gold ring <br />styrofoam box <br />metal fork <br />back neck pain<br />you are perfect<br />you are wonderful<br />never change<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>fuck </title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:24:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I found out today that I'm anemic, which means I have a low iron level in my blood which means I'm going to be tired as fuck for the next few weeks as I get my iron levels back up with fucking vitamnins and broccoli and such <br /><br />and my blood sugars are still SHITTY <br /><br />I don't even have the mindset anymore where I want to wake up and fix all these health problems <br /><br />I want to crawl into bed and wake up tomorrow with a functioning pancreas and no fucking deficiencies <br /><br />I'm so fucking tired <br />I feel like shit <br />fuck <br />fuck <br />fuck<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 08:44:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mm, toast and peanut butter. <br /><br />I have not written a new song on the guitar or any poetry in a very long time. I also haven't been drinking green tea nearly as often as usual and I haven't been drinking water nearly enough - I mean so says the doctor who took one look at underneath my eyes and said I was dehydrated without even realizing it. <br /><br />ewww, my skin is like plastic. <br /><br />took the day off to sleep in and sort out my head, it's in pieces strewn all over the place. <br /><br />yesterday one of my preggo sisters popped and gave birth to a son, my nephew, named Logan. <br /><br />(SIIICCCKKK) <br /><br />my blood sugar is still crap, which is frustrating to even begin to think about so I'm going to stay off that topic if you don't mind. <br /><br />my hair is in dreadlocks all over my head<br />left my soul upstairs in my bed <br /><br />I have australia on my mind <br />(always)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Piece O' Me </title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 04:31:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ aha, yeah, a piece of me like, my pancreas? perhaps? if I could get that back sometime within the next 24 hours and have it fully loaded again that would be freakin' wonderful <br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br /><br />riddle me this, diabetics. <br /><br />I go to bed at 25.something, take all my usual insulin, you know, 32 Lantis, and a modified Humalog correction of 5 units, to get me downnn for the morning. I wake up .. let's see .. 8 hours later, and my BS is 21.6 <br /><br />aaahhhmmmm .. <br /><br />PISSED. <br /><br />No idea what's going on, maybe I really am sick, or maybe I'm just not doing my insulin in the right spots? I don't think I had a rebound during the night because I usually wake up when I go low, and I was up waayyy early today for about half an hour to finish up some homework and I didn't feel unwell when I got up - at least, not unwell enough to test. <br /><br />So. Yeah. Update ya on that at the end of the day. I'm taking my kit to school with me today and my needle, as usual. <br /><br />This had better solve itself because when at I was at my doctor's I told em, I said, I know what I have to do to get my a1c down. I KNOW. I'll do it, life has just been stressful lately. <br /><br />Life ain't so stressful anymore <br />(in fact, I am glowing) <br />so what the hell is wrong with me?!<br /><br />love <br />rachel<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>refreshing</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:26:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and after all the bullshit I've heard<br />it's refreshing not to see <br />that I don't have to pretend<br />he doesn't expect it <br />from <br />me <br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Shh </title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 07:50:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't think I have ever been more content with my life. <br /><br />not to mention psyched. <br /><br />I never told him, <br />but he gave me a purpose, too. <br /><br />something to work for <br /><br />and it's a wonderful feeling <br />almost as wonderful as being told you're wonderful by the person you are head over heels crazy for. <br /><br />almost<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Legitimate</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 15:06:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ honestly <br /><br />I want to yell at my life <br /><br />"what else ya got?" <br /><br />because .. I think I've got it all sorted and I think I'm in control but then I hit a bump and I make a mountain out of the bump, the bump of course being just over 8000 kilometers, and the mountain being the endless stream of pissed off questioning tactics <br /><br />it's like <br /><br />you got something good great fucking wonderful <br />and then you have to fuck with it to make sure it's legitimate <br /><br />I should be on a plane right now <br /><br />(making it legitimate) <br /><br />ra<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Life is Sorted</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 05:02:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I had a sort of epiphany while eating dinner with my good friend Emma last night. It was like everything about my life and what I want from it came to me in a blinding slash of realization, and I realized everything I had done wrong to get me to the bad points and everything I could do in the future to keep me high as a kite, happy as a clam, fit as a fiddle. <br /><br />I re-realized everything I used to know and still hadn't figured out about love, and what it is, and what it isn't, and I realized that my expectations are very high but that's where I should have them because I refuse to be disappointed again. <br /><br />I broke up with my ex boyfriend after eight months and I had no idea who he was as a human being .. we had our moments, we held hands, we whispered promises tiredly into eachother's ears, we made love, we hoped for the future, we made plans, but we didn't KNOW eachother. We knew fun facts, we knew figures, we knew equations but we never got to the heart and soul of one another - now I see him in the halls and think, "Who is this person I was so close to for such a long time?" <br /><br />Next time - there will be a next time, but no time soon because I don't want that for myself right now - it will be not serious so fast, I will not stop being fun and getting dressed up to see him, I will not tolerate idiotic statements based on pride, I will not tolerate self-obsession by any means, I will expect the world from whoever it is next time, and I'll give them the world back if they so choose to give theirs up first. <br /><br />I am so tired of being broken and hit and thrown around and baffled and upset. <br /><br />My New Year's Resolution was to stop crying, to not cry so much, to be more happy, and in the months after New Years I cried more than I ever have in my life = and all over some STUPID BOY. <br /><br />I am an idiot, I've behaved like an idiot, I've devoted my life to someone who doesn't deserve me and after four months was waning in my attentions. <br /><br />I am never in my life going to give myself to someone who will take me and abuse me the way he did. Abuse my SOUL and my PURPOSE the way he did. <br /><br />The way ANY of them did. <br /><br />I may never get married and have children and live the American Dream with the white picket fence, but I will be happy. <br /><br />I will be happy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Falling</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 13:05:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "A great wind blasted up clearing the smoke and she saw her feet beneath her standing on the edge of a cliff. So that was it, that was the other part. It came to her in this little shed. <br /><br />So this is what night is for, she thought, this is what arms are for. This is why that window is there, why people sleep at night, why they lie beside each other, what life is. <br /><br />This was the point. <br /><br />She split out of the world with him and everything around them became something sealing off the two of them with no time in it and no endings and no loss of worry. <br /><br />She was full. <br /><br />She set herself back against him very slowly and was silent for a while then turned and touched his face like an explorer with an archaeological find and kissed him and lay back again. The great thing was happening to her. She looked up and saw the white painted rafters showing up in the darkness and smelled the wet rope in the corners and saw the pointed flags hanging against the windows in the pitched roof. <br /><br />Her mind spread evenly over everything. <br /><br />Falling falling nothing had ever sounded like that <br /><br />falling in love." <br /><br />- Susan Minot, Evening<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I do</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:56:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ deep seated contentment<br /><br />yeah <br /><br />I'm just sitting here breathing and every breath takes me higher and closer to content <br /><br />and that whole conversation, face to face or otherwise, is going to freak me out <br /><br />not that I'm uncool about that, to the contrary, it just wasn't what I expected<br /><br />I guess that's half the fun <br /><br />and I want him. <br />you know?<br />I do <br />x<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>I GOT IN </title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 11:35:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just got two consecutive letters from my top two university choices (haven't heard from the third and seriously could care less, LMAO)<br /><br />Ryerson University <br />Yorke University <br /><br />God, I cannot BELIEVE I got into Ryerson - the portfolio I submitted was possibly the shittiest short film you've ever seen - and Yorke? YORKE? One of the hardest schools to get into in Ontario?! <br /><br />EYO! <br /><br />I have to defer both of these acceptances for a year but OMFG, I can't even believe I got in! <br /><br />This is quite possibly the best feeling in the WORLD!!! <br /><br />just wanted to share it with everyone!! <br /><br />much love <br />brainer <br /><br />:d<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Industralia</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 16:11:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think I'd be pretty damn wonderful at being Victorian. <br /><br />I can do an english accent, I enjoy corsets immensely, I am diverse, I love housework, I love getting dressed up and dancing, and I love being outdoors in a dress. Yeah. Okay, sign me up somewhere. <br /><br />Of course the whole repression of women bit sucks, but I would deal with that in a Jane Austen sort of way <br /><br />heh, okay. <br /><br />Oh, and today I noticed that my vibrator has an Industrial battery in it. <br /><br />I think that says a lot about me as a person. <br /><br />(ps. shakespearean aside for you: I almost wrote Insutralia, yeah, I'm nuts) <br /><br />love<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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                <title>Conceit</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:40:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HAHA <br /><br />yeah! conceited I may be, <br />but I fucking love my new <br />deviant ID <br /><br />you know when you take a really sick photo and you look at it afterwards like "whoa, I cannot believe I actually had a part in taking that it's so amazing,"<br /><br />yeah. it was one of those moments. thank god for timers and red dishclothes. <br /><br />ahaha.. I'm in such a good mood <br /><br />c00p: It's almost spring, which means it's almost summer, which means it's almost WINTER!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~country47</author>
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