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                <title>baby</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 07:10:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a baby now and it is okay. Still scary, but he's amazing (of course) so it's all good.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>Love and Marriage and a Baby Carriage</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 21:31:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am no longer getting married, because I'm about to have a baby and we can't afford to do both (or be bothered to do both, if I'm honest.) <br /><br />I am scared out of my god damned mind.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>Procrastination</title>
                <link>http://lambkin.deviantart.com/journal/13585811/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 23:28:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm doing everything I possibly can to avoid cleaning my house.. including updating my deviantart journal! Who'd have thunk it ?<br />
<br />
Am now off to design some dresses. For the sake of designing dresses. And to avoid housecleaning even more. <br />
<br />
Cleaner wanted <br />
Pay - love and spanks<br />
Flexible hours<br />
Drinker OK ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>The Old Ball &amp; Chain</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 03:40:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I appear to be getting hitched. On July 5th, 2008, to be exact. Uni holidays. How sad is it that everything I plan to do must be worked around Uni. Boo to school. But hooray to wedding!<br />
<br />
I know where I want to get hitched. <br />
I know what dress I want to wear. <br />
I know what cake I want baked. <br />
I know what music I want played. <br />
I know who my groom is. <br />
<br />
Excellent!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>A Summer Wasted</title>
                <link>http://lambkin.deviantart.com/journal/11738266/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 17:20:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, maybe not wasted.. <br />
but it is nearing its end. <br />
<br />
Uni resumes in 9 and a half days now, and I feel anxious and nervous and whatnot, although I am quite looking forward to getting back into some sort of definitive routine. I have been living the gypsy lifestyle for far too long now. I threaten to have a tanty when I realise, for instance, that my favourite pair of shoes is at the Sydney house (as opposed to the Glen house, the Bay house or the Newcastle house.) I feel as though I have travelled a million miles, but it's not as if I have nothing to show for it. Alas, it is still exhausting. <br />
Alas, I am still whining. <br />
<br />
My fiance' got his Learner's Drivers Licence the other day. Terrifying. But still so proud of him. <br />
Hooray, I say. Hooray! <br />
<br />
Now .. off to search the deep dark depths of tEh iNteRWeB for second hand text books...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>haikus</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:07:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ your love won't break me <br />
i crouch lonely, guarded still<br />
waiting for the fall<br />
<br />
<br />
the cat is thirsty<br />
sipping from a broken bowl <br />
laps shards and water<br />
<br />
<br />
thirsty for knowledge<br />
waits in line for her text books<br />
who will pay the bill?<br />
<br />
<br />
skin made of paper<br />
strike a match and watch her burn <br />
ashes blow away<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>Irritating Survey</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 09:34:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The year is not officially over, or anywhere near finished reaaally.. <br />
but UNI is almost over, and it's 4 in the morning and I cannay sleep.. so here is an irritating 'best of 2006' survey. <br />
<br />
In 2006, did you:<br />
<br />
1. go to a party?:  yes<br />
2. try something new?:  yes<br />
3. have someone change your life?:  yes<br />
4. kiss someone?: yes<br />
5. tell your family and friends you love them?:  yes<br />
6. buy something extravagant?:  no<br />
7. had someone else do something nice for you?:  yes!<br />
8. do something terribly wrong?: yes<br />
9. move?:  yes<br />
10. go to a concert?:  yes<br />
<br />
best of the year:<br />
1. party:  none that stand out<br />
2. show: House, Lost<br />
3. cd: The Grates - Gravity Won't Get You High<br />
4. movie: Children of Men<br />
5. song: Regina Spektor - Fidelity<br />
6. experience: Freezing my tits off in Europe<br />
7. purchase:   Food!!<br />
8. book: Female Chauvanist Pig by Ariel Levy<br />
9. month: Ahh.. October ? <br />
10. day: Saturday<br />
<br />
worst of the year:<br />
1. party: Housemate's. Ew. <br />
2. show: Meerkat Manor. I don't even begin to understand what that is about.. <br />
3. cd: I don't listen to bad CDs <br />
4. movie:  I'm guessing Snakes on a Plane was pretty bad.. <br />
5. song: Damn hippety hop<br />
6. experience: Bah<br />
7. purchase: Plane ticket back to England.. lost alot of money. Boo!<br />
8. book: N/A<br />
9. month: March<br />
10. Day: Monday<br />
<br />
hopes for 2007:<br />
1. predict something that you think will happen in 2007?: I will eat too much<br />
2. what do you hope changes about your country?: Refugee and asylum seeker policies, that Johnny would sign the Kyoto Protocol, that Johnny would be overthrown and Bob Brown would be new prime minister. <br />
3. what do you hope for yourself?: Good fortune and good luck<br />
4. what do you hope for your family?: Health and happiness<br />
5. what do you hope for your best friend?: A kick up the arse. <br />
<br />
during 2006:<br />
1. where were you when it began?: In a hotel room in England<br />
2. did you stay up?: I tried.<br />
3. what was your new year wish?: That everything was gonna be alright (in the summertimme... baaaabby in the summer time!!)<br />
4. how many boyfriends/girlfriends?: 2, technically. 3 in my mind. <br />
5. broke up?: 2. <br />
6. have any crushes?: Yes!<br />
7. care to mention names?: No!<br />
8. new friends?: a few gems. <br />
9. had to say goodbye?: yep<br />
10. missed anyone?: dreadfully<br />
11. win anything?: nah.. never do! <br />
12. best place you went to?: England<br />
13. worst place you went to?:  No idea!<br />
14. happiest moment?:  a few mornings ago<br />
15. how was your birthday?:  Really actually quite terrible.<br />
16. best present?: plane ticket to Europa<br />
<br />
MEMORIES FROM EACH MONTH:<br />
january: Freezing my butt off in Europe, climbing the Eiffel Tower, marvelling at the Swiss Alps, getting drunk in Bavarian Beer Halls, dreadfully ill in a Berlin hospital, cruising down La Rambla in Barcelona, Goudi's garden, old family and new friends, spending too much time on a bus, drunk in Venice, bad Italian pizza. <br />
february: Coming home, saying goodbye forever, being dreadfully ill (still), starting Uni, living on my own. <br />
march: Still sick! Birthday, blah. <br />
april: Easter? I can't really remember.! House sitting. Um. pizza. <br />
may: I really have no idea. Uni over my head. Dancing like a 'tard in Art class. <br />
june: Started getting colder? I suppose? Yum cha. Yumm cha. <br />
july: Sick again, Holidays, the failure that was Alan, enter Moses. <br />
august: Moses, Cold, Housemate, back to school. Depressed by school. Boo. More yum cha. Designer chocolate. Too much weed. <br />
september: Hayfever, more Moses, stressy Uni, holidays, working too much, being totally broke. <br />
october: Failing creatively, more Moses, emotional wreck, sick again, too much driving. Weather getting hot. Swimming! Attempting to get fit (failing miserably) Pancakes. <br />
november: Exams, pancakes, more Moses, bye-bye housemate, not working enough, still broke, good Indian food. <br />
december: Still to come!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>up to our tits in it</title>
                <link>http://lambkin.deviantart.com/journal/10188688/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 02:56:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Up To My Tits <br />
Current mood: stressed and frustrated <br />
<br />
<br />
I am up to my tits in uni work, and more debt in thousands than I can count on my 10 fingers. Yes.. this is bad. This is not where I wanted to be at this point in my life. But, to be honest, I had no idea where exactly I wanted to be at this point in my life. I'm pretty sure it wasn't (still) panicking over stupid uni assignments and being too poor to buy fucking groceries, though.<br />
<br />
I need a day at the beach, a nice long shag and a big fat joint and/or bottle of wine.<br />
<br />
I need a fucking holiday.<br />
(but don't we all?)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>Inspired</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:06:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel relatively inspired this evening, but too lazy to really do anything about it. <br />
<br />
In theory, tonight is a night for poetry. Tonight is a night for art, for writing songs, penning erotica, taking obscure macro shots of items in my fruit bowl, making fresh pasta... <br />
<br />
In reality, I'm sitting in my pyjamas with a bowl of frozen yoghurt watching <i>The Footy Show</i> of all things, and being confused about cheerleaders in general, but mainly just scared at being able to see their ribs. ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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                <title>Cats</title>
                <link>http://lambkin.deviantart.com/journal/9153949/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2006 23:03:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a question.. <br />
Why do so many people take photos of CATS and put them on here? I don't like cats. They make me sneeze, and they kill everything. <br />
<br />
Seriously, people. Get an interesting pet! Or at least stop taking photos of your damn cat. <br />
<br />
/end rant ]]></description>
                <author>~lambkin</author>
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