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  <title>love's an excuse to get hurt</title>
  <subtitle>and to hurt... do you like to hurt? i do...</subtitle>
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    <name>e.m.m.a</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-13T04:37:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:23787</id>
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    <title>ATTENTION ALL BITCHES AND HOES!!! and all you other people too...</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T04:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T04:37:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE A NEW USERNAME!!! SO FUCKING ADD IT!!!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;or i'll cry and be sad :'( and lord knows i'm like that enough as it is.&lt;br&gt;
so yeah... add it bitch!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_____namecalling' lj:user='____namecalling' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/____namecalling/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/____namecalling/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;____namecalling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
w00tw00t that's damn sexay if i do say so myself&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:23390</id>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-12T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T21:40:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T21:40:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>miles talking about vector lengths</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hate to love and love to hate him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could work my life out&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didn't have to think the thoughts that i think&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get over this&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could've just deleted his number and never talked to him again&lt;br /&gt;i wish i hadn't convinced him to go into the same acting class as me&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could have a different life&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go back in time and do about a billion things differently&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could make all this hurt go away&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could read peoples minds&lt;br /&gt;i wish i couldn't love&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could only love friends... like as in a friendly way&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could stop wishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think i will&lt;br /&gt;and just deal with all this pain...&lt;br /&gt;so i finally get over him, or so i think... i actually think i am though... or maybe i'm just lying to myself... so i start liking someone else... but that won't work either. did i expect it to? nothing ever works for me. nothing. i'm just good at faking. so i accept the fact that won't work... then i get involved kinda with another guy, but does that work out either? NO! of course not. apparently he now doesn't want to have anything to do with me unless i have sex with him. which i wont. i hate my life, i hate the situations that i put myself in... it's the god awful truth that &lt;b&gt;love's an excuse to get hurt&lt;/b&gt; i wish i could just dissappear and not have to deal with my life... i hate feeling this way all the time... i wish i could just get up the courage to call him and ask why he never showed up... but all i can do i sit here... crying inside... and not really being able to do shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-11T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T04:04:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T04:04:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well i haven't updated this for a while...&lt;br /&gt;i had a really fun weekend that entailed dinner at i-hop&lt;br /&gt;two hilarious movies&lt;br /&gt;some very funny prank calls&lt;br /&gt;to a certain heartbreaker whom i hate&lt;br /&gt;ohh lala good times...&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to my darlings on MSN though!&lt;br /&gt;i've been with my dad at his house&lt;br /&gt;from friday up until now&lt;br /&gt;and my computer doesn't recieve WiFi at his house&lt;br /&gt;so i can't go on MSN&lt;br /&gt;cause it's on my computer&lt;br /&gt;which can't go online without WiFi&lt;br /&gt;so i'm MSNless&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me very sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-09T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T20:31:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T20:31:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="blue" cellspacing="0" width="300px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 32pt; color: black;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 64pt; color: black;"&gt;z&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="blue" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; color: white;"&gt;No smoking around Emma . Thankyou for your co-operation.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/warning-label/warning-label.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your warning label"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-09T13:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-09T20:28:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-09T20:28:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the greatest fall (of all time) by matchbook romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i couldn't do it...&lt;br /&gt;i called his cell phone...&lt;br /&gt;but the minute i heard his voice...&lt;br /&gt;i hung up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;but i cant talk to him&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt&lt;br /&gt;i wont&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt stop me from wanting to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be able to ask him to explain himself&lt;br /&gt;ask him why he wasnt here&lt;br /&gt;ask him if he knows how much he hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but i cant&lt;br /&gt;and i wont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-08T11:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T18:11:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T18:11:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>futurama theme song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesssssssssssssss we get to watch futurama now!!! i love futurama!!! i love miles chen's chemistry class. i fucking &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; it. we're going to watch the 'y of fry' or 'a cyclops built for two' but miles just decided that we're gonna watch the clone one, but we're really gonna watch watch 'amazon women in the something...' i didn't catch the last word oh well. byeas!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:22187</id>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-07T22:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T05:34:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T05:35:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ciggarette by yellowcard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">pointless... everything's pointless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wished people cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the days burning out like a cigarette, just a few drags to go&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and you broke me down somehow&lt;br /&gt;Everything just seemed so clear to me, nothing left to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you right and I'll love you pure, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say, that it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To save us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would wait for you (oh), if you would wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you (oh), if you will wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated the edge is serrated, so easily torn from the core&lt;br /&gt;I blushed the first time, but you blushed the last time my eyes in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Regenerated these feelings of hatred, I long for your love evermore&lt;br /&gt;You built me up and you broke me down this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would wait for you (oh), if you would wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait for you (oh), if you will wait for me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say, that it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To save us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you say</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:21832</id>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-07T09:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T16:10:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T16:10:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Miles is talking about electrocution</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;really and truly...&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the word love&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the feeling of it too&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that i can't fall out of it&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the way he always makes me laugh&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; how it hurts when he doesn't care at all&lt;br&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; how i've tried but i still can't manage...&lt;br&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; him&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this morning during morning meeting the meditaition was one on like&lt;br&gt;"loving kindness" or someting just as stupid... &lt;br&gt;i don't even really remember what happened, but i completely tuned out for a while&lt;br&gt;and i kinda fell asleep but when i woke up the first thing i heard was something like...&lt;br&gt;"what's the first thing that comes into your heart?"&lt;br&gt;and slowly but surely&lt;br&gt;his name found it's way &lt;br&gt;into my head&lt;br&gt;and now&lt;br&gt;i can't cry&lt;br&gt;i can't smile&lt;br&gt;i can't figure this out&lt;br&gt;i can't let him go&lt;br&gt;no matter how much it hurts&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;there was another entry i think&lt;br&gt;where i said that my heart felt like it was in vise and like it was just getting squeezed&lt;br&gt;tighter&lt;br&gt;and tighter&lt;br&gt;and that's how it feels now&lt;br&gt;and it fucking sucks&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;I HATE THIS FEELING! IT MAKES ME WANT TO RIP MY FUCKING HEART OUT OF MY CHEST SO I DON'T HAVE TO FEEL ANYTHING!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don't want to die... i don't want to hurt myself... i just want the pain to stop... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it's enought to make someone go crazy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but i don't have to worry about that...&amp;nbsp;i already am.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-06T12:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T19:13:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T19:13:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wires and Waves by Rilo Kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so... wow... this is kinda awkward. pearl and jack just left the library and now i'm left all alone here in the library with eliot... he's just kinda sitting at one end of the library and i'm at the other. it's really kinda peaceful. in the background 'First Day of My Life' by bright eyes. wow... this is really sort of awkward... oh well... people i'd love you forever if you'd comment because comments make me happy, and i'm better when i'm happy... max just walked into the library, but he left again pretty quick. it's a cozy room... i'm kind of afraid, jack just walked through the library and asked if we'd seen alex fulbright. eliot said no and jack left... still awkward. now i'm about to listen to the blood brothers... i love this song so much... i usually always listen to 'Love Rhymes with Hideous Car Wreck' which is what i'm listening to right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tire tracks&lt;br /&gt;zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.&lt;br /&gt;The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,&lt;br /&gt;the wincing relatives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bid her farewell then got in your car&lt;br /&gt;and that's the last thing that you can recall.&lt;br /&gt;and when they pulled you out&lt;br /&gt;you didn't know your name&lt;br /&gt;exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you met Jane four years ago today&lt;br /&gt;dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.&lt;br /&gt;Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,&lt;br /&gt;her tired underpants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love [x12]&lt;br /&gt;rhymes with pity now&lt;br /&gt;Love [x12]&lt;br /&gt;rhymes with sympathy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane let you touch and feel her&lt;br /&gt;she was so free like a pineapple in a tree&lt;br /&gt;You said it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;to be so intimate&lt;br /&gt;You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane said when she laid on her back&lt;br /&gt;the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some things never get better&lt;br /&gt;like used cars and bad livers.&lt;br /&gt;So you traded her in for a better looking brand.&lt;br /&gt;One with fake porno tits&lt;br /&gt;a pad lock on her lips&lt;br /&gt;disposable tan&lt;br /&gt;biodegradable hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;you got no visitors at all.&lt;br /&gt;She visits you in your sleep, &lt;br /&gt;but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met him a week after you left her&lt;br /&gt;when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.&lt;br /&gt;He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment&lt;br /&gt;and then they did all the things&lt;br /&gt;you never said that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you gave your burden a name. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you gave your burden a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your burden looks an awful lot like her.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-05T18:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T01:38:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T01:38:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>listening to tom play something on the guitar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">listening to tom play 'emily' by from first to last almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preston used to play that song for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who fucking told me about the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear god... i just don't think i'll ever be over him</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-05T12:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T19:43:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T19:43:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nobody puts baby in the corner by fallout boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear emma, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are really _____. You should _____. We need to go _____. After that we can _____. Remember that time we _____? That was really _____. Maybe tomorrow we can _____.I really want to _____ with you. You are my _____. I _____ you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed your _____,&lt;br /&gt;_____ &lt;br /&gt;p.s. _____.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill it out..reply in the comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO THIS!!! I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU DO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-04T13:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T20:06:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T20:06:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>miles talking, but Emily by From First to Last is in my head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hate falling in love... &lt;br /&gt;i really do...&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to like kill that part of you?&lt;br /&gt;so that you can't fall so head over heels for someone?&lt;br /&gt;if it is possible&lt;br /&gt;please please &lt;b&gt;PLEASE&lt;/b&gt; tell me&lt;br /&gt;i can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to feel this sad&lt;br /&gt;and i know that emotions like this usually pass&lt;br /&gt;cause someone will make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll feel happier&lt;br /&gt;but really...&lt;br /&gt;it's eating away at me...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, my heart is actually starting to &lt;i&gt;hurt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm not talking about who you think i'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;or i could be...&lt;br /&gt;you'd never know would you?&lt;br /&gt;cause i hide things too damn well</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-03T14:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T21:28:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T21:29:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nobody puts baby in the corner by fallout boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drink down that Gin and Kerosene,&lt;br&gt;And come spit on bridges with me, &lt;br&gt;Just to keep us warm.&lt;br&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll keep my jealousy close, &lt;br&gt;'Cause it's all mine.&lt;br&gt;And if you say this makes you happy, &lt;br&gt;Then I'm not the only one lying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Keep quiet,&lt;br&gt;Nothing comes as easy as you.&lt;br&gt;Can I lay in your bed all day?&lt;br&gt;I'll be your best kept secret &lt;br&gt;And your biggest mistake.&lt;br&gt;The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'll keep my jealousy close, &lt;br&gt;'Cause it's all mine.&lt;br&gt;And if you say this makes you happy, &lt;br&gt;Then I'm not the only one lying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Drink down that Gin and Kerosene,&lt;br&gt;And come spit on bridges with me, &lt;br&gt;Just to keep us warm.&lt;br&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br&gt;Light a match to leave me be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So wear me like a locket around your throat.&lt;br&gt;I'll weigh you down. &lt;br&gt;I'll watch you choke.&lt;br&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;[comes back in during chorus 2nd time:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;(So wear me like a locket around your throat.&lt;br&gt;I'll weigh you down. &lt;br&gt;I'll watch you choke.&lt;br&gt;You look so good in blue.&lt;br&gt;You look so good in blue.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;why is it that this song makes me feel like crying? i don't get it, but all of a sudden i feel so... ridiculously down and sad... maybe it's because i always want what i can never have... oh great, here come the tears...&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:19457</id>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-03T13:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T20:40:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T20:40:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;things that i miss a lot:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex b.&lt;br /&gt;tom&lt;br /&gt;preston&lt;br /&gt;the summer&lt;br /&gt;my lip venom&lt;br /&gt;my sanity...</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-01T08:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T16:23:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T16:23:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff" size="7"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER FUCKING APRIL FOOLS DAY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff" size="7"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:18995</id>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-04-01T01:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T09:07:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T09:07:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>evil by interpol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yanno what's sad? i couldn't sleep and i got bored... so i decided to do homework... what's wrong with me doctor? can you please perscribe me something that will make my pain and my insanity go away?</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-03-31T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T06:28:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T06:28:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Science vs. Romance</lj:music>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-03-28T09:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T17:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T17:26:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'll be taking my leave of the computerized world for a few days&lt;br /&gt;tis tragic.&lt;br /&gt;i'll return to you lovelies on wednesday night though.&lt;br /&gt;i &amp;hearts; you &lt;br /&gt;and i shall miss you&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss you like the sand misses the waves when the tide is low&lt;br /&gt;good bye for now my loves</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_disc0theque:17825</id>
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    <title>This Fucking Crazy Weekend</title>
    <published>2005-03-27T23:05:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T18:15:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Grand Theft Autumn by Fallout Boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;soooooo here's a summary of my weekend&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so on friday school ended early and i went back to milli's house with vicky and pearl and megger and milli and aleks. when we got to millis we decided to go to the beach and it was really awesomely sweet. when we first got there we climbed up a big rock and sat for a while, then me and pearl decided to excavate a new rock but according to pearl they were all "shit rocks" so we didn't. they six of us kind of branched off into two groups. me and pearl and vicker were messing around by the water side and megger, milli and aleks were all sitting by the rock. vicker has like SOOOO many funny pictures from that day. then on the way back to milli's i was scourging pearl and she was like&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;pearl: ow you're scourging me!&lt;br&gt;me: hahahahahaha!&lt;br&gt;pearl: ow! gosh it's like the passion of me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(first blasphemy)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;then vicker, me and pearl went to the good friday service at vickers church. on the way there vicker blasphemeyd because she compared herself to christ...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;vicky: gosh! i'm so nice and i'm so forgiving! i'm like the modern day jesus.&lt;br&gt;pearl: BLASPHEMY!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;there's gonna be quite a bit of dialouge in the entry. so then while we were at church people were venerating the big cross that the people brought up infront of everyone. me and pearl venerated and then when we sat down i said...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;me: that's kind of odd... all those people are kissing the cross&lt;br&gt;pearl: yeah wouldn't that suck if you got Mono from the cross?&lt;br&gt;me: (laughing my ass off)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so then after the good friday service we went to the Eyes Wide Open exhibit down by city hall which was very sad. it was this exhibit type thing to honor all those that have been killed in Iraq. it's hard to describe... it was just really sad. i'll post a picture of it... that's what i'll do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/100_3137.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*vicky took this picture&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;while we were at the exhibit there were people on a stage reading off names of those who'd died, so me and vicky and pearl and vicky's mom decided we should read names too, so we did. it was a very cold night. so after we saw the exhibit it was decided that pearl was going to spend then night at my house along with vicky. so we all went to FUUUUUUZIOS! for dinner! haha gotta love Fuzios! w00tw00t. so the while we were in Fuzios me and pearl decided we're going to start a band and vick decided that we're going to be called &lt;strong&gt;The Bark Fucks&lt;/strong&gt;... sometimes i have no idea what goes through that girls head... oh well.&lt;br&gt;so i started doing that ndzhssss thing (probably on vicker and pearl are gonna get that) so then pearl started singing the burrito taco song. here are the lyrics&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Taco Song"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No burritos just tacos no &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;no no no no...&lt;br&gt;can i have a burrito? no &lt;br&gt;can I have an enchilada? no&lt;br&gt;one fajita an 2 quesedillas? no no no&lt;br&gt;no no no no...&lt;br&gt;no enchiladas, no tostadas, no quesedillas, only tacos&lt;br&gt;no burritos just tacos no, no burritos just tacos no&lt;br&gt;no no no no...&lt;br&gt;se la balle calita (?)&lt;br&gt;Americano esta bailando,&lt;br&gt;Peruviano esta bailando&lt;br&gt;Nicaraguenze esta bailando&lt;br&gt;Never heard of it esta bailando&lt;br&gt;no burritos just tacos no &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;no enchiladas, no quesedillas, no fajitas, no tostadas&lt;br&gt;Only Tacoooos&lt;br&gt;a la balle calita &lt;br&gt;doot doot doo doo doo doo doo...&lt;br&gt;no burritos just tacos no, no burritos just tacos no&lt;br&gt;can I get a cheeseburger? No&lt;br&gt;can I get a...faaa.. no &lt;br&gt;Can I get anything? no&lt;br&gt;No no only tacos? &lt;br&gt;No no Tacos&lt;br&gt;No burrtios just tacos no&lt;br&gt;Only Tacos! &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry sir we're out of tacos &lt;i&gt;[x6]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so that was really uber funny. and then we blasphemyed again by writing a jesus rap. i lost the napkin on which we wrote it but i do remember some of it so here's the part i remember.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lil' jesus, lil' jesus yo yo yo he was betrayed by judas. he was born in bethlehem, his tunic didn't have a hem. they through lots for his clothes, and inflicted him with many blows.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;that's all i remember. vicky said we'd go to hell for writing a rap like that. that's okay though. hahaha. so then after fuzios we reted Not Another Teen Movie and we watched it and it was funny. we decided that Laney Briggs brother looked like Jimmy Neutron. then we went to sleep downstairs in my moms basement. then we woke up the next morning blah blah blah. and then the three of us went to my voice lessons. well first pearl and vicky went to pearls house for a half hour so they didn't have to listen to me sing scales. then they came back halfway through my lesson and listened to me sing. then after that we were driving home and we saw this TOTALLY FLIPPIN SWEET garage sale going on so we literally jumped out of the car. i found this awesome old fasioned wedding dress that looks like the one Cecilia wears in The Virgin Suicides. So i was like drooling over this dress and the whose garage sale it was came up to me and vicky and pearl and was like&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Weird guy: yeah that’s an awesome dress&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Me: I know! I love it sooooo much!!! I think I’m gonna buy it&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Weird guy: Do you want to try it on? Yanno, make sure it fits?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Me: yeah totally that’d be great&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Weird guy: okay well my truck’s right there, you can just change in the back&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Me: (looks to where he’s pointing. Truck’s across the street under a tree, slightly up a hill)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;(Vicky and &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Pearl&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; look at me like wtf?)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Me: (voice unsure and nervous) ummmm… yeah… maybe I’ll just buy it&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Woman who’s married to the weird guy: well you could just try it on over your clothes&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Me: yeah! That’s a great idea!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;(Me, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Pearl&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Vicky breath a sigh of relief)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so that was a really weird part of the day. after that we went back to my house and died pearls hair black. that was fun. after that Megger came over and all four of us went downtown. we bopped around and me and megger got mashed potatoes at the Macy's food court because that's our tradition. (i love that tradition megger!!!) and then we went upstairs into Sephora and we got bombarded by people trying to sell us perfume. as a sales gimmick they were making people cotton candy, so me and megger got some. it was uber yummy. after that we left and went to Urban Outfitters where everything's too expensive to buy.&amp;nbsp;then megger got new shoes at puma. then she left and me an vicky and pearl tried to get smoothies at this place. Me and Vicky ordered Pina Colada smoothies and specifically asked that there be NO coconut shaving's in our smoothies. then the woman said something that i couldn't understand so i was like what? and she was like adkfa;eliaj;erf and i still couldn't understand her but she was already being bitchy so i was like whatever. and so after i give her specific instructions of NO COCONUT SHAVINGS WHATSOEVER!!! she puts them in anyways and my smoothie sucked. then me and vicker and pearl went back to vickers house. and we got ready to go see&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Gym Class Heros&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Midtown&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fallout boy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;concert wich was OMGOSH so much fun. i went into every circle pit that was started and i was like oh yeah i'm such a hardXcore chick! hahaha.&amp;nbsp;i took vicker into her first ever circle pit which is so awesome. i have bruises all over my body but i'm good. italked to a hot guy named Mike which was pretty funny. he let me wear his hat, hahaha. so then this morning i went to an easter service at Grace Cathedral. it was fun to see Lizzy and Brittany and Lily.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it was a good weekend...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;PRESTON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;mkay. sooooo here's the deal with this gay ass fucker. i call him like a month ago to invite him to the fallout boy concert. i bought four tickets. one for me, one for vicker, one for vickers mom, and one for preston because he asked me to. so then i don't talk to him till last weekend. and i only talk to him for like 5 minutes, which is enough to confirm that a) he was gonna be here this weekend and b) that he'd come over to my house at 1:30 so that we could go hang on Haight before the concert. so then it's friday and i'm trying to get a hold of him but i can't, so i call his sister-in-law to ask if Preston's in the city yet and she's all like "he was supposed to be in the city this weekend? i never heard a word from him about that" so by now i'm pretty fucking pissed. so i'm calling him and calling him but he never answered. so i'm just thinking of all the other times when he's blown me off or let me down and it just added up! like hella much... then i started thinking about how much pain and suffering he's really caused me. and then i started questioning why the hell i ever liked him in the first place... then i came to the conclusion that in reality i've been over him for a really long time, i just haven't been able to let it go and move on. but i have. it's a great feeling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;"its amazing what youll find when you just open your eyes&lt;br&gt;sometimes love can leave you blind&lt;br&gt;but still you try to cover all the lies and ignore all the signs&lt;br&gt;sometimes love can leave you blind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what i thought was a certainty has left me spinning in circles again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;comparing to the last time that we had spoke it seems to&lt;br&gt;me that youre not happy like you used to be&lt;br&gt;to you im like a flavor that wouldnt last you took one bite&lt;br&gt;than spat me out real fast&lt;br&gt;and now this mark remains and will never ever go away"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it's a little bit funny how that song up there is exactly what i went through while i was still holding onto preston. i can't believe i ever liked him... now just going back and seeing what a sad sap i was makes me disgusted. *shudder* it makes me sick. i don't even want to be his friend anymore... he has absolutely NO redeeming qualities except for the fact that he listens to good music. but that's all. was a sad specimen of human... i think i pity him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;well that's all for now!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp;hearts; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lurve you all&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-03-24T11:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T19:59:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T20:06:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment with your opinion</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-03-24T09:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T17:32:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;hearts;</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-03-22T08:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T17:20:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T17:20:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brightly Wound by Eisley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sooooo i'm in flexy... i'm kinda really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just downloaded one of my favorite Distillers songs cause somehow it got like randomly stuck in my head... lovely but odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come down like a hurricane sucked up inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I spit out the suffer, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You say you want a revelation, &lt;br /&gt;Well, revel in this my lover.&lt;br /&gt;You’re free at liberty is this what you want? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;There’s a highway to, to the edge, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Once a night you will drive yourself there&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road you will find the answer&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road you will drink the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come down like a bloody rain cuts up flesh sky, &lt;br /&gt;Pulse beating under, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Meat petals bloom in a bone garden&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no god, no ghost gonna save you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell souls at the side of the road&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to take a number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, come on, get what you come for don't &lt;br /&gt;Waste my time, come on, get what you come for don't &lt;br /&gt;waste my time, come on, get what you come for don't &lt;br /&gt;waste my time, come on, get what you come for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you burn in the eye of my sun&lt;br /&gt;I fucked you in the eye of my sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you burn in the eye of my sun (in the eye of my sun) yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;[repeat x3]&lt;br /&gt;I fucked you in, in the eye of my sun (in the eye of my sun) yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainly is a strange song... hmmm whatever. i woke up this morning and that weird thing happened. for those of you i haven't talked to about it it's this weird thing where i'll just be kinda chillin out nothings wrong, nothing to be panicked about and then all of a sudden like if a certain song comes on inside i just start freaking out. like my outer appearance will just be like chillin out jammin to music or whatever, but if you were to turn me inside out i'd be running around my house in a panic screaming my guts out and crying and trying to rip myself apart. i guess maybe it's repercussions of hiding how i feel for so long. now i can't help but keep things inside, but these things whatever they are i don't want to keep them inside. it's driving me insane... i can't even like function when that happens, like all i can do is sit there and... god it's so weird... maybe i'm loosing my mind. that seems reasonable... does anyone maybe think that i'm bi-polar? sarah baron asked if i was and i just don't even know what's up with me... i don't think that i'm bi-polar... i think i'm just terminally depressed or what-fucking-ever my therapist said... it's happening again. i feel like someone's put my heart in a vice and is just tightening and tightening... i can't do anything about it. i wish all this craziness would just STOP. i feel like i know what would make it stop but i'm not gonna say what it is and god... is there any like disease or something where your heart shrinks? cause it sure feels like that's what's happening. wait, maybe it's just breaking again... is this what a broken heart feels like? all this time when i've been sad about certain things i've always thought well that's the end, i'm broken and dead. but this is what it feels like... i guess before i was just being self-pitiying or whatever, but this hurts. how am i gonna get through this weekend alive? how much more is it gonna hurt after he leaves? i don't even feel like a person anymore... things just don't feel real anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is going on? how can i make it stop? what's gonna happen this weekend? what's gonna happen in my life? will tom's parents say he can come here for the warped tour? will things ever go right? will my parents ever let me have a boyfriend again? will i take things slower? will i ever get really over preston? will i ever be able to move on? what will happen with the nameless guy? am i really insane? am i chemically imbalanced? what's stopping me from ending all the pain? would i ever actually go that far? what's keeping me holding on? is therapy really gonna help me be okay? will i ever have a career in singing? will people in my school stop hating me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate having so many un-answered questions... please comment... i need help&lt;br /&gt;or at least someone really close to me to talk me through this</content>
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    <title>the_disc0theque @ 2005-03-21T13:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T21:49:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">hahahaha!!!! i stole Toms old userpic because he's not using it anymore and ville valo is my new boyfriend (i wish)</content>
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    <title>Pearls words of wisdom</title>
    <published>2005-03-20T08:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-20T08:07:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Troy which is a HORRIBLE movie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ohhh here's a naked chick for you and your amusement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lord! there's a naked chick in your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look! he actually did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP I DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T there's nothing worth commenting on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA they're at it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX it's so hot&lt;br /&gt;Not really... they're just chillin in the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's like screwing here from beind!&lt;br /&gt;no he's not they're just spooning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA flaming arrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they're killing greece. that's the way to conduct your battles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on now? oh everything's aflame. whoa fireball! they're getting chased by fireballs!! are you watching this! *weird silly noise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one thin\g i hate it's spear banging... they have it in like every movie! *demonstrates spear banging*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the road for hector... god! i hate achilles so bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/16.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y47/mixOFwordsANDtricks/28.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <published>2005-03-20T04:43:07Z</published>
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