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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 15:15:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I*M SORRY!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;d like to start off with apolagising a thousand times to ash-carpenter whoms birthday i missed, i mena tto send a happy b-day message here but the library was closed and mums comp has 10000 to many viruses so it crashed... again.... anyway i suppose there is better late than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also summer seem to come here it is hot outside and i want to tan up a bit this summer, i look like a ghost.... hope yall have fun and once again, i&apos;m sorry</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 21:08:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>a few things to get ready for summer</title>
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  <description>the summer is soon here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that is awsome from where i&apos;m sitting and today the ice left the rivers so the warmth is not far away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my newest adiction is the new trend of white tea it is good for you and with lemon it is amazing,&amp;nbsp; i make ice tea out of it and carry it around with me in bottles all the time, i ice green tea too but white is tastier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went windowshoping today and i found this kinky silver bikini that had chains and screamed dominatrix, also a pair of hookershoes that is leopard patterened... so my to buy list gets longer by the second, anyone got a million to spare???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer i love......&lt;br /&gt;.... ice tea&lt;br /&gt;.... escada ocean lounge&lt;br /&gt;.... inlines&lt;br /&gt;... hot days at the beach</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:35:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>have someone seen my brain? if so don&apos;t step on it plz</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;i lost my usb today, somewhere between the dinner table and the desk it is gone, i know i had it, held it, and even placed it on a flat surface but i can&apos;t remember where and i have looked everywhere for it! it is freaking me out. &lt;br /&gt;i think i might need to get something fun to do i feel very dazed lately. i&apos;m still not sure why, but my reliable sorcess say it is cause i&apos;m not out enough, but hell i&apos;m out every day these days.... but i still just wanna curl up in my bed. talking of beds i had a spec-fucking-tacular dream the other night, i&apos;ll add it in a cut lets just say i saw Romeo in a new light, and i&apos;m talking the musican not the dude in the play. further my cat has now lost his stitches and is all good pics are up on myspace you&apos;ll find linkage under my homepage, and i am stuck on the xmas_n_july fic, i need to get some sun and warmth and get inspired agan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am basicly me in the dream and i&apos;m being followed by something or someone and my aunt who in the dream wasn&apos;t my aunt but some freaky mob-head-of-the-family-figure hires Romeo to be my bodyguard, i don&apos;t aprove cause i am not very impressed with having a keyboardist as a bodyguard, so i slip in to a 7-eleven to buy some M&amp;amp;Ms and to make him lose his track, he doesn&apos;t cause the 7-eleven is suddenly a parking garage and i&apos;m hiding from the others that follow me and romeo is saving me basicly by making me crawl but in the dream i&apos;m feeling like a serious airhead i don&apos;t even think that i might should crawl and then we are walking down the street away from there and all of a suddden he is freaking tall and well male, that seemed like i think he is a girl but i don&apos;t it was just like this sense. he walks away and i am once again standing in the 7-eleven, with my candy.&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up i instantly wanted to go back to sleep to get to know how it ended... and it would make sense that he would seem big as i&apos;m tiny.... i&apos;m not getting the change across properly but it was there, like so profound on sucha a basic level and i can&apos;t put words on it, just trust it is there....</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 21:57:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>some happy things</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m moving soon, like anyday as soon as they call and give the ok soon, and i am finally FINALLY writing again, requests will be ansvered but i am currently finishing the pinseries part three for cb, a scene for a th fic i promised stella to do, and making my calendrar clear for the new btvs/atsthingy &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff233/Cricketpoor/000dydap.png&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;the banner is not mine i&apos;m not taking cred for it but you should check out the comunity here on lj, i&apos;m in and i hope you are</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 12:03:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>words of meaning</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;i sent this email to a few people i feel like i&apos;ve negelcted one of these peope is my mum. i got this reply today and i can&apos;t help but feel very good aout it. she is the best mum one can wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are&amp;nbsp;so precious to me i would never hesitate&amp;nbsp;to die for you. I gave you life but you also gave me mine.&amp;nbsp;Go out there and find your path, as long as i can follow i will walk right behind you. I love you more than you can understand and i couldn&amp;acute;t have a greater daughter.With all the love in this world, mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had to share. thank you mum &amp;lt;33</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 14:58:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;stole this from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_enlisted_smile&apos; lj:user=&apos;enlisted_smile&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://enlisted-smile.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://enlisted-smile.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;enlisted_smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;/lj&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here&apos;s how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (Amarok, iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that&apos;s playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don&apos;t lie and try to pretend your cool...just type it in man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Love is a many slendored thing -grease soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Filth in the beauty - gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day at School:&lt;br /&gt;a thousand words savage garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;br /&gt;rock&apos;n&apos;roll is &amp;quot;not&amp;quot; dead -miyavi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss:&lt;br /&gt;enter sandman - metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;play my music - camp rock soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;aint afraid to die - dir en grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;night moves bob-seger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;all the things she said -&amp;nbsp; tatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;paradise by the dashboard lights - meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;i fail -regi ft scala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;dappunroru koushien (baseball) -miyavi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;keep the faith - bon jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;backstreet girl -social distortion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;br /&gt;dozing green - dir en grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;mellos theme - death note soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;sk8er boi - avril lavinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;affirmation - savage garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;savin&apos; me - nickelback</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 15:24:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>v day and bday preps</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy valentines day all!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i&apos;ve been productive, i&apos;ve written a th valentines fic that i&apos;ll post here later and i have made a very short but i hope good wish list for my birthday. i&apos;ve given it to my father earlier and i hope he gets his ass around to give me something from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #003366&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #003366&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;the wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;babylon AD on dvd&lt;br /&gt;csi season 4 on dvd&lt;br /&gt;ncis season 1 on dvd&lt;br /&gt;csi miami season 1 on dvd&lt;br /&gt;satin sheets&lt;br /&gt;candels&lt;br /&gt;cool household items&lt;br /&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;iPhone&lt;br /&gt;Heartsick by Chelsea Cain&lt;br /&gt;Skintrade by Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;White witch black curse - Kim Harisson&lt;br /&gt;Heros heel volume 2 and 3&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous carat volumes 1-4&lt;br /&gt;digital camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my stepmum buys me the satinsheets they use as they&apos;re wonderful and tons better than the ones i can aford for myself. I also put out a hint that i&apos;d be a happy gal if someone could find somewhere online to get me leverage..... my&amp;nbsp;uncle is good at that type of thing so i hope my dad has sense to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further to say that the vid i linked in my last post is not working on youtube but if you ask i&apos;ll send it to you it is the only vid i ever made that i&apos;m happy withso i&apos;m a bit more than anoyed that i can&apos;t have it on youtube....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lots of love on this valentines day!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 00:26:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>adiction</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;right now i&apos;m adicted to moviemaker and this is my third completed vid,my only Linsey vid at that ...&amp;nbsp;hope you enjoy it, or hate it but that you let me know either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://se.youtube.com/watch?v=MqIhVzG3gzk&quot;&gt;http://se.youtube.com/watch?v=MqIhVzG3gzk&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2009 10:17:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>movies, fun, talks and remember to not eat me when i&apos;m ground meet at the deli</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;so yesterday was great as expected, right now i&apos;m at annas job while she works a little, anyway i&apos;m feeling strangly awake, then it is 11 and i was up at 7 so yeah either way we&apos;re watching the dark knight tonight which i expect will be great&amp;nbsp; i mean it is nominated for atleast one oscar and since when are batman moves nominated for oscars???&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;now i&apos;m gonna go snoop through ff.net for some fun fics and i recomend you all to read the cookiefic on thf!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;mats says to remind everyone that you shouldn&apos;t eat me if i get sold as groundmeet at the lokal deli and or tairesturant.&amp;nbsp; so keep a weathered eye out!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 19:39:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my home is back ars funky as that is</title>
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  <description>elle left today, and i&apos;m both sad and relived in different ways, i mean i love my little sis but now i get to be me again, i got to be up and hang out with my mum and i got to clean, my room is going to be lovely tomorrow when my stepdad has the thingies to make the vaccumcleaner work. it was sooo good to clean!dumdum and gusti helped me, or rather dumdum helped and gusti was in the way.... so my bed is made and i have washed a quadrillion sheets and tomorrow i&apos;m going runing, and life is good, if you don&apos;t cout the part that misses elle.... but still things are working out in the way i want them to, i hope.... now lets see if my mums old landlord has an apartment for me. i mean the time of wonders is yet to pass and all so maybe i can afford it!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 01:19:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hopefully hopless</title>
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  <description>we shall not cease from exploration &lt;br /&gt;and the end of all our exploring &lt;br /&gt;will be to arrive where we started &lt;br /&gt;and know the place for the first time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -T.S Elliot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m currently talking homes with elle, yesterday wasn&apos;t a lot of fun as she didn&apos;t do a lot bt be sad all day..... well we slept through the visit of the hoirrid family.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i really wanted to do something fun, but elle didn&apos;t want to do anything so no go, so that is my last day with elle, watching her long for the comp.... fun huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle if you&apos;re reading this do NOT frwak out about the previous blog, it is exactly how i felt at the time but that don&apos;t mean it is the entire truth... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to nna and lieuwke that cheered me up big time after my last rant. love you both.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 00:50:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fucking servant</title>
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  <description>so today basiclly sucked monkey dick, i have been like a fucking servant all time marie has been here (but aparently they &amp;quot;try&amp;quot; and it hurts them that i bring up how much on the outside i am, or when i speak swedish to my family who are the only ones that seem to see me) i&apos;m supposed to be there be ready when THEY chose to and i&apos;m supposed to make food for them or run erands, and then they are shocked that i am bitter. my god i feel like life is being pulled out of my body everytime they do that bubble thing that some couples do you know that thing that makes it clear to stay the fuck away, without words. they both know that i hate to be alone but it seem not to bother them to even say something before going off to be in their no MY bed room for fucking HOURS without acnoledging my existens until they are hungry and need food. today has been really bad and tomorrow will be worse and i&apos;m not sure i can take it. i feel lim,e the medival servant that is supposed to be there but not be seen that is only there at the whim of the master couple. i have felt it for days. and it all seems so pointless i get no joy out of them being here, they ruined everything i loved about my new room and i can&apos;t say anything cause it hurts them to hear it cause they are really trying to include me or so they say, if this is really trying i hate to see what they would do if they didn&apos;t cause i have NEVER felt this outside of everything not even last summer which is saying something, i just miss my friends and i want my sister back i want to be able to talk to them make them see but i can&apos;t cause everytime i try i get the fucking guilt card, do they honestly think i want to hurt them? can they really blame me for talking to my family when they will sit in silence and see me almost cry at the kitchen table being so left out? what do i have to do to be good enough? to be seen and heard without being snarky or perverted or anoying i just want to be me but they don&apos;t see me, they only see me when i annoy themi feel like i can&apos;t do it anymore i just wnat to scream and rant and rage but how can i how can i be the one haven&apos;t i deserved any respect at all? i didn&apos;t invite them here to be a maid and watch tem in my room if they even let me in through the door, i invited my friends over, my little sister and her girlfriend, and it is all so fucked up now i am not sure i can take to meet them this summer as i had planed, not if it is gonna be even half of this. i want me friends, i want anna to cheer me up and i want a cuddle and a movie without somemone making out loudly through all of it, i want this week to start over, i want nice memories instead of this. but i can&apos;t have that i can only listen to their happiness and know i&apos;m not worthy. so why bother they know i&apos;m siting alone in the next room and they don&apos;t even pretend that they care unless they want something. i&apos;m gonna see if i have tears left and cry my self to sleep now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 03:12:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;What if you had a baby with the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n you texte&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d?&lt;br /&gt;we would have serious issues I&amp;rsquo;m sure&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chanc&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;es of getti&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ng with the perso&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n you like?&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m thinking like no way and well no FUCKING way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your ex said they hate you, you&apos;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d say?&lt;br /&gt;which of them? Well I don&amp;rsquo;t have had real relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name somet&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;hing you are doing&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; next frida&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking clue so why bother answere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favou&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;rite colou&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;r(s)?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;, green and black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ing you want to ask someo&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ne?&lt;br /&gt;not really I usually ask right away, maybe ask a certain someone if they wanna fuck me over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excit&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ed about&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;xmas, but really I&amp;rsquo;m looking forward to trainhop this summer, I&amp;rsquo;m gonna be wasted for weeks lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; bottl&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ed water&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;yes only as I hate the tastelessness of tapwater it sucks arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; you have made a diffe&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;rence&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; in anyon&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e&apos;s life?&lt;br /&gt;i will get killed by sis if I say I dunno so I say yes although I think I haver little baring on what happens in the world of others but sis claim I changed her life so I believe her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Movie&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;miss congeniality 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; call:&lt;br /&gt;halebop my cellphone delivery people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD Playe&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d:&lt;br /&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time You Cried&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Cheat&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ed on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;Just lets say that she wasn&amp;rsquo;t in my life a second longer than those words took coming out of her mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Someo&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ne:&lt;br /&gt;by death yes but even those that dine in hades is with us in spirit so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n up when drunk&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;not recently&amp;hellip; not in like over 6 years and the reson I did it in the first place was moonshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ed until&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; you cried&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;yes I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Belie&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ve in love at first&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; sight&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;no I don&amp;rsquo;t bellive I &amp;nbsp;fairytales or the easter bunny either&amp;hellip; thanks for asking, I do however bellive in lust at first sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bed again&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;st more than one of your walls&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;well yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been attra&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;cted to someo&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ne&apos;s paren&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;t?&lt;br /&gt;define atracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugge&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d anyon&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e in the last 72 hours&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;indeed I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kisse&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d any frien&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ds on your top frien&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ds?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; you ever becom&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e a veget&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;arian&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;npe I couldn&amp;rsquo;t live without chickensallad and I think being a veggie for animal rights is pretty dumb, I have seen the life quality of animals that get slaughtered for food and trust me they have it great, try bering a carrot for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n you hugge&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d?&lt;br /&gt;Elle-staws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; thing&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; you thoug&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ht this morni&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck is my&amp;nbsp;cellphone and who the fuck is calling????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; to make you laugh&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;a gayguy on tv &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e are you texti&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ng?&lt;br /&gt;13 but none at this second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in bed withi&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n twent&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;y minut&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;es?&lt;br /&gt;dunno we&amp;rsquo;ll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to call you last?&lt;br /&gt;computer do they count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many lette&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;rs are in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hid?&lt;br /&gt;this morning mum had elle kick me out of bed and make food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you any good at maths&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you liste&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ning to?&lt;br /&gt;elle talking and my cat snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a perso&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n that you insta&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ntly smile&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; when you see them?&lt;br /&gt;lots of people, in dofferent ways, just like I sometimes want to hide from them all&amp;hellip;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your curre&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;nt relat&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ip statu&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;s simpl&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e or compl&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;icate&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d?&lt;br /&gt;simply nonexisting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you satis&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;fied with what you curre&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ntly have in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;Noooooooooo I wanna get laid and go clubbing&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;ll drag elle and marie with me&amp;hellip; for the clubbing not the other part, that I can do by myself lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ne way older&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; than you?&lt;br /&gt;my first boy fuck was 11 years older than me&amp;hellip;. That answere your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been a gymna&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;st or a cheer&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; leade&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;r?&lt;br /&gt;for a few horrifying weeks yeah,&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last text messa&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ge you got say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;Who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;rdquo;Ditt kontantkort har laddats med 100.00 kronor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;Nytt saldo&amp;nbsp;finner du genom att&amp;nbsp;ringa 149 eller *101# f&amp;ouml;r information om priser se &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.halebop.se/&quot;&gt;www.halebop.se&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; from halebop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you weari&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ng botto&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ms?&lt;br /&gt;jeans, I&amp;rsquo;d sleep in them but that is just nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; boys truly&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; under&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;stand&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; girls&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;gay guys do, but really who understand girls? Not me and I am one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last pictu&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;re text messa&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ge you got?&lt;br /&gt;naked pic of a friend of mine, verrrrrrrry nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; now?&lt;br /&gt;why wouldn&amp;rsquo;t I be stars is here&amp;hellip; well there is the getting laid thing but beside that yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; for tomor&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;row?&lt;br /&gt;go outdoors, clean move como, wallpaper avoid brother and fianc&amp;eacute;e hide???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usual&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ly tell peopl&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;e when they hurt your feeli&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ngs?&lt;br /&gt;no, I usually show it instead, people seem to take a fist in the face more serious than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; s on your mind right&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; color: black&quot;&gt;Blankness&amp;hellip; sex&amp;hellip; blankness&amp;hellip; sister&amp;hellip; bad jokes&amp;hellip; x,mas&amp;hellip; blankness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; to eat for break&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; fast?&lt;br /&gt;smothie on lime and oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d any of your top frien&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ds?&lt;br /&gt;still no&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you datin&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;g the very last perso&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;n you kisse&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;d on the lips?&lt;br /&gt;no&amp;hellip; not the one I kissed in &amp;ldquo;other&amp;rdquo; places either&amp;hellip;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you alway&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;s answe&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;r your phone&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;yes &amp;nbsp;or well uless I left it somewhere.. that does happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your day go yeste&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;rday?&lt;br /&gt;hectic but good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt; on your stoma&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ch?&lt;br /&gt;side or back is better I snore if I sleep on my stomach&amp;hellip;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 22:34:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>new old dead</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;i worked all daytoday and i&apos;m actually geting to sleep in my own bed tonight i&apos;m supriced myself! before geting home we went into lule&amp;aring; to meet mums new horse he&apos;s a beauty i liked him... when we got home (with my stepdad that we picked up from the train) it was the same old son, about my paying for gas and scheisse... ended up in my room making a quick sketch that anoyed me at once so i wont keep it... i already singeled out a new owner for it though, supricingly it isn&apos;t stars whom i usually send stuff to but not this i got something else planed for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then the isue of mycat came up and i might have to put him down anyway even though he is doing sooo much better it made me upset, cause it isn&apos;t something i can fix it just i.... i think i&apos;m gonna skip work tomorrow i&apos;m having a headache anyway... but skiping means geting up and actually geting involved to do it.... ah well we&apos;ll see... i&apos;m babysiting tomorrow nightwell mum is doing the work really i&apos;m just gonna be at home and be here incase the kids wake up during the night..nt a hardship really...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i&apos;m gonna writte something tonight i think... i&apos;m in the mood for poetry or lyrics, but i think i&apos;m just gonna kill of another character in a spectacular way... any ideas?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 11:55:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>cold but pressent</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;i&apos;m freaking freeezing cold my hands ar stiff, and i&apos;m huddling toget warmer even though i&apos;m indoors... outdoors it&apos;s raining and it is cold and i know i have to go out in it later to get to work.. it sucks...anyhow i&apos;m here and i&apos;m gonna message a lot of people now that it is free lol anyway i&apos;m enjoying the music i have on right now and i&apos;m alone but not you know i have annas sister online on an other comp downstairs... we&apos;re very people-person-y today huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;other than that i have very little to say i reread the harlequin by laurell k hamilton last night it is wicked! and i am currently drinking water from a soda can it is weird though you can sorta still taste the soda...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i saw the latest ep of thtv, check it out you guys and don&apos;t foget the votes, both for th and cb...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also i hope you play nice with my cousin that is poking around here, she is a nice gal and a fan of all things we like so, be nice and all is good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i&apos;m gonna leave you with this pretty boring blogg for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rock my world will ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yours in one way or another&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;malin aka cricketpoor&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:14:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>in the end of the begining: being lost and found</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;yes i know i haven&apos;t been around in ages that is because the bloggg function on my cellphone seems to be off... i&apos;m really sorry about this but i&apos;m gonna fill you in on everything now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was supposed to have most of the week off but i got called out for two extra days of work which is good in the way that i&apos;m going to a concert the 16th and that means i&apos;m missing my normal work day so i am happy to get hold of the hours and some extra anyway...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my week off zas you hear isn&apos;t so off and the free time i have i spend either wandering or helping mum with her horse arthur or cleaning around the house and planing for my concert trip i have to book the tickets today so... thanks to&amp;nbsp;a friend i have a place to stay so i can stay a couple of days and go shoping... although i doubt i&apos;ll have all that much money left after the show... ah well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i sent a short story in to a mag earlier this week i got the rejection note today, which i don&apos;t really see as an issue the story was crapy and dark so i knew they wouldn&apos;t really want it but i sent it in anyway... so i&apos;m once again a bit to dark for mainstreem... anyone know of a good place to send dark short stories???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i&apos;ve been feeling a bit better the last few days but i have felt bad for neglecting myfriends and family i have been prettymuchshut out of the world which made me feel good and awful at the same time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right now i&apos;m feeling like i need to chat, so message me or text!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 15:53:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>If you can&apos;t stand don&apos;t lay down</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;I&apos;m at my other other work i&apos;m bored beyond belief and tired as fuck i haven&apos;t slept right lately and i guess this is the payback... I don&apos;t have any customers and well there isn&apos;t really any people around so sides the off old lady the view is about as exiting watching saint dry...&lt;br /&gt; I did howdstre chose to see this from the bright side and i started writing again which might result in something this time... When i&apos;m done with work i&apos;m gonna call the publisher that has my old short stories and demand a answere so i know if i should take them else where there is big enough market to be able to try at someone that will atleast tell you that no they don&apos;t want them if that is the case i can&apos;t make anyone buy them if they are bad but i atleast want a answere... &lt;br /&gt;Ah well mum will pick of up in a bit so i can in good and catch some zs... On the same bright side s insist must exist somewhere i might be getting to learn to play the guitar... Not sure though... Great now it started raining woot... &lt;br /&gt;Take care please?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:30:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>extrem me makeover</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;so today is the day! i got rid of the braces, sure i&apos;m gonna have to have a thingie when i sleep but who cares? my teeth are officially shiny and straight and white! directly after i went to cut my hair, which acording to my hairdersser is now a style mix of bubblegum roxxstar and victoria beckham... i dunno it is more victoria than yu but it isn&apos;t her either it is shoulder length and it can be very spikey if one wants it to be... it is pretty and the hair dresser was nice and one of the few cb fans around these parts so it was cool to talk to her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday night i was tossed out of the computer room cause of my stepmums antproject for school, she is a teacher... this made it possible to se the two last eps of season four of project runway which inspired me so watch out!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today is good i&apos;ve been hello kitty shoping for lovisa and yound a good gift for my cousin and now all i have to do is buy some more clothes and a pressent for my littelest cousin that turns 2 on the first of september i&apos;m gonna mail it to her today though... i&apos;m also hunting for the first part of stars xmas gift i can&apos;t say much about it beside that it wiol be sparklie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had iranian food for lunch it was delishous! then i was talking to some animal rights freaks that had no clue of the real world... i&apos;m all for animal rights don&apos;t get me wrong but these people were the type that want to let the lions and cows play together nicly in the winter.... idiots so i told them a few nicly chosen words about what i think on the subject and got a bunch of folders that will aparently change me to a better person. i also had a run in with a street &quot;preacher&quot; one od those people that want to force you into the church with them, aparently she could see from the other side of the street that i was going to be doomed because of my lustful thoughts... it was funny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now i&apos;m gonna go to a H&amp;amp;M i think and check it out i need to get more socks..... and then i&apos;m heading by the post office so i might actually get all those letters sent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yours in one way or an other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;malin aka cricketpoor&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:51:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>All that is good all that is fair, i&apos;m sorry it took me ages....</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m back, again for a while at least i have a tendensy to go awol...&amp;nbsp; i missed you guys, i truly did...&amp;nbsp; right now i&apos;m watching lara croft 2 and listening to cinema bizarre... i will do my damnedest to be online here more often but truth to be told i&apos;m easiest reached on msn... so feel free to add me there, malin-bostrom@hotmail.com ... i&apos;m feeling a lot better since last time i was here... i think it will stay that way... *hugs everyone*&lt;br /&gt;thank you and see you soon, i hope&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;cricketpoor aka malin</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 23:53:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>still alive</title>
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  <description>Hi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m dropping a line just so you know I am alive... I am right now watching my friend strip over webbcam...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;it is nice.... a lot of other shit has gone south wards and I am really fucked up but it is not that bad... also my brothers now ex girl Julia tried to kill her self a week ago and I ended up as comandcentral at home, even though no one wanted me to be, I still am cause the rest is all over my bro and reality is left to me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for him but I can&apos;t do it I can&apos;t dig my self down further with his pain aswell not now... I just hope things will get better soon... a bright spot is that thanks to some extra work (meaning i could have pocket money)&amp;nbsp;I got my ipod! I have an nano video 8gb black.... I&apos;m gona try to get upto date with all fics and people and all the coming couple of days... i&apos;ve missed you people and I am glad to be back.... Thanks for all support....</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 23:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the fucking mess that is me</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I well if I was suicadal today it would have ended.... I went to work in the morning no worries, work was pretty normal but well we had technical fuck ups all day. Then I went home and found out that the money I was going to buy an ipod for FINALLY is to be used to pay bills and shite, then there was a fuck up with one of the horses we are selling so I am the only one with any money and it all goes to everyone else. then the waterpump broke, meaning that it is an aditional 1000 us dollars I have to digg up and we have no water or anything so I can&apos;t even take a fucking hot shower all in all I need to find a way to digg up 15000 us dollars and I can&apos;t I just fucking can&apos;t. I have been ading my cents to the house hold up to now, just wanting is to work, I love it here but this schiesse os just to much and I can&apos;t even fucking cry, I so misserable&amp;nbsp;and I can&apos;t even fucking cry or do anything to make it feel better on top of that I&apos;m getting a cold and my head have been pounding for the whole day and I can&apos;t even find&amp;nbsp;money enough to pay for some pain killers... I hate being poor and I hate that I can&apos;t use the money I earned that was supossed to be mine, to enjoy it was supposed to be play money I looked forward to get jeans in my size and an ipod and a new book or five but I can&apos;t and I look like hell and can&apos;t even cut my hair cause I can&apos;t afford it I have no real joy in my self left, I can&apos;t even fuck around with nail polish cause we are out of remover and I can&apos;t afford to buy more and the worst part is that I know that is I could just cry it would be better but I can&apos;t and for mums sake I can&apos;t she can&apos;t take much more and I&apos;m at my wits end and my brother is going to buy a second car and he has yet to get his licens. I can&apos;t afford to get mine.... I even hate myself for writing this I have no fucking right to take it all out on you and my friends well there is to many issues or to little maturity I feel like I&apos;m just waiting to hit the ground I want to sleep but I can&apos;t do that either for my head and I have to get up for work tomorrow... maybe a couple of sedative pills would work, but we have none no licour either what the hell did I do when I can&apos;t get a fucking break? am I that bad, am I so wrong? I just don&apos;t know how long I can take this.... I just want it to fucking quit, let me have a short while when I get something I want something to give me my spark back it is to bad I would fucking miss this shiesse so I can&apos;t just end it, but god I wish I could, it isn&apos;t just the money it is the situation with my father the fact that I am the memory and voice of reason to most of my friends and that everyone tell me their shite and never let me return the favour. I allways solwe their problems and the one great friend I could have cuddled up with and cried my eyes out one of the few people I trust that much she have moved to another part of the country and I can&apos;t bring myself to take it over MSN so here I am alone, lonely emotionally and mentally a wreck and hurting on every level not knowing what to do Tokio hotels music have kept me able to fake it, put that hurts to, that noone sees it, not even those who knows me best....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the fuck should I do?&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 21:44:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Overdose of tomatoes</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;SoI sat around and opened word, this is what happened... please leave a comment and critic is more than welcome, with out it It will never get any better than this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overdose of tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating pretty PG maybe PG-13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: not mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paring S/X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: Spike and Xander have a discussion over Xanders adiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Archive: ask and ye shall receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Overdose of tomatoes&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike was speechless. In front of him stood Xander Harris happily munching on a piece of charcoal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“What on earth is that?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The almost scream caused Xander to jump a little before answering:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A tomato.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A scared eyebrow rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“A tomato?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander finished his treat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yeah I saw this movie….”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never got to finish as Spike realised how it all fit and abruptly shouted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“NOT AGAIN! Please I asked you not again at least a thousand times. Yesterday you saw it…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xanders yaw tensed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I only saw it nine times yesterday.”He protested&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike was pacing almost shouting his response they had had the same conversation everyday the last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Only nine! How can you say it was ONLY nine? One is one time to many!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time Spike had come to hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Come on, everyone loves Kathy Bates.” &amp;nbsp;Xander just shrugged as he answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike stopped and looked at his lover sprawled out on the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I prefer Norman Bates…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander smiled towards him, psycho had been one of Spikes favourites lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You would. Anyway I have seen it only twice today, that is less than the cigarettes you’ve smoked. “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander pointed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“True but I didn’t OD ‘em!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fierce anger he had had when he saw Xander and started to discuss the movie was leaving his body fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Excuse me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander sounded very affronted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You have OD that bloody film!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the tone of Spikes voice Xander could tell he was just teasing him and with a short laugh he answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Riight”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike smiled towards him and flipped down next to him and snuggled into his side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night they sat in front of the tv snuggling, making out slowly and just enjoying each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Want to watch TV?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander asked between kisses, knowing that while Spike loved to have sex with him, he enjoyed this time they had together even more. He felt more appreciated during those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Sure luv. Whats on?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike knew why his lover asked what he did, and loved him just a little more for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Fried green tomatoes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander said with a smile in his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“No absolutely not!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike frowned at the title, he hated the movie and when Xander had started to obsess over it there had been a minor bump in their relationship. Now it was more of a joke between them even if Spike still didn’t want to see the bleeding movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“But just once, we’ll watch psyco later?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xander pouted prettily knowing that it made Spike lose that stubborn streak he had and concentrate on Xander.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Alright then, but pet?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike slowly bent down towards Xanders lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Yeah?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was basicly nothing more than breath that came between Xanders lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“No more of this wearing cellofan shite, okay?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike finished before kissing his lover. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 20:04:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YotV 2</title>
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  <description>here is chapter two of year of the vampire my harry potter / Draco malfoy fic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;chapter two&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot; name=&quot;storytext&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;Chapter 2 rebuilding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Author notes : Here is chapter two it might be a bit short as well but there will hopefully be longer chapters coming up, they wont be shorter at the least….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to those who have read it but not reviewed. Special thanks to daughterofanubis, Zale potter, Sarahamanda, fudgebaby and k-cat who reviewed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote this around three am last night so if it’s too whimsical towards the end, let me know also I don’t have a Beta, so if you know of someone please tell me…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to the story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry woke up to Hedwig’s hooting and Vernon Dursley yelling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;”BOY! Get that bloody bird quiet!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry groaned but sat up and took the few steps between the bed and the desk. He took the letter from his owls leg and told her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ssh girl, we wouldn’t like to get kicked out now would we?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry could have sworn he saw her huff her chest and sigh. With a small smile on his lips he opened his letter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Harry,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not sure of what to write as I don’t really have a lot to offer as far as apologies goes, but I trust James but I can’t remember why I did what I did, I’m quite sure you hate me for the way I have treated you but if you are willing to make this work in someway then I want us to meet,to talk for real. Let me know what you think I also need to thank you for letting me see the note.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your, hopefully, father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus Snape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry looked at the note he could understand what Severus had done to him to a degree, and he hoped they could get along, Severus Snape was his father. He knew that but then everything was so surreal. But talking to his father wouldn’t be that bad now would it? After all he now had a real parent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry knew that he should say yes and talk to Severus, but he also had that other little voice in his head that told him that it would be a mistake to do so. It was the same voice that told him that he should date Cho, and other things that had been outright mistakes. It wasn’t hard for him to ignore that particular voice when he had made up his mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d like to meet you and talk to you, I might not be ready to forgive and forget right now, but want to talk to you and hopefully I can come to the point when I can completely disregard what you have said in the past, but it might take time. Let me know when and where and how I get there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry turned to the snowy owl that was cleaning her feathers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Do you need think you need more rest?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The owl just looked at him and he chuckled a little before tying the letter to her leg and saying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Take this to Severus Snape. And make sure you get a reply.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry got dressed as Hedwig flew out of the window. He was still wearing Dudley old cloth but now they were not only too wide, they were also too short. Harry hated the clothing with a passion and was hoping to be able to go shopping before school started again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a sigh Harry walked out of his room to do his chores and get some breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus sat in his favorite armchair drinking tea when Hedwig flew in through the window. He smiled at the sight, it was good news he hoped it was. Reading the note put him in a good mood he smiled towards the owl and asked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Are you waiting for a reply?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The owl hooted once and Severus nodded before going to get some parchment and a quill. He had decided that if Harry did want to meet him he would pick him up and they would spend some time in muggle London during the following day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following day Harry was wearing what fit him the best of the clothing he had, sure his birthday was in two days but he still couldn’t use magic to improve his wardrobe. There was a knock on the front door and Harry hurried to open it. Outside stood a man dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt that fit good, a bit on the snug side. He held a leather jacket in his left hand and his hair, which reached him just below his shoulders, was pitch-black. When Harry meet the mans black eyes he smiled and asked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You wish to come in?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man nodded and entered the house. When the door was closed Dudley came running down the stairs when he saw the man he shouted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Dad there is some Freak here”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vernon came stomping out of the kitchen his eyes narrowed at the sight of the man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Who are you?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man smiled not so pleasantly before giving his answer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Severus Snape, I’m here to go with Harry here to London. Do not expect him to be home to dinner.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that he turned and motioned for Harry to follow him. When they were outside Harry turned to his father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You look different.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus smiled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well I prefer to be clean but the grease charm helps as a form of protection against exploding potions. I like my hair undamaged.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry looked amused but didn’t comment. They walked over to Mrs. Figg and flooed from her to Diagon alley. From there they walked out into the muggle part of London in silence. Harry looked at a shop when Severus decided that he would have to start the conversation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Is there something you need from there?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry turned to look at him before he continued&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Except an entire wardrobe.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry smiled and nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes new cloth that fit, and something to pass my time with, before I go crazy.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus chuckled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“According to the rumors I have heard you already are, common then let’s go look.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry shook his head, Severus was nice towards him, and he was sure hell just had frozen over. Severus saw this and said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Look Harry I don’t want to fight with you, you remember what James wrote, right? Well he had a point I treated you bad because I thought he had betrayed me, and still I couldn’t lose you as you were what I had left of him. I want to make this, what ever it is, work, okay? I understand if you can’t see me as you’re father after all this time, but for now let’s get you some cloth that fit.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry nodded and walked in to the store. With Severus help he picked out a pair of pants that hugged his hips but fell lose around his legs. Those together with a couple of shirts and a pair of black jeans with boot cut were the base of his new wardrobe. They spent the rest of the day shopping, buying more cloth and an i-pod together with a laptop computer. Their day ended at a hamburger restaurant. When they sat and waited for the food Harry asked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“How was he?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus looked up a bit shocked but smiled sadly as he replied&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He was very loving. He may have been immature but he was always there for me. I remember lying for hours in his arms, both awake and we didn’t talk, he just held me when things were bad. I needed that, being held, he always knew when even before we became a couple.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry smiled towards his father&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m glad we are rebuilding things. It will be easier later. Do you think you’ll be together again?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus smiled sadly at his son&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I hope we will be, I hope so I miss him so much, I can only hope he’ll have me back.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then their food was up and they ate in silence until Harry said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“If he is anything of what I have heard that he is, he will you know.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Severus just smiled and took a bite of his hamburger. After finishing their dinner Severus took Harry back to Privet Drive 4.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Keep in touch, and I’ll try to get you out of here as soon as I can.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry nodded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Thanks, and father,”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Stay safe”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The potions professor nodded waved his farewell and the apparated away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harry walked in to the house deciding to get some sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TBC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 11:06:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YAY</title>
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  <description>This last two days have been productive, I have worked and then I got myself a new bed so I&apos;m happy... right now I am on my wway out in the rain storm to ride my kid brothers ponny so we can evaluate how he moves... not looking forwards to it but the tea after will be nice.. I&apos;ll be around tonight talking to you people, I hope.... I really should get some of the YotV chapters up as well....</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 12:02:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>INTERNET!!!!</title>
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  <description>WOHO! my Internet is working! I am estatic.... I gotta clean right now but beaware of a longer rant that I hopefull will put up tonight..... now I can talk to all of you I&apos;m so happy!</description>
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