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  <title>You Rock &amp; Roll Bitches Always Get What You Want</title>
  <subtitle>It has to Sparkle, It has to Shine, Look at Me One Very Last Time</subtitle>
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    <name>Dusty Diamonds Gone to Rubies Baby</name>
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  <updated>2004-08-25T20:35:12Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:21256</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-08-25T16:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-25T20:35:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-25T20:35:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">since ive been using livejournal i feel that all people do on it is complain!&lt;br /&gt;sure there are the occasional posts of poems, and funny rantings but in reality its like the people write it only for others to feel sorry for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;so im getting bored of people complaining because all it really does is make me deppressed or sad for no apparent reason because there's nothing to actually complain about!&lt;br /&gt;so this will be my last entry!&lt;br /&gt;bye</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:20296</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-08-19T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T19:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-19T19:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont really have anything to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;when i do, ill write something useful</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:19826</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-08-15T00:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T04:58:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T04:58:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Fuck&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;YOU &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:19349</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-08-11T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T02:21:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T02:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt; Make &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Smile&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:17569</id>
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    <title>oh my beautiful liar, oh my precious whore</title>
    <published>2004-08-03T00:43:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-03T00:43:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i miss you linux shoe. my linux shoe.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:16916</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-07-22T19:46:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T16:41:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T16:41:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mood swings &lt;br /&gt;mood swings&lt;br /&gt;mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream and kick someone</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:16166</id>
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    <title>Russian Male Order Bride Poster Child</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T21:43:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T21:43:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&amp;nbsp; puhhhh-leeze??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt; it must be for real, cuz now i can feel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:14583</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-07-09T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T14:17:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-09T14:17:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm tired for no reason&lt;br /&gt;i'm still having fun but have the slightest feeling of unhappiness for reasons unknown&lt;br /&gt;i like the sun&lt;br /&gt;i am tan&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating a heart lollipop that my aunt just bought for me&lt;br /&gt;i love her</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:13885</id>
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    <title>Cracked Coffee Cream Lips,</title>
    <published>2004-07-06T23:41:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-06T23:41:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">poetry won't come from my lips or hands. All the words have been for my small journal, which might be scrapbooked when i get home. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i've got enough words left for poetry. I could press the quill against my tongue and try to make it bleed ink, but I just scratch my tongue and taste copper.&lt;br /&gt;Ice cubes are melting in a large clear glass to my left. I'm using it to numb my tongue so I can stab it with that quill again. I'll be able to write again, just wait. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words are dry without you,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the day faggot is a verb,&lt;br /&gt;caryatid</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:13635</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-07-05T19:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-05T16:57:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-05T17:00:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nirvana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">cracked coffee cream lips,&lt;br /&gt;i vow not to write about love, not to be another cliche, not to say words that don't have any meaning left. I seem to be doomed for failure. Sometimes every word I write is "love" but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. All the words are red. All the words are scrawled in blood. All the words are written on my bare chest. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;When I truly need something, i've always had it. To have my heart broken. For someone to love me again. To find passion again. These things are given to me when I need them. And i don't need them bad enough, right now&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like I do. It feels like. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is a big grey cloud, do you think it will rain?&lt;br /&gt;it rained.&lt;br /&gt;hey, fucker, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Boycott Borders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needing,&lt;br /&gt;caryatid</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:13553</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-07-02T21:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T19:11:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T19:11:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hold the &lt;br /&gt;refrigerator door open with&lt;br /&gt;my right hand&lt;br /&gt;my left hand &lt;br /&gt;on my cock&lt;br /&gt;ed hip&lt;br /&gt;he gently places&lt;br /&gt;his chin on my&lt;br /&gt;shoulder and whsipers&lt;br /&gt;"orange juice, please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being here, with him</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:13141</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-07-02T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T18:58:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T18:59:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;today at opal creek i &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nearly died and i wanted&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;to touch you i've got &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a bloody scrape on&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my elbow and numerous&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;cuts and bruises all&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;over my arms and legs&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel great i tell &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you great The throbbing &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;headache only adds to the&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;pleasure I swam in real water&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and slid down a waterfall&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we ate veggie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;burgers and i almost &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;threw up i try to tell myself&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'd rather be here&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;than in your arms I&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;am a liar.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:11781</id>
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    <title>Cherry Bitch</title>
    <published>2004-06-21T14:58:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-21T14:58:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">she smokes cigarettes like she wants to fuck them with her bright red mouth</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:11444</id>
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    <title>the best song ever</title>
    <published>2004-06-20T21:42:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-20T21:42:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I Love you &lt;br /&gt;but i hate you &lt;br /&gt;which brings to mind &lt;br /&gt;how much i love you &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that you &lt;br /&gt;had to settle for Dave &lt;br /&gt;the one dimensional man &lt;br /&gt;he's filed under cocksucker in my little black book &lt;br /&gt;sweetness can.. ROT YOUR TEETH &lt;br /&gt;bitter sweet.. C-C-C-OFFINE &lt;br /&gt;you hold the key to my little locked room x2&lt;br /&gt;so please let me out soon &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;br /&gt;-slackers-</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:10242</id>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-06-18T19:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-18T23:38:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-18T23:39:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" height="257" bgcolor="000000" border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;What kind of disease &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mattea:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;mattea is caused by Satan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://mushoo.net/redgifs/satan.gif" width="141" height="169"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mattea disease turns you into a slug&lt;br&gt;To cure mattea, crossdress badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor="EE0000"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.mushoo.net/disease.php" method="GET"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Name?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="name"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="Search"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, is this what my friday night has been cut down to?&lt;br /&gt;parents suck=me=groundedish [for no reason]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:8385</id>
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    <title>-proverbial-</title>
    <published>2004-06-14T22:52:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-14T22:55:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3 entries found for proverbial.&lt;br /&gt;pro·ver·bi·al    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (pr-vûrb-l)&lt;br /&gt;adj. &lt;br /&gt;1.Of the nature of a proverb. &lt;br /&gt;2.Expressed in a proverb. &lt;br /&gt;3.Widely referred to, as if the subject of a proverb; famous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;pro·verbi·al·ly adv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proverbial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\Pro*ver"bi*al\, a. [L. proverbialis: cf. F. proverbial.] 1. Mentioned or comprised in a proverb; used as a proverb; hence, commonly known; as, a proverbial expression; his meanness was proverbial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of excesses, I take the German proverbial cure, by a hair of the same beast, to be the worst. --Sir W. Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Of or pertaining to proverbs; resembling a proverb. ``A proverbial obscurity.'' --Sir T. Browne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proverbial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adj 1: of or relating to or resembling or expressed in a proverb; "he kicked the proverbial bucket"; "the proverbial grasshopper" 2: widely known and spoken of; "her proverbial lateness"; "the proverbial absentiminded professor"; "your proverbial dizzy blonde"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......dattylin i still don't understand the meaning!</content>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-06-14T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-14T21:21:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-14T21:21:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The past few days have been highly treacherous in my head and life; but I'm&lt;br /&gt;opting not to furnish you with details in a trivial attempt to maintain some&lt;br /&gt;sense of privacy for myself and loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who i love(x2dattylin) will know what's going on and those of you who don't are obviously not as hawt as the others...</content>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-06-13T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-13T19:43:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-13T19:43:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kansas-Dust in the Wind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last night...No&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been one of the best of my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night made me so happy I could cry&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been happy and giddy like this in a long time&lt;br /&gt;...to tell you the truth I can't even remember the last time I was this happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun just to lay there under the stars and eat ice cream and be mauled by &amp;lt;caitlin et dave3



and now i can&amp;#39;t wait for friday





pee-ess: i [heart you]</content>
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    <title>My Daily Horoscope</title>
    <published>2004-06-06T03:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-06T03:59:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;Try on a new set of goggles. Learn to see something (or someone) differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to wage emotional and intellectual war for pride and reputability -- the two most worthy and important virtues, in your humble, hardworking opinion. Prepare to win, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find that my horoscope is right. So eerily close to my actual life it kind of freaks me out a bit. like it was meant for me personally?&lt;br /&gt;ever had one of those days where everything sucks and then one little thing happens and suddenly you see everything brighter and in a different light then like the 5 previous minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was one of THOSE days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CAITLIN IS BACK&lt;br /&gt;how do i know?&lt;br /&gt;because im talking to here right...NOW!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>mattea @ 2004-06-04T16:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T20:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T20:23:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today sucks balls&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I hate me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleep</content>
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    <title>When I kiss your mouth i wanna taste it</title>
    <published>2004-06-04T17:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-04T17:20:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Linkin Park-Paper Cut</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I only went to two periods today -guitar &amp; drama-&lt;br /&gt;guitar is the biggest waste of time&lt;br /&gt;and drama is fun because we're working on our exam projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch i went to wendy's&lt;br /&gt;it was fun//ish&lt;br /&gt;tonight i have to babysit :( and i have a bank appointment&lt;br /&gt;bank appointment? yes there are such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would much rather be out at a party but hey, money is money&lt;br /&gt; have a good day kids</content>
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    <title>Let's keep the week coming!</title>
    <published>2004-06-02T02:27:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-02T02:27:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sugar ray-every morning</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay so far the week has passed so fast&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin is coming home soon&lt;br /&gt;4 days&lt;br /&gt;i love/miss/want you now.&lt;br /&gt;now i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray is tomorrow woo pee&lt;br /&gt;im pretty excited&lt;br /&gt;go drama</content>
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    <title>Schoooool Time</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T11:59:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T11:59:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Yellowcard-Firewater</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And here goes another week...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mattea:1462</id>
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    <title>How many personalities CAN you have?</title>
    <published>2004-05-30T01:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-30T03:27:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bushx-Glycerine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I babysat...made $30! sweet $30...i'll probably blow it by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but no one needs to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of Caitlin's departure! BAH&lt;br /&gt;i still want her back now&lt;br /&gt;pee-ess eefluf: i have lots of fun stuff for scrapbooking when you return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!!! AN ICE CREAM TRUCK CAME ON MY STREET...i bought some&lt;br /&gt;it was SO AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;ding ding ding!!! ding ding ding!! mmmmm ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a personality test today&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it knows you&lt;br /&gt;so how DOES it know&lt;br /&gt;exactly AHA&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just randomly guesses&lt;br /&gt;and can u believe people take this seriously?&lt;br /&gt;it's the internet people! programmed answers&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NEVER MET YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 29 &lt;br /&gt;Social interests aren't especially recommended now. Someone may drop by at an awkward time or a date does not live up to expectations. You can mix work and play successfully if you handle a partner with TLC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe in astrology, very much so in fact! it's so weird i find about my personality that it's always right. it's like it always knows my feelings&lt;br /&gt;astrology is physchic</content>
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    <title>CAITLIN IS LEAVING IN...7 hours...</title>
    <published>2004-05-29T05:13:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-29T05:13:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Distillers-The Hunger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Caitlin is leaving to ARTS CAMP in a mere 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i just got back from her house&lt;br /&gt;but i miss you//her already&lt;br /&gt;well have fun &amp;lt;3caitlin&amp;lt;3 and make pretty things!&lt;br /&gt;be creative my dear and have a fun time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Today was a good day...Apart from school? &lt;br /&gt;but when is school fun? at lunch...that's when&lt;br /&gt;yum food and friends (always a good combo)&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a really good mood today and i think im going to go to bed before i ruin it...i still have the whole weekend ahead of me, SCORE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS MOVIE NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;we only watched one out of the four we were suppose too..&lt;br /&gt;but it was still a blast&lt;br /&gt;mmm pizza&lt;br /&gt;Susie don't forget your sandwiches! that i made for u! sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;classic moments in g.i. joe history people, just waiting to be watched&lt;br /&gt;go watch, GO WATCH NOW, go..WHAT R U WAITING FOR! GO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went crazy again today lookin' for a strand to climb. Lookin'  for a little&lt;br /&gt;hope. Baby said he couldn't stay wouldn't put his lips to mine. A fail to&lt;br /&gt;kiss is a fail to cope. I said, ' Honey, I don't feel so good. don't feel&lt;br /&gt;justified. Come on put a little lovin' here in my void.'  He said,' It's all in your&lt;br /&gt;head.' and I said,' So's everything,' but he didn't get it. I thought he&lt;br /&gt;was a man, but he was just a little boy. Hunger hurts; and I wanted him so bad I&lt;br /&gt;could kill. Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up. I've gotta fold&lt;br /&gt;'fore these hands are too shakey to hold. Hunger hurts; but starvin works with&lt;br /&gt;a cause too much to love."~~~   Fiona Apple</content>
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