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  <title>life's too short</title>
  <subtitle>and I feel small</subtitle>
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    <name>Shelley</name>
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  <updated>2004-08-12T04:19:51Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:26772</id>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T04:19:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T04:19:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mint tea makes my heart happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:26381</id>
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    <title>lamelikewhoa @ 2004-08-11T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T00:46:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T00:46:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Namaste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I honor the place in  you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light, and of peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:26138</id>
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    <title>life.</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T04:48:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T04:48:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">--&amp;gt; Lynzey is awesome. I love her. Things are great.&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt; School is fun, but homework is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt; I have to read &lt;b&gt;The Red Badge of Courage&lt;/b&gt; again, and that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt; I would tell this to my teacher, that I have read that book before, but she is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is all I have time for at the moment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:24201</id>
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    <title>lamelikewhoa @ 2004-08-02T07:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-02T14:21:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-02T14:21:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh&lt;i&gt;hhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be at school in like &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;minutes&lt;/i&gt; *faint*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:23091</id>
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    <title>new layout.</title>
    <published>2004-07-31T00:22:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-31T00:22:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;pictures compliment of "&lt;a href="toothpastefordinner.com"&gt;toothpaste for dinner.com&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:22484</id>
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    <title>kitties!</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T21:05:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-29T21:05:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">awww. I just had to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/lamelikewhoa/casper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/lamelikewhoa/tigger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first one is casper, who is MY kitty. Then there is tigger, dad's cat. = D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:22176</id>
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    <title>lamelikewhoa @ 2004-07-29T12:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-29T19:02:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-29T19:02:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>van halen and nirvana ^^</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, weird stuff, last night I had the most political and deep discussion ever.. with my parents! We talked about president bush, abortion, stem cell research, gay marriage (roar to their opinions &amp;gt;&amp;lt;), gay rights, womens rights, and religion. It was crazy. It was fun though. I liked it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ funny how much you can learn about your parents through such a political discussion.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:21079</id>
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    <title>*Cries*</title>
    <published>2004-07-28T20:28:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-28T20:28:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>smells like teen spirit - nirvana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm just.. so.. happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying for, like, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; to download "smells like teen spirit" by Nirvana... and every single frekkin time it always does "more sources needed for download"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I downloaded everysingleone that pops up in the search. I did everything multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it finally downloaded today. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for mood swings, too, right max?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:19617</id>
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    <title>lamelikewhoa @ 2004-07-26T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-26T20:29:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-26T20:29:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my mom is blasting ashlee simpson through the house &gt;&lt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*cry* I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;And dressed&lt;br /&gt;All ready to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE SAVE ME!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:19198</id>
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    <title>here is my interesting and philosophical logic of the day..</title>
    <published>2004-07-26T04:50:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-26T04:50:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>this guitar thing tim made</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was talking to Lynzey this morning and she told me to think of something interesting and philosophical to say to her. So, this is what came out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was thinking about Borders and I just found it funny that the word (although not correctly spelt) 'bored' is in there because normally, I go there when I am bored. So its like, the place for bored people to go"&lt;br /&gt;and she says "yeah like if you surf, you are a surfer so if you are bored you are a boreder?"&lt;br /&gt;and I go "Exactly! So technically that store was MADE for us! The store for bored people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Ain't that special.</content>
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    <title>awww</title>
    <published>2004-07-26T02:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-26T02:33:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Maricela brought me candles. She is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 you Maricela.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:17725</id>
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    <title>haha.</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T16:59:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T16:59:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">only us, Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the stars x&lt;/b&gt;: I wonder why funny is spelt wit two n's and not one... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley&lt;/b&gt;: 'cause then wouldn't it be pronounced like "fyoo-ny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the stars x&lt;/b&gt;: well thats what I was thinkin, but does the sound of the u change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the stars x&lt;/b&gt;: I think the sound of a U is always the same unless its with an O or osmething&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the stars x&lt;/b&gt;: something*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley&lt;/b&gt;: uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley&lt;/b&gt;: I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley&lt;/b&gt;: or remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the stars x&lt;/b&gt;: lol</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:17575</id>
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    <title>I read this on someone's profile and found it rather amusing..</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T03:38:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T03:38:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"my heart is broken.. but I have some glue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I update too much. I think I need a life.</content>
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    <title>*sigh*</title>
    <published>2004-07-23T02:44:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-23T02:44:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a badass headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:16807</id>
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    <title>wee</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T18:53:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T18:53:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am actually excited about this school year. I dunno how many SHS kids read this but if we have any same classes, tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;b&gt;Geometry&lt;/b&gt; - Amador&lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;b&gt;Drawing/Painting&lt;/b&gt; - (staff)&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;b&gt;English 3 CP&lt;/b&gt; - Lingofelt&lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;b&gt;US History&lt;/b&gt; - Groeling&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;b&gt;French 1&lt;/b&gt; - Lewycky&lt;br /&gt;6: &lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt; - (staff)</content>
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    <title>*retarded*</title>
    <published>2004-07-22T00:00:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-22T00:00:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe I didn't post these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/lamelikewhoa/pictures0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v294/lamelikewhoa/picture.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>the harlot and the nun</title>
    <published>2004-07-21T22:41:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-21T22:41:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>vindicated - dashboard confessional</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(I know I know, gettin tired of all the lyrics, poems, and whatnot? well, kiss my ass. this is my journal. besides, I think you might enjoy this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two figures lay in the morgue,&lt;br /&gt;Dragged from the river deep:&lt;br /&gt;A harlot was one, the other a nun,&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in endless sleep,&lt;br /&gt;With a cake of ice at their shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;And nobody there to weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The features were much distorted,&lt;br /&gt;Only the clothes could name,&lt;br /&gt;Which was the nun, and the other one&lt;br /&gt;The woman lost to shame;&lt;br /&gt;But the clothes were taken away,&lt;br /&gt;When the coroners's deputy came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow their garments were mixed,&lt;br /&gt;And thus when identified,&lt;br /&gt;The fallen one became the nun,&lt;br /&gt;And she was sanctified;&lt;br /&gt;And the holy sister was buried alone&lt;br /&gt;As though her shame to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman of shame lies honored,&lt;br /&gt;In Calvary's holy ground,&lt;br /&gt;While Sister Celeste always will rest&lt;br /&gt;'Till the very last trumpets sound,&lt;br /&gt;As ninteen hundred and eight,&lt;br /&gt;In a city's nameless mound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So only the Master knows them&lt;br /&gt;From the records of the mind;&lt;br /&gt;"Judge not," He said, "the quick nor dead&lt;br /&gt;Lest ye be judged in kind;"&lt;br /&gt;For women's woes are many,&lt;br /&gt;And the human eyes are blind.</content>
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    <title>"hard love" by bob franke</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T04:19:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T04:19:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">these aren't the full lyrics, but my favorite parts of the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it was hard love, every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;hard to be so close to you, so hard to turn away&lt;br /&gt;and when all the stars and sentimental songs dissolved today,&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing left to sing about but hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I loved you for your courage and your gentle&lt;br /&gt;         sense of shame,&lt;br /&gt;and I loved you for your laughter and your language&lt;br /&gt;         and your name,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew it was impossible, but I loved you just the same&lt;br /&gt;Though the only love I gave to you was hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard love, it was hard on you I know,&lt;br /&gt;when the only love I gave to you was love I couldn't show.&lt;br /&gt;You forgave the heart that loved youas your lover&lt;br /&gt;         turned to go,&lt;br /&gt;leaving nothing but the memory of hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm standing in this phone booth with a dollar and a dime&lt;br /&gt;wondering what to say to you to ease your troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;for the Lord's cross might redeem us, but our own just wastes&lt;br /&gt;our time&lt;br /&gt;and to tell the two apart is always hard, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'll tell you that I love you even though I'm far away&lt;br /&gt;and I'll tell you how you change me as I love from day to day&lt;br /&gt;how you help me to accept myself and I wont forget to say&lt;br /&gt;love is never wated, even when its hard love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its hard love, but its love all the same&lt;br /&gt;not the stuff of fantasy, bur more than just a game&lt;br /&gt;and the only kind of miracle thats worthy of the name&lt;br /&gt;for the love that heals our lives is mostly hard love&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>I hope this doesn't get mangled.</title>
    <published>2004-07-20T02:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-20T03:18:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;interview with a stepfather. from the book "hard love" by ellen wittlinger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c95252"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, you'd like to interview for the job of stepfather?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&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;/b&gt;Well, I will if I have to. I sure would like to marry your mother.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I'd sure like to know your qualifications for the job, if I may.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; I didn't think I needed any qualifications. I mean, the rela job is being a husband to your&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; mother, isn't it? This stepfather thing just happens. I didn't think I'd have to do anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You don't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to, however, doing nothing would make you indistinguishable from my&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; real father. Surely you don't want that to happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; Oh, certainly not. I'm glad you told me. Well, if he doesn't do anything, I guess that means&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; I'll have to do alot. What kinds of things should I do, though? Take you to baseball games?&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; Toss the old football around the yard? You like to go fishing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;God, no. How about if you help me pull a few tricks on mom? Maybe we could put some&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; plastic cockroaches in her bed, or fill her shampoo bottle with maple syrup, or donate all&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; her shoes to the Salvation Army? I think it would help us bond.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; What! I would never do that to your mother! Whats the matter with you, boy?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;I guess I just need a firm but loving hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; You do, young fella, and I'll be there to give it to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you will. I'm sure you gave it to your own son, didn't you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; My son? Well I don't see the boy too often. Lives in another state, you know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; State of confusion?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; Huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lets continue with the interview: are you aware that when my beloved mother snores, it&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; measures six point two on the Richter scale? And did you know that when the cat bit her,&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; she bit him back?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; Stop it, boy. You're lying. You don't deserve to have such a wonderful mother, if you don't&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; mind my saying so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't mind in the least. I'd even agree with you. She, however, does deserve me. After all,&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; that wonderful mother raised me, didn't she? Molded me into the great guy I am today.&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; What you see before you is the result of her hard work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; You know what I think? I think you must be just like your dad. Its not your mothers fault&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; you're so rotten -- its that lousy father of yours.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sir, I t hink you hit the nail on the head. I'm a reproduction of the old bore: selfish and full&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; of shit. The prize for your insightfulness is the hand of my mother. Long may it wave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;step:&lt;/b&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; Get lost, kid. We don't need your kind 'round here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;boy:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My feelings exactly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>lmfao. california.</title>
    <published>2004-07-19T21:05:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-19T21:05:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">go to google.com, type in "you know you're in (insert your state here) when.." then copy and paste your answers into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're in California when......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your coworker has 8 body piercings and none are visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You make over $300,000 and still can't afford a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You take a bus and are shocked at two people carrying on a conversation in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your child's 3rd-grade teacher has purple hair, a nose ring, and is named Breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can't remember...is pot illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You've been to a baby shower that has two mothers and a sperm donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a very strong opinion about where your coffee beans are grown and can taste the difference between Sumatran and Ethiopian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know which restaurant serve the freshest arugula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can't remember.....is pot illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A really great parking space can totally move you to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A low speed police pursuit will interrupt ANY TV broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gas costs $1.00 per gallon more than anywhere else in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A man gets on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You don't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Unlike back home, the guy at 8:30 am at Starbucks wearing the baseball cap and sunglasses who looks like George Clooney IS George Clooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your car insurance costs as much as your house payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your hairdresser is straight, your plumber is gay, the woman who delivers your mail is into S &amp;M, and your Mary Kay rep is a guy in drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You! can't remember...is pot illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It's barely sprinkling rain and there's a report on every news station about "STORM WATCH 2003."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You have to leave the big company meeting early because Billy Banks himself is teaching the 4:00 PM Tae Bo class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You pass an elementary school playground and the children are all busy with their cell phones or pagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. It's barely sprinkling rain outside, so you leave for work an hour early to avoid all the weather-related accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hey!!!! Is Pot Illegal????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Both you AND your dog have therapists.</content>
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    <title>my hope, dangles on a string.. like slow spinnin redemption</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T20:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T20:09:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>vindicated - dashboard confessional</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this song is so fuckin great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vindicated &lt;br /&gt;I am selfish, I am wrong &lt;br /&gt;I am right, I swear I'm right &lt;br /&gt;Swear I knew it all along &lt;br /&gt;And I am flawed &lt;br /&gt;But I am cleaning up so well &lt;br /&gt;I am seeing in me now &lt;br /&gt;The things you swore you saw yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn up the corners of your lips &lt;br /&gt;Part them and feel my finger tips &lt;br /&gt;Trace the moment, fall forever &lt;br /&gt;Defence is paper thin &lt;br /&gt;Just one touch and I'd be in too deep&lt;br /&gt;now to ever swim against the current &lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>oh yeah</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T07:11:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T07:11:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my internet girlfriend (LOL haha) Katie is a great poet. She wrote this, and its.. just... awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;in the moment i was lying there&lt;br /&gt;i was dying there&lt;br /&gt;and all i could breathe&lt;br /&gt;was you&lt;br /&gt;i'd love it&lt;br /&gt;i swear&lt;br /&gt;if we kissed once more&lt;br /&gt;and believe me love&lt;br /&gt;i'd die in your arms&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Katie (blueskiesabove)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:12828</id>
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    <title>weee</title>
    <published>2004-07-18T05:54:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-18T05:54:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;this is my ashleykins, and I love her so.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:12194</id>
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    <title>there's nothing you do, there's nothing you can say to keep me here</title>
    <published>2004-07-17T16:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-17T16:43:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my eyes feel raw.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lamelikewhoa:11610</id>
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    <title>I love this peom.</title>
    <published>2004-07-17T06:13:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-17T06:13:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"over" - sugarcult</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I trust the red sun setting&lt;br /&gt;the leafless november trees.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday morning I look forward&lt;br /&gt;fearcely to Friday's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But humans are not as reliable&lt;br /&gt;as nature, as trees.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you'll come back&lt;br /&gt;I trust only that you'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the book "Hard Love" by Ellen Wittlinger.</content>
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