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  <title>they can feel it all over!</title>
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    <title>hey</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T23:07:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T23:07:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what happened to everybody? :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arabiya:67428</id>
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    <title>behibek!</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T01:11:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T01:11:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a proposition for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go to tunisia and wear silks, learn to belly dance and walk through the desert.&lt;br /&gt;let's go to sudan and stop the political agenda to kill.&lt;br /&gt;let's go to the biggest democracy in the world - india!&lt;br /&gt;let's go to london and photograph all of the subway tunnels. big ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is going to embark on these adventures with me?&lt;br /&gt;who the hell is gonna stick it out with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do something fun after school.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be consumed by travel and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should join peacecorp.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think it is the ultimate test as to how much you can handle and are willing to go through to learn and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much more to life than green grass and a paved road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so much going on in this world. there is so much beauty and hate and anger and love and excitement and trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel it in my bones. i want it to sweep me off my feet. i want to experience and take in all that i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a part of this life, this adventure that is never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i go alone.</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2005-07-16T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-17T02:44:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-17T02:44:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENFP&lt;/b&gt; - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>eh..</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T23:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T23:05:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hopefully when we drive to new orleans, we won't be driving to a city of ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*</content>
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    <title>17 hours in the Big Easy.</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T16:05:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T16:15:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we are leaving in weeks and everything is flashing past me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate packing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arabiya:52026</id>
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    <title>cute thing.</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T15:57:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T02:51:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my new job today at Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my classes.&lt;br /&gt;I had a migraine.&lt;br /&gt;I need more coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah, ah ah, stayin' alive.. stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ bahahahahahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>a day in columbia.</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T23:16:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-09T08:52:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;today, at the shell station on the blessed 378, a conversation between me and the boy working there-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hey how ya doin, yeah i got these 2 redbulls, and uhh.. 5 bucks of gas on the neon."&lt;br /&gt;"gotcha. $9.19."&lt;br /&gt;:looking in wallet:&lt;br /&gt;"are you married yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"umm.. no?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh okay."&lt;br /&gt;"why would you ask that?"&lt;br /&gt;"that's my way of finding out if you're single."&lt;br /&gt;"if i was married, i'd be wearing a ring, you weirdo"&lt;br /&gt;"can i get your number?"&lt;br /&gt;"what, now you wanna marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;"maybe"&lt;br /&gt;"oh, god, shutup"&lt;br /&gt;"see ya later"&lt;br /&gt;"you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to chug the bull. &amp;lt;3.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-12-26T19:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T18:16:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T18:16:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ma, her fiance and i .. yea we bout to smoke the "cheese" as fuckin' arabs call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry xmas to you christian motherfuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week til i'm hooooooome, yeh.</content>
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    <title>news from the eu.</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T15:11:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T15:14:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i am alive.. for the record. me and ma went to the beastie boys concert and it was absolutely amazing. adrock tipped his hat and winked at me. hehehehe, we met this guy sade who was like, friends with the boys so he gave us vip passes. we drank, we partied, we passed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked my school records and they changed my math professor on me, that makes me angry and saddddddd&lt;br /&gt;i wanted salais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gpa is 3.78&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i am still highly unsatisfied considering i couldve easily had straight a's&lt;br /&gt;shutup you whiny babyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought me the cutest green/blue/yellow plaid skirt of my life.&lt;br /&gt;and a jeweled canvas handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been studying for the new sat&lt;br /&gt;why they had to add algebra II i have no idea, but it bugs me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mas been sick with the flu for a few days but shes finally better&lt;br /&gt;shes at work right now&lt;br /&gt;and i am about to go hit the town for a bottle of good champagne, help her find her fiance a christmas present and buy soymilk because milk is grosssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find corey so i can gossip about our professor switch&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt that be illegal or something &lt;br /&gt;the only purpose of complicated hours of schedule planning and running to records for schedule swaps is so that you can get the prof. which you sign up forrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dying my hair a darker shade of red&lt;br /&gt;cause its turning blonde&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go rent some movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone read "he's just not that into you"?? it looks fucking cute&lt;br /&gt;i watched larry king live last night and the co-writers were on there discussing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, what is the world coming to (considering the news with viktor yushchenko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest issue of the new yorker is really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that the da vinci code is banned in lebanon?&lt;br /&gt;so much for freedom, huh?&lt;br /&gt;that is supposedly the most liberal (also christian) of arab countries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want to know the difference between a shiite and a sooney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohammed lasts words before his death have two different meanings to them.&lt;br /&gt;the word 'successor'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority of arab countries believe that ali did not become muhammeds successor until much later on his life&lt;br /&gt;the shiites believe that ali immediately became mohammeds successor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali was the first one to believe in mohammed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiites also pray to a stone, something of the earth&lt;br /&gt;its rather interesting because you would think most people would be believers of ali immediately becoming his successor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority of arab countries are sooney, however&lt;br /&gt;my family, however, is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only what i have learned after countless conversations over chai tea lattes and chocolate chip muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a thing for french hiphop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also am having a very hard time choosing the foreign language i wanna learn next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; xxxxxxxxxxxxooooooo</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-12-11T00:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T05:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T05:20:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">btw&lt;br /&gt;i swear man&lt;br /&gt;i swear to fucking god&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get adrock from the beastie boys to drink a beer with me after the show monday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok god bless, cuz im stoppin!</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-12-11T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T05:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T05:15:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dl aphrodite- i got five on it (drum and bass mix).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hott.</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-12-11T00:05:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T05:09:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T05:09:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">daaamn. i went out tonight and met abby up. she order me a strawberry margarita, raspberry margarita, two shots of cuervo, two midori and violetta rumtinis and.. i can't remember what else.. i am finally packed! my room aint clean tho.. i dont give a fuckkkkkkkk. lovers and friends by luda luda (i dont give a fuck i love luda representin atl the only good southern city we got) yeah hes good&lt;br /&gt;yeah im totally drunk&lt;br /&gt;im totally horny&lt;br /&gt;im totally gonna get some ass&lt;br /&gt;im totally so pimpin&lt;br /&gt;i turned down men at the bizzarrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah homies&lt;br /&gt;europe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i love yall&lt;br /&gt;ima miss yall&lt;br /&gt;ill update while im there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go shawty&lt;br /&gt;its ya birthday&lt;br /&gt;we gona party like its ya birthday&lt;br /&gt;eat me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless ludacris&lt;br /&gt;did i say that already?&lt;br /&gt;hahah</content>
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    <title>it's no wonder why i'm still here.</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T17:35:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T17:35:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>r fucking KELLY.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">NO MORE CLASS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH. FUCK YEAH. AWESOME STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOP &amp; DANCE &amp; DRINK &amp; CLUB &amp; FUCK &amp; THROW YRSELVES A PARTY FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;CUZ LIFE DON'T GET BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i CANNOT wait until thursday night. i am going to have so much fuuuuun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone got some sleeping pills ?? i need some for the plane ride. oh well. mom and i got into a fight, but we're ok now. i'm borrowing gas money from my friend rob. he's so cool and helpful and shit. I DID MY LAUNDRY! took me long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making a mixcd for the plane ride. i went to see looney's new place. pretty cool. like 2 miles away literally. fun shit. been hangin' out with ashley like every day of course. hmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed on the phone til 4am lastnight.&lt;br /&gt;i'm giddy today.</content>
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    <title>i just want to be alone today, nophone, no phoneeee.</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T22:30:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T22:30:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so ma and i decided we should paint my bedroom when i get back home. i want to paint it a greenish color.. nothing too dark. since my wall is dark blue - we're gonna put white on it, just one coat and then put a pretty green on it. i can't waiiiiiit, i think i will like it much more. dark colors seem to swallow me up. it makes me not want to be in there. i'm also gonna finally get a desk, cuz i can't stand not having one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news..  there is a mysterious man i'm curious about. he has a wedding band on his finger, or is that a promise ring? i think he's really cute. aside from the way in which we met (in my coked up, hotel room drama years). oh yeah.. great. i can just imagine what he is thinking, but then again, what right does he have to think that way, considering where HE was then. i don't have the balls to tell him i want to know. i've seen him a lot lately, too. i must be insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rob and i are hanging out tonight.. we're gonna drink wine and be dramatic and gossipy. lovely. it must be red wine, i demanded. heheh. i guess until then i will continue to roam around the house cleaning and organizing and making lists and maybe even napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birth control patch is making my breasts itchy. blechapihdfoihng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i've been on fire, yet i still stay frozen, so deep in the night, my smooth contemplations will always be broken, my deepest concerns will stay vague and unspoken, no i don't have any change but there's a few subways open." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-12-03T13:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-03T18:18:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-03T18:18:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="50%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#974c71"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#dd8a77"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#fa8281"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ff69b4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#7f745a"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16.67%" bgcolor="#ffb4d9"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;journalism is love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="6" align="center"&gt;&lt;small&gt;brought to you by the &lt;a href="http://www.dutchfurs.com/~haze/islove/"&gt;isLove Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored outtamymind. hhhhhmmmm, i slept until noon. i can't drive anywhere cuz i have just enough gas to make it to exams next week (;X) so i'm just gonna sit home and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cook.&lt;br /&gt;8 days left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a fucking ibook. they're so hott.</content>
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    <title>i keep on faaaaaaaaaaaallllin</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T20:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T20:35:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just got home from class. psych class is like not even worth going to- except for the fact that my school takes absences seriously (4cuts + yr CUT) so i have to go anyway. it is a waste of gas- it is 10 minutes, literally. "any questions regarding yr final next tuesday? no? see ya." i can barely buy gas right now. grrrr. just cooked basmati rice with baby lima beans and dill. plain yogurt with cucumbers and mint. that is my idea of a fabulous lunch! i'm gonna go do my homework and study for finals and then go get crUUUUUnk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3.</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-11-28T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T02:09:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T02:20:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">god i am such an item-collector. i refuse to get rid of clothes, books, all kinds of shit i don't even use because of it's "sentimental value". i am annoying myself. i keep moving things around in my room cuz i don't like it at all. i was thinking about maybe painting my bedroom wall a new color. a lighter colorrrrrrr - i think maybe the dark blue is startingtoreallydepressme. i am going to go finish this paper now. there's this really cool site; &lt;a href="http://ratemyprofessor.com"&gt;http://ratemyprofessor.com&lt;/a&gt; it's really fun! and informative. i wish that i was old enough to go out to a club or something. sunday nights are so miserably hopeless and alcohol free. gosh, i sound crazy sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have cramps so bad i want to scream. wonderful. i don't even know if i can get a papsmear(sp?) done while i'm on my period so i might have to wait a few more days before my visit to the health department. ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee. i coincidentally found out today who my english professor is - one of the best onessss the school offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need incense; my room smells funny. i have 30+ ladybugs on my walls. i know they're good luck but they're quite annoying.</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-11-28T12:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-28T17:07:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wellllhello. i have not updated in a while, mostly because i never have much of anything to say anymore. one week left for classes to finish, two weeks until i see my ma. i visited claude; we had a good time and spent thanksgiving together. the drive was horrific. i hate driving through georgia soooo much. i dyed my hair. red. it takes a little bit of adjusting on my behalf. i'm too used to black hair. i wanna hurry up and get the hell out of here. i can't wait to gogogo. i need to make an appointment tomorrow morning for the health department. 10am i have to call. i can't forget because i'm in need of a different method of birth control. pills make me nauseous. did i even spell that right? i'm shushing up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was yr. thanksgiving?&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>keep a grip on it all.</title>
    <published>2004-11-22T05:23:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-22T05:23:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so lately i have been walking with my eyes closed. opiumforests and wild flowers in the sky. i am in capable of being loved. i am incapable of being beautiful. i know i have a purpose. well, honestly, i think we all do. but sometimes i lay down and stare up at the fucking sky and wonder what my purpose is. should i make the best out of all my situations, should i run away from them? should i keep dying my hair and drinking beer and lighting incense and smoking pot and studying psychology books and walk around town. or should i pack up my leather bag with a book and a pen and hop on a bus to a place i've never seen before. sometimes i feel like a bird. because no matter where i am, i always have to go somewhere else. i must be an alien, too, because nothing satisfies me for long. nothing loves me for long. nothing lasts for long. nothing stays beautiful forever. no one keeps smiling. no one stops hurting. no one stops lying. people just stop breathing. people keep starving and crying and hating and killing and suffering. i never keep a job. i never keep my friends. i feel invisible, sometimes, too.. i hate when i feel that way, because i am louder than most. i yearn for a kiss that tastes like heaven. i want hands to hold that offer protection. i guess i am just a dreamer.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>hahaa.</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T14:28:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T14:28:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when yr down to the finest last pennies, is it king cobra, schlitz, or old english? and don't you say say "none" either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my friends argue. i say OE all the way, baby. schlitz = gag. magnum's out of the question. but you know what? cobra ain't too bad, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-11-15T08:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-15T13:33:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">mm i love holiday seasons + cold weather. egg nog + warm coffee + waking up and hopping from the bed to the hot shower. i just absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even care about the presents. i don't get any, anyway. i just like being with my friends. and cooking and laughing and enjoying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd also like for this goddamned fall semester to be over, as well. just because. i'm ready to go see mom + do my fair share of travel + sleep in til the afternoonssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go to florida, either.</content>
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    <title>yr taking up lots of space.</title>
    <published>2004-11-14T02:28:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-14T02:45:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh jesus&lt;br /&gt;oh god. good god.&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;br /&gt;it's like i'm anticipating something all the time nowadays&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for you to find me&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm out of my mind and out of my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful i have the ability to wake up in the morning and look forward to something, but i don't have anything to look forward to sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed must be teasing me with these ridiculous dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems ugly &lt;br /&gt;and everything hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just keep falling. and tripping. and walking. and finding nowhere to go. and no one to relate to.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>arabiya @ 2004-11-13T14:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-13T19:09:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my head is sore but i'm home now. listening to revelling. it is so appropriate when you're alone and it's cold outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking through the hallways and into the bathroom lastnight. i felt anxious. i finally found my way into robert's bed and he covered me with the blanket. i laid there for a minute with my eyes awake, it was the only thing that could keep me from feeling more dizzy. i closed my eyes and i saw yr face and yr hands and yr body. i turned over on the bed and i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks a question.</title>
    <published>2004-11-12T02:48:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ma is making fair trade hotchocolate. that makes it taste 10x better. i have these feelings within me i want to release. every moment of my life is built on anticipation. every thought is provoking. every idea is motivating. every minute equals anxiety. my heart beats faster and faster. my eyes close and i start to see all these pictures in my head. and then i open them, just to break the ice, break the beautiful image into a fading thought. an idea that is unimaginable and unbelievable and unfathomable and unremovable from my brain. it's like a stain on a white dress, really. it is the scar from my arm that i can't hide, it is the feeling in my heart that i can't stop, it is the footage of a film that trails on, and on, and on, and on. i miss you, darling. and so badly.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>just gimme my judy garland drugs.</title>
    <published>2004-11-11T13:52:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-11T13:52:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i quit my job. i got a fever. from hell. i skipped philosophy class. i had been laying on the couch since like 4 in the afternoon yesterday until now. just waiting for the next collect call. apparently enough money has been raised by various groups to bail both girls out of jail, but dave will have to wait. i wish i had 5,000$ to toss around, i'd bail him out in a heartbeat. i don't even have a goddamn collateral(?). i quit my job yesterday. with my high fever, i felt delirious and unable to work. of course, my ever so empathetic boss responds with, "if you don't show up, don't ever show up again". and so that's the end of that. i don't even know if i am going to look for a new job now becuz i'm going to germany on the 11th of next month. i just need to find a way to pay for my 125$ speeding ticket. i wish i had my tax returrrrrrn, i'd feel so at ease. money equals stress. i hate money. the heater's working now. for my english class today we have an in-class essay to write, about whether or not fathers can ever be as important as mothers are. s t u p i d. vitamin c pills are hurting my stomach. i probably should eat. i miss my mother.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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