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    <title>yo</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T17:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-26T17:48:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Avril Lavigne - Together</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey what's going on it's me. Haven't wrote here in a little while I dunno I've been content. Me and Lance were hanging out last week and his fat ass friend Mike picked us up and took us to the Big E. Anyways it was ok and we were hanging out with an old friend of mine Nikki Balboni and her boyfriend and fat ass Mike was being a retard. He found a used pizza crust at a table and started eating it. Me and Nikki wanted to throw up. Later, as Mike was taking me and Lance home, he started talking mad shit to me and I HATE HIM!!! And then Lance said he was gonna have a party at his house&amp;nbsp;the next day and then Mike was like "yeah too bad YOU'RE not gonna be there" I snapped. I was like "dude I'm fucking sleeping there of course I will be there shut the fuck up u fucking fat retarded piece of shit no&amp;nbsp;wonder you're a virgin u fat fuck." He all of a sudden stopped the car and was like "Oh I'm a piece of shit right? Well get out of my car now. Both of you get out." So basically we were in Chicopee sitting in the car n I was sitting there not saying anything when Lance was arguing with fat ass trying to have him give us a ride home n fat ass was like "Ok I'm giving you 5 mins to discuss this with your woman n get out of my car." So they were still arguing 3 mins later so I got out of the car and was waiting outside then Lance got out n I walked over to the car and closed the door. All of a sudden fat ass ran out of his car and ran&amp;nbsp; towards me like he was gonna hit me I was like "get the fuck away from me" then he ran to Lance took him by the neck and was like "MOTHERFUCKER TELL TITTIES TO NEVER FUCKING SLAM MY DOOR AGAIN EVER" n he kept repeating it over and over and wouldnt let him go I walked over there and was like GET THE HELL OFF HIM FAT ASS then Lance was trying to get out of fat ass's grip so he started getting on the hood of fat ass's car and fat ass had him on the hood of his car all of a sudden&amp;nbsp;fat ass got off him n then started chasing him I was like "here we go again" so then fat ass pulled out as me and Lance were trying to get a ride home. All of a sudden fat ass pulled up right in front of us with 3 cops cars behind him and one in front. I was like oh shit then he got my side and Lances side of the story then the cop came back to me and was like "Are you and Lance dating?" I was like "NO!!!!!" They were like "do your parents let u "unofficially" hang out with him"? I was like "Yes!!!" I mean I turn 18 in 3 months my parents can't really do shit about where I go and who I hang out with.&amp;nbsp;So basically they talked to fat ass and fat ass agreed to get us a ride home!!! Then we went back in fat ass's car n he took us to Taco Bell and him n fat ass were just laughing it off. I was like wtf???!?!&amp;gt; Ok he just beat the shit out of Lance and now they're talking n laughing wtf?!?!? I was enjoying my hard tacos. So he brought us home and we hung out for a couple of days after that n thats that haha. Buh byes!!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Labor Day</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T22:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T22:31:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frankee - I told you so</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Hey, it's me. I haven't wrote here in a while and I been hanging out with Lance last week with Val!!!! Surprisingly, I like her. But me and Lance don't go out I dumped his ass and we prolly won't ever get back together. I just hang out with him when I'm bored off my ass. But Val's mad cool. We were babysitting her daughter Taryn. So forget about that fat fucking walrus entries about Val that I wrote before that. Anyways it's Monday, Labor Day and I'm at Gabby's. She's in the shower right now and when she gets out I'm prolly gonna straighten her hair cause she wants me to. Her family was having a cookout and I had some potato salad and barbecue chicken. It tasted good, but I'm gonna diet starting NOW. I got my nails done a few days ago at Princess Nails and I got dark blue tips with a silver line and designs. They look nice. Me and Gabby just took a half hour walk, but we were thirsty and hot so we walked back. Yeah I have to save $500 to get my hair done, buy lots of clothes, and buy a CHI flat iron. Right now I have $70 and next week I'm getting $50 so that'll be $120. Work sucked this weekend and I flooded the stock room on Saturday morning. Ugh I'm gonna ask Alex if I could switch to Allen St. and then I'm gonna find a better job, hopefully. I need at least 16 hours a week at work, not the 8 hours that they fucking give me. They're assholes over there. They barely give me hours and always want me to clean the fucking lobby. N mydriving been better. I get lessons whenever I'm home and I been driving on Allen and Cooley St. so I got better at it. But I'm really trying to get my license at the end of November so my mom can give me her car. But once she does, I'm gonna be paying over $150 a month for it and that'll put me in the poorhouse so I gotta do what I gotta do now before I get my license and car. Gabby and everyone are starting school tomorrow but IM NOT CUZ I DON'T GO TO SCHOOL NO MORE. I kinda miss it, it would give me something to do rather than be bored. I'm gonna get my GED soon and try to go to an institute for medical assisting or something of that nature. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........................T&lt;wbr&gt;he 70's House is on n it's getting boring. I haven't seen it in a while. Gabby's sister is having a baby shower and me and my mom are gonna go. Well mwah. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>quizzie</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T23:50:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T23:50:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;margin-top:20px;"&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.bzoink.com/quizlet.php?id=571&amp;amp;cmd=compile"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#910003;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/quizlet.php?id=571" title="A short story about you" style="color:#fff"&gt;A short story about you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#910003;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=shinikami" title="User Profile" style="color:#fff"&gt;shinikami&lt;/a&gt; and taken 65939 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="bzoink!" style="color:#fff"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Name&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;color:#000;padding:5px;text-align:left;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" size="40" name="in1" maxlength="100" value="Kamilla " /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Current time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;color:#000;padding:5px;text-align:left;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" size="40" name="in2" maxlength="100" value="8:13" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Current weather&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;color:#000;padding:5px;text-align:left;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" size="40" name="in3" maxlength="100" value="Nice" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day, you were walking down the street when&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;padding:5px;text-align:left;color:#000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt; you started to cry.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And so you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;padding:5px;text-align:left;color:#000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt; fell to the ground, sobbing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But then,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;padding:5px;text-align:left;color:#000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt; a little kitten came and licked you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it turned out to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;padding:5px;text-align:left;color:#000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt; something you'll never forget.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#CA0005;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So now you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FF464A;padding:5px;text-align:left;color:#000;font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana;"&gt; wish you had a million billion dollars.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#910003;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cou" value="4" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Try Quizlet Answers" style="background-color:white;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/createquizlet.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Quizlet"&gt;Create a Quizlet&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php?cat=quizlets" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Quizlets"&gt;Search Quizlets&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Good afternoon</title>
    <published>2005-08-15T19:03:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-15T19:03:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lifehouse - you and me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Ok Lance is not dead hehe. But he pissed me off yesterday when he told me he was gonna go to a concert with some gurl jennifer. Right when he said that, I was like "FUCK THIS fuck you don't call me no more I don't want u im gonna go to a party and get laid tonight." He was bitching "what I can't have friends in my life?" bla. So I hung up on him and he called me back later saying "Ok I'm not going but Chet only wants u over on the weekends." Then that got me real pissed I was like "You know what? I'm not going out with you no more go to the concert go screw your whore I work every weekend and if I can't see you more than 3 times a week, you're all done and I'm looking for someone else goodbye" I hung up then he called me later saying "Ok you can come over this week but I have a doctors appointment tomorrow morning then afterwards I'm going to my mom's so tomorrow I'm booked." I was calmer then but I was like "Ok but if I find out from anyone at all or have an instinct that u went to the concert or hung around with that girl, I'm shutting my phone off for a week and I'll hang out with my other guy friends instead." So basically I don't know what he's up to right now or later. Cuz this morning he called me on a blocked number saying his phone got shut off and he'll call me later. If he doesn't call me tonight I'm gonna turn my phone off or ignore his calls for 2 weeks. I told him that since he wants me back, there have to be a lot of changes because I'm not that same naive girl anymore. Errr it's still in my head that he might go to that concert and I even had a dream about it last night!!! I had a dream I was at his place and then two girls came over to take him to the concert and I was so enraged that I was holding him back I was like "u bitches better leave he's not going" and like&amp;nbsp;I wasn't letting him go I had him backed in a corner. When I woke up from that dream, I was real pissed off!!! I got so much rage inside of me UGH. I just need to get laid already!!!! It's been almost a week. I can't go that long haha!!!!! I get irritated like I am now!!!!! Why I put up with cheaters I dunno but this is the last straw. If I even have one doubt in my mind that he's not treating me right, he's done forever. But on the bright side I blow dryed my hair today so it's nice and straight!!!!:-*&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bad time:-(</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T16:46:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T16:46:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Used - All That I Got</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Ok. Lance called me up last night at 3:30am and he kept telling me he loved me and he was gonna kill myself. N I was sleepy and stuff so I prolly said something rude without thinking it. I dunno but he told me to call him this morning so I called n he didn't answer his phone I was like "not this shit again" but I called a few more times just to see if he was dead or not n he still didn't answer so I sent him text messages saying I didn't want him to be dead n I want him to call or else I'm getting my phone shut off. I don't like that, I DONT WANT HIM DEAD EVER!!!! Maybe he's not answering his phone because he wants to hurt me again. He said he was through with hurting me and he loved me and wanted me to live with him and I don't ever want him dead. He's the love of my life, without him I'm empty and unfortunately, that horrible pain is coming back and I'm trying to control the tears that wanna come out of my eyes. I'm pushing the back. But I'm back at that depressive painful suicidal state again and the only way I'll feel better is if I hear from him. What the fuck am I gonna do? I dunno what to do, I'm gonna slit my fucking throat if I don't hear from him. He's the love of my life and that feeling won't go away. I hope for the best. &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hello:-)</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T01:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T01:55:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Will Smith - Switch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Anyways work was mad boring today and after work, my mommie took me shopping. I was very happy got 3 tops, a skort 4 thongs, and 2 flip flops. They are all wicked cute. I also bought some hair products. Yeah that fat girl Val's friend stole Lance's cell phone. And then when I got home, me and him got into an argument, but it's all good now hopefully. Hopefully it will always be great between us:-) I'm very happy today. Hopefully I can see him for a while this week. I'm not enraged no more like I used to be. I still hate sluts but I feel like a load has been lifted from me and I can truly feel better and not have to worry about them anymore. It feels great to know you are loved and will always be loved!!!!! You know that feeling when you still get butterflies in your stomach like you used to and didn't think u would get them back. The feeling that I hoped I would get back since I been depressed for a while. N I'm happy. Lol I feel kinky;-). And uhhhhh excited!!! LOL. LoL take it as u wish haha. I was in DEB for an hour and a half just looking for which thongs I wanted. Lol ironically, I spent the MOST time in that store. Just because I couldnt make up my mind about panties haha. I don't even spend that much time looking for clothes. But I'm wicked picky about panties. I got 2 pairs of flip flops wicked cheap. Now I have to save my money on a CHI flat iron, then I gotta get my hair colored again all gonna total at least 250 dollars. But it's gonna be done, tho. I'm gonna get all that!!!! Mwah. &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>I have to work on my friday night</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T15:19:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T15:19:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mariah Carey - We Belong Together (Remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I woke up wicked early today at 7:30 this morning then went back to sleep then Lance&amp;nbsp; called around 9:00 so I woke up for good this time. I have to work tonight. . . my friday night. I'm kinda calm and a little pissed off at the moment. I'm kinda glad me and Lance don't go out right now because I'm sick of the cheating. So I like that he can hook up with whoever and so can I. But at the same time, it still pisses me off. Cause I don't really want him to hook up with some of the girls he's hooked up with in the past. Ugh. . . it's kinda better for me cuz me and him are still friends and hang out and stuff. I have to work from 4:30 - 10:00 tonight I think. Maybe I should call and find out . . . I dunno. Too bad I changed y number because Jamie doesn't have a number and now she can't call me on other cell phones cuz she doesn't know mine. I wanna go back to school this year. . . but that's not gonna be easy cause I already signed out. I'll be bored without school. I need to get my GED already. . . I've been saying that since like April. Hopefully I'll just take the test and pass it. I'm hoping to go to STCC in '06, maybe study nursing or cosmetology. Or maybe hospitality management. I need to party and get wasted so my mind will be off the shit that makes me angry. I don't know when the hell I'm gonna get over all these whores! Cuz I'm sick of being pissed off all the time at a fucking ugly cuntbag whore. If all the ugly nasty whores I hated all dissapeared, then it would be all good. Then I'd bump into more of them and still be pissed off:-(. I hate being single, but at the same time I LOVE IT!!!! Maybe next Friday I'll have a day off from work either I'll be at the mall or Lance or Joanne. But Joanne was pissed at me when I told her I was hanging out with Lance the other day. She was like "&lt;font size="2"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK ARE U WITH HIM FOR???? HE'S SCUM BLA BLA" and then she hung up on me. It's better for me now tho. . . cuz I only hang out with him as&amp;nbsp;a friend and I don't have to get all tied down n shit because I have my fun too now. That fat bitch Val was all pissed off at him because he was hanging out with me the other day. Oh well, I knew he would fuck that fat bitch over!!!! Now she ain't talking to him no more!!!!! It's great. It's funny to see he's fucking all these fat bitches and ugly girls cuz it makes me feel better about myself. Because I don't call him anymore and it feels like the pain is lifting from me. It definately feels better knowing I don't have to be that obsessive girl anymore who has to call his phone a hundred times and get a headache from it. I still miss him a lot. But cheating is the ultimate no-no. He hooked up with nasty maureen. That's enough of a reason. My hair color is turning an ugly brassy brown orangy color. I need to put more highlights in it. Too bad I'm broke. It sucks ass. I need money. I'm money - hungry. I made pasta last night and I think I cooked it wrong cuz it said leave it in the oven for only half hour and it wasn't ready for an hour. It tasted pretty good, tho. But I'm dieting for a few days and I need to excersise cuz I have no butt and I need one. K:-*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm content and bored this afternoon</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T19:09:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T19:09:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Christina Aguilera - Blessed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ehh. . . today's pretty boring. I'm thinking of dieting for a few days so I lose the weight I gained the past week. My dumbass got angry again today and decided to IM Maureen. . . AGAIN and OF COURSE she got all pissy and shit and DID NOT admit to anything!!! So basically that whole thing is a waste because she'll never admit it to me because she is ashamed for what she did. And that's her revenge. She will always feel bad for getting drunk that night and doing something stupid and she regrets it. . . bigtime!!! And she was saying things like "Oh I'm gonna kick your ass blah blah blah. . ." First of all, your half my size and NEVER been in a fight before. . . you're talking out of your ass I was at the mall on Friday u didn't come up to me, you didn't do or say shit to my face so stop making yourself seem cool n tough on the internet when everyone u know thinks u are a childish, naive little fucking ho. Hurt me???? LMAO!!!! The bitch touches me the bitch is gonna have her head so far up her ass she's gonna need a plunger to get it out. Ugh. . . I'm gonna get over it sooner or later. I'm broke and I need to pay my mom $80 and save up like $500 for hair and clothes. My hair color is fading out and I haven't been clothes shopping in&amp;nbsp;a while. I regret going over that phone bill and spending my money or stupid shit. Cuz in a blink of an eye, it's gone! I have $3 to my name!!! Before, I would save like hundreds. Umm when I turn 18, if McDonalds still gives me less than 14 hours a week, I'm gonna file for unemployment and get even more than that!!!!! I hate being broke!!!! I wish my dad came back from Russia, he would give me money! I wanna cigarette, but I think I'm out of those too!!!!! :-( Ugh I hope my dad comes back real soon. Being broke is so sucky!!!!! I'm so glad I'm going to work tomorrow. Maybe if I call, they will give me a few more hours so I can make some more money. I hope me and Lance will hang out soon, I miss him soooooo much. He's the light in my gloomy day. Ugh. . . I'm gloomy without him!!! We talked for a little while this morning. That made me feel good. Hopefully Sonserae will be around later so we can hang out and so I wont have to be bored and hungry all day. I'm wicked hungry and I want my mom to buy some plain yogurt so she can make me some macaroni salad. When I lose weight this time, I don't wanna lose my boobs. Lindsay Lohan did and she doesn't look good anymore. At all!!! She looks all bony and stuff and I've seen pictures of her in her swimsuit and her boobs are gone. Shit. . . I need money! And I haven't drove in&amp;nbsp;a week so I probably forgot how. I need more driving lessons. But that driving instructor scares me. He all touches my hand and makes me feel uncomfortable. Yeah I'm gonna stop writing now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>kitten2210 @ 2005-08-10T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T00:41:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T17:53:48Z</updated>
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    <title>kitten2210 @ 2005-08-10T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T00:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T00:02:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Coldplay - Speed of Sound</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I had a really great time somewhere Sunday that I thought I was gonna stay for 6 days. Well it turns out I only got to stay there for 2 days and now I'm crushed. Really crushed. . . something I was waiting for fell short. N now I'm hurt, angry, and depressed. I wish my work only gave me 2 8-hour days n the rest were mine. I just hope&amp;nbsp;I win 20 million dollars so I won't ever have to work. Then I'll be able to do what the hell I wanna do and live my life the way I want. I think that might be the only way I'll be happy. Then I can move the fuck out and be free and not worry when the next time I'm gonna see someone is. But I don't have 20 million&amp;nbsp; dollars and I have a crappy job with crappy hours I need to start doing something that will get me lots n lots n lots n fucking handfuls screaming MONEY! I don't know when I'm gonna be happy again. I was fucking happy and awaiting my fun time and it fell short:-(. I feel like if I don't do something about this, it's never gonna get better for me. I wanna professionally entertain ppl in some way so I don't have to worry about "just having a job." I won't have to worry about the grueling schedule because I'll be out weeks at a fucking time. And also a license would be cool. Then I won't have to worry about going to work and missing people, I won't have to worry about other ppl's rules because those people are gonna fucking be living with me. I wont have to worry about being poor. I will have great times with myself and the one I love. I hope I'll be that lucky girl and working isn't me. I just need money because if I feel like this more, I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do because I'm not fucking happy. I'm bottled up with all this emotion and even letting it out doesn't make much of a difference. I need my own place and car and flexible hours so I won't ever have to depend on someone else to provide for me. But I do need that special someone in my life who's gonna love me and show me a great time whenever I want one. I was having such a great time then suddenly it all fell short. In a blink of an eye. I miss Lance. No matter what happens I will always love him and be there for him. I am always gonna see him every chance I get and I don't care if I'm contradicting myself but this IS the way I feel. I LOVE HIM !!!! I don' want anyone else for myself because they wouldn't be for me. He is the only one who makes me happy. . . everyday without him is a struggle and I'm hurting right now because he's back at home and I'm not there with him. I'm crushed. &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>early</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T12:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-06T12:15:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Craig David - Booty Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I just woke up. I have to be at work at 11 o clock in the morning. It's still pretty early tho. I was driving in the rain yesterday it was so blurry I could barely see anything. But I actually went to the mall afterward. Surprisingly knowing how much pain I was in, I had a good time!!!!! I chilled, got my nails done a reddish pink color with some design, hung out with some friends, and met new ppl. Oh yeah the security office asked me Rob, Silent Bob, and some other dude in, then they asked us to write down our name, address, social security, and phone number. Then they told us we weren't in trouble and they were doing it with all the regulars and stuff. First of all, I haven't been there in a while and I think they asked us in for other reasons (like to get info. about Lance which I was NOT gonna tell them) and I regret putting my info down. Later I saw my 70s groovy dude friend Aaron and hung around him for a while. Then since he was one of the ppl I could talk to, I started telling him about all the pain I was in and he was actually trying to make me feel better and that was good. He wouldn't leave my sight to make sure I wasn't freaking out. Lol!!!! Friend!!!! I love friends, people I could talk to, not associates who basically i could give a fuck less about that would go on and fuck your boyfriends. Fuck those stupid cunts. Jasmine told me that Aimee Slatcher was afraid to go to the mall because she thought I was gonna beat her up. I wish!!!!! When I heard that, I got pissed off cuz I almost forgot about that dirty cunt whore. Then Jasmine told me that Aimee told her Lance was in lockup. I was like WHAT LOCKUP???? I talked to him on Thursday and he wasn't locked up then!!!! That nasty slutty whore!!! Speaking of nasty disgusting skanks, Maureen was there!!! Looking all short and shit and telling people I started shit with her online. Whore if you fucking care so much, say it to my motherfucking face. Everyone at the mall knows about u, they know what u did, they know ur gross, a nasty skank fucking slutty cuntbag. Nobody likes that dirty skank. Ugh... but other than that I had a good night. There was this pretty girl there and I told her I liked her shirt cuz she had a wicked cute top on with blue flowers. And she told me she liked my nails LOL! Lol I met new ppl!!! But what still triggers me a little bit is that when I met Jasmine she was like "R u still upset?" I was like "How did u know I was upset?" She was like "The whole mall knows, I heard u locked urself in ur room everyday and were crying ur eyes out." I was like "That's part of it I guess." Ehh... I don't want EVERYONE&amp;nbsp;in the mall to know my business. I don't want EVERYONE to know that I'm a weakling and that I can't latch off easy. Sorry I guess it's not that easy for me to the latch the fuck off someone that basically treated me like garbage and cheated on me over 30 times. With ovr 10 people at that. When I left the mall last night, I had a sense of relief that I actually went out and did something, even though I was hurt and i did take the time to talk to other people and surprisingly, I felt better!!!!!! When I got home, I went straight to bed and even though I couldn't sleep well, I didn't let myself go to that phone. I survived a DAY without calling the fuck. That's total progress, dude! I'm happy.... and I hope today will be the same. I just hope to God he's not locked up and will never be locked up.&amp;nbsp; I hope to God he will NEVER go to jail. Even though I hate him for doing what he did to me, I still don't EVER want him locked up and/or in jail. Anyways I hope everything works out to my advantage and I hope today I won't call lol! Bye. &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>Just Woke up</title>
    <published>2005-08-05T16:54:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-05T16:56:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>M.I.A - Hombre</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hey I just woke up. I'm feeling, anxious, and very angry and upset right now. I'm planning to go to the mall after my driving lesson today. Yesterday I had my 2 hour driving lesson at the Big E. I did really good. There was a lot of space and also street lines so I was driving straight. I have another lesson&amp;nbsp; today at 1:30 at the Big E again and tomorrow I'm gonna be driving on the real streets... with cars lol! Yeah afterward I'm gonna have him drive me to the mall. I need to get my nails filled there and my eyebrows waxed. I also want to see some friends and have some cigarettes. Maybe it will make the pain go away. I'm in a lot of emotional pain right now. I don't know what's worse. . . the pain or the anger. Half of me wants to kill Lance for what he did to me. . . just straight the fuck up put him out of his fucking misery. But the other half still wants him really bad. But the anger is still killing me and I want the motherfucker to PAY for what he did to me sooooooooooo bad. I want him to go fuck himself sooooooo bad. I want that fat fuck Val to dump his ass or just make him miserable. I hope she keeps him on lockdown so he will never do what he wants to do. I hope she makes him eat shit. I also hope after she causes him pain and misery, she will kick him out and throw him in the streets. Then who's he gonna use this time? Then who's he gonna treat like garbage????? Last night I called up the stupid retarded piece of shit amy and told her I recorded our last phone conversation and was gonna give it to the cops. Then the bitch started crying saying she was gonna kill herself and that everyone was treating her like crap. Boo hoo whore!!!!!! Fucking that's what that little bitch gets for being a little retarded piece of shit. What I don't understand is why a Real Estate agent like Val would want a piece of crap like Lance who uses ppl!!! Actually the answer's pretty easy . . . cuz she's a fat cow fucking walrus and she's insecure about herself and thinks that no other guy will want her. But she'll see how he is. She won't put up with it. No one will put up with his bullshit. No one has and no one one will long enough. Anyways I'm about to shower and get ready. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Uhh sucky sucky</title>
    <published>2005-08-04T22:03:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-04T22:03:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Craig David - Fill Me In</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey it's me. Yesterday I made brownies and overcooked them. This little retarded cunt amy got my sn, IMed me and pretended to be friends (retarded little bitch fucked Lance) anyways she wanted me to call her at 9:00 so I called her up just to get info about and she confirmed that he's been fucking and going out with fat fuck valerie for about a month and a half. So today after my driving lesson which I did good on, I called up the stupid fuck and told him my new number aint gonna be validated n shit.... ugh why did I even call him???? N he was like "I wasn't fucking that fat bitch bla bla bla" Ugh Lance is the biggest piece of fucking shit I ever met in my life. His teeth are fucked up. Ugh i wanna ham him videotaped fucking the fat fucking walrus and to give it to everyone he knows cuz he's ashamed that he can't get nothing but a fat girl. But I'm not calling him for the rest of the night or tomorrow. I'm doing my own fucking thing even though the pain is killing me. I dunno whether the pain is worse or the anger. I am going to the mall tomorrow and he said he's gonna get someone to kick my ass if I go... that's a crock of shit. I need to see my friends there and get my nails filled and my eyebrows waxed... I wish he wasn't such a piece of fucking shit because he doesn't understand what the fuck he's doing to me. . . he's fucking killing me on the inside and out. I look like a crack addict because of all the shitty pain that he been putting me through for well over a month. The pain took a toll on my face. . . I look tired and worn out all the time. Even though Lance is the only one I want and the pain is killing me, I know I dont NEED him and I CAN go on without him... although it will take a long time. He's a dirty piece of shit he's scum of the earth. I just want the motherfucking pain to go away Jesus the fucking pain doesn't go away. And my mom's friend who is teaching me to drive makes me feel uncomfortable.... I think I'll cancel my lesson tomorrow. Kk. Bye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>very depressed</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T19:00:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T19:00:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shakira - La Tortura (reggaeton remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Ok me and Lance just got into a huge argument and I just changed my number because he was telling me he didnt wanna hang out with me this week or next week and he was being a wicked asshole to me. I feel so bad for changing my number... I feel fucking stupid because that dumb fuck doesn't even call that much anyways. I hate changing my numbers. Well let's see how long I'm gonna last this time. I hate my addictive personality... I just can't latch the fuck off. I dunno why it's so hard for me just to stop talking to him... he makes me feel so bad and EVERYONE tells me that. In a little while I'm gonna be severely depressed and in pain and I won't be able to get out of bed. Uhh I might as well give him the fucking number when I feel as tho I'm gonna fucking collapse. Why the hell can't he just treat me right???? Jesus!!! I always feel like shit because of him... and when I try and break up with the idiot then I'm always in pain!!!! I HATE PAIN!!!!! Why can't I just be happy and have some fucking fun in my life? Without giving a shit about him most of the time???? I feel like complete crap and I know I'm gonna end up calling him again! So basically I'm gonna try and give it two weeks and if the whole shit doesn't change between us, then I'm gonna look forward to lots and lots of fucking pain. I just someone calls me up to hang out so I won't bring my phone with me so I won't have to call him. He said he doesn't wanna give me his new address cuz he thinks im associated with the cops??????????/ LMAO!!!! What kinda dumb shit is that? Jeez if anyone who reads this wants to hang out and cheer me up, lemme know. I still love him that's why it hurts so much for me to get over him. Buh bye. &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <title>survey</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T17:20:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T17:20:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="width:450px;"&gt;&lt;table style="border:0px;width:450px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;padding-bottom:0px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=3792" style="color:#fff;" title="About Me Personality Quiz"&gt;About Me Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;width:450px;text-align:center;padding:5px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=jeffq1985" style="color:#fff;" title="User Profile"&gt;jeffq1985&lt;/a&gt; and taken 86669 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Kamilla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;When is your Birthday?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Jan. 8th&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your zodiac sign?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Azerbaijan (close to russia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Where do you live now?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Springfield, Mass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What color eyes do you have?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dark brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What color hair do you have?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;brown n blond&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;5'6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;How much do you weigh? (Be Honest Ladies)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;137&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your race?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;russian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your worst fear?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;being ugly and lonely n poor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you drink?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you cuss?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you use drugs?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;weed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever or will you ever steal?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i did before but not into &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you dependable and/or trustworthy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah to my friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you play in a band or play an instrument?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah belly button pierced hopefully tattoo at 18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If you had a favorite serial killer who would it be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I dunno...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you suffer from depression disorder?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I dunno sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;If you had a choice about how you wanted to die what would it be?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;very quick and painless maybe shot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever tried to commit suicide?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever purposely caused harm to yourself or someone else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah to someone else but not physical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What subculture do you belong too?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I dunno...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I dunno i like revenge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you believe that you can be possesed?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you a paranoid person?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you ever get jealous of somebody else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you obsessive and/or compulsive?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah could be&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you a violent person?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you take your anger out on other people?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I could&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you blame other people for your mistakes?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;not really&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favorite game?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;I dunno I dont play games&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favorite movie?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;uhhh.... "Girl"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Who is your favorite band?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;uhh Lifehouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;Toya - No matter what&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What kind of books and/or magazines do you read?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;CosmoGirl Mag &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;uhh pink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;something hard n flavored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you own a pari of converse?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you own a pair of dickies?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Would you ever kill yourself or someone else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;uhh i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you a virgin?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you kinky?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like biting?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol i could.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you masturbate?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you watch pornography?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nah  dyed it blond&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever shaved your head in a socially unacceptable way?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you hyper active person?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;could be&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are you religious?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have any self inflicted scars?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah like one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Does pain turn you on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;lol what kind of pain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you stand for originality and creativity?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What do you like most about life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;happiness love sex &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;What do you dislike most about life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;heartache ugliness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first fright?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever pierced a body part yourself?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah the top of my ears but i took it out&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever had to beg for dinner money?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you own a car?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you been to jail, yet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Are your clothes held together with safety pins?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you have actual scars from punk rock shows?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever vomit while making out?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you held a job for less than a day?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Do you own more than two pair of jeans?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;yeah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever had to fuck stuff up for no good reason?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;i duno maybe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been kicked out of your parents house?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Have you ever been fired from your job because of your attitude?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:Verdana;background-color:#3886D3;padding:5px;font-size:12px;color:#fff;text-align:right;"&gt;Does the world piss you off?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#8AB8E6;color:#000;font-size:12px;padding:5px;text-align:left;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;color:#fff;background-color:#1F5892;text-align:center;padding:15px;padding-bottom:10px;margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Create a Survey"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php" style="color:#fff;" title="Search Surveys"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" style="color:#fff;" title="bzoink!"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:1846</id>
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    <title>Ehh</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T16:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T16:47:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bobby Valentino - Tell Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey it's me. Uhh I dunno, I'm kinda miserable because Lance was being an asshole this morning. But he's always an asshole to me, so it doesn't really matter. Maybe it'll be better for me since he moved, I dunno. I still miss him. . a lot. Like even though lots of people don't like him for the way he treated me, I still got feelings for him, tho. I was at Gabby's last night. It was alright, we took a walk to DB Mart and watched the new Real World where Danny's mom died. It was mad funny because she wrote about Lance in her journal like a long time ago, even before I met him. I was gonna go to Jamie's today but the bus stop is too far from her house so I don't really feel like walking most of the way. Hopefully Joanne will give me a call later. I ordered buffalo wings last night and they were wicked good. I might go to the mall on friday night, I dunno I haven't really been there on a friday in a while so I hope it's gonna be okay. I really need to find a new job because Mcdonalds only gave me 6 hours this week. Ugh if only they gave me like 14 hours a week then that would be great. I would get everything I would need. I need to get my nails filled and my eyebrows waxed. I also need new clothes. I wanna go and party and get drunk and stupid shit like that. I want to see Lance:-(. I dunno hopefully he will give me a call soon and hopefully I'll go out tonight so I won't have to think about him, cuz I'm kinda in pain sooo I dunno I want him to call me back real bad. Hope I go out tonight. I'll have my mom's friend give me another boring driving lesson tomorrow. Bye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:1721</id>
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    <title>ehh dunno bored a lil miserable</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T20:23:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T20:27:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>M.I.A - Bucky Done Gun</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;Hey. It's like 3:54 right now and I'm sitting on my computer as usual. Of course I felt bad and apoligized to Lance for what I said to him yesterday, but he still hung around other girls last night because I broke up with him and he's still hanging around other girls now, thats why he wasn't answering his phone when I called. But I made up a few lies myself about where I was last night and the night before. He told me to call him back after 7:00, but I know if I do then he won't answer. So basically I'm gonna give him time to go about it. I canceled my driving lesson today cuz I dont feel like driving in a parking lot again. Summer's been like wicked boring lately. I dunno why tho, it just has. Yeah Joanne called and said she was at 6 flags with Rob cuz he was doing a job interview. Ugh she wants to move in with him and have his baby and I think that's wicked STUPID! I wonder what's gonna happen if I go to the mall on friday, ehh I have no idea.... hopefully no bullshit and plus Lance is in South Hadley tho. I wanna get back together with Lance tho... cuz I miss the guy he used to be, like when he actually gave a care. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="330033"&gt;I miss partying and going out. I also miss Lance, I miss him a lot even though it's been less than a week since I saw him. I hope I get to see him again soon and get better at driving. I ordered food and now I'm full. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:1495</id>
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    <title>kitten2210 @ 2005-08-01T16:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T20:17:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T20:17:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>M.I.A - Sunshowers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;Hey it's me again. I'm doing very shitty because I had my 4th driving lesson today and still can't drive for shit. They kept me driving in a parking lot and I almost broke the car. Maybe I have a learning&amp;nbsp;diability.&amp;nbsp;I broke up with Lance (B.E) (again!) today and told him he was worthless, a piece of shit&amp;nbsp;and that I didn't want him calling me no more. That's ironic, he never really calls me in the first place. I dunno I'm ragging it right now. Lance called me last Thursday to hang out and not only did he treat me like crap, but I was drinking to the point where I was about to fall over. He kept on flirting with Natalie. I really hate Lance for what he's been doing to me for a while already. I've been downloading this really cool music from M.I.A.... uhh her album is off the hook, the most addictive album I ever heard in my life. But hopefully I wont be in too much pain this time we broke up. I been feeling really angry at everyone and at life... probably because of Lance. I like to blame him for what goes wrong. I wanna go out tonight and party or something. I want Joanne to give me a call later. She wants to have a baby with Rob and I don't agree with that at all but it's her life. I dont really want to have any kids ever. I'm really trying not to talk to Lance no more because the more I do, the more angry I get. I hate the way I look today. My hair needs to be colored, my eyebrows need to be waxed, I need to go tanning and to the gym, I need new clothes. And summer is so boring I barely do anything anymore, just sit on my computer. Bye. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:1152</id>
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    <title>miserable</title>
    <published>2005-07-27T19:26:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T20:29:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;Hey its me again. I havent written in 2 in a half months. My summer has been boring as hell. This has been my worst summer. I had my second on-road today and lets just say i did a little better than yesterday. But my days haven't been so great. Lance hasn't been treating me good and I broke up with him&amp;nbsp;last night&amp;nbsp;for like the 10th time. Since I haven't wrote in here for a while, heres the thing: he's been cheating on me the whole time we were going out, he doesn't have any balls to admit it, and been treating me like a piece of crap. Only I've been giving him so many chances that it's not even funny, but he keeps hurting me. So I broke up with him again last night. Plus he's mooving to South Hadley on the 1st and he's going to be closer to the 300 pound&amp;nbsp;walrus Val he was hooking up with so basically I'm not going to see him much no more. Even though he said it would make the relationship better, it's a crock of shit. And everytime me and him are broken up, I'm always in severe emotional pain and that's why I always come back to him. But hopefully this time the pain will not be too bad. But this summer has been so sucky. I can't wait to get my license tho because it's total freedom and I'd feel better about the things that are going on in my life. I'd drive to fucking Salem, Mass if I wanted to. Anyways I'm gonna go get a glass of water. Write back soon! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:870</id>
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    <title>bored</title>
    <published>2005-05-08T23:35:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T20:30:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tierra Marie - How To Make a Girl Feel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways. I'm pretty bored. I haven't been to this journal in like 2 months. I've been around. Working, working out, tanning and Lance been my hobbies. Yesterday me and Lance hung out all day and I feel bad for the way I was acting to him. I was being a bitch to my Lance last night. But I had a point, though... he was looking kinda GRUBBY. But I guess I shouldn't have yelled at him because of that. He said I made him feel bad:-( But I had a few drinks over there and we were "hanging out". And Rick was there too. I hate going over there so much, I dunno why I still do. On friday night I worked and covered for my friend alicia, so I was basically working for like 6 hours friday night... it's not like I had anything better to do. And&amp;nbsp;I'm going to have to hide my next phone bill... I might not have a cell phone any longer. I'm just gonna pay her back... which sucks. Me and jojo had some rough times like on 4/20 when we were stuck at some strangers house until 8 in the morning... she's not around no more. Yeah... kinda glad I'm not hanging around with her ass anymore. But I'm sad right now... I have no one to hang out with and really no one to talk to cause Lance is at work. Yeah I miss him n shit. I don't go to school no more because it was already no chance I was passing to begin with. School's a piece of crap. Bye bye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:618</id>
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    <title>kitten2210 @ 2005-02-24T03:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T21:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T20:36:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frankie J - obsession</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey it's me, uhhh I'm wicked angry at mom because of the whole driving shit, I guess I won't be getting a car unless I start working n I'm too fucking lazy to go look for a job then not get called. It's 3:54 pm. and I'm wicked bored.. I was gonna go to Ray's tutor with her but I was too late getting ready so she left without me. Maury's gonna be on soon, there's basically nothing better to watch than the "who's my baby daddy" paternity test shows. I still havent read much of "to kill a mockingbird." I hope I finish it by the time vacation is over. I doubt it, though. I'm trying to diet, so far it's kinda working, but I'm soooooo hungry. I ate a klondike already so I can;t let myself eat anymore GOOD stuff.&amp;nbsp; I want some Wendy's really bad. I might just kill the diet thing for the day and have Ray drive me there when she gets back. But then I'll have no will power. Maury's on, it's "Shocking Updates!" People fool me these days cuz they seem like goody two shoes and then go off sucking dick on the bus. I don't get it!!!!!!! But that's their deal. The only thing I did relatively close to that in public was flashing ppl. I kinda regret it, tho. But then, I kinda don't. My friend wants me to go to the mall with her tomorrow. I'll go, but the thought of Lance being there will make me sick. I need to go shopping for some shoes. Ok well buh byes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kitten2210:324</id>
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    <title>kitten2210 @ 2005-02-23T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T02:50:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T20:37:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jet - Look what you've done</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, it's me. It's Wednesday night at 9:30 and I'm trying to enjoy my vacation. I have to read a whole book during vacation, "to kill a mockingbird." It's 300 pages n i only read 50. The teacher said that we were gonna like it so much we weren't gonna be able to put it down. That's a crock of shit. I also have to answer some questionnaire thing before the end of vacation. I dunno how I'm gonna be able to do that, the book is way too boring. But on the bright side, I went shopping today and got 3 tops:-) But I'm pissed cuz I don't know how I'm going to go to the mall now that Lance is going to be there. I don't even know how I'm going to look at him anymore. I know I'm not going to look at him the same no more because of all the shit that he put me through. I just want his ass to stay away from me and now since he is a mallrat, I don't know if I even want to go there anymore. How can be at such a low point in your life, lower than other ppl, n when u get ppl to do what u want 4 u, u complain and say it's no good? That's fucked up because beggers can't be choosers. And now that u lost it all, u try to come back to the one thing that stuck by you when you didn't wanna take the time to listen. I made a lot of mistakes, when it comes to him, and I know I have. I just hope that I will forget about him and move on and so will everyone else. I just hope nothing bad arises from the past. Hopefully, Lance gets off my fucking back. I'mtrying my ass off in school now and I still don't think it's paying off. I still think I'm going to be stuck with D's or averages. I don't think I'm passing chemistry and im points away from failing math. But school's actually not that bad anymore, I'm glad I got off my ass and started doing the work even if it took me until the middle of my junior year to realize that. I keep trying to call Jamie, too bad she's always busy now but she told me that me and her are hanging out tomorrow sooooooooooooo that'll be ok so I'm ok now I guess. Well I'm going to stop writing, maybe tomorrow or some other time I'll have something better to write!!!! bye bye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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