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    <itunes:summary>We believe that people who love erotica are more than just faceless members sitting at a computer looking at photos of nameless models. We are a community, a cooperative, a society of people that are more than the dollar amount of their site memberships. We are striving to combine community, subculture, artistic expression and erotica all at once.</itunes:summary>
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      <itunes:summary>&lt;img width="175" height="310" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/m/42748/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="175" height="131" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/m/42749/" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo i thought i'd put up some pics of rabid, the girl i've been spending lots of time with.&lt;br /&gt;shes pretty awesome, sweet as sugar, good in bed and is not all retarded when it comes to PDA with a girl in public. &lt;br /&gt;a hard trait to find in girls who aren't really hard core dykes.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend went by fast..to fast&lt;br /&gt;friday went dancing, sat hung out with rabid and i made dinner for her and my cuppy and today i did her hair, got my hair cut and colored by amee, and went to the dog park with cuppy.&lt;br /&gt;tom i want to go out to bbq bar and tues we are having a 4th party at my house..&lt;br /&gt;my roommate bought $600 in fireworks&lt;br /&gt;it gonna be fun times!!!</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[

soo i thought i'd put up some pics of rabid, the girl i've been spending lots of time with.
shes pretty awesome, sweet as sugar, good in bed and is not all retarded when it comes to PDA with a girl in public. 
a hard trait to find in girls who aren't really hard core dykes.
this weekend went by fast..to fast
friday went dancing, sat hung out with rabid and i made dinner for her and my cuppy and today i did her hair, got my hair cut and colored by amee, and went to the dog park with cuppy.
tom i want to go out to bbq bar and tues we are having a 4th party at my house..
my roommate bought $600 in fireworks
it gonna be fun times!!!]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<img width="175" height="310" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/m/42748/" alt="" /><br /><img width="175" height="131" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/m/42749/" alt="" /><br />soo i thought i'd put up some pics of rabid, the girl i've been spending lots of time with.<br />shes pretty awesome, sweet as sugar, good in bed and is not all retarded when it comes to PDA with a girl in public. <br />a hard trait to find in girls who aren't really hard core dykes.<br />this weekend went by fast..to fast<br />friday went dancing, sat hung out with rabid and i made dinner for her and my cuppy and today i did her hair, got my hair cut and colored by amee, and went to the dog park with cuppy.<br />tom i want to go out to bbq bar and tues we are having a 4th party at my house..<br />my roommate bought $600 in fireworks<br />it gonna be fun times!!!]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 06:11:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>you know you're depressed when all you do is sleep.
i need to eat something..
i haven't dropped anything in my tummy for 2 days now.
blah.</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[you know you're depressed when all you do is sleep.
i need to eat something..
i haven't dropped anything in my tummy for 2 days now.
blah.]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[you know you're depressed when all you do is sleep.
i need to eat something..
i haven't dropped anything in my tummy for 2 days now.
blah.]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 17:01:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>i totally loved my weekend!&lt;br /&gt;rabid is sweetness &lt;br /&gt;stayed in today and watched movies with her and just relaxed..aaah&lt;br /&gt;cuppy is hating mike right now with a passon. i think shes gonna lose it!&lt;br /&gt;we might be having a 4th of july party..more info soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i likes her&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/teethsmile.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i totally loved my weekend!
rabid is sweetness 
stayed in today and watched movies with her and just relaxed..aaah
cuppy is hating mike right now with a passon. i think shes gonna lose it!
we might be having a 4th of july party..more info soon~

yeah i likes her]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[i totally loved my weekend!<br />rabid is sweetness <br />stayed in today and watched movies with her and just relaxed..aaah<br />cuppy is hating mike right now with a passon. i think shes gonna lose it!<br />we might be having a 4th of july party..more info soon~<br /><br />yeah i likes her<img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/teethsmile.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 04:06:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>MIA</title>
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      <itunes:summary>no not the band M.I.A. which i danced too last nite MIA as in david (my roommate) lost his apple laptop. a $2,000 laptop!!&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/crying.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has no idea were he left it. i think he left his car unlocked by mistake and someone saw his case and snatched it.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened he's pretty depressed about it. i would too ..thats alot of money down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;its registered under my name cause i used my educator discount to get it and i have renter's insurance so i'm going to try to claim it for it. i&amp;nbsp; have to read over my policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the movie ray today..what a great film..i love docu-dramas.&lt;br /&gt;jamie foxx was amazing..reminded me alot of walk the line another fantastic movie!&lt;br /&gt;cash is the man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am addicted &lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/eyes-bugout.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;to the fiction writer Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;its some of the BEST fiction i've read in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;i have to recommend her to everyone- 3 books of her that are i must: 'keeping faith', 'the pact' and 'my sisters keeper'&lt;br /&gt;i'm telling you once you start reading you won't be able to put them down!&lt;br /&gt;i almost didn't go out friday nite cause i wanted to finish 'the pact' so when i got home at 3am i stayed up and kept on reading till 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. oo i might have a job lined up at a salon..i'm going in monday to find out about it and i might be hitting up the ATL next weeked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumpkin gets in on the 2nd from pittsburgh i'm excited to see her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met the hottest punk rock girl ever last nite and had some rediculous good sex..&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll get repeated tonite&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[no not the band M.I.A. which i danced too last nite MIA as in david (my roommate) lost his apple laptop. a $2,000 laptop!!
he has no idea were he left it. i think he left his car unlocked by mistake and someone saw his case and snatched it.
whatever happened he's pretty depressed about it. i would too ..thats alot of money down the drain.
its registered under my name cause i used my educator discount to get it and i have renter's insurance so i'm going to try to claim it for it. i&nbsp; have to read over my policy.

i watched the movie ray today..what a great film..i love docu-dramas.
jamie foxx was amazing..reminded me alot of walk the line another fantastic movie!
cash is the man!!

i am addicted to the fiction writer Jodi Picoult
its some of the BEST fiction i've read in a long time!
i have to recommend her to everyone- 3 books of her that are i must: 'keeping faith', 'the pact' and 'my sisters keeper'
i'm telling you once you start reading you won't be able to put them down!
i almost didn't go out friday nite cause i wanted to finish 'the pact' so when i got home at 3am i stayed up and kept on reading till 5am.

what else. oo i might have a job lined up at a salon..i'm going in monday to find out about it and i might be hitting up the ATL next weeked

pumpkin gets in on the 2nd from pittsburgh i'm excited to see her :)

and i met the hottest punk rock girl ever last nite and had some rediculous good sex..
maybe it'll get repeated tonite
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[no not the band M.I.A. which i danced too last nite MIA as in david (my roommate) lost his apple laptop. a $2,000 laptop!!<img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/crying.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /><br />he has no idea were he left it. i think he left his car unlocked by mistake and someone saw his case and snatched it.<br />whatever happened he's pretty depressed about it. i would too ..thats alot of money down the drain.<br />its registered under my name cause i used my educator discount to get it and i have renter's insurance so i'm going to try to claim it for it. i&nbsp; have to read over my policy.<br /><br />i watched the movie ray today..what a great film..i love docu-dramas.<br />jamie foxx was amazing..reminded me alot of walk the line another fantastic movie!<br />cash is the man!!<br /><br />i am addicted <img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/eyes-bugout.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" />to the fiction writer Jodi Picoult<br />its some of the BEST fiction i've read in a long time!<br />i have to recommend her to everyone- 3 books of her that are i must: 'keeping faith', 'the pact' and 'my sisters keeper'<br />i'm telling you once you start reading you won't be able to put them down!<br />i almost didn't go out friday nite cause i wanted to finish 'the pact' so when i got home at 3am i stayed up and kept on reading till 5am.<br /><br />what else. oo i might have a job lined up at a salon..i'm going in monday to find out about it and i might be hitting up the ATL next weeked<br /><br />pumpkin gets in on the 2nd from pittsburgh i'm excited to see her :)<br /><br />and i met the hottest punk rock girl ever last nite and had some rediculous good sex..<br />maybe it'll get repeated tonite<img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /><br />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2006 00:14:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>look how the stars will shine on me melissa delawder</title>
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      <itunes:summary>how un tragic.
i was hoping i get killed by a drunk driver on the way home tonite
but i just have bad luck...
maybe tomorrow the stars will shine on me</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[how un tragic.
i was hoping i get killed by a drunk driver on the way home tonite
but i just have bad luck...
maybe tomorrow the stars will shine on me]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[how un tragic.
i was hoping i get killed by a drunk driver on the way home tonite
but i just have bad luck...
maybe tomorrow the stars will shine on me]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 07:44:24 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>letter</title>
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      <itunes:summary>i just got this emial from mina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Patty!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's Mina .. Just wanted to say hi and apologize for not speaking to you sooner .. The last I heard, Adrian told you that I hated you and god knows what else .. So .. I guess I wanted to clarify things a bit .. I don't hate you - it was a crazy time, crazy things were going on &amp;amp; I guess I felt like you were trying to somehow cause troubles between Adrian and myself .. I'm very sorry if I hurt or upset you in any way .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok .. so .. just as an FYI .. Adrian may need you to call him (and harrass him if you have to) .. I broke up with him about 2 weeks ago .. He's still out of work, although he says he's been actively looking for work .. I would love to remain friends with him for life - that was always the plan, but he needs someone other than me to talk to right now - he feels like he has no one to talk to and that knows our past .. I know you love to talk to him and I guess I'm telling you all of this because I'd like to see him happy and talking about everything will do him some good .. so .. please .. give him a call sometime and don't hate me too much for everything that's happened to all of us over the past 10 years .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; xoxo  &lt;br /&gt; Mina  &lt;/em&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a letter to get @ 9am&lt;br /&gt;these are&amp;nbsp; friends of mine from boston..a bizzare love triangle that we had&lt;br /&gt;adrain and i met.and fell in love all platonic&lt;br /&gt;i met mina..the mother if his child while she was visiting here and we slept together like 5 times. she went back to boston&lt;br /&gt;adrain stayed here with the store( he opened a shop here) and me&lt;br /&gt;and well the rest is a mess of love, hate, fucking, back stabbing, death and anything else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't talked to mina in about 8 years..&lt;br /&gt;and here it is...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i just got this emial from mina:

&nbsp;Hi Patty!  

 It's Mina .. Just wanted to say hi and apologize for not speaking to you sooner .. The last I heard, Adrian told you that I hated you and god knows what else .. So .. I guess I wanted to clarify things a bit .. I don't hate you - it was a crazy time, crazy things were going on &amp; I guess I felt like you were trying to somehow cause troubles between Adrian and myself .. I'm very sorry if I hurt or upset you in any way .. 

 ok .. so .. just as an FYI .. Adrian may need you to call him (and harrass him if you have to) .. I broke up with him about 2 weeks ago .. He's still out of work, although he says he's been actively looking for work .. I would love to remain friends with him for life - that was always the plan, but he needs someone other than me to talk to right now - he feels like he has no one to talk to and that knows our past .. I know you love to talk to him and I guess I'm telling you all of this because I'd like to see him happy and talking about everything will do him some good .. so .. please .. give him a call sometime and don't hate me too much for everything that's happened to all of us over the past 10 years .. 

 xoxo  
 Mina           

what a letter to get @ 9am
these are&nbsp; friends of mine from boston..a bizzare love triangle that we had
adrain and i met.and fell in love all platonic
i met mina..the mother if his child while she was visiting here and we slept together like 5 times. she went back to boston
adrain stayed here with the store( he opened a shop here) and me
and well the rest is a mess of love, hate, fucking, back stabbing, death and anything else you can think of.
i haven't talked to mina in about 8 years..
and here it is...]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[i just got this emial from mina:<br /><span class="blacktext10"><br /></span>&nbsp;<span class="blacktextnb10"><font size="2" face="verdana"><em>Hi Patty!  <br /><br /> It's Mina .. Just wanted to say hi and apologize for not speaking to you sooner .. The last I heard, Adrian told you that I hated you and god knows what else .. So .. I guess I wanted to clarify things a bit .. I don't hate you - it was a crazy time, crazy things were going on &amp; I guess I felt like you were trying to somehow cause troubles between Adrian and myself .. I'm very sorry if I hurt or upset you in any way .. <br /><br /> ok .. so .. just as an FYI .. Adrian may need you to call him (and harrass him if you have to) .. I broke up with him about 2 weeks ago .. He's still out of work, although he says he's been actively looking for work .. I would love to remain friends with him for life - that was always the plan, but he needs someone other than me to talk to right now - he feels like he has no one to talk to and that knows our past .. I know you love to talk to him and I guess I'm telling you all of this because I'd like to see him happy and talking about everything will do him some good .. so .. please .. give him a call sometime and don't hate me too much for everything that's happened to all of us over the past 10 years .. <br /><br /> xoxo  <br /> Mina  </em>         <br /><br />what a letter to get @ 9am<br />these are&nbsp; friends of mine from boston..a bizzare love triangle that we had<br />adrain and i met.and fell in love all platonic<br />i met mina..the mother if his child while she was visiting here and we slept together like 5 times. she went back to boston<br />adrain stayed here with the store( he opened a shop here) and me<br />and well the rest is a mess of love, hate, fucking, back stabbing, death and anything else you can think of.<br />i haven't talked to mina in about 8 years..<br />and here it is...</font></span>]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2006 13:30:32 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>18 and life</title>
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      <itunes:summary>just thinking about fathers day today..&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't really thought about it &lt;br /&gt;-but its been 16 years since my father died.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been to his grave in 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;i have photographic memory..and if i close my eyes i see it so clearly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never forget the smell of the old water in the little vases, the smell of rotting flowers, rose petals lining the edges of the walkway, the green sink in the first floor..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i drive up, its a rocky driveway, i use the side entrance, there are un-used gravestones on both sides,its on the second floor..right wall , about shoulders level, the letters are bold straight , the marble is soo rigid lifeless cold. the sun shines in the middle where they have benches for you to sit and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i haven't really thought about my dad period.&lt;br /&gt;how my life would have turned out if he would have been still around..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would have had the chance to know.&lt;br /&gt;when the fuck has life ever been fair?&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/crusified.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ps-i just finished watching kill bill&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably the only person left that hasn't seen it&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty awesome&lt;/strike&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[just thinking about fathers day today..
i hadn't really thought about it 
-but its been 16 years since my father died.
i havent been to his grave in 15 years.
i have photographic memory..and if i close my eyes i see it so clearly..

i never forget the smell of the old water in the little vases, the smell of rotting flowers, rose petals lining the edges of the walkway, the green sink in the first floor..
i drive up, its a rocky driveway, i use the side entrance, there are un-used gravestones on both sides,its on the second floor..right wall , about shoulders level, the letters are bold straight , the marble is soo rigid lifeless cold. the sun shines in the middle where they have benches for you to sit and ponder.

i haven't really thought about my dad period.
how my life would have turned out if he would have been still around..
i wish i would have had the chance to know.
when the fuck has life ever been fair?


ps-i just finished watching kill bill
i'm probably the only person left that hasn't seen it
it was pretty awesome]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[just thinking about fathers day today..<br />i hadn't really thought about it <br />-but its been 16 years since my father died.<br />i havent been to his grave in 15 years.<br />i have photographic memory..and if i close my eyes i see it so clearly..<br /><br /><em>i never forget the smell of the old water in the little vases, the smell of rotting flowers, rose petals lining the edges of the walkway, the green sink in the first floor..</em><br /><em>i drive up, its a rocky driveway, i use the side entrance, there are un-used gravestones on both sides,its on the second floor..right wall , about shoulders level, the letters are bold straight , the marble is soo rigid lifeless cold. the sun shines in the middle where they have benches for you to sit and ponder.<br /><br /></em>i haven't really thought about my dad period.<br />how my life would have turned out if he would have been still around..<br />i wish i would have had the chance to know.<br />when the fuck has life ever been fair?<img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/crusified.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><strike>ps-i just finished watching kill bill<br />i'm probably the only person left that hasn't seen it<br />it was pretty awesome</strike>]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 03:54:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>i would really like to be able to hear&lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/sad.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i would really like to be able to hear]]></description>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 16:53:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>is anyone watching the miami ink marathon on TLC?&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;i know i enjoy sharing stories with others about my ink and hearing theirs..&lt;br /&gt;so i really like this show..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in love with KAT!&lt;br /&gt;i need to go back home to miami and get inked by her.&lt;br /&gt;its one of goals to get inked by a girl &lt;img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[is anyone watching the miami ink marathon on TLC?
i'm addicted.
i know i enjoy sharing stories with others about my ink and hearing theirs..
so i really like this show..
and i'm in love with KAT!
i need to go back home to miami and get inked by her.
its one of goals to get inked by a girl ]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[is anyone watching the miami ink marathon on TLC?<br />i'm addicted.<br />i know i enjoy sharing stories with others about my ink and hearing theirs..<br />so i really like this show..<br />and i'm in love with KAT!<br />i need to go back home to miami and get inked by her.<br />its one of goals to get inked by a girl <img src="http://i.deviantnation.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 00:22:38 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>i just realized that my cat zelda spilled a full glass of water&amp;nbsp; that i had on my night table&lt;br /&gt;SHE is so lucky that it didn't spill on my powerbook!!!!!&lt;img width="54" height="16" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/gangster.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it fell behind my bed...argh!! i'm gonna kill her!&lt;br /&gt;i would have taken the cat myself and ran her over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! okay continuing:&lt;br /&gt;this has been some crazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;thurs nite i went out with my lovely cuppy to bbq&lt;br /&gt;we got wasted, danced and i madeout with bad heather and crazy nicole (they call me bad patty)&lt;br /&gt;i passed out at cuppys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;i went out with crazy nicole and bad heather and mor to bbq&lt;br /&gt;it was rediculous..3 hott girls together is paradise for me!&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the hotel nicole is staying out (westin) and ran around in underwears , jumped on the bed and all madeout with each other..then we ordered room service..ate some yummy burgers and passed out @5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite:&lt;br /&gt;went out with the same from above plus mike,cuppy, and mel from the atl&lt;br /&gt;we went to see this band and this lil irish pub..it was pretty fun..they played johnny cash!&lt;br /&gt;and we loved every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to bbq bar...&lt;br /&gt;kissed mel and heather and nicole&lt;br /&gt;but cuppy got to drunk to fast and her ex was with us and he was being a douche and the nite went from fun to real bad-&lt;br /&gt;then mike got sick and was throwing up alot..eh..yuck&lt;br /&gt;we got back to the house and we all passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this drinking has raised my tolerance&lt;br /&gt;usually 3 drinks and i'm done..&lt;br /&gt;but yesturday i had a huge shot, martini, and 3 vodka and redbulls and i was a happy drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah pretty fun weekend..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hoping to get a call from the DM from XlR8 for a managment position soon~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post pics up from this weekend later :)&lt;br /&gt;</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i just realized that my cat zelda spilled a full glass of water&nbsp; that i had on my night table
SHE is so lucky that it didn't spill on my powerbook!!!!!
it fell behind my bed...argh!! i'm gonna kill her!
i would have taken the cat myself and ran her over!

argh! okay continuing:
this has been some crazy weekend.
thurs nite i went out with my lovely cuppy to bbq
we got wasted, danced and i madeout with bad heather and crazy nicole (they call me bad patty)
i passed out at cuppys

friday:
i went out with crazy nicole and bad heather and mor to bbq
it was rediculous..3 hott girls together is paradise for me!
we went back to the hotel nicole is staying out (westin) and ran around in underwears , jumped on the bed and all madeout with each other..then we ordered room service..ate some yummy burgers and passed out @5am

last nite:
went out with the same from above plus mike,cuppy, and mel from the atl
we went to see this band and this lil irish pub..it was pretty fun..they played johnny cash!
and we loved every minute of it!
then we headed to bbq bar...
kissed mel and heather and nicole
but cuppy got to drunk to fast and her ex was with us and he was being a douche and the nite went from fun to real bad-
then mike got sick and was throwing up alot..eh..yuck
we got back to the house and we all passed out.

and here i am now.

all this drinking has raised my tolerance
usually 3 drinks and i'm done..
but yesturday i had a huge shot, martini, and 3 vodka and redbulls and i was a happy drunk!

yeah pretty fun weekend..
and i'm hoping to get a call from the DM from XlR8 for a managment position soon~!

i'll post pics up from this weekend later :)
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[i just realized that my cat zelda spilled a full glass of water&nbsp; that i had on my night table<br />SHE is so lucky that it didn't spill on my powerbook!!!!!<img width="54" height="16" src="http://i.deviantnation.com/i/emoticons/gangster.gif" contenteditable="false" alt="" /><br />it fell behind my bed...argh!! i'm gonna kill her!<br />i would have taken the cat myself and ran her over!<br /><br />argh! okay continuing:<br />this has been some crazy weekend.<br />thurs nite i went out with my lovely cuppy to bbq<br />we got wasted, danced and i madeout with bad heather and crazy nicole (they call me bad patty)<br />i passed out at cuppys<br /><br />friday:<br />i went out with crazy nicole and bad heather and mor to bbq<br />it was rediculous..3 hott girls together is paradise for me!<br />we went back to the hotel nicole is staying out (westin) and ran around in underwears , jumped on the bed and all madeout with each other..then we ordered room service..ate some yummy burgers and passed out @5am<br /><br />last nite:<br />went out with the same from above plus mike,cuppy, and mel from the atl<br />we went to see this band and this lil irish pub..it was pretty fun..they played johnny cash!<br />and we loved every minute of it!<br />then we headed to bbq bar...<br />kissed mel and heather and nicole<br />but cuppy got to drunk to fast and her ex was with us and he was being a douche and the nite went from fun to real bad-<br />then mike got sick and was throwing up alot..eh..yuck<br />we got back to the house and we all passed out.<br /><br />and here i am now.<br /><br />all this drinking has raised my tolerance<br />usually 3 drinks and i'm done..<br />but yesturday i had a huge shot, martini, and 3 vodka and redbulls and i was a happy drunk!<br /><br />yeah pretty fun weekend..<br />and i'm hoping to get a call from the DM from XlR8 for a managment position soon~!<br /><br />i'll post pics up from this weekend later :)<br />]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 19:25:54 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>i worried about my friend
shes been really sick for the past few days
and something happened with her bf last nite 
and shes really upset and hurt.
i hate to worry and even more than that i hate to see people i care about hurt and depressed.....
i talked to her for a bit at while she was @ work..and she did not sound good.
i hope she calls me back soon 

i hate to worry :(</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[i worried about my friend
shes been really sick for the past few days
and something happened with her bf last nite 
and shes really upset and hurt.
i hate to worry and even more than that i hate to see people i care about hurt and depressed.....
i talked to her for a bit at while she was @ work..and she did not sound good.
i hope she calls me back soon 

i hate to worry :(]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[i worried about my friend
shes been really sick for the past few days
and something happened with her bf last nite 
and shes really upset and hurt.
i hate to worry and even more than that i hate to see people i care about hurt and depressed.....
i talked to her for a bit at while she was @ work..and she did not sound good.
i hope she calls me back soon 

i hate to worry :(]]></content:encoded>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 18:24:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <itunes:summary>stop the press:
last nite i wore a dress with super hott pink stilletos! ( I wish i had pictures!)
i looked hott and i would say all the guys hitting me last nite agreed.
unfortunetely i don't like the penis
i should rephrase that:
 cuppy and i looked hott. we were getting stared at alot
but i guess that happens when you are two hott inked bitches with fuck me hair walk by you, right?
haha


last nite was crazy downtown..the young and tenders where everywhere..ibar was a disaster..tooo tooo many people.
so we stayed at bbq bar and i spy.
i ran into a ton of my students..all very happy to see me.
&amp; of course the usual millions of regulars that i know.
cuppy was amazed @ how many people i knew..i told her thats what happens in orlando
forget 7 degrees-its 2 degrees of kevin bacon here!
plus i've been here for 5 years-i told her and it doesn't help that i'm a social butterfly



she got pretty wasted and i was doing good on a buzz..
she never goes out so it was soo much fun to see her drunk!
she finally got the balls to go up and talk to some guy and then he had to go..i felt bad for her


i ran into my friend bad heather (who i have exclusive friends w/ benefits with) and we hung out, madeout, grabbed her delicious ass and talked.
i also got to meet her friend nicole..who i now have crush on..i madeout with too..
and i had the best sex dreams with last nite :)

oh i do love women!



so all and all a great nite
tonite i think there will be more drinking-maybe with heather &amp; nicole
my friend mel is coming down from the ATL tonite too

oh and the UTI is finally gone!
masturbation is back in the game :)</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[stop the press:
last nite i wore a dress with super hott pink stilletos! ( I wish i had pictures!)
i looked hott and i would say all the guys hitting me last nite agreed.
unfortunetely i don't like the penis
i should rephrase that:
 cuppy and i looked hott. we were getting stared at alot
but i guess that happens when you are two hott inked bitches with fuck me hair walk by you, right?
haha


last nite was crazy downtown..the young and tenders where everywhere..ibar was a disaster..tooo tooo many people.
so we stayed at bbq bar and i spy.
i ran into a ton of my students..all very happy to see me.
& of course the usual millions of regulars that i know.
cuppy was amazed @ how many people i knew..i told her thats what happens in orlando
forget 7 degrees-its 2 degrees of kevin bacon here!
plus i've been here for 5 years-i told her and it doesn't help that i'm a social butterfly



she got pretty wasted and i was doing good on a buzz..
she never goes out so it was soo much fun to see her drunk!
she finally got the balls to go up and talk to some guy and then he had to go..i felt bad for her


i ran into my friend bad heather (who i have exclusive friends w/ benefits with) and we hung out, madeout, grabbed her delicious ass and talked.
i also got to meet her friend nicole..who i now have crush on..i madeout with too..
and i had the best sex dreams with last nite :)

oh i do love women!



so all and all a great nite
tonite i think there will be more drinking-maybe with heather & nicole
my friend mel is coming down from the ATL tonite too

oh and the UTI is finally gone!
masturbation is back in the game :)]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[stop the press:
last nite i wore a dress with super hott pink stilletos! ( I wish i had pictures!)
i looked hott and i would say all the guys hitting me last nite agreed.
unfortunetely i don't like the penis
i should rephrase that:
 cuppy and i looked hott. we were getting stared at alot
but i guess that happens when you are two hott inked bitches with fuck me hair walk by you, right?
haha


last nite was crazy downtown..the young and tenders where everywhere..ibar was a disaster..tooo tooo many people.
so we stayed at bbq bar and i spy.
i ran into a ton of my students..all very happy to see me.
& of course the usual millions of regulars that i know.
cuppy was amazed @ how many people i knew..i told her thats what happens in orlando
forget 7 degrees-its 2 degrees of kevin bacon here!
plus i've been here for 5 years-i told her and it doesn't help that i'm a social butterfly



she got pretty wasted and i was doing good on a buzz..
she never goes out so it was soo much fun to see her drunk!
she finally got the balls to go up and talk to some guy and then he had to go..i felt bad for her


i ran into my friend bad heather (who i have exclusive friends w/ benefits with) and we hung out, madeout, grabbed her delicious ass and talked.
i also got to meet her friend nicole..who i now have crush on..i madeout with too..
and i had the best sex dreams with last nite :)

oh i do love women!



so all and all a great nite
tonite i think there will be more drinking-maybe with heather & nicole
my friend mel is coming down from the ATL tonite too

oh and the UTI is finally gone!
masturbation is back in the game :)]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>Her spine polishes the bathroom floor as he rocks over her, sweat from his forehead dripping onto hers. A raw, painful baptism. It burns her eyes. It burns her insides. She makes a grocery list in her head of all the mistakes she made in the passing year. The people she hurt, and the people she let hurt her. This is her confession and her punishment. From now on, she will do this once a year. Sometimes twice, depending on how much she drinks. This is her first time, the most painful, but not for him. 

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts into her ear.

She realizes then that this is really happening. This isn't one of her medication-induced trances, and she isn't even drunk. She wishes she was. So she closes her eyes and tries to go somewhere else. Never in a million years did she think it would be this way. So very plain, and lacking everything she had precociously hoped for all of eighteen years.

"What a waste," she mutters under her breath.

He doesn't hear. His eyes are closed, too. She wonders what he's thinking about. A fishnet whore he saw in a magazine. His childhood. The time he tried to kill himself with his sister's razor. If she likes the way he's fucking her. The utter humiliation of him getting limp. His mind becomes foggy, jumbled, and he decides thinking isn't a good idea. He grips her breasts like they were sirloin, and finishes without a sound.

Breathing heavily through his nostrils, he flushes the evidence and looks down at her body, nearly the same color as the tiles. She almost blends right in, save the mess between her legs. He wipes his forehead and tries to think of something to say. It would be easier if he knew exactly how he felt. Gratitude. Shame. Love. Any of the above would do.

"Are you ok?" he mumbles, almost inaudibly.

She nods and says nothing. Not even a blink. Staring deep into something behind his head. He never knew such a pretty girl could look so dead, and the fact that she was underneath him made the knot in his stomach worse. He feels like a killer, gazing into the lifeless eyes of his latest victim. A tiny ghost.

He watches her put her clothes back on. Slowly, gently, like someone stepping out of their car after an accident. Careful not to hurt anything else. They walk downstairs together and share a cigarette, her last one, a lucky. She grins at the irony, and he pretends not to notice. 

She knows she should say something, but can't find the words. It's far past the point of awkwardness, and has turned into a mutual silence. To passersby, they look like an ordinary couple. She knows this, and so does he. She feels like an actress, and he feels like a rapist. There just aren't any words.

She holds out what's left of the cigarette, soggy from their mouths, between her middle finger and thumb. A peace offering. 

"You can kill it," she says, managing a smile.

He inhales until the paper reaches the filter, burns his lips, and breathes it out of his nose. His tongue stings and tastes like chemicals. Dry. He flicks the cigarette butt far across the street, and she's mildly impressed. Stand up. They part with a half hug and return to their separate dormitories. 

Alone now, going over the sequence of events like a crime scene, they ask themselves if it was worth it. Though they never speak again, the answer is yes. Always yes. Yearning for each others violent, empty touch every now and again, when they get tired of feeling alone. Or just feeling too much

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      <description><![CDATA[Her spine polishes the bathroom floor as he rocks over her, sweat from his forehead dripping onto hers. A raw, painful baptism. It burns her eyes. It burns her insides. She makes a grocery list in her head of all the mistakes she made in the passing year. The people she hurt, and the people she let hurt her. This is her confession and her punishment. From now on, she will do this once a year. Sometimes twice, depending on how much she drinks. This is her first time, the most painful, but not for him. 

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts into her ear.

She realizes then that this is really happening. This isn't one of her medication-induced trances, and she isn't even drunk. She wishes she was. So she closes her eyes and tries to go somewhere else. Never in a million years did she think it would be this way. So very plain, and lacking everything she had precociously hoped for all of eighteen years.

"What a waste," she mutters under her breath.

He doesn't hear. His eyes are closed, too. She wonders what he's thinking about. A fishnet whore he saw in a magazine. His childhood. The time he tried to kill himself with his sister's razor. If she likes the way he's fucking her. The utter humiliation of him getting limp. His mind becomes foggy, jumbled, and he decides thinking isn't a good idea. He grips her breasts like they were sirloin, and finishes without a sound.

Breathing heavily through his nostrils, he flushes the evidence and looks down at her body, nearly the same color as the tiles. She almost blends right in, save the mess between her legs. He wipes his forehead and tries to think of something to say. It would be easier if he knew exactly how he felt. Gratitude. Shame. Love. Any of the above would do.

"Are you ok?" he mumbles, almost inaudibly.

She nods and says nothing. Not even a blink. Staring deep into something behind his head. He never knew such a pretty girl could look so dead, and the fact that she was underneath him made the knot in his stomach worse. He feels like a killer, gazing into the lifeless eyes of his latest victim. A tiny ghost.

He watches her put her clothes back on. Slowly, gently, like someone stepping out of their car after an accident. Careful not to hurt anything else. They walk downstairs together and share a cigarette, her last one, a lucky. She grins at the irony, and he pretends not to notice. 

She knows she should say something, but can't find the words. It's far past the point of awkwardness, and has turned into a mutual silence. To passersby, they look like an ordinary couple. She knows this, and so does he. She feels like an actress, and he feels like a rapist. There just aren't any words.

She holds out what's left of the cigarette, soggy from their mouths, between her middle finger and thumb. A peace offering. 

"You can kill it," she says, managing a smile.

He inhales until the paper reaches the filter, burns his lips, and breathes it out of his nose. His tongue stings and tastes like chemicals. Dry. He flicks the cigarette butt far across the street, and she's mildly impressed. Stand up. They part with a half hug and return to their separate dormitories. 

Alone now, going over the sequence of events like a crime scene, they ask themselves if it was worth it. Though they never speak again, the answer is yes. Always yes. Yearning for each others violent, empty touch every now and again, when they get tired of feeling alone. Or just feeling too much

::heather]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[Her spine polishes the bathroom floor as he rocks over her, sweat from his forehead dripping onto hers. A raw, painful baptism. It burns her eyes. It burns her insides. She makes a grocery list in her head of all the mistakes she made in the passing year. The people she hurt, and the people she let hurt her. This is her confession and her punishment. From now on, she will do this once a year. Sometimes twice, depending on how much she drinks. This is her first time, the most painful, but not for him. 

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts into her ear.

She realizes then that this is really happening. This isn't one of her medication-induced trances, and she isn't even drunk. She wishes she was. So she closes her eyes and tries to go somewhere else. Never in a million years did she think it would be this way. So very plain, and lacking everything she had precociously hoped for all of eighteen years.

"What a waste," she mutters under her breath.

He doesn't hear. His eyes are closed, too. She wonders what he's thinking about. A fishnet whore he saw in a magazine. His childhood. The time he tried to kill himself with his sister's razor. If she likes the way he's fucking her. The utter humiliation of him getting limp. His mind becomes foggy, jumbled, and he decides thinking isn't a good idea. He grips her breasts like they were sirloin, and finishes without a sound.

Breathing heavily through his nostrils, he flushes the evidence and looks down at her body, nearly the same color as the tiles. She almost blends right in, save the mess between her legs. He wipes his forehead and tries to think of something to say. It would be easier if he knew exactly how he felt. Gratitude. Shame. Love. Any of the above would do.

"Are you ok?" he mumbles, almost inaudibly.

She nods and says nothing. Not even a blink. Staring deep into something behind his head. He never knew such a pretty girl could look so dead, and the fact that she was underneath him made the knot in his stomach worse. He feels like a killer, gazing into the lifeless eyes of his latest victim. A tiny ghost.

He watches her put her clothes back on. Slowly, gently, like someone stepping out of their car after an accident. Careful not to hurt anything else. They walk downstairs together and share a cigarette, her last one, a lucky. She grins at the irony, and he pretends not to notice. 

She knows she should say something, but can't find the words. It's far past the point of awkwardness, and has turned into a mutual silence. To passersby, they look like an ordinary couple. She knows this, and so does he. She feels like an actress, and he feels like a rapist. There just aren't any words.

She holds out what's left of the cigarette, soggy from their mouths, between her middle finger and thumb. A peace offering. 

"You can kill it," she says, managing a smile.

He inhales until the paper reaches the filter, burns his lips, and breathes it out of his nose. His tongue stings and tastes like chemicals. Dry. He flicks the cigarette butt far across the street, and she's mildly impressed. Stand up. They part with a half hug and return to their separate dormitories. 

Alone now, going over the sequence of events like a crime scene, they ask themselves if it was worth it. Though they never speak again, the answer is yes. Always yes. Yearning for each others violent, empty touch every now and again, when they get tired of feeling alone. Or just feeling too much

::heather]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>if anyone is interested i updated my hair portfolio!

http://web.mac.com/patay</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[if anyone is interested i updated my hair portfolio!

http://web.mac.com/patay]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[if anyone is interested i updated my hair portfolio!

http://web.mac.com/patay]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>the more exploring i do thru this site the more i love it.
the forums are great..and i love the openness of all the topics!
i just downloaded to desktops for my imac..i can't wait to put them up.
hmm last nite i got to meet my best friends fam..they are super sweet..we ate chocolate cake and talked about life.

agenda today..
send out my resume..i need to get a job. unemployment is nice but it only pays the bills.
one of my students that just graduated is coming over to cut my hair
and i just talked to my roommates and we'll be taking a trip to the ATL in july..i'm excited!
what are all my lovely ladies up too today?</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[the more exploring i do thru this site the more i love it.
the forums are great..and i love the openness of all the topics!
i just downloaded to desktops for my imac..i can't wait to put them up.
hmm last nite i got to meet my best friends fam..they are super sweet..we ate chocolate cake and talked about life.

agenda today..
send out my resume..i need to get a job. unemployment is nice but it only pays the bills.
one of my students that just graduated is coming over to cut my hair
and i just talked to my roommates and we'll be taking a trip to the ATL in july..i'm excited!
what are all my lovely ladies up too today?]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[the more exploring i do thru this site the more i love it.
the forums are great..and i love the openness of all the topics!
i just downloaded to desktops for my imac..i can't wait to put them up.
hmm last nite i got to meet my best friends fam..they are super sweet..we ate chocolate cake and talked about life.

agenda today..
send out my resume..i need to get a job. unemployment is nice but it only pays the bills.
one of my students that just graduated is coming over to cut my hair
and i just talked to my roommates and we'll be taking a trip to the ATL in july..i'm excited!
what are all my lovely ladies up too today?]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>lookit what i found when i was cleaning out my room tonite!
&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v68/allstarrgirly/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
i totally forgot i had this!
i used to have one of these when i was a kid .i would sell my snow cones for .10cents!
i found this gem @ a goodwill about a year ago..its a complete set!</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[lookit what i found when i was cleaning out my room tonite!

i totally forgot i had this!
i used to have one of these when i was a kid .i would sell my snow cones for .10cents!
i found this gem @ a goodwill about a year ago..its a complete set!]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[lookit what i found when i was cleaning out my room tonite!
<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v68/allstarrgirly/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"></a>
i totally forgot i had this!
i used to have one of these when i was a kid .i would sell my snow cones for .10cents!
i found this gem @ a goodwill about a year ago..its a complete set!]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>so i just got back from the doctors
and i have a uti..fantastic..
he said no sex for you AND no masturbation until i'm done with the antibotics.
argh!

i'll be adding new pictures up today..
i'm trying to get the hang of this site..
and i have to start making some friends as well..
so now i have LJ,myspace,inkednation and DN..
too much..the internet is the best crack ever!!</itunes:summary>
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      <itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit>
      <description><![CDATA[so i just got back from the doctors
and i have a uti..fantastic..
he said no sex for you AND no masturbation until i'm done with the antibotics.
argh!

i'll be adding new pictures up today..
i'm trying to get the hang of this site..
and i have to start making some friends as well..
so now i have LJ,myspace,inkednation and DN..
too much..the internet is the best crack ever!!]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[so i just got back from the doctors
and i have a uti..fantastic..
he said no sex for you AND no masturbation until i'm done with the antibotics.
argh!

i'll be adding new pictures up today..
i'm trying to get the hang of this site..
and i have to start making some friends as well..
so now i have LJ,myspace,inkednation and DN..
too much..the internet is the best crack ever!!]]></content:encoded>
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      <itunes:summary>so i'm gonna start my first post with something my friend heather wrote.enjoy :)

At 6:30AM precisely, my upstairs neighbor, a thirty-something woman, wakes up and gets ready for work. I have only seen her twice in the eleven months I've lived here. She's pretty for her age, but looks tired and worn out. 

I hear her feet touch the floor. My ears follow her heavy footsteps to the bathroom, directly above mine. I can always map out where she is, because our apartments have the exact same impersonal layout. After a few minutes, the toilet flushes. The faucet runs, or maybe it's the shower. I can never tell the difference. The opening and closing of dresser drawers, the silent indecision of what to wear. Approximately twenty minutes later, the gentle, naked footsteps turn into violent clacking. Fast. She's always in a hurry. Sometimes she's clumsy and drops things on her bathroom floor. In the kitchen, too. She usually drops an object that rolls around. Perhaps it's her lipstick. More frantic tapping and finally the thick slam of her front door, shaking my bedroom windows. Locked and double-checked, I'm sure.

Sometimes she forgets things. I hear her leave, and right before I fall asleep, I hear her not-so-dainty footsteps all over again. Extra fast and frustrated.

Very seldom, she wakes up late and I worry for her. I genuinely hope she gets to work on time, and I imagine her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she searches for her car keys.

But she wakes up alone, and falls asleep just the same. Her mornings are jeopardized by nobody but herself. Her routine isn't concluded with a kiss on the cheek, and there are no arguments over who gets to use the bathroom first. She doesn't giggle while brushing her teeth, and she certainly doesn't arrive late to work because of morning love-making.

Lately, I can only fall asleep once this morning practice is completed. I take comfort in hearing this stranger live out her seemingly lonely, monotonous existence with daily dependability. But, then again, I suppose I've always been this way. It started with my mother. 

There was a time in my life, quite recently, when I thought I was going to lose her. I was home, in my childhood bedroom, fighting off sleep like I am now. 6:30AM. I waited for her to wake up and take the dogs outside. It always starts with the jingle of their collars. I can hear her ankles cracking with every other step, echoing off the high ceilings. Soft. Skin to wood. The back door opens and the escaping air rattles other doors in the house. She is outside and I know she is holding herself and stepping carefully on the rough cement. In a hushed voice, she encourages the dogs, even though after twelve years they know the routine. Sometimes I watch her through the blinds. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and my eyes of course well up at the thought of her ending.

I wonder if all of this makes me completely insane, but I know it doesn't. That would be too easy. It's just the little things. And I've been here before. Maybe you know what I mean. Spending more than just a split second wondering what day of the week it is. Days melt into nights, and you wake up not knowing if the sun filtering through the blinds is a sunrise, or just another sunset. Days blend into each other. Two days can become one, if they are uneventful enough. If someone were to ask me what I did three days ago, I would be at a total loss. I confuse my dreams with reality, but somehow I don't mind. They seem one in the same. 

My neighbor will never know how much it means to me that she has a life, lonely or not. Perhaps I won't be here if it happens, but I hope for two sets of footsteps on my ceiling. I wish for her feet to touch the floor after being untangled from someone else's, long after 6:30AM. I hope she's late for work and doesn't care.</itunes:summary>
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      <description><![CDATA[so i'm gonna start my first post with something my friend heather wrote.enjoy :)

At 6:30AM precisely, my upstairs neighbor, a thirty-something woman, wakes up and gets ready for work. I have only seen her twice in the eleven months I've lived here. She's pretty for her age, but looks tired and worn out. 

I hear her feet touch the floor. My ears follow her heavy footsteps to the bathroom, directly above mine. I can always map out where she is, because our apartments have the exact same impersonal layout. After a few minutes, the toilet flushes. The faucet runs, or maybe it's the shower. I can never tell the difference. The opening and closing of dresser drawers, the silent indecision of what to wear. Approximately twenty minutes later, the gentle, naked footsteps turn into violent clacking. Fast. She's always in a hurry. Sometimes she's clumsy and drops things on her bathroom floor. In the kitchen, too. She usually drops an object that rolls around. Perhaps it's her lipstick. More frantic tapping and finally the thick slam of her front door, shaking my bedroom windows. Locked and double-checked, I'm sure.

Sometimes she forgets things. I hear her leave, and right before I fall asleep, I hear her not-so-dainty footsteps all over again. Extra fast and frustrated.

Very seldom, she wakes up late and I worry for her. I genuinely hope she gets to work on time, and I imagine her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she searches for her car keys.

But she wakes up alone, and falls asleep just the same. Her mornings are jeopardized by nobody but herself. Her routine isn't concluded with a kiss on the cheek, and there are no arguments over who gets to use the bathroom first. She doesn't giggle while brushing her teeth, and she certainly doesn't arrive late to work because of morning love-making.

Lately, I can only fall asleep once this morning practice is completed. I take comfort in hearing this stranger live out her seemingly lonely, monotonous existence with daily dependability. But, then again, I suppose I've always been this way. It started with my mother. 

There was a time in my life, quite recently, when I thought I was going to lose her. I was home, in my childhood bedroom, fighting off sleep like I am now. 6:30AM. I waited for her to wake up and take the dogs outside. It always starts with the jingle of their collars. I can hear her ankles cracking with every other step, echoing off the high ceilings. Soft. Skin to wood. The back door opens and the escaping air rattles other doors in the house. She is outside and I know she is holding herself and stepping carefully on the rough cement. In a hushed voice, she encourages the dogs, even though after twelve years they know the routine. Sometimes I watch her through the blinds. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and my eyes of course well up at the thought of her ending.

I wonder if all of this makes me completely insane, but I know it doesn't. That would be too easy. It's just the little things. And I've been here before. Maybe you know what I mean. Spending more than just a split second wondering what day of the week it is. Days melt into nights, and you wake up not knowing if the sun filtering through the blinds is a sunrise, or just another sunset. Days blend into each other. Two days can become one, if they are uneventful enough. If someone were to ask me what I did three days ago, I would be at a total loss. I confuse my dreams with reality, but somehow I don't mind. They seem one in the same. 

My neighbor will never know how much it means to me that she has a life, lonely or not. Perhaps I won't be here if it happens, but I hope for two sets of footsteps on my ceiling. I wish for her feet to touch the floor after being untangled from someone else's, long after 6:30AM. I hope she's late for work and doesn't care.]]></description>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[so i'm gonna start my first post with something my friend heather wrote.enjoy :)

At 6:30AM precisely, my upstairs neighbor, a thirty-something woman, wakes up and gets ready for work. I have only seen her twice in the eleven months I've lived here. She's pretty for her age, but looks tired and worn out. 

I hear her feet touch the floor. My ears follow her heavy footsteps to the bathroom, directly above mine. I can always map out where she is, because our apartments have the exact same impersonal layout. After a few minutes, the toilet flushes. The faucet runs, or maybe it's the shower. I can never tell the difference. The opening and closing of dresser drawers, the silent indecision of what to wear. Approximately twenty minutes later, the gentle, naked footsteps turn into violent clacking. Fast. She's always in a hurry. Sometimes she's clumsy and drops things on her bathroom floor. In the kitchen, too. She usually drops an object that rolls around. Perhaps it's her lipstick. More frantic tapping and finally the thick slam of her front door, shaking my bedroom windows. Locked and double-checked, I'm sure.

Sometimes she forgets things. I hear her leave, and right before I fall asleep, I hear her not-so-dainty footsteps all over again. Extra fast and frustrated.

Very seldom, she wakes up late and I worry for her. I genuinely hope she gets to work on time, and I imagine her heart pounding loudly in her chest as she searches for her car keys.

But she wakes up alone, and falls asleep just the same. Her mornings are jeopardized by nobody but herself. Her routine isn't concluded with a kiss on the cheek, and there are no arguments over who gets to use the bathroom first. She doesn't giggle while brushing her teeth, and she certainly doesn't arrive late to work because of morning love-making.

Lately, I can only fall asleep once this morning practice is completed. I take comfort in hearing this stranger live out her seemingly lonely, monotonous existence with daily dependability. But, then again, I suppose I've always been this way. It started with my mother. 

There was a time in my life, quite recently, when I thought I was going to lose her. I was home, in my childhood bedroom, fighting off sleep like I am now. 6:30AM. I waited for her to wake up and take the dogs outside. It always starts with the jingle of their collars. I can hear her ankles cracking with every other step, echoing off the high ceilings. Soft. Skin to wood. The back door opens and the escaping air rattles other doors in the house. She is outside and I know she is holding herself and stepping carefully on the rough cement. In a hushed voice, she encourages the dogs, even though after twelve years they know the routine. Sometimes I watch her through the blinds. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and my eyes of course well up at the thought of her ending.

I wonder if all of this makes me completely insane, but I know it doesn't. That would be too easy. It's just the little things. And I've been here before. Maybe you know what I mean. Spending more than just a split second wondering what day of the week it is. Days melt into nights, and you wake up not knowing if the sun filtering through the blinds is a sunrise, or just another sunset. Days blend into each other. Two days can become one, if they are uneventful enough. If someone were to ask me what I did three days ago, I would be at a total loss. I confuse my dreams with reality, but somehow I don't mind. They seem one in the same. 

My neighbor will never know how much it means to me that she has a life, lonely or not. Perhaps I won't be here if it happens, but I hope for two sets of footsteps on my ceiling. I wish for her feet to touch the floor after being untangled from someone else's, long after 6:30AM. I hope she's late for work and doesn't care.]]></content:encoded>
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