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  <title>the light looks good against</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2006 16:31:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>new LJ</title>
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  <description>hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I just made a new LJ, &apos;cause this one kinda bugs me now. I HATE the name. SOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not gonna delete it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_desolatestate&apos; lj:user=&apos;desolatestate&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://desolatestate.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://desolatestate.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;desolatestate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to add me.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not gonna be friends only, I might do that in the future but for now it&apos;s gonna be open to everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 21:21:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Friends only bitch</title>
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  <lj:music>3 days grace - burn</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 20:48:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*sigh*</title>
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  <description>Still feeling pretty crap.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets get fucked up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;people in general.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you the most... why do i hate you? Because your not ill and I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going out on wed. I don&apos;t know where but me and me m8s are going out so MEH!&lt;br /&gt;I shall dance up and down with my MCR hoody which is shibby. and dont say its not cosh i&apos;ll shoot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pammys getting me an emo guy. well he dont need to be &apos;emo&apos; but the hair GUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie biggins is howt.&lt;br /&gt;pitty hes an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drunk people make me laugh. espec when they call me drunk.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who call when i tell them not to then hang up on me.&lt;br /&gt;YES i&apos;m talking out you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE tell me my story is good. please.&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;wow did i just beg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t care no1 ever reviews me.&lt;br /&gt;The fandom is dead.&lt;br /&gt;i said i wasn&apos;t gnna write anymore but i had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANANA!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 12:45:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*dies*</title>
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  <description>Someone should kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel worse today than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;*ack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH! Why the fecking hell does this have to happen in the holidays?!</description>
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  <lj:music>three days grace - born like this</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 16:08:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>:D</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 10:49:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>baa humbug</title>
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  <description>My God why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &apos;cause my sis decided it would be fun to drag me out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;We both feel ill, sore heads, thinking we&apos;re gonna barf, dizzy, warm but getting cold shivers... sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Dude I think we have the flu *sob*&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sleep until AT LEAST 12. I&apos;m gutted &apos;cause now I&apos;m sitting HERE on the computer instead of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well tis Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;I got my MUSE DVD *goes all hyper then falls down and dies*&lt;br /&gt;I shall go watch it soon if my sis lets me leave the room!&lt;br /&gt;I need some food. food that isn&apos;t chocolate. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I shall say MERRY CHRISTMAS! And hope you all have an awesome day and don&apos;t eat to much or drink yourself into oblivion (that’s for new year!)</description>
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  <lj:music>the TV</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 17:24:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>love is love</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 14:42:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>boring thing</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten Firsts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Best Friend: I don&apos;t remember... lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. First Hamster: Squeak, he died. It was icky.&lt;br /&gt;4. First HIGH SCHOOL crush: urm... someone stupid... mark or sumthing and NO you can&apos;t have a last name.&lt;br /&gt;5. First CD: urm... spice girls?&lt;br /&gt;6. First real Broken Heart: Haven’t had one :P&lt;br /&gt;7. First Love: FLIP! lol jk.&lt;br /&gt;8. First Stuffed Animal: I think it was a HUGE white teddy with lil bits of silver tinsel in it.&lt;br /&gt;9. First Concert: Hmmm... went to live and loud, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;10. First Time Drunk: urm... on holiday me and my sis drunk a bottle of wine between us... we were SLIGHTLY drunk I was... urm... 14 something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine Lasts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Beverage: tango&lt;br /&gt;2. Last Vehicle Ride: erm... monday coming home from school.&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Movie Seen in Theaters: harry potter&lt;br /&gt;4. Last Phone Call: erm... haha jac&apos;s mum.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last CD Played: Blink 182 - greatest hits&lt;br /&gt;6. Last Bubble Bath: god knows&lt;br /&gt;7. Last Time You Cried: erm... sunday or monday or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last Kiss: I dont know *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;9. Last Concert You Attended: Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight Have You Evers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever dated one of your best friends: nope&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been arrested: Nope&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever skinny dipped: Nope&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been on TV: Yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever kissed someone and regret it: no&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you knew: um... i dnt think so...&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever been sent to the emergency room: Yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever broken a bone: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven Things You&apos;re Wearing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pink PJ bottoms&lt;br /&gt;2. a white shirt&lt;br /&gt;3. my school tie&lt;br /&gt;4. a grey tank top, jumper thingie&lt;br /&gt;5. my watch&lt;br /&gt;6. my glasses&lt;br /&gt;7. underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six Things You&apos;ve Done Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up&lt;br /&gt;2. walked to school&lt;br /&gt;3. laughed a lot&lt;br /&gt;4. listened to music&lt;br /&gt;5. wrapped a present&lt;br /&gt;6. ate soup :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five Favourite Things In No Order&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the internet&lt;br /&gt;2. all my buddies be them online of off&lt;br /&gt;3. RP!&lt;br /&gt;4. Jamie’s hair&lt;br /&gt;5. flip. he. is. the. sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four People You Can Tell Anything To&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my dairy&lt;br /&gt;2. jac.&lt;br /&gt;3. maybe jess&lt;br /&gt;4. maybe erla&lt;br /&gt;(yeah 2 onlines and some paper... wow thats sad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Choices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eat or drink: eat&lt;br /&gt;2. blonde or brunette: brunette&lt;br /&gt;3. pink or black: black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Things You Want To Do Before You Die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TOUCH JAMIES HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;2. dye my hair purple :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Thing I Am Most Grateful For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. having people that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>still the radio</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 13:41:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Baa</title>
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  <description>You know what i just realised? It&apos;s christmas in 2 days. OMGWTFBANANA! Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Cali uni saying they&apos;d got my application and I&apos;d be concidered. fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;school was pointless. It was just me Omar, Kirsty and Amundeep but Vari was there for some of it. *dies* so pointless, wasn&apos;t even half as fun as yesterday. OMFG 2 DAYS!!!!!!!!! That&apos;s so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Well everyones leaving. I won&apos;t be talking to any of my m8s. That&apos;s sad. I don&apos;t care. who needs FRIENDS whrn you have the internet! lol. i&apos;m insane. anywho ttyl! xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;&quot; cellspacing=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 106px; background: #660033;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 126px; background: #770022;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 124px; background: #770022;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #550011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 190px; background: #990022;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 134px; background: #770022;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #110022; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 20px; background: #110099;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;&quot;&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 114px; background: #770022;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html&quot; target=&quot;_top&quot;&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/a&gt; Quiz</description>
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  <lj:music>some random thing on the radio</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 14:41:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*yawn*</title>
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  <description>Today was just so pointlessly fun.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t do anything all day.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&apos;t go to any classes just sat in the social area listening to my MP3 with the speakers, singling randomly, being attacked with a bottle by vari, telling omar and kirsty to stop playing footsy under the table, shouting at people passing by  the table to stop staring at omar&apos;s sweet machine because it had &apos;feelings&apos; too!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I was hyper and screamed &quot;THIS IS ME DYING IN YOUR ARMS!!!!!!&quot; a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that last nite too and people got scared :P lol.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so tired. i didn&apos;t go to bed &apos;til 12 got up at 7.30 and only just got home from school 30 mins ago. Then I&apos;m going to the cinema later and school again 2moz but I&apos;m going home early so that&apos;s okay.&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;Well catch yaz later!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 21:27:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*crying like a crying machine*</title>
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  <description>*cries*&lt;br /&gt;my sis just kicked me off her comp.&lt;br /&gt;now i&apos;m sitting on the crappy comp in the living room and i cant get yim to work *sobbage of the centuary*&lt;br /&gt;I WAS DOING A FLIP, LUCAS, ASH thread! THEY WERE GETTING DRUNK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LUCAS WAS GONNA SING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone save me!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 15:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You know what I realised last night?&lt;br /&gt;I have DEAD STAR! *dies* it&apos;s on hullabaloo... wow I’m so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho today me and clanks were singing &quot;if you&apos;re happy and you know it...&quot; IT WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;And we were singing cheesy pop songs and playing 20 questions and generally doing fuck all. then mr hughes let us go home at 2 cosh no1 is in!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well looks like I’ve been doing the WRONG essay for RMPS... I dnt have the plan for the other one tho... :S&lt;br /&gt;damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywho I’ll prob update again later but meh who cares NOT ME! *does a hyper dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yeah... clankers came on to me along with everyone else during our free period... no it WASN&apos;T our free period i was suppose to be in English but didn’t go.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 17:47:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>muse - dead star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone find me a link to download it.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt; the woderful SARAH gave me it *luffs her more than you*&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YA!!!!!!! You rowk!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 17:06:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HUUUUUUUUGE rabble</title>
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  <description>I did it again last night *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to stop it. It&apos;s bad for my health. My sanity is included in that btw.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got a little emotional but hey I&apos;m always like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went into school for 2 hours. Then went shopping with my sis for xmas. I asked my dad for money but he refused so meh I had to get stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;So I got a couple CD, fall out boys being one of them *luffles* and I WAS looking for a muse hoody but there were NONE! apparently they dnt do them *shrug* I&apos;ll make one myself *nods* YES I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;So i got mcr instead :D&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I&apos;m trying to do an essay on Liberation theology. *dies* kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s not as bad as the eternal life one I had to do last week so i&apos;ll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm... what else?&lt;br /&gt;No Jamie &apos;til Jan 9th/ Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW AN EMO TODAY! OMFG *dies*&lt;br /&gt;Lol. yeah... *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone buy me an emo guy for xmas and I shall luffle 4eve and eva and eva, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up on ever writing anything EVER again. *growl*&lt;br /&gt;just to let you all know. (RP and flip/Jamie are still happening tho ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... urm I REALLY WANNA SEE FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND IN EDINBURGH!!!!!!!!!!! Tickets are only £14! So If you live near Edinburgh and wanna go with me to see em let me know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m making myself a shibby 2006 diary. I never write on paper anymore. I tend to leave out a lot of really personal things on here i don&apos;t want people to know so I think writing it all down will help me out. I used to do it a lot in &apos;01. I wrote soooooo much shit it&apos;s sad/depressing/funny to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm... Flip told Lucas he luffed him *awww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? Nothing much really... school finishes on Friday. THANK FUCKING GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;But then I have prelims after *le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;All I need this year is a B then i can get into Napier uni. If I dnt get my B I’m screwed and I’ll have to go through clearance and prob not get anything at all and move to Iceland cosh there are lots of hawt emo guys over there... even tho I dnt speak Icelandic I can learn and say SEEEEEEEX a lot and it&apos;ll all be cool. yeah I will shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... I need to get my hair cut... what should I get done? suggestions comments ANYTHING would be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Still want it purple but my dad&apos;s a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of my dad being a freak i make a 30 min call to Inverness and my dad get&apos;s the phone bill and comes in saying &quot;who called Inverness?&quot; and I say &quot;me.&quot; and he&apos;s like &quot;who do you know in Inverness? That cost me £5.&quot; And I think he&apos;s talking shite but say &quot;okay I’ll give you a fiver for it then.&quot; Then he goes away and comes back 2 secs later saying &quot;actually its £10&quot; at the point I told him to get out of the room and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOKED at the phone bill. It cost 47p.&lt;br /&gt;SOME ONE SLAP HIM. it&apos;s not funny. does he think he&apos;s funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I came to the conclusion that my family is the source of all my problems. be it Ciara, Mary, my dad or any of the rejects who call themselves family.&lt;br /&gt;i blame my mum mostly. I blame her for everything and she deserves it. then i blame my dad. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay weddings are awesome. I&apos;m so very very glad that they finally made it legal over here. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s about time they got the same rights are same sex couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being gay is okay. the society we live in is the cause of so many teen suicides.&lt;br /&gt;gay kids think they are wrong... but love is love.&lt;br /&gt;ok I’m done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch ya all later :P</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 20:01:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Pimpage for teh kymeth :D</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 15:18:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Business as usual</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Business as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Mrsshialabeouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; John want&apos;s something Chas can&apos;t give him ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I own nothing. NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“CHAS!” A voice screamed from inside the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas had just dozed off, a heavy book in his lap. He was exhausted. Things weren’t going very well for him at the moment. Not only was he working two jobs but the apartment next to his had recently acquired a new rather &lt;i&gt;noisy&lt;/i&gt; occupant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh… what’s up?” Chas mumbled blinking several times to clear his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He was currently seated at the table in John Constantine’s apartment, called over to translate some book of some importance to some strange demon type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your sleeping.” John said, a smug grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“I told you that was important, I need it now.” He said pointing at the book in Chas’ lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“John… C’mon man give me a break. I can barely keep my eyes open how am I supposed to translate this? I can’t even READ it!” Chas whined.&lt;br /&gt;It was the truth. His eyes were stinging from lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not my fault kid. I pay you don’t I? I need it now or you can get your ass out of my apartment and I’ll find someone else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That certainly caught Chas’ attention.&lt;br /&gt;“John… please.”&lt;br /&gt;He needed this job. He needed the money or he would be homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t John please me. Either translate the goddamn book or piss off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas didn’t need to be told twice. He opened the book, placing it on the table while scribbling a few rough translations down as he read.&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of this, his handwriting was illegible and his translations were making no sense.&lt;br /&gt;“John… this isn’t working.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was sitting across from him, a whiskey in his hand staring hard at Chas.&lt;br /&gt;It was a little off-putting but this was how John operated and Chas had grown accustomed to his snide remarks and hard gazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?” John asked pulling the pad Chas had been working on towards himself, reading the scribbled notes.&lt;br /&gt;He raised an eyebrow giving Chas a look.&lt;br /&gt;“And as the he will soon become always to be. It is known in all the he can and shall be true… what is this? Are you kidding me Chas?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas shook his head, blushing a little as John read what he had wrote.&lt;br /&gt;“M’sorry, John… m’just so tired.” Chas mumbled, his head bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John growled.&lt;br /&gt;“If you can’t take your job seriously I suggest you find yourself a new one.” his voice was cold. He was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“John… please. I NEED this job…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not my problem kid,” was John’s reply.&lt;br /&gt;He drained his glass getting to his feet for a refill. He came back moments later with an extra glass and the bottle, filling the two glasses and handing one to Chas.&lt;br /&gt;“Drink.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn’t dare comment on John’s strange behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;He took a sip of the amber liquid… it burned his throat, after all he wasn’t a big drinker… or a drinker at all. He coughed, setting the glass on the table pulling the pad back towards him.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just a rough translation, I’m sure I can make sense of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, don’t bother. You can finish it tomorrow.” John said with a shrug, draining his glass quickly refilling it to begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas was surprised. Just a minute ago he had feared for him job, John had more or less demanded he have this translated or he would be fired but now… now the exorcist was giving him his precious whiskey and telling him he could finish the translation tomorrow. Maybe he’d been possessed. Surely this couldn’t be John Constantine - his boss. The grouchy asshole who thought only about himself even when exorcising demons out of little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas took another sip of his drink, after another he shrugged draining the glass, spluttering and coughing afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John grinned, refilling the boys glass.&lt;br /&gt;“Not bad, eh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later and they were both shit faced. John had had twice as much as Chas but then again Chas was new to whiskey and the dangers of drinking it too fast. The were laughing over a joke Chas has just told, something to do with blonde’s and banana’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your fucking hilarious kid.” John chuckled, his speech slightly slurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah I’m just drunk.” Chas replied a goofy grin plastered across his face. &lt;br /&gt;He then began giggling again which in turn set John off.&lt;br /&gt;“Man… I need to pee.” Chas remarked getting to his feet a little too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;He lost his footing the world spinning around him. He fell with a loud &lt;i&gt;thud&lt;/i&gt; on his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John erupted into laughter, peering over the edge of the table at Chas. &lt;br /&gt;“You okay kid?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“S’not funny John.” He replied a small pout on his plump lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John grinned rising unsteadily to his feet, making his way around the table to Chas, extending a hand for the boy to take.&lt;br /&gt;Chas took it, yanking hard, pulling the older man down on top of him. They both laughed, John straddling the boy  his face just inches from Chas’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments passes, John staring intently into the beautiful brown orbs that were Chas’ eyes, Chas staring back his expression unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“John…” He murmured however was silence by the older mans lips pressed to his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes… the stubble on his face scratching against Chas’ clean shaven one. John’s hands roamed down his chest, finding their way under the boys shirt. Hands brushing featherlike touched down heated skin, lips pressed hungrily against his own, John’s tongue pushed his lip’s apart eagerly exploring the boys mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas let out a soft moan which was quickly swallowed by John. The feeling was unreal. Sure Chas had kissed people before… but they were always girls his same age. Never a MAN who was twice his age while they were both so clearly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was thinking these thoughts… having doubts, questioning his action… his body didn’t seem to be catching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas’ hands trailed slowly down John’s back, resting on the exorcist’s rear, his hips bucking up involuntarily when the older man ground down.&lt;br /&gt;His whole body was tingling was anticipation, his senses twice as sharp. Even though the alcohol seemed to have control deep down a part of Chas wanted this… wanted John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every stolen glance, every word unspoken, even thought unshared… everything he had ever felt for John came flooding back to him.&lt;br /&gt;For Two years he had secretly watched everything his boss had done. The way he smoked his cigarette, how him being left handed made it a hundred times sexier. The way his lips would curl up when he found something amusing but was too proud to laugh… everything about John Constantine, Chas had noticed but had tried day after day to forget came back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was an asshole. There was no doubt about it. All Chas had ever wanted was to be noticed and now that he was being noticed he couldn’t help but wonder if it was only because John was drunk. What if John didn’t care at all? What if they did this and tomorrow John was so disgusted with himself he told Chas never to come back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas’ mind was in turmoil. He body was arching into ever touch John’s experienced hands were showering him with.&lt;br /&gt;Chas moaned as John’s mouth sucked a bruise onto the side of his neck, his eyes fluttering closed.&lt;br /&gt;John pulled Chas’ shirt off, allowing himself a larger surface area to suck and bite his way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“John…” Chas begged, pulling the other man closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt his trousers being undone, warm fingers stroking his erection… and then everything went dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas woke up, his whole body aching,. His head felt like it was about to explode. He groaned rolling over, opening his eyes he blinked.&lt;br /&gt;He was fully clothed in John’s bed… alone.&lt;br /&gt;Last nights events were pretty hazy but he remembered enough to cringe cursing himself for getting drunk in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose, stumbling a little making his was to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit he needed to pee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Morning Chas.” John called from the table.&lt;br /&gt;He had a cup of coffee in one hand, a paper in the other.&lt;br /&gt;“Think you can translate this now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas grumbled. Business as usual.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 19:28:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FILL IT IN!</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me ________. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You = ________. If I saw you now I&apos;d __________. I would build a _______ just for you. I would get your name tattooed on my __________. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could drink __________ under the stars. My love for you is like that of ____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. ______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPOST THIS WITH DEAR [YOUR NAME HERE] AND HAVE PEOPLE MESSAGE YOU FILLING IN THE BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 19:24:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Five Weird Habits of Yourself</title>
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  <description>tagged by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name__sexorcist_&apos; lj:user=&apos;_sexorcist_&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/_sexorcist_/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/_sexorcist_/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;_sexorcist_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground rules:&lt;br /&gt;The first player of this &quot;game&quot; starts with the topic &quot;Five Weird Habits of Yourself&quot; and the people who get tagged need to then write a LJ entry about their five quirky little habits as well as state the rules of this game clearly. At the end, you need to list the next five people who you want to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. When I&apos;m nervous I crack my knuckles... well I ALWAYS crack my knuckles but more so when I&apos;m nervous.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can&apos;t make eye contact so when I talk to someone I tend to look at inanimate objects like... walls or stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;3. I clap when I&apos;m excited... it&apos;s weird.&lt;br /&gt;4. When a conversation dies... be it online of in the flesh I start again randomly shouting &quot;HI!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;5. I talk REALLY loud on the phone... or when I&apos;m asking for a bus ticket. like REALLY loud I practically SCREAM at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name____likeanenigma&apos; lj:user=&apos;___likeanenigma&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/___likeanenigma/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://users.livejournal.com/___likeanenigma/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;___likeanenigma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_sands_agent&apos; lj:user=&apos;sands_agent&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sands-agent.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sands-agent.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sands_agent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_lil_miss_cee_x&apos; lj:user=&apos;lil_miss_cee_x&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lil-miss-cee-x.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lil-miss-cee-x.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lil_miss_cee_x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ladysapphirekym&apos; lj:user=&apos;ladysapphirekym&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ladysapphirekym.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ladysapphirekym.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ladysapphirekym&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_harleythegreat&apos; lj:user=&apos;harleythegreat&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://harleythegreat.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://harleythegreat.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;harleythegreat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 16:20:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>lolly pops</title>
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  <description>Haha today was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my regular Jamie stalking and he touched me :p it&apos;s the little things *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;he kinda just brushed past me but there was definate contact.&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked past my English class and I jumped out of my seat!&lt;br /&gt;at lunch I stood up to point at him, made chez stand up, pointed... then she fell on me, then I fell, so she was lying on me and I was sitting and i laughed and smudged my classes so I had to take them off and I missed Jamie :( owell.&lt;br /&gt;urm... what else?&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t remember.&lt;br /&gt;going xmas shopping with jac on sun.&lt;br /&gt;dunno what to get everyone.&lt;br /&gt;DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i&apos;m off to play the sims.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll prob be back later :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just remembered! I was carrying chez&apos;s bag... and i put it over my back, along with MY bag... then I put her jacket on... as well as mine and her scarf. i looked like a tube but it was fun! and then i ran up the stairs but i went back down to give her, her things!&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 20:13:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Meme</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really have any scars… most of them are self inflicted - an accident of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;A huge green day poster, a huge MCR poster, a big Constantine poster, the Buffy musical poster, an institute poster, a Gavin poster, another green day poster, a calendar, a dream catcher… urm… a monkey key ring… I think that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR MOBILE PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a black Motorola E550. It’s a flip phone… it’s ace okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LIKE TO LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Any kind of rock really… but I listen to some alternative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Nope… I think it was either just before or just after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;A laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;Urm… my Constantine DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno… the smell of coffee is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of… it would have to be a pretty small space to really freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;Not really… I could though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;br /&gt;Touch of pink or curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;EMO! Or Jamie’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?&lt;br /&gt;Erm… a place? I’m married tho so not soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;br /&gt;Any really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… ice-cream :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;br /&gt;Probably EVERYONE at skool today”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE?&lt;br /&gt;Nope… I have my own made up langue of crap tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU (OF THE OPPOSITE SEX)?&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Probably yeah. I’m sad like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Tell them. Words are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Jac… other ppl phone me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;br /&gt;YOU! No I’m only kidding. Liam. No I’m only kissing… my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE U.S.?&lt;br /&gt;Never BEEN in the US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome hair. I have a thing for awesome hair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds. I lasted 3 days. ‘nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;YES! They be FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;RP… but then my internet broke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t get it. If anything laser eye treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;br /&gt;My internet broke and I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;I’m a weirdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Tell everyone and anyone who would listen how STUPID it was then get drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of jack daniels ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;Ack none. NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;I think so… my great aunt or someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not bored enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE FINGER?&lt;br /&gt;My middle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Erm… last night I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;No… it’s so very messy and not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Cracing my knuckes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a shelf… but probably the spice girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;LOL! YESUM I ROWK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Yes. Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;Scream at people. Kick things and some stuff I’m not gonna put here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;br /&gt;The internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO I’ve NEVER used SARCASIM in my liiiiiiife! *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I will be there soon tho :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Emo hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Shia, Sawah… and that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have to. My shoes don’t have laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT&apos;S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry cheesecake or chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOURS?&lt;br /&gt;Purple and Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection L &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Nope that’s sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;FFAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Hair ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Rutherglen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. SCARIEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I was BORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Coke or sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE JOKE?&lt;br /&gt;My Jamie BIGgin’s one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Sports? What? Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE! No… tis brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;br /&gt;Yups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;EWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Urm… I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Anyone will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I’m like way shy man. I so hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE-NIGHT STANDS&lt;br /&gt;SEX! Lol. Nah relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHO DO YOU SECRETLY LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;Secretly? Dude I LOVE JAMIE! There are no secrets! Ok maybe a few but THAT’S A SECRET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU MACKED IT WITH IN THE PAST YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;What?! What does that mean?! *feels stupid*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. WHERE DO YOU WORK?&lt;br /&gt;NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 19:59:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>woot</title>
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  <description>6 hours and my essay is finished.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;huge relief.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m happy now AND i have a new character to play with :D</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 14:33:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ARRRRRRRRRRG!</title>
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  <description>My dad is suck a retard.&lt;br /&gt;what part of &quot;I&apos;M WRITTING AN ESSAY!&quot; doesn&apos;t he understand?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 14:12:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fall Out</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; mrsshialabeouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Fall Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R - WARNING contains gay sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; They’re all mine. No you can’t have them, don’t even THINK about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN:&lt;/b&gt; had this up before but took it down… so it’s back. Probably still a million mistakes but I’m over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip, get your ass over here!” Jamie shouted from across the road.&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on some stairs, smoking a cigarette with a huge grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip waved making his way across the road, as he got closer he saw the slowly forming bruise on his boyfriend’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He hit you again?” He asked stopping short of Jamie, his hands clenched into fists as his side.&lt;br /&gt;“He fucking HIT YOU AGAIN?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon, Flip it’s all good.” Jamie said pulling out a cigarette and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;“Here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip took them lighting it hastily, his hands shaking slightly.&lt;br /&gt;“How can you think it’s okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip.” Jamie said sternly pulling the smaller boy towards him.&lt;br /&gt;“Sit, smoke, shut up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip scowled but sat down nonetheless, taking a  long drag of his cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cheer up.” Jamie said elbowing Flip in the ribs lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip wanted to scream. To turn around and shake Jamie… make him come to his senses. Things weren’t okay. His foster father beat him, things were getting worse and worse but still Jamie was telling him ‘it’s all good’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip… I can handle it. I got you remember.” Jamie said softly pulling Flip into an awkward hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What if I’m not enough Jay? You’re still cutting… how can I be enough if you still cut yourself?” Flip asked, his voice filled with anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you. You’re enough… the cutting’s just my way of dealing, I told you that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t have to be your way of dealing!” Flip protested breathing in Jamie’s scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip just leave it.” Jamie said pushing him away.&lt;br /&gt;“I hate it when you do this. It’s my fucking life and I’ll do whatever the hell I want to do. You don’t know what it’s like Philip, you don’t know what HE’S like!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip just stared. Jamie was like a fucking yo-yo. One minute was good the next he was suicidal!&lt;br /&gt;“You know what, fine. Go and hurt yourself, kill yourself. You don’t give a fuck about me…why should I care?” Flip fumed throwing his cigarette aside, heading in the direction he’d just come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip… FLIP!” Jamie called after him but Flip didn’t stop, didn’t turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d had as much as he could take. No more. Jamie could go fuck himself for all he cared. Life was just too difficult. He had too much crap going on, he TRIED so hard to help Jamie but if Jamie didn&apos;t want his help what else could he do? He couldn&apos;t keep putting himself through this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Philip, the phone!” Flip’s dad called from downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Flip sighed dragging himself away from the notebook he was doodling in.&lt;br /&gt;He took the phone from his dad saying a quick hello before heading back upstairs… like his dad couldn’t bring the phone TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip, it’s Jamie.” The voice at the other end said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip didn’t reply, just sighed running a hand through his hair.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey… sorry about earlier.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. You’re the only one who really cares.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jamie I love you. You know I do, it just hurts when you can’t just talk to me instead…”&lt;br /&gt;There was a small pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are your ‘rent’s in?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just my dad… why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to see you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip nodded to himself.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay… I’ll meet you outside Andy’s in ten minutes ‘kay?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, see you then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip hung up, pulling his jacket on.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going out, be back later.” Flip shouted before his dad could stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he was, leaning against the wall round the back of Andy’s. It was the same place they always met. He wasn’t smiling like he was earlier and now that it was dark the bruise on his face couldn’t be noticed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey.” Flip said stopping in front of him, shuffling his feet nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie let out a little laugh, grabbing Flip by the collar pulling him in for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Flip hated it when they had fights. No matter how pissed off he got, no matter how fed up he was he would always love Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you, man.” He murmured into the kiss, his arms going around Jamie’s neck.&lt;br /&gt;He meant it. Jamie was the only person he wanted to be with, there was no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Flip, I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with… I do appreciate you, God I don’t know how you can put up with all the shit I put you through… thank you.” Jamie said with a small smile, hugging Flip tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t need to thank me, you put up with just as much crap from me. We help each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie nodded at that, thinking it best to just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon.” he said taking Flip’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stopped a few minutes later next to the river, under the bridge. It was dark and quiet, after all nobody ever went by there anymore. Jamie stopped, pushing Flip up against the steel framework a smirk crossing his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here?” Flip asked raising an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie just chuckled pulling Flip into a passionate kiss, his hand going down to unzip Flip’s pants. He let them fall before pushing the boy’s boxers down, biting down firmly on his boyfriends lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip let out a tiny moan, his fist tightening in Jamie’s hair… well he had to say there was never a dull moment when they were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie then moved to remove his own pants, pressing his erection against Flip’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip gasped taking in a deep breath, his eyes squeezing closed.&lt;br /&gt;“Jamie…” Flip whispered his breathing uneven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie’s tongue found it’s way into Flip’s ear, two fingers sliding into his entrance.&lt;br /&gt;“No lube, Flip…” Jamie said softly, stretching his lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t matter… just GO!” Flip said urging him on.&lt;br /&gt;He was so hard it felt like if Jamie didn’t fuck him right now he’d go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“M’kay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip cried out as Jamie thrust into him however he was silenced by the  others lips pressing against his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You okay?” Jamie murmured, moving slowly in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip nodded pulling Jamie closer towards him.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about having a fight with Jamie was the mind blowingly awesome make up sex.&lt;br /&gt;Flip draped a leg around Jamie, sucking lightly at the other boys neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace quickened until Jamie was practically  pounding into him.&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take long until he came calling out Flip’s name, Flip coming just after.&lt;br /&gt;They both slumped into each other, totally and utterly spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your amazing.” Jamie said with a little laugh, kissing Flip softly.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t ever fucking leave me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip tightened his grip on Jamie letting out a little sigh.&lt;br /&gt;“Not ever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <description>Oh god someone kill me.&lt;br /&gt;I have an RMPS essay to write on eternal life. HOW FUN! yesh that was sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;i have a cold and I haven’t slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chez said I looked stoned and told me to look at my eyes and I must admit I do look stoned.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleeping EARLY 2nite. I don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;no rp. no talking to ppl on msn. no listening to music for the sake of it. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a fucking tube man I’m going to die if I don’t SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;someone hug me.</description>
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  <description>Dude you&apos;ll never guess who i met today... DUNCAN! YES my husband!&lt;br /&gt;T&apos;was teh funnyness. I phoned him cosh i was meeting his at the bus station and i was like &quot;dude WHERE ARE YOU!?&quot; and he said &quot;In the bus station.&quot; It was funny. but yeah I found him OBV! lolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... so skool was pretty shit I felt sick ALL DAY! I&apos;m blaming the tap water I drank at like 4am. it was not fun. then my maths teacher started shouting at me cosh i was complaining to jacy that I felt ill.&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s so mean man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I get to come home early 2moz THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta write an essay tho *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the week end I was on the phone for something like... 7 or 8 hours. WOW! that’s scary man, my dad thinks I’m... god only knows what he thinks. owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I didn&apos;t dye my hair like I said I would... or did I say? well I WAS but my dad basically called me stupid and sad i couldn’t do it. I WILL NOW JUST TO SAY NANANA!&lt;br /&gt;ya know?&lt;br /&gt;well ttyl xxx</description>
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