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  <updated>2006-05-26T23:58:47Z</updated>
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    <title>girls on hilltops</title>
    <published>2006-05-26T23:56:25Z</published>
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    <lj:music>yeah i know.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once upon a time there was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl liked to tell everyone what to do. She liked to treat her friends like objects. children. idiots.&lt;br /&gt;She was a fairly good liar (to those who didn't know her) and beyond hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to be perfect and in her attempts grew more and more flawed.&lt;br /&gt;She was a fun girl when she wasn't judging (which was not all that often), and was a nice girl when there was something in it for her (sometimes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she grew green with envy because others had things that only those with a pure heart could achieve. So, she found some left over fish and sat on a hill top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she ate her left over fish, she thought about life, family, and friends...&lt;br /&gt;She decided that she was not at fault for her sadness, and tried to think of who she could manipulate into getting her what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she slipped and fell off the hill top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a lesson to all you fish-eaters out there.</content>
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    <title>Secrets to Success on a Rainy Monday Evening</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T08:47:50Z</published>
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    <lj:music>bliss</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nod your head to the music and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sing familiar lyrics with your intoxicated friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for apple,&lt;br /&gt;J is for jack,&lt;br /&gt;Step on a crack and break your mother's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink one more bottled PBR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about more excuses as to why it's okay you didn't do homework.&lt;br /&gt;Think about how much you love the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;Think about how thankful you are to be the age you are.&lt;br /&gt;Think about how this portion of your life will always be remembered as the most progressive.&lt;br /&gt;Think about going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Think about your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recite funny movie quotes,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to heated debates,&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn&lt;br /&gt;Cover your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of an excuse to stay up for another half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get another snack from the kitchen, and repeat.</content>
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    <title>The girl who wrote</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T01:30:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to write. She loved writing, but was constantly fearing that her writing was taken too seriously by others, and suffered from worry as to whether or not people read what she wrote, or for that matter, cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also had a problem with sticking to only one journal.&lt;br /&gt;She loved the feeling of new journals, and fresh pages, just waiting for new thoughts and new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought a lot of thoughts and cared a lot of cares and was unsure whether or not these things were worth expressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she kept on writing. And writing and writing...until one day, when her fingers fell off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then she learned to write with her feet.</content>
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