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  <title>Do Not Wake Me</title>
  <subtitle>In Dreams</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-07-07T03:02:10Z</updated>
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    <title>A Beautiful Lie...</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T03:02:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T03:02:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Came across a couple decent job prospects during my search today.  This is good.  Maybe one of them will actually pan out.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Donna is being a total bitch and acting like she's about 12 years old.  We haven't talked in the last six days because she's pissed because I caught her in a lie and doesn't want to admit it.  So needless to say we haven't spoken and hell will freeze over before I'm the first one to make a move.  I'm not apologizing.  I did nothing wrong.  She's the one who went all bitchy and LIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so loving rp'ing Dom against Jared Leto.  And speaking of Jared, I went out and bought 30 Seconds To Mars first two CD's.  Not bad actually.  Not quite my usual style, but still not bad.  Holly sent me three acoustic songs of theirs that I really like.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:25060</id>
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    <title>Life Is Something That Happens While You're Asleep</title>
    <published>2006-06-30T05:21:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-30T05:21:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The sound of my fan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have seriously got to get out of this sleeping pattern.  My days and nights are totally switched and it's screwing with everything.  Cooked dinner today which was actually breakfast; fried potato's, sausage, gravy and biscuits.  It was all quite yummy.  And of course the usual Diet Coke to wash it all down with.  Nector of the Gods, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rp is going well.  Yea!  I do love thee, let me count the ways...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to even talk about the job search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna, I love ya girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, thanks for always being there for me even when I bitch about the same thing over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to rp.  Adios!</content>
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    <title>It's So Obvious!</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T10:24:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T10:24:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YOU MUST LOVE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!  ROFLMAO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is all.  Bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.  Or morning.  Whatever it is.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:24209</id>
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    <title>A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words</title>
    <published>2006-06-25T01:29:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-25T01:29:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A friend of mine sent me these in an email and I thought I'd share.  Five cute, beautiful and interesting photos.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Misc/3SquirrelCamera.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Misc/4CatMouse.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Misc/2CatA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Misc/1SunflowersSunset.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Misc/5RoosterChickens.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:23835</id>
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    <title>Stormy</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T21:36:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T21:36:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wide Open Spaces - Dixie Chicks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's storming here.  More like thunder and rain, but it makes me feel so blah.  I've been thinking about my friends a lot the past few days.  I miss them all so much.  It seems like they're hardly around anymore.  Yeah, yeah I know real life and all that.  I don't know.  I just feel like some of them are jerking me around and lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing in a new rp community where I play Dom and despite the fact that there is no Billy I'm having fun.  So much drama though.  lol  Comes with the territory I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:23657</id>
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    <title>All In The Family</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T23:04:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T23:04:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Don't even ask what time I woke up today.  OMG.  It was hideously late.  I can only partially blame it on the fact that I was up until about 3:30 this morning, but the rest of the blame goes on my family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the renion was yesterday and it went well.  However, being out in 96 degree weather for eight hours is not fun.  I was totally melting!  Seriously, I don't deal with with warm weather.  In an hours time I drank two pop's and a bottled water.  One hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, enough complaining about the heat.  It was good to see family I had not in over a year.  I had a good time catching up with everyone.  And yours truly went fishing while we were there.  The reunion was held at Adams State park which has this huge lake.  Anyway, I caught my first fish ever!  Woohoo!!  No, I did not touch the fish.  I made my brother in law unhook it and throw it back.  It was kinda cool though.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got home around 10:30 and logged onto the Net for about fifteen minutes.  You know I'm tired and weary when I don't even check LJ!!  I logged off, took a shower and then my friend called me which is the main reason I was up so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm off to work on some writing or chat.  Haven't figured out which.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:23491</id>
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    <title>Fic: 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' 1/1 Dom/Billy (PG)</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T01:23:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T01:23:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Actor/Real Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 079. Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 256&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Dom surprises Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt;  Woohoo!  My first story for &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_100_situations' lj:user='100_situations' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/100_situations/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/100_situations/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;100_situations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!  Only 99 more to go! *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The snow crunched beneath Billy's feet as he carried the wood up the slippery and semi-cleared stony path.  The bitter cold wind cut through him as the snow fell down around him in a pristine white blanket.  He gently kicked the door a couple of times and then stood waiting.  And waiting.  Another kick to the door did not render it to open.  He waited a few more moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dommie!" Billy yelled, pressing his face against the glass as he peered inside.  The living room was empty.  "Little shit," he mumbled as he turned and dropped the pile of wood he was carrying, pushed the door open and stepped inside.  He blinked and stood staring as Dom came into the room.  In one hand he carried two glasses and in the other a bottle of wine.  But the real attention getter, aside from the obvious, was a big red bow tied around his midsection.  "Bit nippy for your birthday suit, isn't it?" Billy finally managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom only grinned.  "Happy Anniversary, Bills," he spoke as he crossed the room, wrapped his arms around Billy and kissed his tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm impressed.  You remembered," Billy teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could I forget?  Been buggering you for two years now," Dom said pressing his hips against Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom laughed softly.  "Never mind that.  I just want you to open your present," Dom purred, nuzzling against Billy. Dom's eyes were dark and the hint of eyeliner made Billy's stomach flip flop as he took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:23137</id>
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    <title>Bored...So Very Bored</title>
    <published>2006-06-17T00:06:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-17T00:06:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's Friday!  And what have I done with my day?  Nothing productive.  lol  I slept late.  Wait!  I did go to the store.  Does that count?  Other than that I've fixed a bite to eat and been rp'ing.  My rp buddy just signed off saying she didn't feel well.  And now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a family reunion tomorrow that I'm not really looking forward to.  I will be happy to see my family, but I will hate having to say at least a dozen times that I'm out of work because the center I worked at closed.  Plus it's going to be hella hot tomorrow and I hate being out in muggy hot weather.  Plus the reunion is over two hours away and ugh, being in the car that long sucks.  All right, all right, I'll stop complaining.  Maybe.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working on a couple stories for 100_situations.  Hopefully I'll have at least one of them posted by the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for someone to rp Billy/Dom with.  *gives hopeful puppy dog eyes*  Any takers?  :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:23035</id>
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    <title>Mr. Clean Would Be Proud...</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T19:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T19:56:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The birds chirping outside my window</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Seriously there are a ton of things I could be doing right now, but obviously I'm choosing to ignore them for the time being.  They'll still be there in an hour.  Or two or three.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until 4:30 in the morning last night cleaning my room.  (The hour I spent making a 'Lost' collage doesn't count. hehe) I'm doing the hard core spring cleaning.  But seeing as I have so much shit, I feel like I'm never going to get done.  It seems like the more I throw away, the more shit I find.  It's like it just keeps accumlating.  I fee like I'll never get done.  I really hate being a pack rat sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the phone bill paid yesterday and all the laundry done!  Woohoo!  Must have my Internet connection if nothing else.  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful sunnny day out.  Maybe I'll go for a walk a bit later.  I miss my friends.  Sigh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:22591</id>
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    <title>Shooting Livien</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T01:13:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T01:13:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shooting Livien arrived today!!  I must say I was rather impressed with the movie.  I had no real expectations other than the fact that Dom was in it and well, I'll watch just about anything with him in it.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom was fantastic!  Jason Behr wonderful.  The story very, very Beatle-esque, but a fascinating and strange.  I am so pleased I bought it.  I will definitely watch it again.  Unlike a certain Dom movie I bought which shall remain nameless.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, why is there no Owen/Livien slash??!!  Come on people!  Anyone know if there is any around?  If you do please drop a line.  Thanks!</content>
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    <title>Table Prompt - 100_situations</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T23:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T02:25:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ever the glutton for punishment here is my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="2" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tired&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Backalley&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunrise&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Late&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Son&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hot&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friend&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Floor&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cheat&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Think&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Disgust&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shelter&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Borrow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chair&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Alter&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Peace&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Beach&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;True&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Crazy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Love&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;New&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Beggar&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;False&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Happy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cancer&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pickpocket&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Reverse&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Deliver&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Arrival&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fall&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Knife&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Torn&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Danger&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Neutral&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mate&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fly&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Loud&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Touch&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Seek&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Argue&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Work&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Nut&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stuck&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Animal&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pray&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kill&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Light&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cold&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Affair&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;051.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Restaurant&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;052.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Movie&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;053.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wait&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;054.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Patient&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;055.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Crime&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;056.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Choke&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;057.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fever&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;058.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Summer (DONE)&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;059.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eat&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;060.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thirst&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;061.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chance&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;062.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Appear&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;063.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Whisper&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;064.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Day&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;065.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Scream&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;066.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fail&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;067.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Confused&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;068.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smile&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;069.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Come&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;070.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Alone&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;071.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fast&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;072.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Slow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;073.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Return&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;074.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fire&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;075.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Positive&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;076.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Baby&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;077.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Upset&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;078.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kitchen (DONE)&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;079.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Winter (DONE)&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;080.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ignorant&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;081.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fool&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;082.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Afraid&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;083.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Prison&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;084.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sex&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;085.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hate&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;086.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Alarm&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;087.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Genius&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;088.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Negative&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;089.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Flood&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;090.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bomb&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;091.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hospital&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;092.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Trap&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;093.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Celebrate&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;094.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Old&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;095.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Disappear&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;096.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;097.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;098.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;099.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;100.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:22074</id>
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    <title>Billy!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T02:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T02:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OMG!  Report and pics of Billy and his bands performance in Scotland tonight.  *SQUEE*  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking you to the goods which come via &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_maiaj' lj:user='maiaj' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://maiaj.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://maiaj.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;maiaj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maiaj.livejournal.com/182051.html"&gt;This way to the Billy goodness&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:21794</id>
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    <title>Is It Friday Already?!</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T22:43:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T22:43:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Fall To Pieces - Patsy Cline</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's amazing how quickly one can fall back into old habits.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister came over Wednesday with Amelia and my nephew and niece in tow.  It was good to see them all.  Amelia is getting so big.  She's just so stinkin' cute!  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some job searching over the past couple of days even though I said I was going to take a week off.  Sort of like a vacation just to relax before I hit the bricks so to speak.  Anyway, I came across an ad for the postal office in the next city that is hiring.  Did you know that a postal worker makes about $57, 000 in their first year?!!  I can't believe that!  I had no idea they made that much.  I think I may check into and see exactly what positions they are hiring for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started a new Billy/Dom fic that I am totally psyched about!  Wheeeeeeee!  I love it when inspiration hits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I'm off, but before I go a wee pic spam of my niece Amelia.  These were all taken last week.  Isn't she a doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Ameliapike11weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/20ameliababyinthehood11weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/AmeliainpinkPike11weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/21amelialpink1weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/15Amelia11weeks012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/19Ameliapike11weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/18ameliapike11weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/17ameliaoveralls11weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:21551</id>
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    <title>Meme Time</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T23:42:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T23:42:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;List up to ten (10) things you want to say to ten (10) different people. Do not state who these people are. Do not confirm or deny any 'comment speculation.' Tag five (5) people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love and care about you, but I worry that you'll never have a life.  You're 31, haven't had a job in ten years and rely on your mom for everything.  You are smart and creative, but have the lowest self esteem of anyone I have ever known.  I know you're scared, but you've got to take that step sometime or you'll wake up one day alone, with nothing and no one.  Sometimes I want to yell at you to wake up and get the fuck over your fears.  You cannot let them rule you as they have your entire life.  I'm really afraid for what the future holds for you a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.  Half of the time I wish I had never met you.  You've brought me such joy and pain.  I hate the games you play, the way you disappear, the lies and sob stories you tell me.  The truth is I don't believe most of what you tell me.  But I put up with your shit because I care about you.  You're smart, talented and mental...literally.  I think you have mental issues as well as others that you have never told me about.  But I still love you and can't stop thinking about you.  I think I verge on the point of being obsessed with you at times.  I can't forget the pain you've caused me, but I always take you back only to be shit on time and time again.  I wish I could just let you go, cut all ties and walk away.  But I know that will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love you like a sister and I'm so glad we're friends.  You accept me as I am.  You are kind, sweet and always there for me.  I love you so much and thank God everyday for our friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still think about you from time to time and wonder how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are a sweetie and have always been kind to me.  I'm sorry we have drifted apart, but know you are always in my thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm sorry I don't talk to you as much as we used to, but the truth is you ramble on too much about yourself and your life a lot of the time and are domineering in conversations at time.  You act like you're better than others and that is annoying.  I know in my heart you don't feel this way, but it comes off that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You annoy me at times and yet I like you.  Sometimes I think you play the same card you play with ML with me.  Sometimes I think you try to hard to act like rp is not as important to you as it really is.  Sometimes I think you ignore me on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't like how you won't let me get close to you.  I try, but it seems just won't let me and I can't understand why.  I love to rp with you, but hate how you fail to capture/play Billy's humerous and funny side.  You've got the sweet/caring, sexual and angry side of him down.  I just wish you'd play up his humerous side as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sometimes I wonder if you're really not around as much as you claim you're not.  I see you online and sign off line yet you never say a word to me despite me leaving you messages and such.  I wish you had more time...for everything.  But I guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I often wonder why we are still "friends" after all these years.  It's not like it was in the beginning.  I still love talking to you.  You never fail to make me laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging anyone who feels like doing this.</content>
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    <title>Brutally Honest Meme</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T15:26:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T15:26:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All right.  I'll do this.  Not that I really expect mcuh, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be honest.  That's all one can do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sweetheart78:21012</id>
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    <title>Billy &amp; Dom Pic Spam</title>
    <published>2006-06-04T18:12:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-04T18:12:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A pic spam of the boys, Dom and Billy.  Some of these are new to me.  Enjoy the pretty.  :) 25+ pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/54Domlotrpremiere.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/53Domlotrpremiere.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/4DomROTKpremiere.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/42Domcheekysmile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/40DomMexicoS2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/39DomMexicoS2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/34DomLostSet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/30Domhat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/46DomKimmelApril2005backlot3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption for the next four pics said they were taken on the back lot of the Jimmy Kimmel show in April 2005.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/45DomKimmelApril2005backlot2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/44DomKimmelApril2005backlot.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/25Domonphone.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/22DomsunglassesA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/82Billycheeseysmile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/71Billygreenshirt.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/70Billycutesmile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/69BillyLondonExpo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/66BillyIConautograph.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/65BillyNZrotk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/63BillyBerlinrotkpremiere.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/59Billyrotknzpremiereblack.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/68Billyyellowjacket.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/73Billyautographgreenpen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/80Billyblackshirtandjacket.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/78Billysuitautographnew.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y36/bluewriter/Newish_Pics/83Billysuitredcarpet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Summary</title>
    <published>2006-06-03T01:52:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-03T01:52:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do authors not put a summary with their fics?  It's seriously annoying as hell!  I can't for the life of me figure out why they don't bother putting one with it.  It seems this is becoming more and more common.  Personally I don't read fics that don't have a summary.  Even if it is MonaBoyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on folks, it only takes a wee bit of effort to write a summary.  Just because it pairs Billy/Dom, Orli/Viggo, Dom/Lij or whoever doesn't tell me what the story is actually about.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Saying Goodbye...</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T18:37:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T18:37:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And so the journey ends.  Today was the last day for center.  I had mixed emotions.  On one hand I am sad to leave the kids and teachers.  I will especially miss Brandy and Stephanie.  I had a hard time not crying when Brandy hugged me and was saying goodbye.  She is a wonderful person.  Very kind, sweet and down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I was ready for things to be over, ready to move on, ready to get out of there.  Seems odd in a way that I have such mixed emotions, but that's the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids all kept hugging me which was sweet and touching.  It's still hard to believe it's over.  Shannon one of the mom's got us all beautiful flower baskets and Jeanette another mom got us all roses in a vase.  Many kind words and hugs abounded.  I will miss everyone.</content>
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    <title>Story Time</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T02:09:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-02T02:09:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My niece called me this evening and said she wrote a story in school that she wanted to read to me.  I got the biggest grin on my face when she said that because I knew immediately what the story was about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since she was just a wee thing I have always made up stories and told them to her.  She absolultely love is it and still does.  She's seven now and in first grade.  Anyway, two recurring characters I've made multiple stories up about are two little dragons named Dragoon and Dragone.  She always wants to hear a story about them.  Sure enough her story was about them.  She was so excited and so proud of the story she made up about them.  I fully admit I teared up and my heart was just bursting as she read to me.  She said her teacher "loved" the story.  *g*  She is just the sweetest and I love her sooooooo much!!  She told me that next time she saw me she was going to give the story to me.  How adorable is that?  That made me even more teary and proud.  Guess whose going to frame that story?  :)</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Almost There...</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T00:43:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T00:43:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Long day at work and tomorrow will be even longer.  It's graduation and there are a total of fifty guests coming for it.  All the families were invited seeing as we are closing.  The ceremony is being catered and there's going to be some big slide presentation.  I wish I could say I was excited about all this, but to be honest I'm not.  It just means we're another day closer to closing on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blah.  I don't think I'll watch Lost tonight.  I don't want to work on any of my fics though I really need to.  I'd like to rp, but the two people I want to do so with are no where in sight.</content>
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    <title>Thank You!!</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T00:29:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T00:29:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A big thank you to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_sanguinepen' lj:user='sanguinepen' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://sanguinepen.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://sanguinepen.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanguinepen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the two month paid account.  That was so kind and generous of you and I haven't the words to thank you enough.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Kate rocks!  *g*</content>
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    <title>Laughter</title>
    <published>2006-05-28T19:42:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-28T19:42:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"I believe I can ffffffffffffffllllyyyy!....You All Everybody!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jenn.  I so needed a good laugh.  I love you girl.  :)</content>
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    <title>STFU</title>
    <published>2006-05-27T00:37:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-27T00:37:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I think it's all fucking bull shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need me I'll be writing.  That's right, you don't.</content>
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    <title>LOST!!!</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T04:43:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T04:43:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jumbled Lost thoughts as my head now hurts and is exploding with questions and theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond...was so glad to see him back.  Okay, so he's hot.  I admit it.  *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby and Desmond.  I love how they are intertwining all the characters before they got on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look Jack gave Kate and then when she blinked at him before the others carted them away.  What the hell did that mean?  My theory he actually told Kate about it all being a set up before they left camp and they came up with some kind of plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?  The doors the two armed guards were guarding in the others camp had nothing behind it, but a wall??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry...I still can't stand the weasel!  You are *not* the good guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, you fucked up.  I know why you did it, but damn, you betrayed your friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else actually think Michael and Walt won't get very far in that boat?  I kept waiting for it to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hatch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going to happen to Locke and Eko????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, thank you for not killing off Charlie.  My heart was pounding and I was screaming at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire/Charlie kiss...o_O but Oh so sweet.  Don't fuck it up either of you.  Of course no one can be happy on that island for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a given that Penny has been looking for Desmond all this time and the way I figure she's hired these two guys to track him down. I'm assuming they did it through some tracking device or something that was on the 'Elizabeth' boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Collin said to Desmond he'd been shaving everyday for over two years and then when Desmond followed him and saw the boat Collin said he almost had it fixed, that Desmond banged it up good. I'm assuming Desmond worked on finishing up fixing the boat (obviously if he was found sailing on it) and when he did that's the signal the two men picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurley...wish you had laid into Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Hurley, remember in the first season when he said to Walt "Back home I'm known as something of a warrior"?  Well, I do and can't help, but think that statement will now factor in during the third season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think Desmond caused the plane to crash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.  Will write more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I can't wait for September!!</content>
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    <title>I Did My Share...</title>
    <published>2006-05-23T21:58:14Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am seriously slacking off at work.  Hell, we all are.  Right now we are just mainting.  There's nothing really left to do other than the normal everyday routine.  So I was not expecting my boss to come running up to my car today as I was pulling out the parking lot asking me if I'd finished all of the evaluations for the kids because they were supposed to go home Monday.  CRAP!!!  I completely forgot about finishing them.  So tomorrow morning I have to get the comments written on them and put them in their cubbies.  Somehow I have a feeling K.B. asked about them.  Don't ask me why.  It's just a very strong feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only seven more work days left.  Sigh.</content>
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