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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 05:05:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>And aside from that feeling. that frame of mind that i&apos;m trying desperately to cling to..&lt;br /&gt;i am so fucking sad.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 21:54:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this is new.&lt;br /&gt;and i&apos;m so excitedly relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;and that feels lovely.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 07:29:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I was just thinking about the way it feels to wake up with a body draped over me. the hot breath in the curve of my neck, the arm warm across my chest. how much i love the weight of a leg across my thighs. how much i have relished those few lucid moment in the night, my senses so perked and clouded together - i can hear the darkness and practically smell my bedpartner&apos;s dreams. recognizing the feelings i had in the last moments before drifting away, and succumbing to the power of the sheer pleasure of it all - slipping away again....</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 08:26:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>enjoyed my day. enjoyed work tonight. &lt;br /&gt;did Not enjoy going to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;i just didn&apos;t feel it. i couldn&apos;t feel anyone there. a pushy, giggling crowd was not for me in my sober, less than ecstatic state. &lt;br /&gt;christmas starts tomorrow evening. &lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;screeeeew this business.&lt;br /&gt;ps. rae - definitely want to see you when you&apos;re here. my heart jumped a little when you said that you&apos;re coming..</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 23:07:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So i&apos;m pretty much the grossest shit on earth right now. &lt;br /&gt;my skin is dry, my psoriosis is back, i&apos;ve lost so much of my muscle mass - my weight hasn&apos;t changed a whole lot, and neither has my dress size. but goddamnit, i Look different. i know that i need to get more excersise. but this whole winter thing.. and working the hours i&apos;m working...my skin&apos;s breaking out, i&apos;m not sleeping as well (because i&apos;m not getting enough excersise i&apos;m sure..), and i dont&apos; feel good in anything i wear.&lt;br /&gt;this Must. end.&lt;br /&gt;i repeat Must. &lt;br /&gt;my wellbeing. my peace of mind. depend on it.&lt;br /&gt;i just don&apos;t know what to do. the hours i&apos;m working leave me tired at the end of the day, but i haven&apos;t done anything really physical..and i could try the just not eating/throwing it up thing again...but i hate making excuses, and should really be beyond those thoughts by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate looking in the mirror and not saying &apos;yeah. i&apos;d fuck me.&apos;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate complaining about it. i want to just Take Care of It. &lt;br /&gt;but i don&apos;t know how to do it. the &apos;right&apos; way. in the cold. summer is easy. summer is endless walking, playing, and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;winter is fat. and tired. &lt;br /&gt;as am i.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 10:49:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i can make you comfortable&lt;br /&gt;if you can make me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;and i would make you feel at home&lt;br /&gt;if you could take my mind away</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 06:32:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this kind of motivation is only going to last so long, and i know it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 06:02:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>nothingyoudon&apos;tknow.</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 02:17:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m sitting here with my jacket still on from coming home from work. barely alone and already craving contact. &lt;br /&gt;tears brewing behind my eyes - and only the touch of someone close would bring them to surface. the connection - transferral of energy through a simple Touch.. would bring me just enough relief to let a tear slide down into my contented lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve spent a great deal of time alone recently - my off days from work have been mostly spent shopping, baking, and cleaning; tasks which have kept me content until today. &lt;br /&gt;today i feel..alone. today i feel as though all i Have is cleaning. baking for the people i care for. keeping a happy home for the roomie and i. &lt;br /&gt;and it&apos;s not that those things aren&apos;t making me happy anymore. &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s just not.. enough, today. &lt;br /&gt;today i was someone to share this with. i want someone to want to share this with me. i want someone i want to want to share this with me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 02:25:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>having one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely days.&lt;br /&gt;ugly days.&lt;br /&gt;helpless days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever days.&lt;br /&gt;never days.&lt;br /&gt;could never, would never, whatever days.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 07:39:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weakspot.ilovemyweakspot.</title>
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  <description>i &lt;br /&gt;don&apos;t even know where to start right now. my current emotions conflict with those of my every day - which makes it somewhat difficult to do what i usually do here. &lt;br /&gt;which isn&apos;t such a bad thing, i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;we celebrated dad&apos;s 50th yesterday, and today. what an amazing man. . . i don&apos;t think i could have..been born to a better father. have a better man to look up to in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know what i&apos;ll do without him, when it comes to that. i honestly don&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m entirely addicted to facebook. &lt;br /&gt;living at my dads has been nice, but i can&apos;t wait to have Home again. &lt;br /&gt;my hair is longer than it has been in Years.&lt;br /&gt;one of my regular customers at the bar brought me music, which i am currently listening to. and Loving. &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s 140am and i&apos;m really not sleepy, but considering lying in bed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the end.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:26:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>lisa. your words are always so uplifting to me. i don&apos;t know if you knew that - but you always make me feel hopeful about whatever situations i find myself in. it means so much to me to hear you say that you&apos;re proud, and happy for me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 22:08:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>most of the time..</title>
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  <description>i feel like i&apos;m falling apart right in front of everyone&apos;s eyes and nobody sees it and nobody wants to know, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and every day, and every little thing tears off a little piece. and every one i meet takes a little more. and somehow i can&apos;t replenish. somehow i&apos;m not getting enough to keep on putting out. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like i&apos;m getting old. like my soul is. wearing out...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 21:52:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>alex.&lt;br /&gt;i really fucking miss you today.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 06:20:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>y&apos;know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the only one who is going to make me feel better about myself. i am the only one who can make me feel irreplacable. &lt;br /&gt;i feel so fucking cheesy writing that..some kind of mantra to self-wellness. i know that it&apos;s true...but it also seems so farfetched.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 01:54:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m doing a bit better. i feel like something inside me is sleeping - that something being my zest; my spunk. i don&apos;t feel excited about being me now..and it&apos;s really hard to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;but i&apos;m functioning. and i&apos;m not miserable. &lt;br /&gt;i guess maybe i just need something to make me feel special.indisposable.irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;know what i mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that not all of my hum-drum-ness is due to this ordeal with jenny. i felt the drop coming a while ago - it&apos;s how i am, in a way. very very up for a while, and then plateau, or sink for another little while... it sucks. and i don&apos;t know if it&apos;s normal, or right. but it&apos;s how i&apos;ve been for a long time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;cest la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today? a decent day. good times with mum - maaike had a bbq at her school, so we did that for lunch. went out for supper with her, arvid and the kids. and then a bit of dress shopping with mum. feeling like part o the family, as well as someone my mum doesn&apos;t mind spending time with..even if she doesn&apos;t Really know who i am, who i ever have been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that&apos;s a different can o worms all together.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 15:49:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>see..part of the problem..is that you made me feel like a hot commodity. &lt;br /&gt;something i had never experienced before. &lt;br /&gt;What? &lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel attractive, funny...WorthWhile? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then as suddenly - i felt so plain.so fucking&lt;br /&gt;disposable.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 15:21:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>there are so many ways to look at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing it: i&apos;m lacking somewhere. god knows in the area of esthetics i don&apos;t compare. somehow. i just don&apos;t. meet. standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin up: she&apos;s without. you could&apos;ve shown her so much. there&apos;s nothing Wrong With You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any light - i&apos;m a li&apos;l busted up right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel misunderstood. i feel misinterpreted.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like there was. no. point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i feel like i&apos;m going to be right as rain in no time....i feel silly for waiting so long to open my heart...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 02:18:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>okay. so she&apos;s back. and i&apos;m super glad. like. . you should&apos;ve seen me when she surprised me at the bar - appearing out of nowhere with a hugattack..the shock almost rendered me kneeless, causing me to collapse onto the floor in a puddle of excited gooeyness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can&apos;t shake the feeling like there&apos;s something..that i don&apos;t know about. something that Everyone knows that i don&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m constantly getting sympathy eyes from cassie. and elysia looks at me differently as well. as if she&apos;s wondering something..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i cried last night. silently while you rested on my tummy, tears sliding sideways into my ears... i stroked your hair and wished so fucking hard that you were where you wanted to be. that holding me like that was exactly what you wanted to be doing - exactly who you wanted to be holding.  and i&apos;m not convinced that you were. or that it was. or that i am.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:02:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so, i&apos;ve been thinkin&apos; for a little while that i&apos;d really like to write an entry here...but i&apos;ve had no idea where to start. my mind has been so muddled - and my days so full...&lt;br /&gt;and now i&apos;m drawing an absolute blank.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 02:33:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 00:25:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>big day... &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve felt so motivated since Ontario. so Able. walked to the Italian market today to purchase special wafers, and raspberry syrup for the dessert i want to make tonight. (i&apos;m wingin&apos; it, and only hope that it works out according to the vision in my mind.) i have felt.. creative. productive. motivated....all day. &lt;br /&gt;love it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 22:23:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m feeling. much better now. &lt;br /&gt;not Actually better. but capable of dealing with the crappiness. i did some laundry and got caught up playing dressup after putting it all away. hey - i had an idea! it&apos;s friggin 80&apos;s, friggin tight, and i love it like crazy. so tori&apos;s on her way over and we&apos;re going to go for a bit of a walk - cuz&apos; i need to go out in this,but cannot go alone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m looking forward to this evening - monday = heroes! &lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t help but be uber glad i took the day off - i know i should be resting like crazy, but i think that just a day of putzing will do almost as much good. not to mention the sunshine. and excuses. haha. &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s 420. to blaze or not to blaze? nah. ii can wait.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. must cut these nails....ick.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 18:00:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am Some kind of pathetic right now - i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;(also stupid. i don&apos;t leave for ontario until thursday. i&apos;ll get That out of the way now...)&lt;br /&gt;currently sitting in my bra - glysomed on my shoulder, pain-killers taken, cup o&apos; water beside me and a little bowl o&apos; weed. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve called in sick to work, and do not plan on any strenuous activity today beyond taking care of my laundry this afternoon. which will be a tough one, as i can barely move my left shoulder for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m sure i drove her crazy last night in my sleep. there&apos;s no way i can be this ill, and not make a  miserable bedpartner. she was so sweet though. the way she gently slid out of bed, doing her best not to wake me. her beautiful voice coaxing me back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;i think the pain killers have made me a bit high. &lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s comin&apos; up on noon. my apartment is a freakin disaster but i just.. can&apos;t muster the stuff to take care of it.the thought of going out in public makes me cringe - though the sun looks lovely and warm..and i&apos;m sure it Would be good for me to get some direct sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i could write right now. so many thoughts i could purge - scattered and only half coherant. &lt;br /&gt;instead, i think i shall try to accomplish Something.</description>
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  <description>mmm. &lt;br /&gt;busy-ass days, i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;today: rose early with miss jenny to go to the farmer&apos;s market. worked at noon, off at six.clean the kitchen. bar tonight. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: breakfast at mums at 930am. work at noon, off at six. must get to dads in the evening to do laundry. &lt;br /&gt;monday: work at noon, off at six. pack for ontario&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: plane departs at 630am. &lt;br /&gt;and the few things on my mind? &lt;br /&gt;-getting everything done.&lt;br /&gt;-soaking up as much of jenny as i possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;yep. &lt;br /&gt;gosh she&apos;s lovely.</description>
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