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  <title>The Life of Diana</title>
  <subtitle>Updates &amp; Outlooks</subtitle>
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    <email>wolfwoman86@yahoo.com</email>
    <name>Diana L. Roberts</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-13T03:44:28Z</updated>
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    <title>Moved.</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T19:08:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T03:44:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This journal has moved to &lt;a href="http://www.dreamsofstone.com/"&gt;http://www.dreamsofstone.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So change your bookmarks.</content>
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    <title>.// Paint me a Dream</title>
    <published>2006-04-26T01:45:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-26T01:45:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Marital Status]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question1" value="%5BMarital+Status%5D"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type1" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Shoe size]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.5 Women's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question2" value="%5BShoe+size%5D"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type2" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Parents still together]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question3" value="%5BParents+still+together%5D"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type3" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Siblings]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shawn - M -14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question4" value="%5BSiblings%5D"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type4" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Pets]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Cats - Scooter and Shindler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question5" value="%5BPets%5D"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type5" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question6" value="FAVORITES"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type6" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Color]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question7" value="%5BColor%5D"&gt;&lt;input 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name="question11" value="%5BSoda%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type11" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Book] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question12" value="%5BBook%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type12" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Flower] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question13" value="%5BFlower%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type13" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DO YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question14" value="DO+YOU"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type14" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Color your hair?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Occsionally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question15" value="%5BColor+your+hair%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type15" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Twirl your hair?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question16" value="%5BTwirl+your+hair%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type16" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Have tattoos?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question17" value="%5BHave+tattoos%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type17" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Have Piercings?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes - 1 in Each Ear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question18" value="%5BHave+Piercings%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type18" 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type="hidden" name="type25" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Own a web cam?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question26" value="%5BOwn+a+web+cam%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type26" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Know how to drive?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question27" value="%5BKnow+how+to+drive%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type27" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Own a cell phone?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question28" value="%5BOwn+a+cell+phone%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type28" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Ever get off the damn computer?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question29" value="%5BEver+get+off+the+damn+computer%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type29" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAVE U EVER &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question30" value="HAVE+U+EVER+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type30" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Been in a fist fight?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question31" value="%5BBeen+in+a+fist+fight%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type31" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Considered a life of crime?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question32" value="%5BConsidered+a+life+of+crime%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type32" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Considered being a hooker?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question33" value="%5BConsidered+being+a+hooker%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type33" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Lied to someone?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question34" value="%5BLied+to+someone%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type34" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Been in love?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question35" value="%5BBeen+in+love%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type35" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Made out with JUST a friend?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Been cheated on?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question40" value="%5BBeen+cheated+on%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type40" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Kicked someone in the nuts?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question41" value="%5BKicked+someone+in+the+nuts%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type41" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Stolen anything?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question42" value="%5BStolen+anything%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type42" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Held a gun] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question43" value="%5BHeld+a+gun%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type43" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CURRENTS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question44" value="CURRENTS+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type44" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Current clothing] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T-Shirt and Jeans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question45" value="%5BCurrent+clothing%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type45" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Current mood] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Content&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question46" value="%5BCurrent+mood%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type46" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td 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name="question50" value="%5BCurrent+thing+I+ought+to+be+doing%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type50" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Current cd in stereo] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 Seconds to Mars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question51" value="%5BCurrent+cd+in+stereo%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type51" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Last book you read] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HTML, CSS, XHTML Programming (Currently Reading: The Fabric of the Cosmos)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question52" value="%5BLast+book+you+read%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type52" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Last movie you saw] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Human Trafficking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question53" value="%5BLast+movie+you+saw%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type53" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Last thing you ate] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boston Cream Pie Cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question54" value="%5BLast+thing+you+ate%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type54" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gramma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question55" value="%5BLast+person+you+talked+to+on+the+phone%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type55" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Do drugs?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question56" value="%5BDo+drugs%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type56" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not sure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question57" value="%5BBelieve+there+is+life+on+other+planets%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type57" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Remember your first love?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question58" value="Remember+your+first+love%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type58" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Still love him/her?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question59" value="%5BStill+love+him%2Fher%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type59" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Read the newspaper?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question60" value="%5BRead+the+newspaper%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type60" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question61" value="%5BHave+any+gay+or+lesbian+friends%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type61" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Believe in miracles?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question62" value="%5BBelieve+in+miracles%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type62" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Do well in school?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question63" value="%5BDo+well+in+school%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type63" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Wear hats] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question64" value="%5BWear+hats%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type64" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Hate yourself?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question65" value="%5BHate+yourself%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type65" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Have an obsession?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probably&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question66" value="%5BHave+an+obsession%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type66" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Collect anything?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question68" value="%5BCollect+anything%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type68" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Have a best friend?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question69" value="%5BHave+a+best+friend%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type69" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Close friends?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question70" value="%5BClose+friends%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type70" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Like your handwriting?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question71" value="%5BLike+your+handwriting%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type71" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Care about looks] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question72" value="%5BCare+about+looks%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type72" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE LIFE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question73" value="LOVE+LIFE"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type73" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[First crush] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timmy &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question74" value="%5BFirst+crush%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type74" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[First kiss] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question75" value="%5BFirst+kiss%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type75" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Do you believe in love at first sight?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question76" value="%5BDo+you+believe+in+love+at+first+sight%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type76" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Do you believe in "the one?"] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question77" value="%5BDo+you+believe+in+%5C%22the+one%3F%5C%22%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type77" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Are you a tease?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question78" value="%5BAre+you+a+tease%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type78" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Too shy to make the first move?] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question79" value="%5BToo+shy+to+make+the+first+move%3F%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type79" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ARE U A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question80" value="ARE+U+A"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type80" value="2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Daydreamer] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question81" value="%5BDaydreamer%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type81" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt; [Bitch/Asshole] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To some&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question82" value="+%5BBitch%2FAsshole%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type82" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[sarcastic] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question83" value="%5Bsarcastic%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type83" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Angel] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question84" value="%5BAngel%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type84" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Devil] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question85" value="%5BDevil%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type85" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Shy] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probably&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question86" value="%5BShy%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type86" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;[Talkative] &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="question87" value="%5BTalkative%5D+"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="type87" value="1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:35338</id>
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    <title>Fucking Bi-Polar Woman</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T01:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T01:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so, before I got to work things were pretty much total chaos. When I
got to work things started looking up. No rude customers, no morons
asking me the price of something when it's clearly marked on the
package, nothing. Just a normal day of stocking, thank God. I only
worked until 11:30 am today, so it was a nice, short day and I
enjoyed... well... most of it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well, this lady comes in at about 10:00 to 10:30 or somewhere around in
there and asks me if we do gift wrapping. I tell her no, we don't. She
proceeds to start begging me to wrap some stupid baby shower gifts of
hers, because she said she couldn't wrap them herself, which I find
hard to believe. So, I asked Christine, my manager, if we did gift
wrapping, hoping the lady would hear her and go away. She said no, I
told the lady no again, she continued begging.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I asked Christine if, since this lady was begging, I could help her
anyway. Well, this made Christine come out of the Manager's office,
thank the Lord. She's good at telling people to go fuck off - something
I don't like doing, because I don't like making people mad at me. Well,
this lady continues begging and arguing and pleading and offering
money. Christine finally gets pissed off enough to tell me just to wrap
the stupid gifts.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But if another customer came by, I'd have to get them first, because we
don't do gift wrapping and we're only doing it to make this lady go
away, so this is our time she's pretty much wasting when it could be
spent stocking, which we really needed to get done. I wrapped the two
gifts she had, and then had to take care of a customer whom wanted to
purchase a couple of items. So I did, the lady went to get a bag, and
brought it back to put the baby shower gifts in. Not a problem right? I
rang her up and she paid with a $5.00 bill (her total was $3.22).&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well, I went to give her the change I owed her, which she responded
with pushing it and a bunch of other change back my way insisting I
take it for the time I wasted on her to wrap her gifts. Well, I tried
explaining to her that I couldn't take it or I'd end up getting in
trouble. She didn't quite understand it, and when she did she asked for
her $5.00 bill back and was going to give me the $3.22, to which I told
her I couldn't make change. Because I can't because it's a company
policy. I explained that to her at least five to ten times.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
She was kind of upset, but eventually quit asking about it. Quick
change artist there. I handled that one ok, and I was kind of proud.
She eventually got to the point, right before she quit, to where I was
about to ask Christine to return. But the lady stopped, so I didn't
have to further annoy my manager.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
So then, I was about to go back to helping this lady do whatever it was
she wanted me to do with the rest of her crap, when I noticed another
customer had just come up. So I kindly tried telling this lady to hold
on a moment so I could get this other lady. She starts getting upset
because, after all, she's a customer too. I told her I realized that,
but I was told by my manager that since we were doing this on our own
spare time, I had to take care of the other customers first. She starts
in with complaining that she is also a customer, and when she realizes
I'm not going to give into her and instead I'm going to follow what my
manager told me to do (after all, I fought to keep my job, I'm not
going to lose it over some bitch who thinks I should be wrapping her
gifts when we don't do gift wrapping), she starts telling me how rude I
am.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'm like, well sorry I have to follow what my manager tells me to do.
So she starts screaming at me and calling me names and telling me I'm
just so rude and she started bawling. Then she tries the "well, it's
before Christmas and I'm crying in your store" guilt trip bullshit.
I've had to deal with so many guilt trips over the course of nearly 20
years, that I don't care anymore. Most guilt trips, don't work with me
because I'm far too used to the games.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
So anyway, she gets all pissed off, tries to gather everything in her
arms, loses it all about 20 times, eventually moves everything to a
bunch of boxes while this lady behind her is rolling her eyes at her
the entire time. It was pretty comical. I mean, everyone else seemed to
get it but this lady. And everyone thought it was stupid and rediculous
what she was doing. So I got to this other lady, while Bi-Polar Woman
(as I'll call her because I have no clue what her real name is) keeps
screaming at me.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well, this eventually catches the attention of Christine, who comes out
of the office and is like "Ok, what the hell is going on?" The Bi-Polar
Woman then proceeds to scream at Christine, whom in turn, tells the
woman she can gather her things and leave because she's upsetting the
employees and the customers. She then starts to scream at Christine
about how I told the lady she needs to get the hell out. Which I found
funny because that's pretty much what Christine told the woman to do,
not me. She goes on and on and Christine's like, um Diana didn't say
that ma'am.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I could hear every word she said and she politely asked you to hold on
for a moment while she took care of another customer. The lady insisted
I told her to get the hell out. Well, the lady insists Christine give
her our names because she was going to report us to the authorities or
some crap like that. It was pretty funny. Well, the lady eventually
left and everyone was talking about her and making fun of her and crap.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Me, I tried to stay out of it only because I was one of the two main
people that had to deal with it and I was trying to re-gather myself.
This one guy was buying a card and was like "Can you gift wrap it for
me?" And I really wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up and get out,
but I didn't. Christine would have fired me for that. So instead I just
smiled.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I got major kudos for being so polite and calm from Christine and a
number of customers whom wittnessed the entire scene. Wow that was
irritating. XD&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Akala Lost Her Job</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T19:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T23:19:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, that's right. I was fired today. Here's what happened;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 7:00 am, originally to get ready for work and then Martin and his mom inform me I need to stay home because he's super sick and Martin's mom needs to go teach because she's a teacher and all that jazz. Well, after about 50 minutes of arguing, I finally give in and Mrs. W leaves to go to work. I knew I'd get fired for missing today and I told them that and they kept saying on oh how she can't do that. I knew better because I know Christine and her temper. Well, apparently everyone's been talking about the other AM person, Stacy, having this week off (which I knew nothing about) and Christine's like "Well, everyone's only been talking about it all week," and I'm thinking ok, well then obviously no one said anything directly to me, because I don't go listening to other people's conversations (not that I'd have the time to, and not that would I really care what everyone else was talking about). Well, she's known since the interview that I had a (then 2 months old) daughter (whom is going to be 4 months December 4th), and I've tried explaining to her in at least 50 different ways since the interview that the only people I have are Martin, his mom and Kira. Well, she insists I need to be there or it's my job. And I said fine, obviously it's going to have to be the job, because there's nothing else I can do. I mean, so what she was informing me I was going to do was leave Kira at home, starving and in a dirty diaper all day long, because no one can take care of her. I'd be gone, Mrs. W is gone, and Martin is truthfully too sick to do it. Well, she left me with "Diana, your work ethics are questionable." Why? Because I refuse to go to jail for neglegance because some wench decides I'm going to work when I really can't? No thanks. I'd rather not have that on my record, not that she'd give a care or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I do. I get upset and call Corporate. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a message on Human Resource's answering machine and the District Manager calls me back some hours later. I talk to him and explain what's going on and he says I have not lost my job, and he will inform Christine of that, but she's supposed to eventually call me back (like hell she will - maybe when she feels damn ready to) and we'll work out something. She's going to be pissed. She also said something about the nerve I had to ask her for Full time. The way I saw it, there was nothing to lose. What's the worst that can happen? She'll say no. Oh well. ^_o? -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my morning. I lost my job and barked up the corporate chain. God I love America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;EDIT&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Paul Murray, the district manager, called Christine whom called me back and was like "Well, I really want to work something out with you..." and I'm thinking "LMFAO yeah, because you have no choice!" So I'm going in tomorrow to listen to her bitch at me for barking up the corporate chain. XDDD! I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Not really. I just need it, that's all and more than that, don't want a "FIRED" on my record.</content>
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    <title>Damn Them</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T03:20:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T03:20:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He can spend time with all of his little fucking buddies, but he can't spend time with either Kira or I unless he's absolutely forced to. How fucking nice. Of course THEY'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIS FUCKING FAMILY. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? DID I THINK HE'D ACTUALLY FUCKING CARE?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY NOT NOW SINCE HE HASN'T SPENT ANY TIME WITH EITHER OF US IN A WEEK OR MORE. Damn him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:34436</id>
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    <title>.what age do you act.</title>
    <published>2005-10-19T23:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-19T23:30:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 33 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>.gmail.</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T02:28:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T02:28:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh and if anyone wants any gmail invites - I've got hundreds. Seriously. Hundreds. PLEASE LEAVE ME YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS/ES SO I CAN SEND YOU AN INVITE OR FIFTY. &amp;lt;3333333333333</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:32684</id>
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    <title>.male ob gyn.</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T18:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T18:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's not a mere paranoia. It's a full blown phobia. I'm convinced. It's so totally unjustfied to all logical ways of thinking. I'm so afraid of any male ob doctor it's not even funny. I'll die before I go see one of those sick fucks. I've noticed the males take the jobs [as far as medical doctors and such] [and forgive my being so very raw, but I don't have to justify myself in my own journal entries] where they can see all the pussy they want, but when it comes to something as simple as mere breats, THEY'RE ALL FEMALE. That's fucking sick. No male should be an ob gyn. Period. It's sick. Just sick. I know why they want those fucking jobs, I'm not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh we scheduled you with doctor Martin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you if you think I'm going in there and letting some other man see my pussy. He's getting his jollies off of tons of other women. I refuse to let him do that to me too. Go fuck yourself. Schedule me with a fucking female or don't bother at all. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:31910</id>
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    <title>.web sites.</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T03:32:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T03:39:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so I put up this really cheesy and stupid web site on Avidgamers. Again. And I get neopet people because I'm bored and decided to advertise this site that'll probably be deleted in not too long of a time. This girl messages me and asks me to co-own hers, after asking how to make one on Avidgamers. Well, this one isn't patient at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL - she messages me every two seconds about everything. I was making ranks for her - OH BTW we're not pups, we're Alphesses. I know that dumbass, be patient, I'm TRYING to do up these ranks and then I'm going to attempt at changing ours. I did up her boards into categories - OH BTW I need actual forums too, oh and can you make my side bar like yours, oh and can you put up pack rules and hierarchy? Yeah, I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I wonder why my patience level is so low in real life, but not on the internet much. Until someone really gets bugging and pushing me about something and it pisses me off. Oh, while I was changing ranks by the way, which I only had TIME to change hers, avidgamers decides to fuck up and not let me on it for another god knows how many hours. And people wonder why I won't have GER on AG. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've also lent out my AG1 site a while ago, but I'll probably be getting that back soon because it seems to be getting more and more inactive all the time. But that's not the point. Even if I do get it back soon, I don't know if I'll actually put anything on it, and only because AGScriptz went down and turned into AcornRack. And people wonder another huge reason why I don't want GER on AG. Now to clear things up, GER is my site. No one else's, and if I don't want something going on with GER, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people think - it's my site. Not theirs. I've got a couple of people bugging the living hell out of me about "I DONT WANT ASTALA AS ALPHA" Fuck you. Fuck you dude. It's my site - if I want Astala to KEEP GER, Astala will keep GER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your decision, now is it? It's mine. Hm, go chew on that for a while and then tell me how reality tates. And just a note; "Because I said so" is not a good enough reason for me. That's a bullshit reason that I won't tolerate nor do I have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Astala going to end up Alpha? Probably. WELL I DONT WANT IT. Fuck you too, it's my site not yours. She was promised Alpha position, you weren't, nor do you have any say over what goes on with GER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even so, did you forget my due date is in about three weeks? It'd be a lot easier if someone else was Alpha after I give birth, because for a couple of weeks I'm probalby going to be doing a lot of sleeping too. Assholes. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;; Anyway, dude I'm doing up 25 fucking boards for this chick. I SO claim rights to them when they're all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not copying a damn thing, which is pretty rare for me anymore. And my creativity level is so low it's not funny. I suppose putting GER on avidgamers wouldn't be a horrible idea, but the fact of the matter is, not only do I need an enormous amount of codes for it that I no longer have, but you can't hardly get anywhere half the time [though the servers HAVE gotten better believe it or not] and plus that, on someone else's site, I wouldn't have the balls to delete people or do what I'd like because I know in the back of my mind it's not my site to do that with. Nor will I be able to control to the fullest extent who is admin and who has what powers. And I don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer my own created site so I know it's mine and can do whatever I want with it. Which is a HUGE reason it's going on Acorn Rack here in a few days when they re-open sign-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THOSE OF YOU WHOM MAY BE OFFENDED OR OTHERWISE UPSET:&lt;/b&gt; Keep in mind I'm pretty much "talking" out of my ass at the moment and just getting crap off of my chest so I don't have to deal with it later and end up blowing up or over-analyzing this even more than I already have. In advance; I'm very sorry.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>.nice family.</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T20:21:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T20:21:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, yesterday I learned more details about my great-uncle Don and his
daughter, Gena. What a nice, clean family I've got. So full of incest
and horrible language. Apparently Don might be going to prison, and he
faces 25-50 years minimum. What did he do, you ask?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Forced his daughter into sexual acts. Apparently, and thank god I don't
know all of the details, he's been doing this with her for quite some
time. And not only with Gena [his biological daughter], but also with
her sisters [still his biological daughters] as well as the daughters
of women he's dated. How revolting. The thought passed through my mind
when I heard rumors about Don messing with Gena, but I immediately
discarded it, because I didn't want to believe it.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I suppose I can say I've sort of known all along. Which I'm not real
happy about. I wonder if there was something I could have done before,
to get Child Services' nose in their business before. Well, at least
it's all going to end now...hopefully. Gena and my great-aunt are going
after Don, whom is currently spending time in Jail.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Tammy says she wants to see him get the death penalty, but when he gets
to prison, they'll probably beat him to death anyway. From everyone
I've ever talked to, and everything I've ever read and seen and heard
about, people in prison, albeit most of them pretty mellow, are &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;
kind to people like Don. Spleaf was telling me they were nearly about
to beat the living shit out of some older guy whom apparently, while
changing some two-year-old's diaper [this is the older man's grandson]
was caught giving the boy a blow job. What is wrong with these people?
Do they not know right from wrong?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Do they not realize how sick and disgusting that stuff is? I don't understand. But this really only fuels my want to know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;
people's brains work the way they do, hence my want to get into
Psychology. Anyway, Gena went to the hospital the other day though, and
they have proof of what Don has done. Apparently she's also very
scarred; physically.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
At the moment she's staying with a great-aunt of mine and getting
therapy. I hope Don goes to prison [without any hope of parole, bond,
et cetera], and I hope Gena and her sisters as well as the other girls
he's done this to end up ok.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>.my mom's gonna die.</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T22:39:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T23:11:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(12:47:21) muttlydowrong: I HERD THAT YOUR HAVING A BABY&lt;br /&gt;(12:47:25) muttlydowrong: ITS A GURL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to kill my mother. Ok not literally. I'm fucking pissed &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;! If I WANTED Ashley to know, I'd have fucking told her myself, but I didn't, now did I? No. Why? Because of the same bullshit my fucking mother just pulled. And I knew it was my mother; I told dad not to fucking tell anyone &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;! And he understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;: Great. Now dad and Tammy want to be there for the delivery. Pfft. I'm more pissed off than I was before. I don't want Tammy there. Period. PERIOD. END OF FUCKING SUBJECT. Dad's fine. NOT TAMMY. She's got the filthiest language I've ever heard. She's thousands of times worse than myself when I'm pissed.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:30641</id>
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    <title>.hin.</title>
    <published>2005-07-09T17:55:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-09T17:55:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#16569e"&gt;(12:53:55) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#16569e"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;GE Wolf Rat:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font face="verdana"&gt;-swears Martin is surgically attached to phone-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font color="#a82f2f"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;(12:54:10) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;MyChocolatZombie:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font face="MS UI Gothic"&gt;xDDDDDDDD You should check it sometime for stitches.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#16569e"&gt;(12:54:14) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#16569e"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;GE Wolf Rat:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;font face="verdana"&gt;XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:30279</id>
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    <title>.stolen from xkaiix.</title>
    <published>2005-07-09T16:53:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-09T16:53:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DABB99" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Espresso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/coffeequiz/espresso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/coffeequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how incredibly true those last two are XD!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:30099</id>
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    <title>.my dumbass family.</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T17:09:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T17:09:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is wrong with my family? All of the sudden they are either
committing suicide or they want to commit suicide, and over stupid
shit. Buzz killed himself because he broke up with his girlfriend and
he was late on car payments, and Bradley wanted to kill himself because
he got into a fight with his damned girlfriend. Now tell me there isn't
a reason I try and stay as far from my family as possible. And also
tell me there isn't a damn good reason I don't want my children around
my side of the family.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well I told my mom and gramma carey about my being pregnant, not that I
was itching to or anything. But they would have found out later anyway,
and it did get a lot of stress off of me. Not that it didn't return in
other forms or anything. But anyway, mom wasn't upset in the slightest,
in fact I don't even think she gave a second thought to the fact that
I'm nearly done with this pregnancy gig. She was far too excited at the
prospect of being a grandparent to be upset at all.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gramma Carey seemed content, not overjoyed but content. The first thing
she asked me was if I was getting married or not, which yes, I am fully
planning on doing. I hope mom isn't planning on Martin and I actually
leaving the baby with her alone for any length of time. I also hope
Shawn isn't actually planning on holding the baby with his fake tics
and all. Neither will happen in this lifetime until they actually
straighten their shit up.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I also hope Steve isn't ever around. I've got an odd feeling if anyone,
especially Steve, ever raises a hand to the child I'll go bazerk, and
so will Martin and that'll be the last time they ever see the child.
And why is it, on a slightly different subject, I'm so incredibly
paranoid about Martin running off with someone else? Maybe because
everyone that's ever been in my life has run off and totally abandoned
me. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;;; I wish I could get over this paranoia.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I let it run my life and chose my friends and that's not too cool.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:29755</id>
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    <title>.just stuff.</title>
    <published>2005-06-13T01:25:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-13T01:25:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I've managed to feel sick all week so far. Not to mention I
haven't replied to comments in my live journal that people have left,
nor have I read anyone else's. In fact, I've spent very little time on
the computer save maybe ten minutes here and there to see if I received
something mildly important in my email. Alas, most of what I get is
junk. I'm not sure why I bother checking it anymore.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Martin's not feeling well either. Among probably other things, he's got
an ear infection. Lately he seems rather abrasive and very hard to talk
to. Not that I feel I can talk to him about much because of my intense
privacy issues. I don't know; it just seems as if today, not only has
he avoided telling me much, but he seems to want to start arguments
with near anyone he comes into contact with.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I know I probably haven't helped to try and calm him down much today,
but rather probably the opposite. It's just a shame I can't sit him
down and just have him listen. Hell I can hardly talk to him at all
without him bringing up Chris or some other area he went to in his past
- which gets him on a rant and totally disregards anything I said
before or wanted to talk to him about. He wants me to talk to him about
things - but first he tends to blab it to everyone and their dog
knowing I'll get super pissed about it later, and second I can't talk
to him because he ends up doing all the talking. I just wish I had
someone in my real life that I could talk to.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Face to face; not via email or some other bullshit. The only two or
three people that give a damn about me are my gramma, Martin and maybe
my grandpa. Gramma and grandpa are in Arizona though. It was awfully
nice of them to move like that - when they knew I needed them the most
because no one else in my family gives a fuck. And that's pretty
obvious. The only time anyone contacts me is because they want
something from me.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But see - at the moment I need more help than I've ever needed before.
But, you know, I don't matter and no one should really care. So why
should they bother? My dad won't even send me a fucking instant message
or an email that simply says "Hi, how are you doing lately?" I'm
stressed out beyond belief - and no one seems to give a shit.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
In my real life - no one has time to listen to me and God only knows
they could give a shit; online it's all about someone's damned web site
that I truly couldn't care less about at the moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;
it's about Great Ebony. I wish I wasn't so abandoned by everyone. Then
again, I don't know why anyone online or in my real life should bother
caring because after all, everyone seems to make the point very clear
to me that I just don't understand anything. At all; and I never have.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
That's a point that's made at least once every week. And if it's not
that I don't understand - it's that I'm still so young or some other
thing. There's about a million things I'm reminded of weekly - or
rather that I'm informed of. Including how I feel or what I'm thinking
at one moment or other. Or I'm costing someone money.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gee, now that wouldn't be happening if I had a car and therefore could
get a job, now would it? That's a fucking concept and a half. But of
course my entire family is useless and no one else would bother helping
me. I can't even get my parents to help me because they're lazy
dead-beats that could care less. Or so it seems.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
My dad was supposed to send Martin and I a package &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Did he? No. He was supposed to send me a card &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on my birthday&lt;/span&gt;. Did he?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
No. How do I know this? Because he told me he was going to. But he never did. His excuse; he doesn't trust the post office.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Oh and he can't ever find time to send anything out, although he does
walk from work to where he lives. And he won't call me. His excuse this
time? He dropped his phone into the river. His excuses last time; a
million and five different ones - which is just the same as why he
hasn't done anything about a car yet.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
If I could find myself a car and pay for everything - I would. Believe
me I would. Unfortunately I don't have anything except the clothes on
my back - and I'm really not joking when I say that. I don't have any
money except what my grandmother decides to piece-mail me. If she would
have bundled up the $500.00 she gave me before she went to Arizona and
the $300.00 she gave me when she mailed me the card on my birthday -
that would have probably covered a somewhat useable used car.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But no - she gave me the money piece by piece and it was given during
times that were so far apart that I couldn't do anything with it
anyway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee Vegh [or other name you happen to know me by]; you sound depressed and upset.&lt;/span&gt; You think? Am I that fucking transparent? Jesus christ.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
And you suddenly wonder &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;
I haven't barely been online lot less posting in role-plays I'm at? No
- I haven't really been online. No - I haven't really cared at all. Yes
- I've been somewhat busy. Maybe not with physical labor crap but
trying to figure everything out and get myself out of the hell my
mother made for me and I'm not sure how to get myself out of.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:29685</id>
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    <title>.speef.</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T21:56:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T21:56:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why can't it be Spleaf? This kid has kicked my ribs about a million times in the past 24 hours. I swear it's only sleeping a mere couple hours in a stretch; not like it normally does. -shifty eyes, is beginning to wonder if it EVER sleeps as opposed to enjoying kicking me-</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:29419</id>
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    <title>.depressed.</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T13:12:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T13:12:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Welcome back Depression, my old friend.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:28717</id>
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    <title>.disposable email.</title>
    <published>2005-05-31T21:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-31T21:38:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.mailinator.com"&gt;http://www.mailinator.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;-I worship this site. xD Type in some random email address @mailinator.com and go to this site, type in the beginning of the site before the @ sign and you can read the email that was sent if you need only that first stupid email confirm thing but you're afraid of getting spam. &amp;lt;333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful :D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:28257</id>
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    <title>.crap.</title>
    <published>2005-05-30T21:40:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-30T21:42:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well the web server's updating and to be honest I don't know if everything blew up or not because Spleaf's talking to his buddy and isn't giving me answers. The man calls every fucking five minutes. It pisses me off. EVERY FIVE FUCKING MINUTES I SWEAR TO GOD. I can't tell you how often his calls fucking wake me up every fucking night. It's every fucking hour I swear to it. EVERY fucking hour every fucking day [more realistic - every hour]. And he wonders why I don't like Brian ._o Gee. Let's fucking think a minute here. Why don't I get sleep at night? Because BRIAN calls. His fucking best buddy in the entire goddamned world. Everyone's permitted to walk all over Martin and do whatever the fuck they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm tired and crabby x_x But regardless seriously - he fucking pisses me off. Fucking Brian. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;! This morning he called at four fucking am and then half an hour later, and half an hour after that. Each time it woke me up. Last NIGHT he called all fucking hours. And I wonder why I'm so incredibly tired today. Fucking bastard. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; But of course I have NO right whatsofuckingever to dislike the fucker, nor do I have the right to not want him calling or coming over. Fucking asshole. And each time the fucker calls him and Martin stay on the phone for fucking hours on fucking end.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:28011</id>
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    <title>.stolen from bean.</title>
    <published>2005-05-28T05:57:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-28T05:57:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074769185" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What Icons are for you? by ladyallie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="armored_username" value="droberts" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Favourite Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Favourite Colour" value="blue" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;select name="Sex"&gt;&lt;option&gt;Male&lt;option selected="SELECTED"&gt;Female&lt;option&gt;YES PLEASE!&lt;option&gt;Undecided&lt;option&gt;Both&lt;option&gt;Neither&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Love icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/sidrakollers/love3.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Sad Icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/sidrakollers/sad13.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Happy Icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/sidrakollers/happy9.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Angry Icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/sidrakollers/angry6.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Food Icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/sidrakollers/food3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Animal Icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v625/sidrakollers/animal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Your Random Icon is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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value="ladyallie"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074769185"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:27646</id>
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    <title>.another quiz.</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T09:02:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T09:02:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  32  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:27238</id>
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    <title>.stolen from ubervac.</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T11:21:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T11:21:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">() smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;() smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) been high&lt;br /&gt;() been drunk&lt;br /&gt;() made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) dumped someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;(x) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of my parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;() been arrested&lt;br /&gt;() made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;() gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;() slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on one of your internet friends&lt;br /&gt;() been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;() been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;() been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;() thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;() set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;() eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;() been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;() been moshing/crowd surfing at a show&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;() gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;() used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;() slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;() pet a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(x) ran a red light&lt;br /&gt;() been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;() been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;() had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;() eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;() danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;() been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;() swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;() recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;() sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;() laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;() made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;() crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;() humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;() jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;() told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;() kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a black dress&lt;br /&gt;() had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;() glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;() got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;() kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;() been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x)screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;() done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;() talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;() didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;(x) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;() climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;() had a tree house/club house&lt;br /&gt;() are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;() believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;() gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;() played chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;() broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;() have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;() French braided someones hair&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone skinny dippin in a pool</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:27065</id>
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    <title>.from ubervac.</title>
    <published>2005-05-23T11:23:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-23T11:23:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Movie Tag:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1.Total number of films I own on DVD/video:&lt;/b&gt; 35&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2.The last film I bought:&lt;/b&gt; Hyperspace&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3.The last film I watched:&lt;/b&gt; NASA (some documentary-series thing.)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4.Five films that I watch a lot:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hyperspace&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NASA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Event Horizon&lt;/li&gt;
  &lt;li&gt;Lord of the Rings 1-3&lt;/li&gt;
  &lt;li&gt;Princess Bride&lt;br&gt;
  &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4B. Five films that are important to me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Hyperspace&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princess Bride&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Event Horizon&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scorpion King&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOTR&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5) Tag 5 people and have them put this in their blog/journal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user='&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thebeanx' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thebeanx.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://thebeanx.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thebeanx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tr_baggett' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tr-baggett.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://tr-baggett.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tr_baggett&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='creamy_yusuke' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://creamy-yusuke.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://creamy-yusuke.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;creamy_yusuke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='aekiwolfboy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=aekiwolfboy'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-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://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=aekiwolfboy'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aekiwolfboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:droberts:26639</id>
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    <title>.ultrasound.</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T03:18:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T03:18:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok so here's now the ultrasound went. First off, I no longer want to hear complaining about "I have to pee" from anyone, because you don't know 'I HAVE TO PEE' until you've gone through this. I had to drink 32 oz of water an hour before the appointment, and couldn't use the bathroom. I think I actually ended up drinking more though. It hurt like a motherfucker; the pressure and stuff. I was sure I wasn't going to be able to make it without going to the bathroom; and I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to use it twice so I wouldn't end up exploding. But apparently everything looks alright. It's got two arms, two legs, one head, ten fingers, ten toes, and nothing it shouldn't have. &amp;lt;3 They weren't sure what the gender was because the baby wasn't in a good position at all, but the lady that did the ultrasound was guessing it was a girl. Which is cool because Martin and I both want a girl [though we'd be happy with anything really, we just want it to be healthy], and we've been trying to convince ourselves it's going to be a boy xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that'd be our luck. She gave us a picture of the baby too, though I have yet to scan it. Anyway. I'm sleepy; so I think I'm going to go to bed. I've got to get up early and go have tests done anyway at like 9am. Yeah that'll be super fun. But I just wanted to let curious people know what happened &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>.icons stolen from kel66bon's xanga.</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T23:35:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.msndollies.com/files/6463.gif"&gt; &amp;lt;---It really was. o_o But see unfortunately by nature, us females can't avoid guys for long. xD&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/heart_icons/don%27t%20cry.bmp"&gt; &amp;lt;--- &amp;lt;333333333333333333333&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://www.msndollies.com/files/12094.gif"&gt; &amp;lt;--- Speefy &amp;lt;333333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/I_HEART_ICONS__xo/avatarhell_betsysinlove_th_cutee.gif"&gt; &amp;lt;--- -was lost when Spleafy wasn't here u_u- &amp;lt;333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v111/celestialyoukai/DontHitKids.jpg"&gt; &amp;lt;--- Unfortunately this is true. But it's still kinda funny.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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