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  <title>Your love is homicide.</title>
  <subtitle>I'm torn between screaming and kissing you.</subtitle>
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    <name>Queen of tragedy</name>
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  <updated>2005-01-24T19:13:45Z</updated>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-24T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T19:13:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T19:13:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;If anyone asked me to add them on my other journal, add me back.&amp;nbsp; It's friends only, so add me back so you can read my entries.&amp;nbsp; kthanks&amp;lt;3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_______tough' lj:user='______tough' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/______tough/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/______tough/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;______tough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-22T14:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T19:25:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T19:25:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_______tough' lj:user='______tough' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/______tough/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/______tough/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;______tough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;New journal, comment there to be added.&amp;nbsp; I'm deleting this one.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:27200</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-21T17:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T22:41:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-21T22:42:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was a baby today.  I cried on the way home for no reason.  WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my state exam, well probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Hmmmmmmmmm the other day in basic foods we watched a couple videos about anorexia, and it got me thinking.  One, that's disgusting, I'll never do it.  But I also agreed with most of what the people were saying about the disease.  They explained their thought process and a lot of it I have either done, or thought about.  And, no I'm not anorexic, never was, never will be, but like it's creeping me out how much I thought like the "victims."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately I've been a bitch.  I'm sorry.  It's just two of my "bffz" suddenly have changed and it's really starting to piss me off.  One, pretends to be tough and do things that she thinks is cool to fit in with her other group of friends.  The other .. I don't know.  We fight a lot and I hate it.  It bothers me because we were never like this, then this year BAM...  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a jealous person, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate racist people ..  seriously how about a cup of .. STFU.</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-18T15:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T20:21:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-18T20:21:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Semester 2 is almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;607 Honors Spanish 3&lt;br /&gt;143 Honors Geometry&lt;br /&gt;622 Honors History &lt;br /&gt;523 Honors Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks to be me.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:26686</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-17T12:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T17:56:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T17:56:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I hate my life today.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-17T11:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-17T16:29:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-17T16:29:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Everyone go work at the old Dunkin Donuts.  You'll get the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-16T10:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-16T15:47:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-16T15:48:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;OMGOSH LJ IS BACK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friday I wen bowling with Sam and Matt.  I totally owned.  I beat both their asses.  Then Tom took me out for Ice Cream and we went to some kids house and hung out.  Saturday I went to Bhops party @ applebees it was awesome.  Then I went to KK's and played DDR, which sucks.  I'm so bad at it.  Then Chelsea came over and we started playing DDR our own way, we're so awesome at it.  Then we almost burned down her house.  I took pictures.  I shall post them Tuesday.  And then I came home and Sean's like we're going to a party.  It sucked because I wanted to get hot chocolate and marshmallows  7-11 and sleep.  ... So I got home at like 4ish and went to bed.  Now I'm here writing this and getting ready to babysit and then I'm going to Ryan's party later.  yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxXjohnkimbleXxx: a comment a day keeps the doctor away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave some ;]&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:25623</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-11T16:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T21:47:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T21:47:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I got a job.  Say goodbye to hanging out with me.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:25321</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-07T15:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T20:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T21:00:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I've decided to hang with my girls this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight hanging out with Nancy and Tatiana.&lt;br /&gt;Or going to the movies with the crew&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday mall with Alexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night hanging out with Ally Krista &amp; IDK who else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Show @ stone pony with Sam &amp; Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them bitchez&amp;lt;3&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:24940</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-05T14:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-05T19:24:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-05T19:24:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Why are all juniors so incredibly hot?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:24764</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-04T20:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-05T01:53:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-05T01:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I'm not trying to use this to get pity or anything.  But I just felt like writing this.  Whenever I like someone either .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  They're currently attached.&lt;br /&gt;B.  They don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;C.  They're too old.&lt;br /&gt;D.  Drama gets in the way of things.&lt;br /&gt;E.  I fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;F.  I'm afraid of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when someone likes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;B.  They're too old/young.&lt;br /&gt;C.  They are currently attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-04T16:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-04T21:17:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-05T01:55:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Alas the weapon sex can be ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  This isn't about the obvious.  Trust me.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-03T18:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-03T23:32:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-03T23:32:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I want a boy..&lt;br /&gt;-who can wrestle with me &amp; let me win.&lt;br /&gt;-who I can talk to about anything.&lt;br /&gt;-who laughs at my jokes.&lt;br /&gt;-a boy who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets.&lt;br /&gt;-who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;-who buys me 25 cent rings and sticky hands&lt;br /&gt;-who says i love you &amp; means it&lt;br /&gt;-who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow&lt;br /&gt;-who calls unexpectantly at random times&lt;br /&gt;-who will have many inside jokes with me &amp; remember each one&lt;br /&gt;-who realizes that girls say things but dont mean them.&lt;br /&gt;-who shows up at my games&lt;br /&gt;-who I can go swimming with on hot days&lt;br /&gt;-who can tell me his problems &amp; let me help&lt;br /&gt;-who will listen to me talk about the new nail polish I got&lt;br /&gt;-who will bring me seashells from the beach&lt;br /&gt;-who will let me beat him up when I get angry&lt;br /&gt;-who writes love letters to me but doesnt send them&lt;br /&gt;-who draws pictures &amp; slips them gently in my locker slot&lt;br /&gt;-who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.&lt;br /&gt;-a boy with deep eyes that can see through faces into depths&lt;br /&gt;-who wears baseball hats &amp; lets me wear his too&lt;br /&gt;-who gives me his tee-shirt to change into &amp; not expect to get it back&lt;br /&gt;-who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume, &amp; the color of my toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;-a boy who will shake my daddys hand &amp; look my mother in the eye&lt;br /&gt;-who will call me by my full name, first, middle, &amp; last.&lt;br /&gt;-a boy who will kiss me&lt;br /&gt;-and tell me I’m pretty&lt;br /&gt;-who will let me cry to him&lt;br /&gt;-who will squeeze my hips just right from behind&lt;br /&gt;-who surprises me&lt;br /&gt;-a boy who smells like he just stepped out of the shower&lt;br /&gt;-who wears cologne that I can subtly smell when leaning on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;-who will play football with my little brother and who will make me join in &amp; play football &amp; tackle me instead of just standing there &amp; giggling&lt;br /&gt;-who tells me I have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be mine to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he out there?&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-03T14:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-03T19:49:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-03T19:49:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I looked like poop all day today.  And now I'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; these horoscropes are really starting to scare me.  I get them emailed to me, and it's creepy as hell.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:23750</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2005-01-02T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T16:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T16:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Does anyone else get freaked out by horoscopes, mine are always right.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-31T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T23:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T23:10:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 482px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="429" src="http://tinypic.com/14xmc4" width="474"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 544px; HEIGHT: 390px" height="407" src="http://tinypic.com/14xmbc" width="569"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 339px" height="473" src="http://tinypic.com/14xm3s" width="532"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 335px" height="384" src="http://tinypic.com/14xmaq" width="533"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-31T17:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T22:38:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T22:38:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;I hate people who steal friends.  It's gay.  You really need to stop.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-30T20:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T01:17:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T01:17:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="485" src="http://tinypic.com/14r32o" width="496"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="529" src="http://tinypic.com/14r34i" width="495"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;awwwww&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/14r37o"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;um okay..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/14r3b7"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;idk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="419" src="http://tinypic.com/14r3er" width="563"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;yeah .&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="416" src="http://tinypic.com/14r3fb" width="559"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;im a fag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="431" src="http://tinypic.com/14r3gj" width="553"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sometimes i dont like to look @ the camera&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="409" src="http://tinypic.com/14r3hg" width="568"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;muscles o baby&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="430" src="http://tinypic.com/14r3i1" width="518"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;*smack*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="404" src="http://tinypic.com/14r3it" width="470"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;shes so cuteeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-30T12:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T17:09:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T17:40:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over my friends house hanging out.  And all I remember was that we were sitting in her brothers room and his sister left to go to the bathroom or something I don't remember, and we were watching a movie or whatever, so when she left we started talking about us because he's my friends brother, and yanno it's weird.  So we were talking about how we'd have to keep this all a secret.  And then we started hXc making out.  It was awesome.  I had butterflies.  Normally when I dream, I don't feel anything, but this felt real.  It was amazing.  Then we stopped because his sister was coming in and when I walked out of the room with her I turned around and he was doing the ILU motion and saying I'll call you later.  It was the best thing ever.  I can't stop smiling when I think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my problem is that I can't like even be friends with this kid because I'm afraid his sister will be really mad.  Anyone know how I can tell her?  Or him for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WANT A DREAM BOOK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has one, let me know! kthanks&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told Danielle and she said .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swe3tdestruction: not me n dave i hope&lt;br /&gt;Swe3tdestruction: thats nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's her brother. rotf.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-29T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T04:03:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T04:03:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Holy shit.  Try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1104375012pdz"&gt;http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1104375012pdz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-29T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T00:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T00:59:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 444px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="483" src="http://tinypic.com/14bi81" width="441"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can't tell if I like this sweater or not.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:21699</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-29T11:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T16:28:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T17:53:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;There’s this girl that looks at me, with sadness in her eyes.  Deep inside she feels the pain, wishing she would die.  She tries to listen to what she’s told, the words she hear are true.  She thinks she knows all she must and just what’s right to do.  The blood she bleeds is not a crime, but almost like a cure.  She wears a mask that’s hard to see, she’s only your average girl. When I see her face and the tears that she cries, It's only then I see the truth and I start to realize .. I hide my pain and force it down so no one sees my face.  It’s then I'll take the pain away and cut me in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the blood flow willingly as my body turns to cold.  If only I had opened up, and did what I was told.  This girl that looks back at me with sadness in her face, is only the girl I push away back into hidden space.  When I look into the mirror and see what’s staring back, the blood inside my body tries hard not to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife I hold besides me, I see it as a toy.  Her only looks of sadness, were just because a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm that's sad.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:21364</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-28T13:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-28T19:16:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-28T19:16:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="382" src="http://tinypic.com/142uyv" width="351"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Damn I got mad styleeee.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="243" src="http://tinypic.com/142v5l" width="355"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Whoa,&amp;nbsp;look at that hottie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="313" src="http://tinypic.com/142v6e" width="427"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Coolest socks I'll ever get to wear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="360" src="http://tinypic.com/142vb5" width="312"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;God I'm so hot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="302" src="http://tinypic.com/142vbs" width="376"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bet you never thought you'd see me in a skirt.&amp;nbsp; A polka dot one none the less.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="319" src="http://tinypic.com/142w5k" width="417"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now thats hot.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I look retarted sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:thats_____cute:21167</id>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-27T09:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T14:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T14:39:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My name is Megan, and I hate it with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;I wish caring wasn't so creepy, wouldn’t you agree?  &lt;br /&gt;I miss your laugh, your smile, and your sense of completion. &lt;br /&gt;I regret letting people know my feelings and thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;I love passion, kisses, cuddling, honesty, poems, music.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll dance only if you ask me too.&lt;br /&gt;I sing songs as loud as I want, whenever I want, and where I want.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that lies come naturally to a humans reply.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cry because you’re so worthless.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll scream to your blindness, and curse at your lack of caring.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write anything, majority of the time it makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose a staring contest, just try me.&lt;br /&gt;I confuse myself with the simplest things.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll listen but I really just want to get your fucking voice out of my head&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one wearing pearls and bracelets galore.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely easily amused, it’s great. &lt;br /&gt;I can be quite a random person, just talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m usually seen with my best friends; damn right they’re better than yours. &lt;br /&gt;I melt when guys show me they care.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll eat Chinese food, just name the time and place.&lt;br /&gt;I like these colors: neon green neon orange, and neon pink.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one taking pictures, for that’s what I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;I love meeting new people, as long as your not an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be a rebel, if you’ll be one too.&lt;br /&gt;I have a weakness, and that weakness is boys.</content>
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    <title>thats_____cute @ 2004-12-27T00:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T05:27:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T05:27:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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