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  <title>Tea for Two?</title>
  <subtitle>Drink up, my lovelies...</subtitle>
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    <name>Cloacina</name>
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  <updated>2004-12-29T03:24:37Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:23659</id>
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    <title>Meh</title>
    <published>2004-12-29T03:24:37Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-29T03:24:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well you know how i said that on sunday i felt kinda sick...well that's not the half of it! on sunday night i threw up approximately twelve times, five of which i distinctly remember. then on mondy i got all delirious and went to bed, and then when i woke up i thought it was tuesday but IT WAS STILL MONDAY. so when i asked dad what the time was and he said 6:15 i thought he meant in the morning and then i was thinking why is harriet up so early? and why are the clocks reading the wrong time? because they said 18:15. then yesterday, which really was tuesday, harriet left to go to brook valley where she's spending new years, and now i can't sleep downstairs because that is where things are going to kill me in my sleep. and my stomach was really unsettled yesterday and it's okay today but if i eat just a little bit of food i get really full. and simpkin was being all adorable because he fell asleep on my lap and he was all soft and he started twitching...i love simpkin.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:23338</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-26T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T07:12:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T07:12:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rebel Yell - Billy Idol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mary had some latvian porn,&lt;br /&gt;She kept it in her pocket&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Mary went to bed&lt;br /&gt;The porn was sure to rock-it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laaaaaaaaaaaaaaatviaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan pooooooooooooooooornnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! emma is my laaaaaaaatviaaaaaaaaaan pooooooooooooooorrnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn buuuuuuuudddddddddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;here is my list of porn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Latvian Porn&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamaican Porn&lt;br /&gt;3. Irish Porn&lt;br /&gt;4. Norwegian Porn&lt;br /&gt;5. Cuban Porn</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:23263</id>
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    <title>Gag me with a spoon</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T07:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T07:05:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Sharona - The Knack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">mrg i think i'm gonna throw up...i think i had too much to eat. chips and bacon.........i kept on sitting in front of this bucket trying to vomit because it always makes me feel better when i'm sick...but then again once i woke up and i threw up and it got in my hair, so i had to have a shower at about 1am, and then i was so weak after throwing up that i couldn't stand in the shower and i had to crouch and everything smelt bad...i hate being sick.</content>
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    <title>The Lady of Shalott</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T02:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T02:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.nouveaunet.com/prbpassion/paintings/waterhouse11.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:22779</id>
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    <title>Draco's Mix Tape</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T02:49:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T02:49:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lord Only Knows - Beck</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here is the list of songs that are on Draco's Mix Tape. Remember, not all songs are from his point-of-view. And the tape is not yet finished; this is a draft of how it will be eventually.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. Every You Every Me - Placebo&lt;br&gt;2. Behind Blue Eyes - Limp Bizkit&lt;br&gt;3. Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths&lt;br&gt;4. Jesus I was Evil - Darcy Clay&lt;br&gt;5. Bad - Michael Jackson&lt;br&gt;6. Popular - Nada Surf&lt;br&gt;7. Creep - Radiohead&lt;br&gt;8. Local God - Everclear&lt;br&gt;9. Here Comes your Man - The Pixies&lt;br&gt;10. Hey Good Lookin' - Hank Williams&lt;br&gt;11. #1 Crush - Garbage&lt;br&gt;12. Nancy Boy - Placebo&lt;br&gt;13. Boys Don't Cry - The Cure&lt;br&gt;14. Michael - Franz Ferdinand&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:22121</id>
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    <title>Pop fucking RULES!!</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T02:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T02:39:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No Fun - Sex Pistols</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gothic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't trust words: they're as slippery as eels, always changing, never trustworthy. Take 'Gothic': bet you're already thinking of teenagers in cheap panstick and torn fishnets on some Camden street corner at 3am. But waht about all the subtlties of meaning that Cure fans came to eclipse in the early Eighties? What about Frankenstein, the Houses of Parliament, the romanticism of death, PreRaphaelite curls, German medieval churches, the sacking of Rome, The Fall (Milton, not Mark E), addiction to decadence, a whiff of camp, the wholehearted embracing of tragedy? Was Johnny Depp in Sleepy Hollow the ultimate Goth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;romance n., &amp; v.i. 1. n. (languages), the languages descended from Latin (French, SPanish, Italian, etc.); (R~) vernacular language of old France mainly developed but distinguished from latin, corresponding language of Italy, Spain, Provench, etc. 2. medival tale usually in verse of some hero chivalry [named as being written in Romance0. 3. Prose or rarely verse tale with scene and incidents remote from everyday life, class of literature consisting of such tales; set of facts, episode, suggesting such tales by its trangeness or such tales, mental tendency to be influenced by it, sympathetic imaginativeness. 4. Love affair viewed as resembling a tale of romance; love-story. 5. (An) exaggeration, (a) picturesque falsehood. 6. (Mus.) Short simple or informal piece. 7. v.i. Exaggerate or distort the truth, especially fantastically. [ME, f. OF romanz, -ans, -ance f. pop. L *romanice in the vernacular (opp. Latine in Latin) adv. f. L Romanicus Romanic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Concise Oxford Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In classical iconography, Flowers represneted all the Big Things: death, beauty, sex, purity, even divine intervention. Latterday romantics know how to tap into flower power to get the emotions going: you only have to watch clips of Morrissey writhing around on a stage full of gladioli thrown by swooning fans to get some understanding of flowers' symbolic potency. Most of all, though, flowers stand for death and sex - all those sticky stigma bits and ovules and sperm-containing pollen grains. And cut flowers are beautiful precisely because you know full well that when they look their best they are only days from death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pop</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:21875</id>
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    <title>My Hate List Continued...</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T02:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T02:13:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>How Soon is Now? - The Smiths</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i don't think you'd like boys high either, lucy, if they yelled stuff at you across streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Safety Seals (i took lucy's advice, and i do hate them, because i can't open them any more for some reason!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Alan Bunn (fucking smug bastard, thinks he knows everything. whose poem sounds like a 17th century greeting card now?)&lt;br /&gt;13. Summers that feel like Winters (we're having one right now...damn you, Summer! it better be nice for Christmas day, or you'll have to answer to me!)&lt;br /&gt;14. People who write messages in books (ruin the fun for everyone, why don't cha?)&lt;br /&gt;15. Search Engines that come up with things completely unrelated to what you're looking for (*glares at google*)&lt;br /&gt;16. My CD Player (for some reason it's decided to boycott my Pixies CD, one of my birthday CDs and a whole lot of other stuff. oh, and that double bass button won't work any more, either! i want my music to be LOUD!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Depression (everyone's cutting themselves these days. where did good ole fashioned sweet romance go?)&lt;br /&gt;18. People who cling on to things that died a long time ago (Punk is not what it used to be, Becky)&lt;br /&gt;19. People who think that BRO TOWN (fucking un-funny show) is funnier than THE SIMPSONS! what the fuck are you talking about! nothing can EVER be funnier than THE SIMPSONS, BECAUSE THE SIMPSONS IS THE FUNNIEST SHOW EVER! &lt;br /&gt;20. People who think 'Smoking is Wrong and it should be made Illegal' (kiss my ass, biatches!)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:21719</id>
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    <title>Coffee and TV</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T00:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T00:05:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Believe in a Thing Called Love - The Darkness</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i think i might be getting a taste for coffee. i dunno. maybe i should start ranting like foamy...he always seems to have fun doing that...Fucking google! waste of my damn time and money! fucking cheapass...it DOES make you feel better! i'll make a hate lis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Google (fucking waste of my time)&lt;br /&gt;2. Those little packets of silicon or whatever that you find in shoeboxes (Don't Eat my ass!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hilary Duff (you can't act or sing for shit! Don't try!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Avril Lavigne (can't sing! ugliest little fuck ever, other than...)&lt;br /&gt;5. Paris Hilton (she's not even pretty! she's a fuckin' ho!)&lt;br /&gt;6. J.K. Rowling (ever heard of an editor, bitch?)&lt;br /&gt;7. Christchurch Boy's High School (fucking imbeciles, who's the missing link now?)&lt;br /&gt;8. G Rated Fanfiction (no one likes you except for two year olds, and they can't read!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Pigs (possibly the only thing uglier than Paris Hilton)&lt;br /&gt;10. Goths (they think they're not conforming, but they're just conforming to a different stereotype! grow some balls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if it was any longer i'd have to put a rating on it...i can get pretty nasty with my swearin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i think someone's trying to break into my house...either that or it was thunder...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:21263</id>
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    <title>Pasta 'n' Cheese</title>
    <published>2004-12-21T04:28:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-21T04:28:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Just a Girl - No Doubt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i think i ate too much cheese at lunch...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:21199</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-21T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-21T03:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-21T03:52:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silver - Nirvana</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OHMYFUCKINGGOD! I JUST GOT AN EMAIL FROM TEARAWAY TELLING ME I'M A MEDIA REPRESENTATIVE! THAT MEANS I GET TO TELL TEARAWAY ALL ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON IN CHRISTCHURCH...AND I GET TO DISH DIRT ON ALL SORTS OF SHIZNET! I FUCKING ROCK! So y'all better be nice to me or I'll diss you in front of everyone...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:20980</id>
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    <title>MILLY ROCKS!!</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T22:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T22:14:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Colourblind - Counting Crows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">milly is the shibbiest friend ever! i don't care that she knows my livejournal password! she's so shibby! thank you milly! you is the kewlest!! (my password isn't even that hard to figure out...she hacked it after two tries....)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:20561</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-21T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T21:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T21:48:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mad World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls of every age &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you like to see something strange&lt;br /&gt;Come with us and you will see, &lt;br /&gt;this our town of Halloween&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween, &lt;br /&gt;pumpkins scream in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween, everybody make a scene, &lt;br /&gt;trick or treat till the neighbours come and die of fright&lt;br /&gt;It's our town, everybody scream, &lt;br /&gt;in this town of Halloween&lt;br /&gt;I am the one hiding under your bed, &lt;br /&gt;teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red&lt;br /&gt;I am the one hiding under your stairs, &lt;br /&gt;fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween&lt;br /&gt;In this town we call home, &lt;br /&gt;everyone hail to the pumpkin song&lt;br /&gt;In this town, don't we love it now, &lt;br /&gt;everybody's waiting for the next surprise&lt;br /&gt;Round that corner, then, &lt;br /&gt;hiding in the trash cans, &lt;br /&gt;something's waiting now to pounce and how you'll..&lt;br /&gt;Scream, this is Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;red and black and slimy green, &lt;br /&gt;Aren't you scared?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just fine, &lt;br /&gt;say it once, say it twice,&lt;br /&gt;take a chance and roll the dice, &lt;br /&gt;ride with the moon in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream, everybody scream, &lt;br /&gt;in our town or Halloween&lt;br /&gt;I am the clown with the tear-away face,&lt;br /&gt;here in a flash and gone without a trace&lt;br /&gt;I am the who when you call "Who's there?", &lt;br /&gt;I am the wind blowing through your hair&lt;br /&gt;I am the shadow on the moon at night,&lt;br /&gt;filling your dreams to the brim with fright&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Tender lumplings everywhere, &lt;br /&gt;life's no fun without a good scare, &lt;br /&gt;that's our job but we're not mean &lt;br /&gt;in our town of Halloween&lt;br /&gt;In this town, don't we love it now, &lt;br /&gt;everyone's waiting for the next surprise&lt;br /&gt;Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back &lt;br /&gt;and scream like a banshee,&lt;br /&gt;make you jump out of your skin!&lt;br /&gt;This is Halloween, everybody scream, &lt;br /&gt;won't you please make way for a very special guy&lt;br /&gt;Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch, &lt;br /&gt;everyone hail to the pumpkin king&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween&lt;br /&gt;In this town we call home everyone hail to the pumpkin song&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la, etc, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, is anyone stuck over a present for me? i know what you could get me...a personalised cd with Lullaby by The Cure on it!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:20230</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-21T10:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T21:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T21:31:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wicked Little Town - Tommy Gnosis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">damnit! i went through 760 fucking pictures of teacups trying to find one that could be my avatar but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, there weren't any that were 100 x 100 PIXELS! HOW USELESS DO YOU HAVE TO BE NOT TO HAVE A PICTURE OF A TEACUP THAT IS 100 X 100 PIXELS! MY WHOLE PLAN IS RUINED! WITHOUT THE TEACUP AVATAR MY LIVEJOURNAL DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! FUCKING GOOGLE SUCKS! I HATE GOOGLE! I HATE IT I HATE IT! WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME! NOTHING EVER GOES MY WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's against me.</content>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-21T09:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T21:00:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T21:00:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Angry Inch - Hedwig</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, friends, today i am going to grace you with VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION.&lt;br /&gt;seeing as i am useless at writing in journals, because half the things i say don't make sense and you have no idea who i am or what i do (Salesperson at Maud's Pie Shed) i am going to tell you the story of my life...or really just a little bit about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Bella Josephine Alice Field&lt;br /&gt;2. Occupation: Salesperson at Maud's Pie Shed (not really, but i wish i were)&lt;br /&gt;3. Family: Mum, Dad, Hannah (sister currently residing in Australia), and Harriet (at home all too much)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pets: Simmykins, also known as Simpkin&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite Bands: The Cure, The Pixies, Nirvana, Placebo, No Doubt (or Gwen Stefani) The Smiths and The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite Songs: How Soon is Now? - The Smiths, Here Comes your Man - The Pixies, Every You Every Me - Placebo, Going Nowhere - The Cure, Number 13 Baby - The Pixies, Allison - The Pixies&lt;br /&gt;7. Residency: Christchurch, New Zealand. Wish I lived in Virginia, though. It has a kewl name.&lt;br /&gt;8. I Spend Most of my Time: at school, usually. But it's the holidays (Christmas in 4 days!) so I'm on the internet, watching tv, basically lying around in my pyjamas all day doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;9. My Fanfiction Is: Okay, I know, blatant pegging of the story. But i really, really think you should read it. Or maybe not. Because then you would see the extent of my craziness. www.&lt;br /&gt;(it's called Blessed Release: The Pardon, but I like to call it BR:TP)&lt;br /&gt;10. CD I'm Listening to Right Now: Officially Doolittle by The Pixies but I'm about to change it to the birthday cd Milly made me...it's the shiznet!&lt;br /&gt;11. My Imaginary Friend: It used to be Cinderella, but she moved to Australia with her pet rat or mouse or something. I remember I used to actually see her...I'm not crazy! Anyways now it's this random thing that's trying to kill me in my sleep. I think the posters on my door are mutinying (I would have liked to have chekced if that word was the one I was looking for but Word is fucked and is telling me that mutinyubg is a word) because they won't stop looking at me. Stop watching me!!&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm lazy, forget about it.</content>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-21T09:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T20:42:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T20:42:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silver - The Pixies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 40px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 50px; COLOR: #525252; PADDING-TOP: 30px"&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;Hey&lt;br&gt;Been trying to meet you&lt;br&gt;Hey&lt;br&gt;Must be a devil between us&lt;br&gt;Or whores in my head&lt;br&gt;Whores at my door&lt;br&gt;Whores in my bed&lt;br&gt;But hey&lt;br&gt;Where&lt;br&gt;Have you&lt;br&gt;Been if you go I will surely die&lt;br&gt;We’re chained&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uh said the man to the lady&lt;br&gt;Uh said the lady to the man she adored&lt;br&gt;And the whores like a choir&lt;br&gt;Go uh all night&lt;br&gt;And mary ain’t you tired of this&lt;br&gt;Uh&lt;br&gt;Is&lt;br&gt;The&lt;br&gt;Sound&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;That the mother makes when the baby breaks&lt;br&gt;We’re chained&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 40px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 50px; COLOR: #525252; PADDING-TOP: 30px"&gt;damn google, we don't &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; polar bears in New Zealand!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="PADDING-LEFT: 40px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 50px; COLOR: #525252; PADDING-TOP: 30px"&gt;&lt;img src="http://truffula.net/~sar/musica/pixies/doolittle.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:19622</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-21T09:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T20:05:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T20:05:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>I Bleed - The Pixies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">for SOME reason my computer took ages signing me into messenger, and i was thinking: no more skanky conversations with daniela! but she hardly ever goes on anyway...damn that little slut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm alooooooooooone from 9:00 till 12:00, except for this guy who came in to do are wallpaper cause it fucked up in the kitchen. it's been stripped for the last week, and the wallpaper man is using the kitchen AND the living room to keep his stuff so i've been kicked onto the computer, and if i want to watch tv i have to go into the sunroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and poor simmykins has to eat in the conservatory...poor wee schmo.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:19287</id>
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    <title>My Results</title>
    <published>2004-12-19T23:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-19T23:34:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf Mix) - The Pixies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1069289793_nixvallejo.jpg" border="0" alt="phoenix"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a &lt;b&gt;PHOENIX&lt;/b&gt; in your soul and your&lt;br&gt;wings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,&lt;br&gt;they burn with light and power and rebirth.&lt;br&gt;Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are an&lt;br&gt;amazingly strong person. You survive, even&lt;br&gt;flourish in adversity and hardship. A firm&lt;br&gt;believer in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't kill&lt;br&gt;you only makes you stronger,' you rarely fear&lt;br&gt;failure. You know that any mistake you make&lt;br&gt;will teach you more about yourself and allow&lt;br&gt;you to 'rise from the ashes' as a still greater&lt;br&gt;being. Because of this, you rarely make the&lt;br&gt;same mistake twice, and are not among the most&lt;br&gt;forgiving people. You're extremely powerful and&lt;br&gt;wise, and are capable of fierce pride, passion,&lt;br&gt;and anger. Perhaps you're this way because you&lt;br&gt;were forced to survive a rough childhood. Or&lt;br&gt;maybe you just have a strong grasp on reality&lt;br&gt;and know that life is tough and the world is&lt;br&gt;cruel, and it takes strength and independence&lt;br&gt;to survive it. And independence is your&lt;br&gt;strongest point - you may care for others, and&lt;br&gt;even depend on them...but when it comes right&lt;br&gt;down to it, the only one you need is yourself.&lt;br&gt;Thus you trust your own intuition, and rely on&lt;br&gt;a mind almost as brilliant as the fire of your&lt;br&gt;wings to guide you.You are eternal and because&lt;br&gt;you have a strong sense of who and what you&lt;br&gt;are, no one can control your heart or mind, or&lt;br&gt;even really influence your thinking. A symbol&lt;br&gt;of rebirth and renewal, you tend to be a very&lt;br&gt;spiritual person with a serious mind - never&lt;br&gt;acting immature and harboring a superior&lt;br&gt;disgust of those who do. Likewise, humanity's&lt;br&gt;stupidity and tendency to want others to solve&lt;br&gt;their problems for them frustrates you&lt;br&gt;endlessly. Though you can be stubborn,&lt;br&gt;outspoken, and haughty, I admire you greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image Source:  stp.ling.uu.se/ ~klasp/Boris.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! i'm practically nekkid.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:19136</id>
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    <title>Just keep dancin'...</title>
    <published>2004-12-19T23:21:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-19T23:21:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the other day daniela and becky and i went to see Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events and it was chesnee. i love liam aitkin, and no, harriet, he doesn't suck just because he was in stepmom.&lt;br /&gt;damn sisters, never giving me a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, daniela was looking for a present for her brother and becky wanted My Little Ponies that she could turn into slipknot, and i was REALLY HYPER and i was wearing a top with my ribs on it...long story...so i started dancing to release some of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today, i was Out to Lunch because i was hongry and i was making pasta with this really sweet sauce...but anyway i'm all aloooooooooooooone again because harriet's babysitting and mum and dad are at work adn i was REALLY REALLY SCARED because, as you know, i'm a paranoid delusional. so i put on The Pixies, and when Here Comes Your Man came on i started dancing in a REALLY REALLY HYPER WAY and then i put it on tame and wave of mutilation and they were REALLY GOOD to dance to because they're all fast. but i was dancing in a REALLY PSYCHO way and then my chest started to hurt and i had to sit down for a while. but the pasta was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times, good times.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:18899</id>
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    <title>The New Language</title>
    <published>2004-12-19T20:28:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-19T20:28:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Going Nowhere - The Cure</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. chesnee: cool - &lt;em&gt;I am so chesnee right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. spool: fucked up - &lt;em&gt;You are so spool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. deril: the equivalent of lol - &lt;em&gt;Deril...you're so funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4. joe: annoying - &lt;em&gt;You're the joe one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. Fuck off and die - Good morning&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. Bloody Mary - Your dress looks lovely this evening&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. Whiskey on the rocks - Fuck off and die&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8. Kahlua - Rot in hell, Prep-School bitch!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;friends are supposed to help friends get laid&lt;/p&gt;
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:18281</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-18T22:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T09:18:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T09:18:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Whatever (I Had a Dream) - Butthole Surfers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well duh. of course remus is gay. all werewolves are, when you think about it. michael j. fox in teen wolf, all those guys and no girls in underworld...and their hideout was underground. underground porn ring, anyone?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:18083</id>
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    <title>I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T08:50:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T08:50:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Talkshow Host - Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">god, my life's so complicated with love...here is my list of everyone i'm 'involved' with right now...supposedly. according to them.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm pretty sure Becky's my girlfriend...&lt;br /&gt;2. Whom I'm cheating on with Daniela...&lt;br /&gt;3. While at the same time I'm dating Sally...&lt;br /&gt;4. And Holly's my bit on the side...&lt;br /&gt;5. But then Elsie and Lucy have me every Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone help me out? it seems the only person i'm NOT involved with is the one person i am in love with...and you might think you know who that is but you DON'T! Fuck all y'all!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:17772</id>
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    <title>Peg Leg Heather</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T08:36:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T08:36:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Young Hearts Run Free - Kym Mazelle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok i was watching Spiderman 2, and there's this part where Doc Ock is trying to get Spiderman so that he can take him back to Harry Osborne, who will then kill him and in return Doc Ock will get this weirdo stuff that he needs to blow up the city or some crap like that. ANYWAY, back to the point. there's this part where they've been fighting on a train, and all these people are in love with Spiderman when SUDDENLY Doc Ock comes back to get Spiderman (he been away doing villainy stuff) and all these New York citizens stand in front of Spiderman and say: "If you want him you have to go through us!" and i swear that at that moment Paul McCartney (of Beatles fame) pops up and says it too! i wonder if peg leg heather was with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:17543</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-17T15:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T02:34:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T02:34:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>#1 Crush - Garbage</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Say fuck."&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, say: 'Get the fuck out of my house!"&lt;br /&gt;"Get the FUCK out of my house!"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloacina:17187</id>
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    <title>cloacina @ 2004-12-16T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T03:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T03:46:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Promise - The Cure</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well daniela and i wanted to be slutty, so we were. here's our little conversation we had on msn while her parents were out and my parents were out...you get the drift...i'm Boys don't cry and she's Della. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm chesnee&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;im going to make a comment&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;good, biatch. do you have a livejournal?&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;damn you. create one already!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, nah&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck you. i hate you, stoopy little bastard fuck&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;GINGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;wow, im so original&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;bastard fuck shit face go suck a fuck whore &lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;blow me&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;fuckass&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt make alotta sense&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;fuckwit&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;fucking chuck norris&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;ho&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;go fuck yourself&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;fudgepacker&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;my god....i never knew you were that type...well, have fun with that vibrator, cake boy!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm, now which entry to comment on??&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;interesting style of writing, there, fuck boy&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;choices choices&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;like this&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry says:&lt;br /&gt;HA! daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;take that&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;suck on it&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;i need an insult phrase book&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;not till you suck mine first&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;blow me, skank ho&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;oh bella...&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;ho bag&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough* whore&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;cough cough slut&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;whose a skanky skank!!!???&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, daniela? yep, i'm sure that's the answer. she likes to blow strange truck drivers for money&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;no man, dogs all the way&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;go fuck your poor, defenceless dog, daniela, since you like it so much&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;.c'mere chessie....&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later.........&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;mmmnn dog cum&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;you like having dog cum drippin' out of you, don't you, della?&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;y arent i in hardly any of ur entries?&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;care to explain urself?&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;cause you suck...literally&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;man, if prior didnt have aids, i cud have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, daniela, your dirtiness is turning me on  &lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;yueah baby&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean yeah&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;want a piece of this?/&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, spank it&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;do u prefer to be on top??&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're screaming my name, daniela, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;i like to be standing up&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;pressed against a wall&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want, lover&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;in a public place&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;outdoors&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're nekkid, i'm fine. but i get to keep all my clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;thats the way i like it&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;all of them??&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, baby, keep talking dirty&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;no underwear&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin' commando, baby&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;what shud my user name be??&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;keep it g&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;"Will do anything for money"&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;(even topless lap dances)&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;g i said&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;would you care if i posted this on my livejournal?&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;what is g?&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;dude! in front of the kids!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;u know rated g??&lt;br /&gt;Daniela is a big fat greaseball's sexual experimentation says:&lt;br /&gt;della, your dirtiness astounds me! you wanna do it in front of kids!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;i said not!&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;jesus&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;*looks innocent*&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;ur worse than me u little mexican white trah stripper &lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;trah? is that one of your new dirty words?&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;god you're sexy&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;trash&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;im gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;we should go to H-town&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;im not wit ya&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;Hogsmeade...&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;whaty shud b e my name???&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading fanfiction...&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;and i can blow ron&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;um....Daniela: The Sexiest Stripper Ever to Roam the South Island Looking for Strange Truck Drivers to Blow&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;that should be your name&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;it has to be clean&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;think u morange think&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;im waiting ( impatiently ).&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's as clean as i can get.&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;u r stupid&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe...Daniela Sucks...Literally&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;that's not too bad&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;another please&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;cmon&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck...just have dirty swear words&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;my dads home now&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;like Fuck&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;oh shit&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;dont swerar&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;can i no longer talk dirty?&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;fgggfggg&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;ok, baby, i'll talk to you later...&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to lucnh&lt;br /&gt;Will do anything for money (Even topless lap dances) says:&lt;br /&gt;*lunch&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;we can still tlk&lt;br /&gt;  Della   says:&lt;br /&gt;.name!!!</content>
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    <title>Crazy Crazy</title>
    <published>2004-12-14T05:11:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-14T05:11:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">ha! i just got four comments on the post about me being crazy...and all i did was tell the truth! ha! take that all you liars and fakers out there! bella rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sally and i went down to our old school today. there was a very funny conversation that happened between us and some year 8s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 8 #1: *mutters to me* "Ginga"&lt;br /&gt;Year 8 #2: *mutters to me* "Ginga linga" (i will now take the chance to point out the stupidness of this statement. it's stupid.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well I am a ginga so why are you pointing out the obvious?"&lt;br /&gt;Year 8 #1: "I'm not pointing, I'm saying."&lt;br /&gt;Sally: "She's being abstract."&lt;br /&gt;Year 8 #2: "Well what's abstract is the flab on your stomach!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Take a look in the mirror *quietly* fatty."&lt;br /&gt;Year 8 #2: *mutters something incoherently*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We can't hear you."&lt;br /&gt;Sally: "Try speaking a little louder."&lt;br /&gt;Year 8 #1: "You're just saying that cause you can't think of anything to say!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, we actually can't hear you."&lt;br /&gt;Both Year 8s: *mutter incoherently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said to becky, can you say lame-o?</content>
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