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  <title>The Chosen</title>
  <subtitle>Thank god we're hot chicks with superpowers.</subtitle>
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    <name>Buffy</name>
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  <updated>2009-01-12T00:03:39Z</updated>
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    <title>New Blog</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T00:03:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T00:03:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've started a new blog I'm really excited about. If anyone ever sees this&amp;nbsp;please go to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doubledogdaremywillpower.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://doubledogdaremywillpower.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vampyreyes:13493</id>
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    <title>vampyreyes @ 2007-10-06T06:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-06T11:27:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-06T11:27:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Penis</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vampyreyes:13016</id>
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    <title>Mind Control</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T11:49:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T11:49:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...I said I should fucking be in charge...and now I am in charge. I should say more things like that. Hmmm. I am so awesome that I should&amp;nbsp;*fucking* win millions of dollars. Yeah? Lets see if this works. It worked with work. I'm the lead Alley Cat...and now I'm going to be a millionaire. Crazy.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>Here I am World</title>
    <published>2007-08-22T21:42:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-22T21:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so going to get a record deal.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vampyreyes:12507</id>
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    <title>Holy Fuck I'm A Whiney Bitch</title>
    <published>2007-08-19T15:33:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-22T21:41:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Awesome. I just read most of my old posts on here...jesus fing tap dancing whores I'm annoying. I just finished one where I was whining about not being good enough to be an Alley Cat, and now I'm like...fuck it I'm the best one up there...I should freaking be in charge.I don't feel like an ego maniac saying that either&amp;nbsp;because its the&amp;nbsp;truth.&amp;nbsp;I can't believe I'm so different after two years. I mean I'm still a whiney annoying brat, I just whine about different things. Plus I grew some self esteem. I want to go back in time and punch myself. Of course I'll probably be saying this two years from now about this post. Eh. Whatever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah blah I'm a dirty whore.</content>
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    <title>YWABMW</title>
    <published>2007-08-19T14:43:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-19T14:43:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My childhood was horrible. Why do I miss it so much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:vampyreyes:11765</id>
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    <title>everyone I wish I was</title>
    <published>2005-11-24T16:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-24T16:05:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I could be just like you&lt;br /&gt;beyond your lies and your proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be just like you&lt;br /&gt;nobody really needs the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be rainy days&lt;br /&gt;I could escape in the palm of your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be just as free&lt;br /&gt;as long as the cage is kept clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could make power plays&lt;br /&gt;who could ever say no to such a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be tied to your side&lt;br /&gt;and when the rain comes in I'd know where to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could play make believe&lt;br /&gt;my heart will fit right there on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be new again&lt;br /&gt;if there was no me there'd be no need to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your jealousy&lt;br /&gt;just the bend in the plot that no one can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;give a smile and a sparkle and a hand to a thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could share a soul&lt;br /&gt;selling out just never gets old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be just like you...</content>
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    <title>Best Friends.....Forever?</title>
    <published>2005-10-31T13:42:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-31T13:42:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up a few hours ago from a dream that was giant echo of my thoughts lately... I guess thats what dreams are actually, big beautiful echos. Lately I've been thinking, where do friends go? I've had many people come into my life, change me, touch me in ways that no one else could, and just bring things into my life that are what now makes me... me. Theres only one problem with that. Those friends aren't friends anymore. So I get to thinking...How do we end up losing eachother? Have we been rejected? Or did we simply just push them away? There are people who I used to spend every waking hour thinking of or talking to, and now when we see eachother in public there isn't even a simple hello uttered. These are the people who know some of our deepest secrets, our best inside jokes, our most embarassing moments, and we're to scared to make eye contact. Would it be so bad? Are we scared of ruining our memory of who they were with what they are now? I'm never sure what it really is...but I'm really really dying to know how this happened in the first place. How do you just STOP being best friends? Just like that. One day they are your world, and the next they don't even remember your phone number. Do we just get tired? Lazy? Do we really change that much? I keep trying to remember specifics of different people and how we lost touch, but it all just seems to be blurry. I wonder if its like that for them too. I wonder if they get frustrated when we don't say hello or if I've simply just become another unrecognizable face in the crowd. There are people from my past who I think about almost daily, some of them I'm scared of, some I wish would call, some I just want to know are still alive. How can such deep connections just fade away? Was there a fight I don't remember? Did you learn all you needed too and just move on to someone else? People need people to survive, to develop,to stay sane even. So why do we cut these connections? WHY CAN'T THE WHOLE WORLD JUST BE FRIENDS!?!? Damn, I have more questions now than when I started thinking about this. When I'm thinking it just drives me crazy how we can be so cold and forgetful. Things were beautiful... Shouldn't we want to hold onto that? If I had never met you...I wouldn't be the person I am today....that's a big freaking deal. Who would I be? Don't you deserve more than a small glance now. Don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello :)</content>
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    <title>Prozac?</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T08:01:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T08:03:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Uhh...I've probably said a bunch of this shit before, but its just how I feel...again...or maybe I never stopped feeling it...whatever...just deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so...I can't really afford thearpy anymore, or anything else for that matter, so I'm just going to do all my whining here and hope for the best. If you don't like whining you probably don't want to read this...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other day I just can't help but think that I don't belong at my job. Its totally a confidence thing and I'm afraid I may never have any confidence. I try. I think I might have even improved a little, but things still go around in my head...and I'm always holding back. I work with some really talented people, some really outgoing people, and that actually makes me feel worse about myself. I just look around and think "what the hell am I doing here?", and I feel like the audience is thinking the same thing. Its like why is that girl singing that when there is someone who could sing it much better. Its little things like that that keep running me into the ground. I also have outside issues with myself that have been there every since I can remember. I have always had a big problem with my weight, every since I was like 7 or 8. I've always either been too skinny or too fat, and never ever satisfied. I am a walking eating disorder. Fuck it I'm a walking mental patient. I don't know why they ever let me out. I might as well be locked up, I'd probably be happier. I look outside and inside and all I see is icky, no matter what anyone says I'm never going to be good enough for me. I'm surrounded by beautiful people all the time, and I feel like I'm being swallowed whole. Its like I don't matter because I don't add up. When I was little my mom used to tell me I was the most beautiful girl in the world, yes she had her moments, and when I look in the mirror and I don't see the most beautiful girl in the world I feel like I've failed, I feel like I shouldn't show my face because its just a gigantic let down. So I've always had these feelings, they are a part of me no matter how hard I try or what anyone says. Sometimes on stage I want to say something, but I'm frozen. I'm frozen with the fear of rejection I know I deserve. And I get so scared because I think "is this it? Is this all I'm going to ever be?" Just a scared little girl, a failure, an annoyance. Sometimes I think I'd give anything just to go back to my childhood and be able to change things, to stand up to all those kids who called me names, to undo all the damage caused by my mother, to be someone other that this. Maybe no one ever changes. I'm meant to be frozen, I'm meant to be no one. I was given this great chance to have my job, and yes its only a karaoke show, but singing has always been so important to me, maybe thats why not belonging hurts so much...I feel like I can't do what I am so passionate about, and it breaks my heart into pieces. How can I ever have what it takes when negitive self esteem is all I've ever had. I can joke around, and sometimes I can fake it with the best of them, but my head is what keeps me far away from it. What if they don't laugh...what if they don't clap....what if I really am just a big joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr. Also tonight I got cut at like 12 and I didn't even get to work until 7:45. That really really pisses me off because the manager specifically said to cut me! Why me?! I was one of the last people to get there...shouldn't he have cut someone who got there like at 5:45? Doesn't that make more sense? I know he freaking hates me. Everyone is like blah blah he likes everyone. Bullfuckingshit. I was working hard tonight. I don't know what his deal is. I guess he agress with my theory that I don't belong there. Maybe no one likes me. I don't have a best friend, I haven't for years. I keep feeling like everytime anything comes out of my mouth people can't stand it. Like I'm a big huge dork and people only pretend to like me sometimes because they feel bad for me. Well fuck that. I don't know how to be more likeable. I wish I did. I have no people skills. I'm so worried that people are just constantly sitting there judging me that I just shit out of my mouth, or I freeze. I just wanna be loved. I just want to be one of those people that everyone gets excited to see and then runs up to give them a big hug. Heh...thats so silly but It'd just be nice. I just want someone to wonder one day "What is Tiffany up to?" and then maybe give me a call. I'm sure deep down everyone wants these things, they are so simple. Its crazy because there are so many people who I see as better than me and I would do anything to get them to pay attention but I don't want to use anyone. Argg...I'm so off every track. I have no idea where I started. I feel like a giant, like the jolly green ugly ass fat giant. I feel swollen in my own skin, and its not getting anymore comfy. I'm like seasame street...something here is not like the others something here doesn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another job too. I've filled out a couple applications, but nothing yet. We barely have money to cover our bills. I didn't realize how much being an adult was going to suck. I miss Matt being in the air force, that was so nice, and not just because of the good salad on base. Hardeeharhar. If he was still in I could get these damn lymph nodes checked out that have been swollen for 4 months, yes kids 4 months. I try not to touch them because sometimes I just get so scared I start to cry. Sometimes I joke about how it would be ok to have cancer cuz then I might lose some weight, or I could wear cool wigs, but I'm really just terrified. Maybe its nothing. I wont know until I can actually afford to go to the doctor, so everyone cross your fingers. Ok yes I am just a breath of fresh air...I'm going to stop now before I infect everyone else with this negitivity...oh too late? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone :)</content>
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    <title>I peed in your pool</title>
    <published>2005-09-11T11:36:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-11T11:36:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy. I just found out that I have been accepted into Harvard. And Yale. I don't know which to choose... oh, why is life so hard sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had to masturbate twenty times. I'm so horny. Click here to see my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell the world that I'm gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thanks to the academy for giving me this award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, and should stop smoking drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with the &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/livejournal/"&gt;Gregor's Semi-Automatic LiveJournal Updater&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;. Update your journal today!&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>meow</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T11:57:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T11:57:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Post your name and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie/book/fictional character/SOMETHING reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of pudding to wrestle with you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. Well, maybe just me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my favorite memory of you, should I have one yet.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal or plant you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. (Por favor)</content>
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    <title>I am so going through withdrawls</title>
    <published>2005-07-23T11:52:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-23T11:52:36Z</updated>
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    <title>A Hole In The World</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T10:54:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T10:54:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She's turning sour&lt;br /&gt;She's turning blue&lt;br /&gt;Its only flesh that keeps her inside of you&lt;br /&gt;She'll be in your arms fading by the hour&lt;br /&gt;And yes you'll try to save&lt;br /&gt;But time always held the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the way she sways&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that she could stay&lt;br /&gt;Here beside you, bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Tumbling into the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's turning hollow and you're wanting lies&lt;br /&gt;Her soul you find is lost&lt;br /&gt;Her body is all that cries&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the way she thinks&lt;br /&gt;As you watch her last breath sink&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be more true&lt;br /&gt;Inside the shell you're used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the way she sways&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish that she could stay&lt;br /&gt;Here beside you, bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Tumbling into the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gods could find a reason&lt;br /&gt;Inside your circle of treason&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'd sway with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she could stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is dignity at least your final dream came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote that...uhh yay or something</content>
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    <title>sleepy poem song thing</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T09:56:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T09:59:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok I wrote this poem/song thing while I was half way asleep last night. I thought of words and they just kept bugging me and bugging me until I had to finally write them down so I could get all the way to sleep :) So I decided to share since I haven't really written anything in a long while. Don't make fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was just staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Thinking "its ok, these are only my feelings"&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if my heart is really beating anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've just been standing at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake it... this is how&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell me and I'd have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;But it seems I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just living off a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magic and Mirrors its all getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;When it comes around I make it go around&lt;br /&gt;Screaming always seems louder in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was never up to me to keep feeding that spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake it... you show me how&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell me and I'd have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;But it seems we don't know who we are&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just living off a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over in the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;I'd scream 'till you'd scream&lt;br /&gt;You could never understand why I shutter at the light&lt;br /&gt;Fire and red&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the cross&lt;br /&gt;Its only our differences that could never be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake it... like it is now&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell me and I'd have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;But it seems we were always destined to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And Now I'll be forever living off a scar</content>
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    <title>On Call?!?!?!</title>
    <published>2005-07-06T19:36:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T20:18:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok F that...it seems I'm not allowed to be upset in my live journal anymore because I am the most awesomest popularest fucking badassest person ever. The end.</content>
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    <title>I haven't slept for 10 days....cuz that would be too long</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T08:23:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T08:23:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You fuckers go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=19019232&amp;Mytoken=20050619041752"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=19019232&amp;Mytoken=20050619041752&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Stealing</title>
    <published>2005-06-18T06:17:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-18T06:17:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will then tell what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, I'll tell you what it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Put this in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this in someones journal that I don't know and I wanted it all for myself :)&lt;br /&gt;Does my journal seem at all manic depressive to anyone? &lt;br /&gt;Err does anyone even read this shit?</content>
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    <title>ALL THAT JAZZ</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T06:53:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T06:53:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok... I want to get everything out but its all going around so fast I don't even know where to start. I wish there was just some sort of magic that could just fucking fix me, maybe some magic pill or potion that makes everything ok, and me ok with myself for once in my damned life. I try and try to self analyze but I'm not really sure why I'm like this, why I hate me. I'm not even sure if I'm a real person anymore. Do I have a personality? Sometimes I think I'm too busy looking to other people to see how to act I get completely lost. I AM NEVER FUCKING COMFORTABLE! I hate my skin, my clothes, my body, my teeth, my eye sight, my hearing, my voice, my thoughts, my feelings it just all makes my skin crawl. God, I just want to vomit!  So, I got this new job as an alley cat, and my job is to entertain, dance around,sing, be silly , and have a good time. I'M FUCKING PETRIFIED!!! I'm not the greatest dancer, but I feel like I can hardly move. I feel like everyone is pointing and staring and laughing, or maybe they aren't paying attention at all! Maybe I'm mother fucking invisible!!!! How can you entertain when you're invisible?!?! And who the hell wants to be invisible!?!? I might be having a mental breakdown sometime soon. I feel so damned inferior to EVERYONE! I sure picked a bad time to quit taking my medicine, but I don't want to blame it on that. Its all in my head right? I never feel good enough for anything. Do people even like me? I think I might be a little annoying, or maybe a lot annoying. Maybe I smell or have bad hair or I'm fat or I act like an ass or I tell bad jokes that no one gets. Why does all this shit constantly run through my head? I don't mean to be a whiney bitch but whatthefuckever. I'm good enough I'm smart enough and god damnit why don't people like me? Today I couldn't even introduce someone singing a song....how god damned witty do you have to be for that? I'm just BLANK. This is my reward for being an anti social nerd with absolutely no social life whatsoever. I need to figure out who I am and let go with that...Does anyone know?! At All? I can't even remember if I'm funny anymore because there is no one to laugh when I tell a joke. dskiahjf;dlkfj;lskdjf;lkasj AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh I'm done for now...there's just too much in here for me to translate it all :(</content>
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    <title>Hello Skimpy Outfits and Singing For M O N E Y</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T04:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-14T04:28:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I am officially an Alley Cat! I was so happy when I got the call, it was kind of crazy. When the guy called I was asleep and I was actually dreaming that I had just gotten a call telling me that they wanted me for the job. I think that was my first prophetic dream, the first one that was literal anyways. When I was told they wanted me I was like AWESOME and I proceeded to jump up and down around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I had done well at the audition but I never know what other people are thinking I mean really, how can you? I have such a horrible confidence issue. I'm trying to do the self-talking thing and its working a bit, I just need to realize that people can only hurt me or effect me if I let them. I always feel like I'm awkward...looking...sounding...feeling and it makes me horribly uncomfortable. I'm so fucking self deprecating its pathetic, anything I can say thats good about myself I can turn around of think of something that makes it invalid and even worse. Maybe this job will help a little. I just hope I don't freeze up.</content>
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    <title>vampyreyes @ 2005-06-11T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-12T04:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T05:09:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Unipolar Depression&lt;/b&gt;. Congraulations! You are depressed! You know just how it feels to bear all the world's burdens, and the value of a 19-hour night's sleep. And you really hate that circle-guy thing on your Zoloft pill packets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Unipolar Depression&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Eating Disorders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="8" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;8%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Schizophrenia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=826"&gt;Which mental disorder do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is correct but a little off...I don't take Zoloft anymore...it made me a bitch...now its Celexa...yum&lt;br /&gt;Also I've actually been diagnosed with the top three I scored in at some point during my life...CrAzY</content>
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    <title>irish princess barbie</title>
    <published>2005-06-12T03:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T03:57:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1109635622a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/b&gt;. You are most like Lindsay Lohan... (some simliar feautures NOT IDENTICAL)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Pamela Anderson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;Ashlee Simpson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;25%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=9510"&gt;What Celebrity Could Be Your Twin!? (Awesome!!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>RED NECK WOMAN!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T06:14:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T03:22:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On Sunday I am going to try out to be an alley cat at Grahams, again. The first time I tried out the lead person said she really liked my voice but they didn't need to hire a girl then. So I've had a preview of what its like to audition which is good, but I need to learn some country music, which isnt as good. :) I'm trying to figure out what country songs are popular and what not so I'll know what they have. I've been trying to learn red neck woman, its actually kind of a fun song( don't tell) but I don't know about the other stuff. I'd really really really really love to work there though because, hello, its singing! My all time favorite thing and to get payed for it would be the awesomest of the awesome! I don't think the new lead guy liked me last time though so that really worries me. He said I needed to do faster songs, but he wouldn't say it to my face so I could actually do faster songs! I can't change if I don't know what needs to be changed you know? But I feel good because now I know what he expects. I just hope I wont get up there and be petrified and not be able to move around. I need some confidence, stat! Last time I just stood there because I'm so freaking scared of what people think its fucking pathetic. So I'm trying to talk myself into letting go and telling myself no one else matters and I can let go, hopefully that'll work, otherwise I'm just a crazy loser talking to myself :) Wish me luck or leg breaking and whatnot!</content>
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    <title>Do you like the way I rock it....</title>
    <published>2005-06-10T07:13:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-10T07:14:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">[[ f i r s t s ]]&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Tabitha Held&lt;br /&gt;First break-up: Sean Christopher Callaway&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: finechick57....lmfao I sucked at being in 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased album: I really have no idea...possibly Hanson...noooo...wait...yesss....hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: That one with the dead guy&lt;br /&gt;First pets: piewacket joe? el gato&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: I had my ears pierced when I was 5 and I have yet to find a tatto0 that doesn't look trashy on a girl&lt;br /&gt;First true love: I'm still not sure of this one maybe Adam?&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: MY MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;First big trip: Californication&lt;br /&gt;First music you remember: Metallica...my mom still thinks she's cool&lt;br /&gt;[[ l a s t s ]]&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: At my cousin Valen's apartment where I thought I was going to die from inhaling fire&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: Earlier? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: Like 2 hours ago probably&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: Last week I think, I've been kind of a baby lately since we are about to be poor and all...poorness sucks...I want to be rich white trash&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: I think it was Star Wars...but I was really to drunk to tell you what happened only that I don't really give a fuck what happend because it was fucking Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Water...mMm&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: A weight watchers GIANT...oh and they stress the word GIANT sunday cone thingee&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: Matt...my husband&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: I called Ramie to tell him to audition for alley cats with me, he was drinking of course, he told me he loves me...ha&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: I don't take showers&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: My dirty ass walmart pink flip flops&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: Well I bought Meal Worms....YUMMMMMMMY&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: Waking up&lt;br /&gt;Last time wanting to die: Probably sometime earlier today...thats usually when it happens&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: Earlier...I accidently bought a shirt because I forgot we're poor now&lt;br /&gt;[[ r e l a t i o n s h i p s ]]&lt;br /&gt;Who are your best friends? If I have to put names I will but I honestly don't really have best friends...well Matts my best friend but he's also my husband...does that count?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No...none of that is allowed&lt;br /&gt;[[ s p e c i f i c s ]]&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs? Only those that are prescribed to me...or to my mother if she decides to give them to me&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use? Dove moisturizing salty goodness&lt;br /&gt;What are you most scared of? ghosts....and damn birds hitting my car windshield...sometimes I actually try to duck when I see a bird...that'll save me&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now? The cats kicking eachothers asses&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married? I got married at the cactus hotel...I looked fat&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about yourself? I would make me skinny and much much much more confident&lt;br /&gt;[[ h a v e | y o u | e v e r ]]&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath? Does a cat count? CATS LOVE BATHS!!! You should try it!&lt;br /&gt;Smoked? yes but I didn't inhale!&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped? noppers&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw up? No but I was told my a doctor that I did, what a smart guy&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped? no&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love? I am&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? Thats the only reason I graduated High School...&lt;br /&gt;Pictured your crush naked? I guess I've never really been that lusty&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died? I cried when Buffy died...I still do sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Lied? me?!&lt;br /&gt;Fallen for your best friend? omg yes...and it was so stressful talking to him everyday and wanting to say something but never being able to...I don't really remember who said something first but we did end up going out&lt;br /&gt;Been rejected? Most certianly&lt;br /&gt;Rejected someone? Its kinda hard not to...&lt;br /&gt;Used someone? only for eggs&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret? Almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[[ n u m b e r ]]&lt;br /&gt;Of times i have had my heart broken: only a few dozen times&lt;br /&gt;Of hearts i have broken: billions...lol yeah right&lt;br /&gt;Of guys i've kissed: I think its like 18 or 20 its too late for math&lt;br /&gt;Of girls i've kissed: One, drunken lesbian kisses are the fucking best!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of continents i have lived in: 1&lt;br /&gt;Of tight friends: can I count my cats too?&lt;br /&gt;Of cds i own: a bunch...they are mostly britney spears though&lt;br /&gt;Of scars on my body: pfft...I have sugar gliders...they have sharp nails...I look diseased&lt;br /&gt;[[ f i n a l | q u e s t i o n s ]]&lt;br /&gt;Gold or Silver: silver...unless its white gold...can it be white gold?&lt;br /&gt;Who would you love being locked in a room with: Matt...or Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Could you live without your computer: I doubt it...I'd feel disconnected and go crazy&lt;br /&gt;Would you color your hair: I really need to...I kinda want to go back to blonde...maybe not all the way...maybe just a ton of blonde streaks...I feel blonde...go figure&lt;br /&gt;Habla espanol: tengo el gato in los pantelones&lt;br /&gt;Drink alcohol: Fruity Alcohol only&lt;br /&gt;Like watching sunrises or sunsets: Sunsets are better&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most: Having your heart broken...and my fucking ribs yesterday...god damnit</content>
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    <title>Would You Like Panties With That?</title>
    <published>2005-05-24T02:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-24T02:17:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I just got a job at Victoria's Secret, I start on Thursday at 10. I'm pretty excited! I have to dress all nice-like and stuff which could be interesting...could be uncomfortable...whatever... I hope I do well so I can stay on passed the summer. I also hope Matt gets to stay in the Air Force cause lord knows I wont be able to support us just by working there. That stresses me out sooooo bad, I've tried not to really think about it but it pops up. His review meeting thingee to decide whether or not he gets to stay in is on June 1st and it just seems like a freaking eternity. I could f-ing scream, but whatever. I just hope they realize that people make mistakes and that he is truly an *asset* to the air force because *ahem* he has a high maintenance wife who really appreciates not being poor. :) Thats a good enough reason not to kick him out, I think anyways...</content>
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    <title>Ethiopian Hooker</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T05:41:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T05:46:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I used to want to make out with Lindsay Lohan, now I just want to buy her a big giant hamburger. She needs to know its not hot to look like a dying diseased ethiopian ally mcbeal skeleton mischa barton cancer patient olsen twin drug addict malnourished homeless breakable crack fiend person thing. You were so hot what the hell is wrong with you?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/vampyreyes/anorexia.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/vampyreyes/healthy3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; Yum! &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/vampyreyes/healthy2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay &lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y96/vampyreyes/healthy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;</content>
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