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  <title>all dressed up with no where to go</title>
  <subtitle>a black hole of nonsense</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>sara.</name>
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  <updated>2005-12-05T04:06:39Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:22142</id>
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    <title>more for me than anyone else...</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T04:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T04:06:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">UNTIL I COME HOME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE SIX PAGE RESEARCH PAPER&lt;br /&gt;READ PHILADELPHIA FIRE&lt;br /&gt;READ FOOLS CROW&lt;br /&gt;READ TRACKS&lt;br /&gt;READ IN THE TIME OF THE BUTTERFLIES&lt;br /&gt;ONE ASTRONOMY FINAL&lt;br /&gt;ONE NONFICTION MEMOIR&lt;br /&gt;ONE LIT FINAL&lt;br /&gt;ONE JOURNALISM QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;ONE JOURNALISM FINAL&lt;br /&gt;ONE Y-BUDDIES MEETING&lt;br /&gt;ONE POEM&lt;br /&gt;ONE LETTER&lt;br /&gt;ONE STORY&lt;br /&gt;ONE EXTRA CREDIT ASSIGNMENT&lt;br /&gt;ONE MEETING WITH MY TA&lt;br /&gt;..A HECK OF A LOT MORE READING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND VOILA! CHRISTMAS!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:21852</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-09-26T19:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T00:32:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T00:32:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok any one who reads this from the old soco boards (probably no one).. could you send me some something corporate rarities.. i don't even have konstantine on this computer!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:20149</id>
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    <title>OMG, SUMMER CAN BITE THE BIG ONE.</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T19:06:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T19:06:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ganked a background picture from getty images.. Doo dee doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My itrip came today, but still no iPOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the fair tonight (creepy carny's.. ahh)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:18813</id>
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    <title>feeling especially weird tonight.</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T05:32:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T05:33:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://asmallvictory.net/archives/fozzie.jpe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WOCKA WOCKA WOCKA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs the FONZIE, when you got the FOZZIE? eh, eh, eh????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(make sure I never touch alcohol or drugs. I'm crazy enough already.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:17992</id>
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    <title>techies? anywhere??</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T19:52:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T19:52:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, I need a laptop for next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBOOK? DELL? Noting over 1500 for sure. preferabbly around 1000-1200 or cheaper.. (I get discounts on IBM, Dell, and Apple through the u of m).. What do you all reccomend??</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:16621</id>
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    <title>Mmm mm, cheap vanilla wafers!</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T04:03:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T04:03:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/mixxedup/onlyfriends.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right Ross, Chandler, Rachel, Monica, Joey, and Phoebe only! Err, I mean FRIENDS ONLY. Mostly because I'm paranoid. Comment to be added.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:16306</id>
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    <title>Country Music.. Tsk, tsk, tsk.</title>
    <published>2005-04-24T18:55:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-24T23:13:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My parents are watching CMT... hahaha. My Dad talks like a hick. "How long you gotta cook them ribs!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This end of high school stuff is a bit overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" bgcolor="#FFE6E8"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your Boobies' Names Are: &lt;b&gt;Mork and Mindy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/boobiename.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Boobie Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:16033</id>
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    <title>Remind me to call my therapist.</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T20:16:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T20:18:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THE SANDLOT 2!? WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at two today. Yikes. Okay, so I'm still really tired, I have a headache, and I feel extremely weak. Anyone know what I'm talkin about? Just when you feel like absolute crap and you have no motivation to do all the stuff you should be? I haven't taken my medicine in a long time... Maybe that's it!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory about myself. I'm never ever going to have a relationship  beyond friendship with the opposite sex. I will die never even being kissed. That would be so depressing for me, to never have kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of the future. I don't believe in myself at all. I've shown no signs of changing. I just got my report card... Not good. Hopefully I don't get kicked out of the liberal arts program when they see my transcript.. Shit. Doubt it, though. Thank goodness for standardized tests ie ACTs. They save lazy, confused, messed up people like me from never getting in to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my journal entries, you could probably never believe I want to be a writer, eh? Oh well, I promise my stuff is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self esteem has been through the floor lately. I need to fix that and shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:15659</id>
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    <title>some will stand and some will leap</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T05:12:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T05:12:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Forgot how much I loved this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a shower or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:15560</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-04-21T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T20:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T22:40:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sitting around in my prom dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to take pictures but my arch enemy (aka my mom) has once again kidnapped MY camera. Operation find a hiding spot for it is now in action. GAHHHHHHH. It wouldn't piss me off so much if she had bought it for me .. but no.. she had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents have always done this to me.. They steal money from me. My mom drained 1200 bucks from my savings account. Now I have 25 dollars in there. I didn't spend a whole summer being a nanny for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I didn't mean for this to turn in to a rant but I cannnnnnnnnnnot wait to leave this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it make you mad if you worked and worked and had barely anything to show for it.. Because you're mom is a huge psychopathic bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHH.. I've gone and got myself all worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:: I kind of like this new LJ look I'm sportin'.. However typical it may be</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:15327</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-04-14T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T19:34:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T19:34:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Prom dress, oh prom dress I shall never find thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluefly.speedera.net/www.bluefly.com/media/images/assortments/global/041305_DressesSuits/0413_dress_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture. It looks like the guy is like "dance for me hooooooookarrrrr". I believe we are witnessing soemthing illegal. Oh, bluefly.com when will you clean your act up. Hrmmph. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I have been finally getting enough energy to do some stuff. One of those things is branching out on my musical tastes. I want my taste in everything to always be growing. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Milk Hotel is good :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoticons, YOU HAVE TAKEN ME OVER. DAMN YOU. A big damn you to "the boy" too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:14848</id>
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    <title>lifes a train..</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T00:26:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T00:26:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://akamai.kasper.com/images/spring05/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that kasper ad.. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Blah.. I haven't been out of my house all day. I suppose it's not that big of a deal as it is currently rainy. I love the rain. I LOVE THUNDERSTORMS. I think they are very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are romantic. A quite unintelligent list sporadically compiled by myself righhhht now.&lt;br /&gt;1. Thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;2. White cake with oodles of pink frosting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading aloud a passage from a book or a poem.&lt;br /&gt;4. Acoustic guitars.&lt;br /&gt;5. Floral prints (not old lady couch floral prints)&lt;br /&gt;6. Big sunglasses and head scarves.&lt;br /&gt;7. Puddles.&lt;br /&gt;8. The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;9. Emulating movies/books.. Well good movies/books.&lt;br /&gt;10. Banana pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Showing up unannounced on my doorstep to profess your love for me/to ask me out/kiss me. When will this happen!?!?&lt;br /&gt;12. The font "Georgia"&lt;br /&gt;13. Italics.&lt;br /&gt;14. Love notes (duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among many other things.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:14480</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-04-11T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T04:02:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T04:02:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to..oh how do you say it.. "grow a pair" as most crude adolescents would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmmph. Confidence.. One day.. YE SHALL BE MINE!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:14195</id>
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    <title>plato's cave is full of freaks.........</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T23:25:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T23:25:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is it "significant others", dating, the opposite sex or perhaps the same sex does to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never used to go out on school nights, could never "hang out" on Sundays, didn't want to go out for lunch. Then wam bam thank you m'am, boys come along. Tuesday we're going out for coffee, Wednesday we're talking in park, Friday we're going to a movie..Sunday afternoon we'll go out for dinner. Blow off your friends, forget your morals, screw your parents..TEENAGE LOVE IS IN TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel happens in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, Dad's calling me to eat...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:14009</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-04-07T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T02:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T02:46:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She changes your mind when you see the joy in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;She draws your eyes from all the things that&lt;br /&gt;have made you numb and makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;If I could open up my heart and let her out&lt;br /&gt;I would never have to sing her name aloud.&lt;br /&gt;It was your "hello" that kept me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;every word and you "good-bye" that keeps me listening&lt;br /&gt;for your voice around each corner.&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing songs to help me stay up all night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing songs and hope you're listening&lt;br /&gt;carefully and know exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;It's the song you must seek out when your&lt;br /&gt;night has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;In the distance you can find the lips from&lt;br /&gt;which was sung a melody.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:13756</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-04-06T09:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T14:25:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T14:25:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"...that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:13454</id>
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    <title>Screaming out the window at the stars.</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T14:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T17:45:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://delivery.gettyimages.com/comp/200133045-004.jpg?x=x&amp;amp;dasite=gettyimages&amp;amp;ef=2&amp;amp;ev=1&amp;amp;dareq=C760644A8005A5D55072D27D8CD72B90B61FA749AAB6D87D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping school, eff me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world is a beautiful place. One day I'm gonna contribute to this planet. Mmmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, movies, songs, any kind of art. All of this I've surrounded myself has allowed me to harbor my hopeless romanticism. I'm not sure if anything will ever live up to the expectations I've built up for love. I'm so afraid I will never be loved.. Never be &lt;i&gt; in love&lt;/i&gt;. When you're own mother tells  you she doesn't really love you... That's scary. I'm afraid... But hey "live in love not in fear". I'm one messed up adolescent... Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you oh so well, like a kid loves candy and fresh snow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..her hair is &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; a mess"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chances we take, they're not yours, they're not mine.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... cause the world is awake for somebody's sake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we've got this afternoon..." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll say ..'the world has come between us'.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"KISS ME!!!!!!!!! DOWN BY THE BROKEN TREEHOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..so pleaaase, take what's left of this heart and use.. please use only what you really need"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-jp.amazon.com/images/P/B000065EA4.09.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be certain that I will fall hard for every musician I meet.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:13083</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-04-03T19:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T00:07:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T03:14:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sung to the tune of my boyfriends back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is back in town and it really sucks a big one&lt;br /&gt;hey ya hey ya&lt;br /&gt;go back now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:12843</id>
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    <title>winnnttttterr toooo spring.</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T00:43:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T00:43:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">!)*#@*&amp;@UJFSOIU()!*#(@&amp;#&amp;$(@*)(!@)SJKLA:K!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to feel anything but overwhelmed.. I felt happy for a bit of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fock I screw everything up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:12674</id>
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    <title>ahah dumb girl that i am..</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T21:07:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-31T21:07:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">prom dress shopping sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a seamstress.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:12487</id>
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    <title>fock.</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T03:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-29T03:59:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Atleast I can hold on to hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense." - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add some happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/121304/fish-cant-smell.gif"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:12251</id>
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    <title>25 songs IN MY PANTS. lmao</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T06:19:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T06:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay. So, just like it said on Mags's site.. I randomized my playlist took the first 25 songs and then put "in my pants after them" .. Then I bolded my favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Sorta Fairytale In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;2. Breakdown In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;3. I Do In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;4. Plug in Baby In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Like A Virgin In My Pants &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Across the Universe In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;7. Cocoon In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;8. No Lies, Just Love In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;9. Holiday In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;10. Feeling Good In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;11. You Make Me So Very Happy In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;12. Do You Remember In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;13. Collide In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. As You Sleep In My Pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. This Boy In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Don't Speak In My Pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your Song In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;18. Inaudible Melodies In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;19. Dress You Up In My Love In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;20. Just Died In Your Arms Tonight In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Take It East (Love Nothing) In My Pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Coffee In My Pants &lt;br /&gt;23. Banana Pancakes In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;24. April Fools In My Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Instant Pleasure In My Pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "..and it's got to be strong to touch my heart through it's shell..."&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:11780</id>
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    <title>ahhh.</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T07:16:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T07:16:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.mcarecords.com/MCAImageUpload/1031971-Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufus, will you marry me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:11625</id>
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    <title>It's frickin freezin in here!</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T00:46:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T00:46:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=1588" alt="I am 13% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTMARES. I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get how I managed to have this boy like me. Drugs? Mayhaps..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:waxpaper:11333</id>
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    <title>waxpaper @ 2005-03-23T09:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T15:47:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T15:47:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so apparently when I have a panic attack my dad's method of dealing with  it .. Is saying whats wrong whats wrong with you? Oh, I think I know better than you what this is like. I'm going to slam my fist and when you go running away I'll come after you screaming and grabbing at you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the beginning.</content>
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