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  <title>a fallen star that you cannot live without.</title>
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  <title>tonight im in the mood for some unschedueled affection</title>
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  <description>new year, new journal guys. feel the sage francis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blacksweatshirt.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;black sweatshirt&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 11:56:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>in every corner</title>
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  <description>id love to update now and say im honestly ok. but im not, im just miserable, end of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im tollerable miserable, so its ok. i went to see beyond all reason last evening cuz my mates boyfriends band were supporting, and they were really good. BAR were just as shit as they were a year ago when i saw VC support them, some band are just...ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im b0red. have a quiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*New Years Survey*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;So, are you excited for the new year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;not, itll be as shit as the last one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;What was your favorite thing about this past year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;ooooo, i dunno, alot of good stuff happened, dowload/leeds fest, i moved out, went to london, went to greenok, done loads of good stuff. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Who was your best friend(s)?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; well it started out as like caz and hb and nikki &amp;co, i guess, but im a wanker, and i gradually moved into hanging out with oddball and dave and ben and just smoking weed &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you fall in love this year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i fell in love all over again with the same person, it was nice. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you get your heart broken?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeaah, its good for me though right? makes me a stronger person. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you get a new car?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i wish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Go somewhere exciting?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i wouldnt go as far as exciting. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you have a resolution for this year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i didnt actually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you keep it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you dye your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah, nuff colours, red, bonde, brown, black, purple.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Lose any friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah :( s&apos;my fault tho.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Make any?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeaaahhhh, college is ace now, tiff, roary, amy etc. &amp;d &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;How much do you think you changed?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;probably quite a bit, a bit more than id like to think, but im still pretty much the same really deep down, i dont have the heart to change that much. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you grow any?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i shrunk, lost about 2 stone or summert gay like that. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;What month was your birthday?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;november &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Was it special?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah! i had a peoper wicked time with all my ladies. and i enjoyed star for once! good times all round. + sexy italian food. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;How were you in school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i little cunt man, i left all my work till the last minuet, but still managed to pull of decent grades. im a little better...im really not any better now im at college.  :( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Do anything you regret alot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;oh can we not get into this on right now? im trying not to think about all thr flaws in my life for a while. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Anything you regret NOT doing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;my biggest regret, and the person it includes knows what it is. and i hate myself for not doing it :( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Was it a leap year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;nah man, sack that &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;What are you most thankful for this year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;all my friends and family being well, getting into college, getting a decent job, things have panned out well that way.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did anyone you love die this year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;How many significant others did you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;just one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Did you get in trouble alot?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;um, yeah i think. io remember being shouted at alot &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Who are you going to kiss at midnight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;fuck knows man. i aint just kissing any old miger at this party, i bet theres gonna be some right munters there.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Who do you WANT to kiss at midnight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;like i sai, lets not get into this. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;What is your resolution for next year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;to not smok weed through the week, and actually do my work instead. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Who&apos;s house are you going to party at?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;josh&apos;s i think. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Going to watch the ball drop on TV?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no, because im not some big fat american. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;Will this year be better than last year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/S95256/*New_Years_Survey*.html&quot; title=&quot;*New Years Survey*&quot;&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/surveys&quot; title=&quot;Bzoink Surveys&quot;&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com&quot; title=&quot;Bzoink&quot;&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt; - The Original Survey Site&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 21:01:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this is the city of god</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;8pt&quot;&gt;oh my god, ive had the best day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was a really good day in general, the best in a long time, i just had  a laugh wqith people, saw hb, which is good because we havent chatted in aaages. we went to see the davil wear prada. which has made me decide that thats what i want to do, i want to start out at the bottom fetching coffee for nurotic bitches, and then make it to the top, and if that wasnt the biggest career boost, here what happened walking to the bus stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im walking down briggate, and theres all these red carpets and shit outside, so i walked up to this guy with a massive camera, and asked what was going on. &quot;oh its this 10th bitchday thing for harvey nichols&quot;, so i hung around for a while, chatted with some other guys and stuff about their photography work, when i hear Dita Von Tease was there earlier, and in the evening was doing a privtae berlesk dance thing for the people inside. anyway, then this woman comes out and say, alright were let you guys in now, so all these photographers start walking down to the gates, so im like what the hell, ill try and blag my way in. so did, i stood behind this guy andy, and when  got to the front, im lik &quot;yeah, im andy studds assistant&quot; and adnsy like yeah yeah she is, and this woman lets me in! so im stood in the paparazi bit, taking photos on my little 35 mm, black and white manual, of old celebs and soap stars and crap, shouting &apos;to the left love&apos; and all this shit. when the woman comes back and shes like, &apos;oh were beinging dita back round for another entrance!&apos;, fuck me, so they like opened up out barrier and let us into the foyer, and i stood there, at the front, photographing DITA VON TEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111, im 16, and i have dita von tease in my portfolio, sriously guys, lifes fucking begining already, and i love the way it feels!</description>
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