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  <title>a little bit to the left, shorty</title>
  <subtitle>she gets plenty</subtitle>
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    <name>rose</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-27T19:49:58Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:139543</id>
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    <title>it's called a swoop and squat</title>
    <published>2006-03-27T19:49:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-27T19:49:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've been watching the gauntlet II for the past 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially a waste of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for london. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to pay electric bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to not be broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need motivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:139491</id>
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    <title>forget all your technicolor dreams</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T00:03:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T00:03:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. nothing will stick to my walls&lt;br /&gt;2. sondre lerche is exactly what has been missing from my life</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:139150</id>
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    <title>steamed,  cleaned, and spotless</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T16:39:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T16:39:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">leaving ohio in  4  hours, and, for the first time since i can remember, i'm actually a little sad to be leaving. i mean, i'm  more than ready to go back, but i still feel a little hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the people, or maybe it's because i don't actually know when i'll be back here, which is a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than  that, my feet are cold, my hair is wet, and nothing is packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's not too cold back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:138898</id>
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    <title>myra's ghetto fabulous. minus the fabulous</title>
    <published>2006-01-05T06:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T06:19:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there's a gay next on and it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from playing pool in fairborn with jared, john, glenn, noah, and ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, played poker at what is now martin and ben's apartment. met jesse's girlfriend. she's adorable and i'm really glad they're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww, these boys are really adorable, and now there are lezzies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww, this girl is a straight up ho. actually, all of them are, and there's some wicked busted renn fair goth girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also..got a new id today with camel. jesus life in ohio is boring, but annie's coming back tomorrow and we're  easily drinking 40's like the old days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: okay, so seriously, these girls are not gay. this is becoming a recurring pattern.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:138423</id>
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    <title>sepcial recognition....</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T17:39:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T17:39:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">watching the glaad media awards on  logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruce vilanch is presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wegotbruce.com/weblog/images/5727a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure  how  i feel about him....or his  face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to barnes and noble with aimless in a little bit. i guess i should put some  clothes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is new years, and for the first time in years i, a) have a resolution and b) might  actually be able to keep it. i'm just gonna drink more water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up, it's  totally good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...must find socks...and sweater..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:138018</id>
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    <title>eros  in aries</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T05:29:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T05:29:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"They often prefer to do the pursuing in relationships and may be addicted to the conquest. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch...probably true</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:137871</id>
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    <title>furiousrose @ 2005-12-25T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T20:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T20:25:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've used half a dozen q tips in the past two days and  my ears still feel dirty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daisy got me  the  readymade DIY book. it's pretty brilliant;  i can't wait to make a beer can room divider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching a  documentary on gay rodeo on logo. god bless gay tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go smoke a smig....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:137525</id>
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    <title>year in review</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T03:06:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-14T03:06:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">January:&lt;br /&gt;drinking gin and tonics out of my pink barbie cup with rubber figurines on top and being made fun of by everyone for being a granny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why i've been putting up with it for so long, but then i remember that i'm a big awkward dork and really couldn't do without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:&lt;br /&gt;today i saw three fat freckled little boys on the t and realized that if i had kids that ugly i'd put them in the dumpster behind planned parenthood. it's probably a good thing i'm a homo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stop sleeping with people you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. stop hating the people you sleep with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stop falling for/sleeping with straight girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. stop eating like a 12 year old boy (no more hangover hamburgers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. start doing your homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. learn to leave gracefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. stop listening to depressing music and then wondering why you feel sad all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. stop getting yourself in trouble just for the fun of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. start flossing regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ignore rule number 8. life's not fun without trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in boston, brooklyn i miss you. i suppose the grass is always greener, or at least more alcohol soaked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two two-liters of wine and a bally later and i'm back in the but computer lab counting down to the l word and walking alone down these sterile streets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing boston has going for it is the fact that it's not ohio, though even now i'm starting to miss the cornfields and quiet of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more months, then i'll be back at the carnival, covered in grease and sweat and advances from thirteen year old girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (had to do the whole thing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May:&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm officially a homewrecker. funny that, in all my years of slutting around i'd never actually ruined someone else's relationship. i feel kinda bad about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June:&lt;br /&gt;drama drama drama&lt;br /&gt;tweakers tweakers tweakers&lt;br /&gt;lots of showers + lily of the valley body wash&lt;br /&gt;iced coffee iced coffee iced coffee&lt;br /&gt;slept twice before the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;drove and drove and drove&lt;br /&gt;losing cigs left and right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:&lt;br /&gt;i want to come back with sand in my belly button and no more kinks in my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;california here i come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;ain't got nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September:&lt;br /&gt;i've been drawing spirals and staircases leading nowhere and drinking countless cocktails and speaking esoterically and now, more than ever, i feel like an art student, and i'm not sure how i feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made new friends but lost out on m.i.a. tickets which makes me feel like dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ikea cookware is so inspiring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;br /&gt;...i'm terribly distracted which i suppose is a metaphor for the rest of my life. oh m. what am i going to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November:&lt;br /&gt;i had to execute a mouse today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design exhibit=over&lt;br /&gt;bank account=empty&lt;br /&gt;rose=really high&lt;br /&gt;bladder=really full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 3 mos...crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>whole lot of magic</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T23:22:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-10T23:22:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">watching the warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy messaged me on myspace offering me $150 for a one hour massage. we've come to a general consensus that "one-hour massage" really means hooking,as he could go to a professional masseuse for less and he's like,the 8th guy to  message me asking me this. which brings me to the following points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: what about my CLEARLY GAY profile suggest that i am, or have any interest in being, a hooker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: i'm totally worth way more than $150 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, finished valencia yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started me talk pretty one today. how does one family get so brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wrist is starting to hurt. we're having beers tonight. &lt;br /&gt;i broke down and bought a pair of  jeans  at UO. they were on sale and wicked cute and i really can't afford to be buying new clothes, but i was having a day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i've decided i'm going to start a street gang, just so i can walk around with a bunch of people in matching outfits and play with butterfly knives. but that probably won't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my keyboard is mad jacked. and i need to clean. and find someone to buy some booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>of mice and matthew</title>
    <published>2005-11-03T23:43:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-03T23:43:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had to execute a mouse today. it was just a little baby mouse and it's leg was all mangled. i didn't know what to do so i took it outside and curbstomped it in front of these two guys in my building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel horrible. i hate mouse traps. i hate killing mice. i like mice, and i don't really care if they eat a little bit of my crumbs. or if they give me diseases or whatevs. for all i know that could've been the little boy from the witches, or some great saint  reincarnated.... or just a mouse...i'm totally going to hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "women, you can't beat em" shirt came today and i'm waring it. it makes me feel a little bit better about murdering that mouse. but...it would've been crippled for life so i guess i couldn't really do anything for it. i've still got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also need new guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, matthew is the biggest hypocrite of a hippie animal lover ever. he replaced our humane mousetraps with those ugly snap ones when the pest guy came today. he's selectively vegetarian because he doesn't like the way animals are treated in the meat industry (only eats cage free) yet he eats eggs indiscriminantly, eats HOT DOGS, and laughed when lindsay told him i had to stomp that little mouses lights out...asshole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.i suppose that's a lot of fuss about a little mouse....and i have work to doo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>old world underground</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T14:53:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-03T14:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">watching martha stewart. whoopi goldberg is playing poker with a bunch of smallchildren and it makes no sense. my tummy is rumbly and i ate vienna fingers for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found joanna hanby on facebook. how bizarre. i haven't seen her in probably 10 years. our families were friends and we went to go  see them in ct once, they still send us christmas cards every year. she goes to  richmond now. i wonder if she'll remember who i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw metric last night w/ j. OMG, it  was such an amazing show. they dimmed all the lights except for this rope light on the drumset when they played calculation theme. i couldn't breath. i got a really cute shirt and a poster, which made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was having a heart attack all day yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much work to do and i just don't care  for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martha stewart 's talking about whoopi getting toasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now they're making coasters and i'm terribly distracted which i suppose is a metaphor for the rest of my life. oh m. what am i going to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>i better go catch it</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T05:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T05:43:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">saw margaret cho last  week, amazing&lt;br /&gt;dyke party was also rather  out of control&lt;br /&gt;seeing metric on sunday&lt;br /&gt;hopefully going to new orleans or mississippi thanksgiving break to  help red cross with sylvi, yianni, ahmed and as many as we scrounge up&lt;br /&gt;got an  amazing gift from pirate pants&lt;br /&gt;read  chekhov's letter's  last night, discussed them w/ eve  this morning. she's a genius,  and the funniest, frumpiest, bitterest academic lesbian i've ever met  in my life&lt;br /&gt;did laundry in my creepster 8mm basement&lt;br /&gt;made arros con pollo for dinner tonight (ikea cookware  is so inspiring)&lt;br /&gt;dirt mcgirt might be here next semester&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are on fire&lt;br /&gt;ready for bed, hang tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;mu117 is the dryest class i've ever been in...ever. dirty mccurdy was more interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>oh the places you'll go</title>
    <published>2005-09-16T06:21:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-16T06:21:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=CACTDCDEFLILINKYMDMAMIMNNJNYNCOHPASCTXVAWV"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visitedstates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/googlehacks"&gt;check out these Google Hacks.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>on the theatre of revolt...</title>
    <published>2005-09-15T03:22:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-15T16:47:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have been reading brecht and aristotle and gorki and shaw and zola and aeschylus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been drawing spirals and staircases leading nowhere and drinking countless  cocktails and speaking  esoterically and now, more than ever, i feel like an art student, and i'm  not  sure  how  i feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made new friends but lost out on  m.i.a. tickets which  makes  me feel like dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's  good  to be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>furiousrose @ 2005-08-28T14:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T21:23:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T21:23:40Z</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/1116197819pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;The Pretty-Boi Dyke&lt;/b&gt;. 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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:135652</id>
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    <title>that you  give me  no soul</title>
    <published>2005-07-29T17:58:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-29T17:58:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">omar is a  confirmed gay, which means  that  my gaydar is still in working order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica gets too angry too easily and is uber ocd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt (my boss) is an 8 year old, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two  weeks have been buttery. lots of beach and sun, though i was told to "act more professional at work" by one of the  overseer guys (indirectly, they told  matt to ask "his  crew" in a meeting, to which the douche was met with "yeah, but she's got more balls than all of  us" by one of the head construction guys (i was bouncing up and down in the genie lift) which made me feel better. god bless old men) my grammar sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereare like, 29384792384 mexican guys at  work who  just stare at me and lindsay all the time because we're the only girls on the site, but  it's  kindof funny. my whole body hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else has been dandy with the exception of some slightly melodramatic text messages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off work and hour  early yesterday, went to the beach with tim/john and erica (eck) and "had a catch" as lindsay calls it, which mostly consisted of tim  and i throwing the ball as far as we could and diving  in the sand trying to catch it looking like tools, and then yelling  out "alpha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favorite phrases, as quoted from tim/john loller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugary: adjective used to describe anything done in a suave, efficient or stylish manner or, really good/smooth, see buttery (ie; "that catch was so sugary")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alpha: behaving in a way as to assert oneself as a dominant figure within the group (ie; "did you see bill take that jigsaw out of my hand to cut that 2 by 4 for me? that guy is so alpha")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all three sound much better with a hint of a milwaukee accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slumber party with tim,falling in love  with hillcrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, no work til 1 because the construction guys are slow as shit, breakfast  at the  daily grind, watching dawson's creek with tim and lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a strange dream  last night that i don't know that i care to share. i need to do laundry and shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow, pride  with lindsay (god bless those  gays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week and i'm back in ohio, so sad, but then, on to lesfest with  aimless and caitlin, which will be golden, can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless california&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:135313</id>
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    <title>most expensive grafitti ever</title>
    <published>2005-07-21T02:47:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-21T02:47:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fed ex truck came on  time, 14 palettes, unloaded in...20 minutes. we're kindof amazing.&lt;br /&gt;spraypainted the theatre's logo on 100,000+ dollars worth of lighting equipment and then carried it up 3 flights of stairs&lt;br /&gt;had the best enchiladas of my life&lt;br /&gt;got lost in downtown sd&lt;br /&gt;ate a bacon burger at denny's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i work with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most adorable faggot (i think/hope) who gave me 2 free tickets to see le tigre on sunday&lt;br /&gt;a tragic ocd lesbian who wears tapered jeans and has a slight temper problem&lt;br /&gt;and a lanky straight guy from milwaukee who lindsay thinks has a crush on me  which would be kindof tragic, and funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bench focused 115 lekos&lt;br /&gt;played football in the backyard...to tired to remember much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;degrassi + brat camp await&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:135092</id>
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    <title>today....</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T06:33:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T06:33:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">beach, shiny football, lindsay is sunburnt&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have a mild concussion&lt;br /&gt;i have decided the pacific ocean will surely end my life. oh, and the seaweed out here is wicked gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlie and the chocolate factory + half pack of cigarettes + random dude walking by saying gay and then noticing me and giving me frightened look + grande vanilla soy latte = golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i &amp;lt;3 target. two pairs of sandals for under $5 (one brown with little yellow lions, one black with white polka dots), lesbian phone calls, baja fresh, 5 pack of new wife beaters, amazing ice cube trays, + lebron james bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow, first  day at work. apparently they think since i'm a big homo i can build things, so i have to build a bench focusing chair.haaa, wish i knew what the hell that was. ah well..such is life i suppose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, wait for j rock to call, lez out, smoke too many cigs, brush teeth, set alarm, go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:134658</id>
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    <title>home again home again</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T19:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T19:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sunburnt, windburnt, sand burnt. feels good. &lt;br /&gt;boardwalk funnel cakes real pizza parking tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v30/riffrandell/boardwalk.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bottles of lotion and sprays &lt;br /&gt;vitamin e&lt;br /&gt;tylenol &lt;br /&gt;cough syrup&lt;br /&gt;too  many cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 new messages. to delete press 7&lt;br /&gt;this worked better last time&lt;br /&gt;i stopped talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohio is humid and miserable as ever&lt;br /&gt;my feet are burnt&lt;br /&gt;my chest started to bubble today&lt;br /&gt;want to be back on the beach&lt;br /&gt;you know you can go under the waves&lt;br /&gt;we could hear them slapping your face all the way up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to be back in the seaweed&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep on the beach after swimming at 6 am&lt;br /&gt;the water was silver&lt;br /&gt;reminded me of that episode of are you afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;she didn't know what i was talking about &lt;br /&gt;still sand in my hair, i need a shower, and vectorworks and a computer that works and 6000 more songs for the ipod&lt;br /&gt;mom's in a meeting, must accomplish something before she gets home&lt;br /&gt;8 days until i'm the hell out of dodge&lt;br /&gt;california here i come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:134581</id>
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    <title>heaart beeat</title>
    <published>2005-07-01T16:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-01T16:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my neck hurts and i'm covered in bruises, have to be in kentucky in 2 hours and 12 minutes. before then, must shower, change, clean room, eat, _____. this is all beside the point, because this weekend i'm going to be horribly irresponsible or irresponsibly horrible and drive off into the sunset (ie; new jersey) with j rock, rory, and calida. for two days (give or take) of beaches and ocean and no more land locked red necked pale thighs headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to come back with sand in my belly button and no more kinks in my neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:134309</id>
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    <title>please check all that apply</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T23:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T23:28:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dosed ben&lt;br /&gt;shoved my entire paycheck in a wad into my bag like a crackhead&lt;br /&gt;saw my aunt hun (whom i haven't seen in 5 years)&lt;br /&gt;almost died, while tripping with ben (r. drove j rock's car off the road out in clifton)&lt;br /&gt;had indian food twice&lt;br /&gt;worked worked worked. got another burn (wore a racerback tank, which i had yet to do this summer)&lt;br /&gt;had sex with socks on. eww,  i still feel soooo gross for that.&lt;br /&gt;drank surprisingly good beer&lt;br /&gt;drank surprisingly infrequently&lt;br /&gt;drama drama drama&lt;br /&gt;tweakers tweakers tweakers&lt;br /&gt;lots of showers + lily of the valley body wash&lt;br /&gt;iced coffee iced coffee iced coffee&lt;br /&gt;slept twice before the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;drove and drove and drove&lt;br /&gt;losing cigs left and right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must find computer speakers and computer and clean room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:134137</id>
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    <title>bein's believin</title>
    <published>2005-06-05T04:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-05T04:25:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">smoked way too much in the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, went to masque with rory, calida, brie, and raina. SO trag. kindof made me want to die, too much cock, got lost on the way there. waste of 2.5 hours and 10 dollars, came home. stayed up all night with rory and calida, laughed so hard it made my face hurt. went on all the gravity hills at like, 80. laughed so hard it made my stomache hurt. made me feel like high school again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss aimless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, went to tisha and jackies, syd, sara and anne t. came over and we played karaoke revolution. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat is huge and i'm sleep deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:furiousrose:133876</id>
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    <title>my eyes are on fire</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T10:11:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T10:11:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">not really sure why i'm awake. bolted up. my tummy is rumbly and j. is really starting to feel like a little brother, and not in a good way. in an i constantly feel like i have to take care of him, pick up after him do his dishes do his laundry clean up his messes way just like every fucking man i've ever met and it makes me sick. i was doing the dishes today and my dad put all his bread-making mess in with it, so my big act of defiance was doing all the dishes except for those. now the sink is full again and i haven't dirtied a single dish but i know i'll end up having to do them, again. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i have to work for my father today, which means hanging out in a sterile bio lab with rubber gloves and washing out test tubes and beakers and losing my mind because i hate working for him but i need the money and i kindof feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;slept with a republican. weird. why? i have no idea. probably because i was bored. really really bored. &lt;br /&gt;had strange dreams about apartments and climbing roofs with kelly and jesse and...phoebe? i think and a police standoff and not being able to get into my building except for hanging out over the edge and swinging into the window. then home with a pile of art in the middle of the room and these portraits of this man and then a documentary ish thing? that i had apparently made in high school and never turned in mixed with scenes from a video game jesse wouldn't stop reading about and really wanted us to go find. then told me i needed to look up beauty and fear. com or something, just told me to go to /beauty/fear/beauty/fear. there's a beautyoffear.com which i found because i couldn't sleep because i was scared i'd wake up with night terrors even though i've only gotten them once or twice. it was just too quiet in my room. anyway, jesse said the whole thing about it was that you drove down this road at a set speed and then they would show you things that were either beautiful or scary or something, which has made me decide what my next hair brained scheme/money making enterprise will be; interactive car games/events (think drive in's only 2309823049 times better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to bed and hopefully no night terrors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>jokes and jokes and jokes and spaghetti</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T19:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T19:16:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"oh, are you back for the summer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how long are you here for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how's boston treating you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's cold, huh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so what are you doing this summer. san diego? that sounds wonderful. so what exactly are you doing there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did you here ___ might be heading out there too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you're not a red sox fan, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how bout that winter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how do you like school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's your major again? oh, what's that exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i bet your glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have you talked to ____?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so over talking about college. i easily want to throw up on every single parent in yellow springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, jamie's fugitive/homeless ass has been staying at my house, b. has been pissing me off. rush rush to the yeyo. &lt;br /&gt;it's been a week and i already want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw dave chapelle in town today with his kids and wife, mid-conversation with mike malarkey about the whole south africa mental hospital rumor. life is funny like that i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iced coffee + undersalted popcorn + bad independent film + my mom = a sunday afternoon well spent (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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    <title>um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T22:31:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">my cat is sitting on my lap, licking my right arm raw. at least she isnt' sitting on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired of talking about college to every single person i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, watched kinsey with daisy and gabe, drank blue moon belgian white and leinenkugel (sp?) red. still have 5 belgian whites left..must, retrieve, soon...calling her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decide to take up biking, a, because i don't have a car during the day so i'm bored out of my mind...and 2. because i think i might get fat. i mean. i know i won't really, but it feels good to actually feel. well...exhausted. all the lactic acid building up in my legs feels good in a really horrible strenuous way. and then coming home and not being able to walk, that's kindof nice too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to shower, then get beer. holler at me sluts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose</content>
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