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  <title>fifteen blows to the back of your head</title>
  <subtitle>fifteen blows to your mind</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Crystal</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-12T02:00:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:8564</id>
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    <title>Ticket To Ride, or a reason to punch Sean in the face?</title>
    <published>2008-08-12T02:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-12T02:00:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sean and I had plans on Sunday to take a tour of Princeton, but it was raining, and since I haven't yet realized that people hate redundancy, I'll remind everyone that I really hate rain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying in left us with a great opportunity to play Sean's latest and greatest board game, Ticket To Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2754723189_2848913c08_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game required so much concentration on my part.  The fact that it's for ages 8+ should surprise none of you.  Anyway, for 2 games I was the victor and Sean was a giant loser.  I felt a little badly for him, considering it was HIS game and he has been so excited to play it....and presumably beat me.  Anyway, he always asks if I "wanna play again" when he's losing b/c he wants to play until he wins.  I allowed this, played a 3rd game, and Sean won.  We were having so much fun that we played a 4th game, but the FUN ENDED WHEN SEAN BLOCKED MY TRAIN ROUTE AGAIN FORCING ME TO LOSE A SECOND GAME!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's just on.  There is no way around it.  I know the next time that Sean and I hang out, we'll have to have a tie-breaker, and it's going to be brutal.  I really REALLY need to beat him at this game that is for 8 yr-olds.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:7936</id>
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    <title>boba</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T23:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T23:03:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">strawberry bubble tea &amp;lt; mango bubble tea</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:7813</id>
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    <title>Abbastanza presto.........</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T13:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T13:27:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've decided that I want to learn to speak both Italian and Japanese.  At this point, I don't care at all which one I start with, and to hell with the 3 years of Spanish that I took.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:3852</id>
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    <title>People I &amp;lt;3 - JTim &amp; KM</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T11:15:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T11:15:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally saw the other half of my favorite pop power couple!  Brit Brit and Justin will get back together in time, but until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the songs that Justin sang to me last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/437432181_3304a7ae5e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other people that were there listening to Justin sing to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/437437000_e891e65b0e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were really good sports, all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay Marie, you are an angel from heaven.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:3664</id>
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    <title>A.P.K.</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T20:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-06T20:04:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/412866200_976eca6554_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for some reason I was recently asked who my first "celebrity" crush was, and this is totally easy, it was Alex P. Keaton (Michael J. Fox) from Family Ties.  I started thinking about why I liked Alex so much.....it  definitely wasn't because he said 'sore-y' instead of 'sorry,' because that actually bothered me a lot as a child.  Could it have been the interpretive dance he performed to try to win Ellen that symbolized the Stock Market Crash of 1929?  Was it that time that he asked Mallory to dance because her date had run off with some hussy?  How about when he crammed for finals by taking speed?  It was all of these things and more, I think....and don't even entertain the thought that I ever stopped appreciating those v-neck sweaters with his initials embroidered on them, NOT A CHANCE.  I still want one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Alex was short, shorter than Mallory.  Even growing up this seemed like a problem to me.  So I started wondering if it was Alex's looks at all that peaked my interest, or just his incredibly winning personality and love of Ronald Reagan and economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief timeline of Alex's (Michael's) career and whether he was, in my opinion, "Hot or Not":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Ties (1982-89) - HOT&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Future (1985) - Not&lt;br /&gt;Teen Wolf (1985) - Not&lt;br /&gt;The Secret of My Succe$s (1987) - eh&lt;br /&gt;Bright Lights, Big City (1988) - Hot&lt;br /&gt;The Hard Way (1991) - Not&lt;br /&gt;Doc Hollywood (1991) - Not&lt;br /&gt;...and so on and so forth with more 'Not's because Alex wasn't taking the best roles for someone with his talent (again, in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I may be wrong, but the only similarity I can think of between Alex and Jamie's character in 'Bright Lights, Big City' was the drug use...and maybe the financial success on the horizon?  Not great things for me to find attractive, but also not a major surprise.  I came to the conclusion, though, that Jamie was just an extension of Alex....what could've happened if Alex made some poor choices or fell in with the wrong Wall Street crowd....  Bottom Line:  ALL ROADS LEAD TO A.P.K.  I still love him, even after all these years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/412873174_01a2825fa2_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:3545</id>
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    <title>Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.....</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T11:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-06T11:49:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's ok, though, because I get to wear this cute dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/412487953_19667f3c1c_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I can't sleep.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:3225</id>
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    <title>12/20/06, 1:20am</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T07:04:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T07:04:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally saw a shooting star...first time in my entire life.  Everything was perfect, aka, it was directly in front of me and I couldn't miss it, otherwise, I would have.  Score.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:2939</id>
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    <title>10/28/06</title>
    <published>2006-10-30T20:22:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-30T20:22:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First, an ode to Blonde Kay Marie, who danced her heart out in front of a broken ATM.  It didn't matter that there was no music within earshot; all that mattered was that she was blonde and we were about to eat a cheesesteak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/282497584/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/282497584_fd66923958.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="CIMG1503" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/282497690/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/282497690_cce458bb42.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="CIMG1504" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/282497807/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/114/282497807_4c5b76daaf.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="CIMG1505" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now, an ode to the retarded faces that I am always making in photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/282493893/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/282493893_dcf1d0fccc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="CIMG1466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/282496814/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/282496814_6837018f3b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="CIMG1496" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/282496978/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/114/282496978_ffc10477f0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="CIMG1498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:2426</id>
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    <title>redheads unite.</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T13:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T13:26:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/2980"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/deg-morphosis/ellie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ellie Nash first showed up at Degrassi, she was the consummate outsider. Laying low and hiding her painful problems, she seemed like she wanted to simultaneously disappear and set herself apart from the crowd. But Ellie got lucky when she was forced to face her demons, even if she might not have felt that lucky at the time. Finally leaving behind her painful family past and taking control of her own future have allowed her self-confidence to flourish and her invisibility to... well, disappear. But at least she gets to keep the pics of her awesome old hair and boots and stuff. Since they kinda ruled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19% of the people who took this quiz got the same evaluation.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:2248</id>
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    <title>My Day in Baltimore, MD</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T21:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T21:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We parked the car, walked about a block, and were greeted by this Holocaust Memorial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258128991/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/96/258128991_551f2f1f38.jpg" width="371" height="500" alt="100_0044" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I was really in the mood to see the cute aquarium animals....but first, I tried this on, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258133173/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/258133173_6d7ec3f886.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 019" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after buying it, we moved on to the frogs.   They were very photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258134661/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/258134661_4482bc3dfd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 051" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258134522/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/90/258134522_259d90ba12.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 045" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258134830/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/94/258134830_46b4314d8a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 053" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was an actual frog, but Josh has taken a picture of the wall.  I felt duped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258134748/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/122/258134748_aba90367b5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 052" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was DOLPHIN SHOW TIME!  Chesapeake and Shiloh were adorable.  I wanted SO BADLY to be chosen to volunteer for something, but it turns out they only needed one volunteer, and he had been picked beforehand because it was his 8th Birthday or some shit.  He had VIP seating.  I didn't have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258133723/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/258133723_1ed248fbb5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 027" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258133552/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/119/258133552_2e29c65036.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 025" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258134463/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/82/258134463_96e8150d24.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 041" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked through my favorite part, the shark tank.  It was too dark for photos, but here's a great shot of me and my favorite animal, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258133240/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/81/258133240_86296a59c7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 020" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the aquarium, we stared at Ravins fans.  Yeah, they were wearing really ugly purple Ravins T-shirts and jerseys, but I was waiting for the purple camo pants.  I finally saw them, but the owner was too elusive for me to capture on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the day with a piece of 6 carb cheesecake.  Then, on the way home, I had my photo taken with Bob from Bob's Big Boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crystalb/258136706/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/108/258136706_f9ad18b372.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="baltimore 093" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never eaten at his restaurant, but he seemed like a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called out of work today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.</content>
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    <title>juicyjoey @ 2006-06-25T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T00:57:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T01:00:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Neil:  what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crystal:  nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neil:  ugh.  do you not want to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crystal:  no, i am just hungry and would like to go make 2 egg sandwiches, but mary has been sitting at the counter reading all fucking day. i like to be in the kitchen by myself. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Neil:  why do you want two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crystal:  b/c i am fucking hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Neil:  do you see how your stomach feels right now?  that's the way that pretty girls feel when they're getting prettier.</content>
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    <title>Productive?</title>
    <published>2006-05-27T23:57:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-27T23:57:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>t.A.T.u. - 200 KMH in the wrong lane</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...for me, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I have done today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I woke up at 9am on a Saturday BEFORE my alarm, making me awake before Marie.  This, in itself, is an accomlishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I got a storage unit.  While this took about an hour with all of the paperwork &amp; b.s., it's over now and I really enjoyed the adorable girl who helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I saw The Proposition w/ Neil.  He was seeing it for a second time.  While I left the theater feeling a little uneasy and had to try not to burst into tears for about 5 minutes after, wow....it was a REALLY great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I, with Neil's help, moved a carload of boxes to storage.  Oddly enough, this only took about 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I updated yet another friend-based website.  This was unnecessary, obviously, but fun, as always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I downloaded Boston's More Than a Feeling and 3 Tatu songs.  Did everyone know that Tatu covered How Soon Is Now and not tell me??  Fuck you guys.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  ...and finally, it's almost 8pm and I haven't eaten enough for 5 people, yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.</content>
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    <title>All I wanted to do this weekend was have an Easter Egg Hunt....</title>
    <published>2006-04-18T04:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-18T04:05:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On 4/16/06, Crystal Bromiley &amp;lt;crystal.lynn.b@gmail.com&amp;gt; wrote: &lt;br /&gt;"thanks for cleaning up my puke.  i found a mushroom stuck to the book i was reading.  it was very gross.  i suck.&lt;br /&gt;now, go donate money to the red cross walk.  the link is in my away message.  hope you had a nice easter!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 4/17/06, Richard Lippold &amp;lt;rlippold@gmail.com&amp;gt; wrote: &lt;br /&gt;"holy hell! are you a mean drunk or what?!&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the last time i was yelled at and shoved repeatedly while cleaning someone's vomit!&lt;br /&gt;again...."holy hell!""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Rich has yet to make that donation.  Drunk Crystal just cost the American Red Cross 5 bucks.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:juicyjoey:1136</id>
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    <title>I only sleep during my scheduled work hours.</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T04:50:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T19:42:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm serious.  It's more than just a problem, now; it's a problematic way of life.</content>
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    <title>cake</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T01:41:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T19:42:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was supposed to see Thank You for Smoking tonight, but a la Midieval Times, it got pushed back.  My friends are tired and/or sick and do not feel like accompanying me.  I need a robot friend that looks like a real person that I can turn on whenever I want to go out and do something b/c the fact of the matter is, it is cold outside and I just don't like going out by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of seeing this really great movie, I am going to make a Duncan Hines Orange Supreme cake w/ vanilla Funfetti icing.  I don't care if you think this sounds gross.  I will eat anything.  Then I am going to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind b/c I still haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, though, I am going to go buy eggs b/c I forgot them, making this night even more annoying.</content>
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    <title>safety</title>
    <published>2006-04-01T04:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T19:43:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've made a lot of mistakes while drinking/fill_in_the_blank, but now, here is a great example of a completely sober mistake that could have torched my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair straightener was just on for over 13 hrs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's off now, though. everything's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time,&lt;br /&gt;fires destroy your most prized material possessions and i would like to avoid them.</content>
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    <title>and so it begins....</title>
    <published>2006-04-01T04:04:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T19:43:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...my sleepless weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going out tonight.  this is normal.  the abnormal comes in tomorrow morning when i leave at 6:30am w/ marie and matt to drive 1:30mins. away to wait in line for hours w/ tweens in the hopes of getting little dolphin pants-wearing, dick sucking, bulemic emma nelson of dtng to scribble her name in my 'official 411 degrassi generations' book.  i may sound like i am complaining, but i am really very excited.  one day, i'll get cassie steele's autograph and be forced to come up w/ another meaningless goal that revolves around the entertainment industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of the ravine,&lt;br /&gt;crystal</content>
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