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  <title>The Bad Pixie's bedroom</title>
  <subtitle>In My Bed</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Jesse</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-27T16:19:42Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:30358</id>
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    <title>squishy shoes and socks</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T16:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T16:19:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bush-Machine Head</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Dear Dumbass Busser and Stupid Manager,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you so much for taking the rack off the drain that was clogged and had the most disgusting water trash and god knows what other kinds of amobeas in it.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; i really loved not only getting the last suck ass table of ghetto trash of the night who left me dirt shit money as well as while I was getting their drinks and stepping into the digusting sesspool of all kinds of digusting crap and getting my shoes and socks soaked and having to spend the rest of the night walking around in that shit with my shoes and socks just squishing and feeling complete disgusting. Thank you so much for helping me scream like a girl and hopping up and down like an idiot screaming ewwwwwwww at the top of my lungs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Love,&lt;br /&gt;disgruntled and squshy shoed&lt;br /&gt;olive garden server&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:30031</id>
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    <title>Crazy Stuff</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T04:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T04:50:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Nanny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LittlexLottie/1116283296_kinky.jpg" border="0" alt="Heehee, You&amp;#39;re the Kinky one"&gt;&lt;br&gt;heehee You're the Kinky one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt; Oooo girlie you're one&lt;br&gt;crazy girl btu you know what it's alluring. You&lt;br&gt;love rolde play, being tied up and all that&lt;br&gt;entails. You maybe a bit submissive and you&lt;br&gt;have to be careful to find someone who will&lt;br&gt;accept your choice of desires. But you look so&lt;br&gt;good doing it!&lt;br /&gt;They love you cause: You're a wild thing and you&lt;br&gt;rock the french main outfit&lt;br /&gt;Call you: Goodgirl&lt;br /&gt;G/F quality: You're full of surprises and love to&lt;br&gt;please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LittlexLottie/quizzes/So%2C%20you&amp;#39;re%20what%20kind%20of%20girl%3F%20(pin-up%20pic%20results)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;So, you're what kind of girl? (pin-up pic results)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="5"&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor="#DAE1F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Good Sexual Vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;(6 out of 10 correct)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor="#ECF0FC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/vocab-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, you've got an X rated vocab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know not to earn your red wings anytime soon.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexvocabularytest"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Good is Your Sexual Vocabulary?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/luckycharmquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/purple-horseshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sexual Lucky Charm: Purple Horseshoes&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sexual tastes are modern, uninhibited, and more than a little warped.&lt;br /&gt;You crave varity in the bedroom, from different partners to different toys.&lt;br /&gt;Now where did that double ended grape dildo go?	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/luckycharmquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Sexual Lucky Charm?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/musicquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/musicb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your sex is like Industrial music!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard, pounding, and metallic--that's Industrial music, and that's your sex, too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hit the bedroom, you break out the whips and chains and other contraptions best left unmentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably turned on by pain--a little or a lot--and biting, clawing, slapping, and even spanking are par for the course for you when you get down and dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might call you a freak, but you know exactly what turns you on, and you're not afraid to go after it!	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/musicquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Type of Music is Your Sex Like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/slavequiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/slaved.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are a BDSM Slave!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strictly "Yes please, Master" for you.  You enjoy being dominated &lt;br /&gt;so much you're willing to be totally submissive for it.  You do &lt;br /&gt;whatever your master tells you to and you take whatever they give you, be it &lt;br /&gt;love, punishment, or a big spanking session. Hopefully you've learned &lt;br /&gt;the art of orgasming on command, or you'll soon be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/slavequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kind of Kinky Sex Slave Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/roleplayquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/roleplaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Should Play a School Girl! &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to please your man with those brains of yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not trying something like giving him a course of Sex Ed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show your man that you can be smart and sexy while being naughty and nice. 	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/roleplayquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Sexy Roleplay Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/celebthreesomequiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/celebthreesomee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Celebrity Threesome: Carmen Electra and Dave Navarro&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like this couple, you're a complete freak when it comes to relationships, sex, and just living your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ooze sexuality and can spend hours making out in public before you realize that everyone is staring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you love visiting local "specialty shops", posing nude, and wearing leather anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/celebthreesomequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Sexy Celebrity Couple Would You Have a Threesome With?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Sex Sign is Leo!&lt;/h2&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;You're fierce, forceful, and dominant.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovers leave your bedroom with a few scratches and bites - if they're lucky!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a born performer and totally hot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone begs to be your slave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo, many people are attracted to your dazzling style.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are always at the center of attention.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heads turn when you enter a room.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You are flamboyant, glamourous, and spectacularly attractive.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are known and sought after for her fiecy, forceful lovemaking.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're totally abandoned (and noisy!) in bed.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kick, bite, scratch, and scream with pleasure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like rough, heavy foreplay - and hot pounding intercourse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to play the dominant role in S &amp; M games.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your strongest sexual traits is your exhibitionism.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You adored being watched during sex. (Have a cam in your bedroom yet?)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you do a slow, sexy strip tease for your lover.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You become aroused yourself as you peel off your sparkly thong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You especially like to have mirrors strategically placed so that you can watch yourself perform prolonged oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Sex Sign??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/vegetablequiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/vegetablea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Should Screw a Zucchini&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a lil kinky thang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you can't get some good dick you know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAB A NICE BIG ZUCCHINI!	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/vegetablequiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Vegetable Should You Screw?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/piercingquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/tongue.jpg" alt="tongue piercing" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/tongue.html" target="_blank"&gt;Tongue Piercing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're extremely oral (like you didn't know that!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love going down... on girls and guys!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one to be too naughty in public -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to save it all for the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/piercingquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Piercing Are *You*?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/fantasyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/big-cock-fantasy.jpg" alt="web sex" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Far Out Fantasy Is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bigcockfantasy.html"&gt;Big Cocks&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a monstor dick even though it might hurt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know. You might squirt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, you're a size queen (or king)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 or 6 inches? You hardly feel a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to explore your fantasy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Check out some of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/iamk"&gt;biggest cocks online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Practice with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ian7"&gt;really huge dildo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/iams"&gt;Make your guy bigger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And have &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ianp"&gt;lots of lube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on hand :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/fantasyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Far Out Fantasy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bitchquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/insatiable-bitch.jpg" alt="insatiable bitch" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/insatiable.html"&gt;Insatiable Bitch&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reek of sex. Married men, old men, and young men...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't discriminate - as long as they get you off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll seduce anyone, from gay guys to your friends' boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/bitchquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kind of Bitch Are *You*?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title> Journal For Quizzes</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T23:20:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T23:20:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Baby It's You- JoJo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This journal, I have decided is going to be for all the crazy quizzes I find all over the net. Rhae said something to me last night about how I use both of my ljs for the same thing so this one will be used for quizzes and any surveys I find.</content>
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    <title>Rocky Horror Thursday Night</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T17:18:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T17:18:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Darkness- I believe In A Thing Called Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went to see Rocky Horror Thursday night and had a blast. It was the first time I had seen the movie performed with a live cast. IT ROCKED. I cant wait to go again.</content>
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    <title> Nothing much to tell</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T15:36:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T15:36:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Devo- Whip It</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everything at home has been pretty much the same. Nothing special has really happened except I got into a car accident. Other than that everything has been just peachy. My mum and I are not fighting all the time anymore and that is good. She and I have come to an agreement as far as things in the house go. This is good less stress. Everything with David is good. We still hang out all the time and all that jazz. But if I didnt know any better I would swear he is queer as a steer in traffic. Work is going well making money and moving my food. Word around Friendly's is that one of the managers is into me and he wants to take me out. He is nice and all but definately not my type. He is a little too much for me. He is from New York so he is very cocky and thinks he knows everything. This makes me want to take a very big stick and beat him back down to size. Someone needs to kick his ass off his high horse soon or I will do it for them. There are so many people that quit in the past couple of weeks. There is only one person who is still there from when Friendly's first opened. I on the other hand love my job and no matter how much shit I get I take it and move on. No point in getting pissed off when the money is so damn good. Tonight I am going to Rocky Horror with one of my bestest friends Mary. So I am gonna have a great time. But other than that nothing special has happened...</content>
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    <title>Been A While</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T06:32:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T06:32:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Veruca Salt- Leave Me Lying Here</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Alright have to keep you crazy people who read this journal and not my other one up to speed. Everything in my house went nuts over the weekend. Mum went psycho cut the phone off and she almost got into a fist fight with my sister. Then I worked Saturday night... that was bunches of fun. Also because my phone was cut off and we lacked internet connection I have failed one of my classes so now I may be doing another sememster at the River... sadness but true. Other than that Poor Rhae he car broke down again and now I am picking her up from school and taking her to work which is no big deal cause I dont do anything anyways. I havent seen David in almost two weeks so now I am sex straved and it is not good. So I am passing the time by sitting here on my computer in hopes to find something interesting to do with my life. I have met a few great people in chatrooms and they are cool. Mary and I are going out on Monday and we are having a girls day we are gonna go and get pedicures i think... she needs it she is having a rough time so I want to be there for her and show her that I am here if she needs me.... my first pedicure I am very excited... Other than that nothing has really been happening just crazy home life... WELL LOVE YOU ALL AND ALL THAT JAZZ</content>
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    <title>Re: Just shooting the breeze</title>
    <published>2005-04-22T08:31:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-22T08:31:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ashanti- Only You</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well everyone there is nothing major going on in my life right now. I am working and Yes I am still working at Friendlys. I am going to my classes everyday and working my ass off there too. The past couple of weeks have been pretty average for me I guess. Spent lots of time with Rhae and constantly meeting new people and all that jazz... DOES EVERYONE LOVE MY NEW ICON AND COLORS OR WHAT.... ISNT IT AWESOME!!!!!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:28446</id>
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    <title>Been a while</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T17:46:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T17:46:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Luscious Jackson- Naked Eye</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It has been a while since I updated on this journal. I have pretty much been writing everything important on my other journal. Well Today is Rhae's Birthday and because she is my best buddy and I have to show her my love I am going to sing Happy Birthday to her on livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;:clears throat:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR RHAE&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY there you go Rhae all for you girl.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:28242</id>
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    <title>I have a new journal</title>
    <published>2005-03-15T02:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-15T02:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OKay people I have a new journal. I wont be updating this one as often as I will the other one so I just wanted to let everyone know that my new lj user name is naughtyscholgrl so look me up friend me all that. So all the hot hot updates will be there and everything else will be here</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:28061</id>
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    <title>Oh a Crying Jay</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T21:39:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T21:39:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well everyone it is offical I am going to lock myself in my house and not come out. I am so sick of everything right now I am going nuts. I am sick of caring about people too much and losing everything to it. I am sick of being the brick wall and I am damn well sick of giving all that I have to give to everyone else. So the only solution to the problem is to lock myself up. Hopefully everything will go away if I go into isoloation for long enough.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:27855</id>
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    <title>badgirlpixie @ 2005-02-03T11:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T16:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T16:45:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dido- My Lovers Gone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PrEtTyMaYa000/1105148040_edheadmain.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x896b760)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Egoism: Egoism is your prime instinct. You have a&lt;br&gt;talented bright soul, it belongs to The Sun,&lt;br&gt;you have a strong charismatic sense of&lt;br&gt;leadership.&lt;br /&gt;Your Evanescence song is &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Everybody's fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PrEtTyMaYa000/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20prime%20instinct%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your prime instinct?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574058_pcocktail2.jpg" border="0" alt="Cocktail"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Alcoholic%20Drink%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904866_sktopcold2.jpg" border="0" alt="http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/cold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;In your eyes, people see shards of ice&lt;br&gt;everywhere... You are cold and distant, pushing&lt;br&gt;away people that love you and truely care for&lt;br&gt;you! You want to be able to reach out and love&lt;br&gt;them but... You can't for some reason... You're&lt;br&gt;just too.... You :P Underneath that cold&lt;br&gt;exterior lies a warm, happy soul that wants to&lt;br&gt;let loose and have fun! Your sanctuary would&lt;br&gt;probably be anywhere up high where you can look&lt;br&gt;down on life below you, like the roof of an&lt;br&gt;apartment building... Your eyes resemble a&lt;br&gt;saddened, crestfallen person seeking out&lt;br&gt;attention, but doesn't know how to handle it.&lt;br&gt;However, you do find comfort from your friends,&lt;br&gt;they're always there for you, and they know the&lt;br&gt;REAL you :) Even though you do seem rather&lt;br&gt;cold, you can be very protective over something&lt;br&gt;you truely believe in or love. Let go of that&lt;br&gt;"tough" rep and just be you! It's&lt;br&gt;impossible to live life without some fun and&lt;br&gt;love ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes%3F%20(With%20Pics%2C%20See%20All%20Results!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes? (With Pics, See All Results!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102883796_cturessexy.jpg" border="0" alt="sexy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a sexy girl! You are beautiful, and  you&lt;br&gt;love attention from guys, and  are very&lt;br&gt;flirtatous. You might come off as a slut and&lt;br&gt;bitch to some but I think you have another side&lt;br&gt;to you that is pleaing for attention, love, and&lt;br&gt;care. You might be confident on the outside but&lt;br&gt;don't be afraid to unleash a more sensitive&lt;br&gt;side. Be better than just the average sex&lt;br&gt;symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F%20(with%20pix!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100553765_rballerina.jpg" border="0" alt="water ballerina"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a water girl.  You are flexable and very&lt;br&gt;nice.  You are quiet so people who don't know&lt;br&gt;you thnk you are weird or just mean and high&lt;br&gt;and mighty like.  You aren't though.  You like&lt;br&gt;to have a good time and you also just like to&lt;br&gt;relax and just enjoy the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/Who%20are%20you%20inside%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20(LOTS%20OF%20RESULTS)girls%20only/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who are you inside????? (LOTS OF RESULTS)girls only&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1100933606_spriestess.jpg" border="0" alt="priestess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the wise part of life.  you are mature and&lt;br&gt;very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20part%20of%20life%20do%20you%20represent%3F%20(%20AWESOME%20anime%20pics%20%5E_%5E)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What part of life do you represent? ( AWESOME anime pics ^_^)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:27550</id>
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    <title>This Morning has been Lovely</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T15:21:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T15:21:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Final Fantasy X-2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well guys you want to know all about my morning? Well here it is. This morning when I awoke at 6:30 I felt like I had been hit by a Mac truck. So I didn't get up. My father called me at 7:40 to see if I was awake and I told him I was getting up. Well I got up and sat down for a few minutes and because I felt like shit I decided to lay back down in bed for a few minutes. Well a few minutes turned into a while. So at 8:40 this morning my father decides to come and get me out of bed. He is yelling and screaming and telling me that I am a failure. He also said something along the lines of college you arent going to college that college in Maine wouldnt be calling you if they knew how you screwed everything up all the time. He then informed me that I ahd five minutes to take a shower and get dressed.For those of you who know how quickly I take showers I do tak quick showers but my hair is so thick it takes five minutes just to get my hair wet. Much less if I had to wash it this morning which luckily because I dyed my hair yesterday I didnt need to wash it. For me to wash all of my hair and wash it well like a human being should wash their hair takes me at least ten minutes. SO the whole time I was in the shower my father was banging on the bathroom door telling me to hurry up. As soon as I got out of the shower I was drying my body and still he was banging on the door telling me to hurry up. I finally get dressed and I am brushing my hair and he decides to make a smart ass comment about me dying my hair. He said something along the lines of you had time to dye your hair yesterday but you didnt have time too get up for school this morning. He then continues with you had time to do something stupid like that but you didnt have time to get your lazy ass up and go to school. This was all while I am standing in front of the mirror brushing my hair. Then I get done getting ready which because he gave me an alotted amount of time to get ready I was rushing so I looked like shit. I also still felt like shit.So I went into the kitchen to grab something to drink and he is still going off the deep end telling me that I am a failure and that I can decide by this afternoon where I am going because he is sure someone out there is willing to share the back seat of a car with me and since I am so damn smart and I have everything figured out that I can just pack my shit and leave. He told me to decide by this afternoon where I was going. He also said something else about college and I responded finally after keeping my mouth shut the whole time with that is why I am not applying because I am not good enough. That sent his ass right over the deep end. He exploded and said so many hateful things that even though I promised myself that I wasnt going to cry I burst into tears. After reading me the ride act he decided to semi- lay into our roommate Thomas. He started to ask Thomas personal questions about his family that even my mother wouldnt dare to ask him.Things that dont matter. Then he decided that he was going to follow me to make sure that I went to school. Well I went to school and after I pulled into the parking lot and parked in my usual spot. I sat there and for thirty minutes I had an emotional breakdown in the parking lot. Then I decided that I needed a day to collect my thoughts and rest a bit because my dad just tore my heart out of my chest and ripped it open and i watched the blood roll down his hand. So I went to Hardees and got a chicken biscuit and a big drink for comfort food and then I came home. I just needed a day to get my head right you know. The last thing I needed right now was my father telling me that I am a failure. I am having a hard enough time getting myself together I dont need his help to throw me back down to the abyss that I am trying to get myself out of.</content>
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    <title>Quantum theroy</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T03:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T03:28:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cops</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In Quantum theory it says for every choice you make you could have made another choice. I think about this and find this to be very true. For example. I have slept with David but what if I hadnt. Would I still be thinking about him as much as I do? Would I still be fighting with myself over how I feel about him? Would I still be a bitch? These are questions I began asking myself as I was lying in bed on the same pillow that he had his head on. I was soaking in his scent and wondering what I am doing to myself. It seems to me that I am putting myself through the torture of rejection all over again. It is like I am setting myself up to fail. What the hell changed in me over the past couple months? When did my harden,frozen heart unfreeze long enough to let him in?</content>
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    <title>Maria Mena Song Lyrics</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T23:19:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T23:19:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maria Mena- Lullaby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">" Your Glasses"&lt;br /&gt; What could you possibly see in me?&lt;br /&gt; Is it my soul hung out to dry&lt;br /&gt; I think my dysfunctional family&lt;br /&gt; Has shaped it throughout my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What could you possibly like in me?&lt;br /&gt; Do you like my abilty to bend?&lt;br /&gt; I think my fear of intimacy&lt;br /&gt; Has shaped the time we spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No it's not you it's me&lt;br /&gt; And it's not us it's them&lt;br /&gt; Sure it's not her&lt;br /&gt; It's the way she moves you&lt;br /&gt; But she kisses harder than me&lt;br /&gt; She kisses harder than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I always looked in through your glasses&lt;br /&gt; But all I can see&lt;br /&gt; Is the specter of me reflected&lt;br /&gt; The empty shell of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What could you possibly love in me?&lt;br /&gt; Is it the way I wear my smile&lt;br /&gt; It hangs from the tip of my tounge you see&lt;br /&gt; Oh this might take a while......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No it's not you it's me&lt;br /&gt; And it's not us it's them&lt;br /&gt; Sure it's not her&lt;br /&gt; It's just the way she moves you&lt;br /&gt; But she kisses harder than me&lt;br /&gt; She kisses harder than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tell me that this is not me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Blame It On Me"&lt;br /&gt; The rain falls on your days&lt;br /&gt; Giving you a reason for mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt; Behind doors darkness falls&lt;br /&gt; You pour a cup of coffee and get talking walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But you can blame it on me&lt;br /&gt; And the person you thought I wanted you to be&lt;br /&gt; But don't you blame it on love&lt;br /&gt; 'cause you will regret it then, and from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Besides from days gone by&lt;br /&gt; Hours seem so slow you think you'll surely die&lt;br /&gt; You decide to call up a friend&lt;br /&gt; When she doesn't answer you are close to the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is just one that I like a lot.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>In My Eyes</title>
    <published>2005-01-25T22:49:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-25T22:49:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maria Mena - Your Glasses</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Have you ever noticed how differently people see things? Some people see things as ugly and terrifying and others see them as beautiful and character defining. Some people go for what you see at face value and others go for what you see underneathe all of the hair and makeup. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Often times people can not see their own beauty. All of the people in my life have this ultimate beauty. It is blinding most of the time because you can see it so brightly in their eyes. It radiates from them like a lovely smell. For example. Rhae is gorgeous. She has a light around her that gives her so much she doesnt even realize. She thinks she is plain and that often times people do not notice her. But she is very wrong. Everyone who sees her notices something about her. The look of her is gripping and powerful. She could bring a city to its knees with her powerful stare. She looks at you as if she is seeing right through you. Sandra, she is beautiful in ways most people are not. She can walk into any room and walk out with 100 new friends and people to hang out with. She has personality beyong belief. Mary is just captivating from site. She has gorgeous eyes that pull you in and hold you there. Nichole has more confidence than any one person I know. Deanna has a way with people in church. Even though it is a mask to who she really is it is still beautiful. LIttle things are beautiful. I could see an old woman on the street covered in filth and it could be beautiful. Beauty is only what you make it. I wish I co0uld see all of the beautiful things about myself but I try to do this and find only disappointment. My standards of myself are set so high that I dont know if I could ever meet them. What do people see in me? I dont understand it. I am mean, vulgar and insulting. I spend more time being bitchy than anything else. There is no light of beauty in me. What good do I bring out in people?</content>
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    <title>It's Been A Hard Days Night</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T23:00:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T23:00:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wavy Tv Ten News</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey there everyone not much to talk about tonight but oh well I will give you what I have. OKay here is the skinny for this weekend. Friday night David and Rhae came over and we all hung out. It was fun. We talked and talked and we had sex and then we talked. Anyways we had sex in the back of Rhae's car no less. It was worse than Titanic in the car. The windows were not just fogged up they were sweating. Yeah and I was hurting a little bit the next day. But it hurts so good right lol j/k. Anyways Saturday I slept all day and then David and Rhae came over and David and I wrestled in the back of Rhae's car and then in my garage on the couch but we didnt have sex and it was all in good fun. Sunday was a pretty typical Sunday. I got up and took care of house work. ALso guess what people? I cleaned out my car. I mean i cleaned that bitch. I wiped down all the windows and the dash board and my steering wheel and everything it was major obsessive complusive attack. So yay it is clean. Last night Rhae and David came over again and poor David was sick so I sent him home about quarter to one so he could go home and sleep. Well he called me about 1:30 and we talked till a little after two. So nothing major happened this weekend. I had a pretty laided back weekend and it was nice.</content>
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    <title>The World Knows Me So Well</title>
    <published>2005-01-24T02:48:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-24T02:48:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Watching Riding The Bullet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When did everyone in my life decide that they knew me better than I knew myself? Everyone (minus a few) think that they know how i think and what I feel. When did I become so open about everyone knowing everything? Someone thinks I am in love with David and then someone else thinks that I am obsessed with David. Will everyone thinking they know what is best for me ever end? When can I become my own person long enough to make a choice for myself? Why is it that people think that what they think they know is true about me? When in all actuallity no one can really ever KNOW me unless they bother to look past all the cold heartless bitch attitude and see what is really there. But I have a damn good poker face so good luck. I can be somewhere and be inside myself at the same time. I am not going to break down because someone walks out of my life just as quickly as they walked in.</content>
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    <title>More Skinny From My Life</title>
    <published>2005-01-20T21:06:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T21:06:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Softcell- Tainted Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay this is what has been up lately. My boytoy (a.k.a. Our Dildo... more love for Rhae) is out to sea. He will be home tomorrow. YAY! Anyways other than that nothing much has been going on. I have been working a lot and playing a lot. I have been hanging out with Kenny and Aaron a lot. They are both cool. School is okay. I can't wait till next semester starts because this semester has been pure hell. More skinny. I met David's friend Josh and he and I don't have much in common but its all good all I am looking for there is friendship and he knows that. He and Sandra seemed to hit it off but she has told me some things that make me think that they wont be going anywhere. He is extremely religious and Rhae hates him. They got into a bit of a spat. It was all about gay rights and marridge and such. He then got pissed at me because i didnt defend him when Rhae called him demonic. Wel I am sorry to break it to him but I will not defend him where i dont agree. I also wont risk getting into an arguement with my best friend for him. He is expendable. I can always take him back to the store for store credit. I cant replace my friends.Anyways other than that things have been the same. Nothing special has really happened. Sandra and I got into a bit of a spat ourselves because i thought that she blew Josh off one night and come to find out she didnt blow him off he blew her off. More skinny on my running shoes. They are still there hidden from the world. I am still ready to run if i have to. So :ducks flying fruit: no one kill me yet I am not running yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Many Pixie Dust Wishes , All That Frazze and ALL THAT JAZZ!:</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:25653</id>
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    <title>Last Night was a Crazy Night</title>
    <published>2005-01-08T22:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-08T22:38:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lenny Kravitiz- Where Are We Running</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OKay so here's the skinny for right now. So much crazy stuff happened last night it was nuts. First of all... I called a friend of mine Kenny and he and I talked for a while and he mentioned something about me giving him a blow job.... No comment there. Anyways to continue my Series of Unfortunate Events... On my way to pick up my sister's boyfriend,Ethan we ended up getting a flat tire. Unfortunate event number one. After having to drive on the flat and stopping for air three times we finally got home. Well my super cousin, Katie decided to try and change my tire. She was doing an awesome job until she couldnt get the jack right and then she couldnt get the lugs off cause they were stripped. During all of this I am having a panic attack because my mystery man is supposed to be coming over and he was waiting for my call. So in my stressed mood here I was ordered to go and shower and get dressed. So I went took a shower and got ready. Well come to find out after I was stressed about the tire, that my jack wasnt working on the car. Unfortunate Event number 2. So to continue my night. My mystery man got here and everything was going well. We started to drink a bit and had a good time. Some where along the way I ended up on the floor and my mystery man was down there with me and well you fill in the rest. So many unfortunate events lead up to one interesting night of bliss and alcohol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Many Pixie Dust Wishes and All That Frazee: (lol love you Rhae)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:25490</id>
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    <title>Tango Dancing with Death</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T22:01:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-06T22:01:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Matchbox 20- Disease</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Everyone stand up and cheer for me the lonely soul has found someone to sweep her heart away. He is amazing. He makes my heart pound in my chest and he makes my head spin. When I am around him I want to throw up because my stomache is in flutters. He and I are not dating but we are sleeping together. But it isnt just about that. We talk on the phone every night and it is wonderful. But in all this wonder and butterflies in my stomache there is something else lurking. I have a fear of the bottom dropping out. I am waiting for a flaw. Something to make me realize that I am out of my mind for even caring about him. I have been waiting for the moment when I can stop staring at my running shoes and finally put them on and flee.For me something like this is like flirting with death. I am throwing myself at death with all the care and fear in the world but yet one foot is still in the door. That one foot is planted solidly on the gorund to keep me from falling off the edge of the cliff that I am so afraid to jump off of. All of the people who know him and myself are waiting for me to jump and let myself feel. I havent kissed him yet. Part of me wants to kiss him so much but the other part of me knows that if I kiss him I will fall for him and I cant let myself do that. Not to say that he hasnt tries to kiss me because he has but I cant kiss him. I shy away everytime.He makes me feel whole and complete. He is as many of my friends have pointed out to me the missing piece in my puzzle. Why then am I so afraid? What am I running from? Why cantI stop staring at those damn shoes ?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:25299</id>
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    <title>My LIfe Is In Constant Motion</title>
    <published>2004-12-30T02:13:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-30T02:13:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jet-Cold Hard Bitch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I meet a million new people everyday. Some of these people are going to drastically change my life someday. They will impress me at the least opurtune moment in my life. It is like love. Love picks you up and sweeps you off your feet when you least expect it. With meeting so many new people I find myself in such interesting situations. But lately I have been longing for the motion to stop long enough for me to be able to figure out where I lost my old self. Six monthst ago I had the world by its balls I could see something I want and strive for it or beat someone to it. I could talk my way out of anything. I could spellbind people with my aspirations and then suddenly it all went away. I lost sight of my future. I lost sight of myself. What could have happened to me that could have changed me so drastically....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:24948</id>
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    <title>How can you live your life?</title>
    <published>2004-12-17T04:04:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-17T04:04:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A poster in my English teachers classroom that not many people read asks a very interesting question. It asks a question that I have never thought about before. Something that I think that even the greatest minds couldn't answer.The question has pwer and class. It makes you wonder about your life in a way that most questions can't do. You think about it and something great rushes over you and you feel like you are less than human but not to the extent of making you feel horrible about your life. In a way this question makes you feel powerful.How can you live your life when no one is watching? This is the question to top all questions. It makes you ponder the concept of life being a stage. You are the star of this show that has just opened on the Broadway of the world. You feel like the whole world is watching you but it is only a few people. This also opens the door to the thought that what if no one is watching you. Is there really a person who is constantly watching you or all you all alone? Is it like a Solique where it is just you on stage talking to everyone else but this time no one is listening? If you scream will someone out there perk up and pay attention? Or is it that the world is no longer your stage because you have become a piece of cellophane in comparison to the world? Has the world become so wrapped up in material things that the people in the world mean less than nothing? Can the people that have become cellophane ever become real people again? Is there a greed of human that sticks out amoung the rest? Are these people like precious jewels and are only found in certain places and where the normal people of the world fear to tread or dont think to look? Can anyone really live their life when no one is watching? Or do people enjoy the stage fright rush and the adneline punches that come with people watching them? Will the people who were born to stand out ever break out of the box?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:24668</id>
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    <title> A Window into the Lack of Humanity in the World</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T03:34:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T03:34:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sara Evans - Suds in the Bucket</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It was once said by someone famous or another that life imitates art.But yet another famous person said that art imitates life. If there is is truth in these two statements somewhere along the way does that mean that humanity has been frozen in time like a painting? A thought came to me recently while I was washing my hair and singing in the shower. Can it be that in a paraelle universe that the laws of physics would be suspended? Think about it. What goes up does not necessarily come down. A body at rest does not tend to stay at rest. Not every action can be counted on to provoke an equal and sopposite reaction. Does this thought prove that humanity is frozen or has it simply fallen doremit? If it has fallen doremit then can the sun bring it to life? If humanity is not frozen nor fallen doremit then where has it gone? In a world before this humanity was not lacking. Even in high security prisons humanity was somewhat alive. Just because the people were horrible the people on the safe side of humanity let them have the light of a window. Sometimes if the prisoners were lucky they could often see more wonderful sites than just the light, Every window is Alcatraz has a view of  San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;           It seems thats humanity did not just freeze,fall doremit, or become nonexsistant over night. There seems to have been an ever slow decay in humanity over time. All the great things about humanity have slowly been boarded up by systems and rules. When will the day come when someone decides to override the systems and break all the rulls and bring back the small shade of light to the darkness that humanity has become? Or could it be that humanity is still alive somewhere and the people who enstill huamnity in people have decreased in number and are bogged down with decay?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:24519</id>
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    <title>Where Bibles End Up</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T04:57:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T04:57:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lloyd and Ashanti- Southside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Isnt it funny now where you find bibles. When we are all kids you were told if you feel any evil spirits or if you were afraid put a bible on it or read your bible the answer lyes within. Now you find bibles everywhere. You find them in bathrooms at gas stations, bus stops, and even on the street. You find them in cheap jotesl couples check into for one night stands. You then think to yourself about a couple going at it and then stopping in the middle of it all just to make sure what they were gettiong ready to was not a sin.....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:badgirlpixie:24150</id>
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    <title>Normal Women are Models</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T04:44:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T04:44:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ashlee Simpson-LA LA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In a recent shower head rant I came upon something to drive the human mind insane. When normal every day women look at the Victoria Secret Models in all of their perfection we envy them. Not only do we do this with models but we also do this with other women in department stores. We as women are constantly stranded in our own quest for self confidence. Picture this. You are shopping and while you are in lets say Dillards and you are skimming through the holiday dresses looking for something that would not get you much attention and will cover up all of your imperfections. You overhear a sales rep and a customer talking anout how fabulous the customer looks in the dress. You being human are intrigued by the  conversation so you walk closer to be able to hear and maybe you will even be able to gain some kind of self confidence from just listening to them. You see the women admiring her long flowing black velvet gown in the mirror and she is smiling because she feels something. You are seeing this and a look of longing for something crosses your face. Freeze frame the scene right there. What is this look of longing? Are you longing to find a dress that does the same thing for you that it did for her? Are you longing to be able to smile and admire yourself the way the woman was ?  Or could it be that you are longing for the confidence you see in the woman? You are unaware of what is going on in the womans mind but yet you envy her. You envy her for everything not just the dress but also for the assumptions that are attacking you as you stand there staring at her even more. This is what I mean by normal women are models. Normal women today are envied just as much as models. People long to be dressed up and haired and makeuped and hair sprayed and to be getting drunk behind the scemes of the fashion limelight. Why people want that has perplexed me for years. Why would anyone want to be poked and prodded and treated like a stubborn oyster that wont give up its pearl. What people miss is the picture that is underneath it all. The fact that you dont choose what you wear. You might get lucky and get a fabulous dress but then you might get something else. You might get the low of the low of the low. You might ebd up strutting the runway wearing a gold jewelled thong and a bright blue rain trench coat. When did any of this become so important? When did whether or not you would be wearing a gold jewelled thong become important to anyone? When did setting a trend make a deferance to anyone?  When someone becomes fashion roadkill on the runway the ashow doesnt stop it goes on and those models walk right over you and around you. LIfe is the same way. When life kicks you in the balls and you fall dwon no one is there to help you up. Everyone who supposedly cared about you walks right on top of you to shove you back into the dirt where you belong or walk ten feet around you so you dont pull them in with you.</content>
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