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  <title>Wyddo Mortis</title>
  <subtitle>Myla Naunah Kohanna</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Kitten</name>
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  <updated>2007-01-22T08:13:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackkittyn13:47770</id>
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    <title>Angry vent poem...</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T08:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T08:13:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;You suck&lt;br /&gt;And this is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll lose all your hair &lt;br /&gt;And step on your glasses&lt;br /&gt;Trip over your dog&lt;br /&gt;And be late for your classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll get bit by a duck&lt;br /&gt;And hit by a truck&lt;br /&gt;You’ll turn funny colors&lt;br /&gt;And I wont give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite pissed&lt;br /&gt;More than you know&lt;br /&gt;So I’m here &lt;br /&gt;To put on a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be long&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll be loud&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cuss you out&lt;br /&gt;Thus, making me proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t care? &lt;br /&gt;Well neither do I&lt;br /&gt;So shutting your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Would be wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackkittyn13:47361</id>
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    <title>AW! LOLZ</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T12:57:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T12:57:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I'm at school and it is now 7:51 AM. I'm the only student here at this time aside from my teacher who is writing assignments on the board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus brought me to school extra early. I told them 9 to 11. I get brought here at 7:30... 'Aint anywhere on my schedule said anything about any 7:30, but ah well. I may as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ. I sign in the school computer and I get 9 errors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about some kind of host thingy failing to connect. School computers are always sposed to be safeguarded against viruses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is talk to Greggy.Well, that and sleep. I've had little to no sleep in the past 24 hours. Yesterday I worked a doubble and coming back in today after school. I am off tomorrow though. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackkittyn13:46947</id>
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    <title>Death is to funeral as Birth is to celebration</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T19:23:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T19:23:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I find myself crying at times when I really shouldn't. I'm always RPing and pretending to live in a different world because I hate my own. Thats why when the Sims worked on my computer, I was always enthralled in that. Greg said I seemed happier with the Sims. He even got a bit jealous of the game. When I formatted my computer, Sims wont work. My video card apparently isnt compatible so the computer always says "This application has crashed and will now terminate" and it shuts off my game so I need to buy a newer, much better 3D gaming card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be depressed though. I should be happy. I'm finally moving out this May, I'm going to get a job sometime soon, and I graduate college soon. Whats there to be depressed about? My life doesn't TOTALLY suck aside from where I currently live. But I don't know why I get so depressed and I don't know why I often feel like I'm alone in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy with the way I look so I haven't been wanting much food lately. Either that or I get sick from stress and my food comes back with a vengence... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think he understands me well. I am trying my best to understand him and to be patient with him to try to teach him something. I'm buying him an expensive gaming system and POSSIBLY (unless he finds the one he has now) buy him another engagement ring cause he lost his &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I may want things too, but asking him to see me, saying all I want for christmas was to go back up to NY when he goes so I can actually be with him instead of being alone this christmas, and wanting to talk to him only means I want to BE with him and he doesn't understand... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't understand that my love for him is much like that a dog has for it's owner...you can kick the shit out of a dog and it would still love you... (Don't kick dogs &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; thats abuse) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm trying to understand him. The things he goes through, I ask him about because I worry about him. I try to stay supportive and help him when I see he needs it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackkittyn13:46606</id>
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    <title>Wow, LONG update needed O.o;;</title>
    <published>2006-10-25T18:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-25T18:31:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Yup, I'ts been quite a while since I've seen my LJ ^^; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o I haven't given up on it though, I've just been a bit busy lately. The latest happening with me is that I plan on moving out this summer. I'm breeding Kirby sometime in February or march. I'm going to take the money instead of a puppy. I figure, I could put forth that money with my saved pell checks to help with rent while I look for a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I may breed Kirby more than just that once. More I breed him, more money I can also pull in and he'd help out monetarily too XD Yay, doggy would have a job being a pimp doggy XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner would have a job somewhere at a place who hires me (I'm not picky, a job is a job) Hell, I've wanted one for 3 years now, but due to lack of driving, my mom never took me out looking for a job, so I never had a chance to get one and living so far out, I only have like 3 store near me and NONE of them are hiring x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save up my pell checks so I can help pay rent while I look for a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said I should talk with my grandfather about borrowing his big truck/van to move my furniture in and maybe I can get him to help Hillary with her large furniture to help save her dad money instead of him having to rent one since my grandfather OWNS a big truck/van that is used to move big things. He let us use it when we moved to the boonies. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bored</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T23:00:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T23:00:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I'm bored. I think I'm'll update my LJ layout now. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackkittyn13:46172</id>
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    <title>HA XD I'm a hopeless romantic....HEY that was one of my Sims' life meter results XD</title>
    <published>2006-07-29T08:17:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-29T08:17:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:423; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who exactly ARE you? (AnImE PiCs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LadyAqua/1093452784_ssromantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless romantic...&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/LadyAqua/quizzes/Who+exactly+ARE+you%3F+%28AnImE+PiCs%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/LadyAqua/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=810369"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>w00tlolololz0rPWN360!!!!1111111one</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T03:21:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T03:21:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Today was a good day. I hung out with Zel all day. We played around, ate Jelly beans, watched Gantz, held each other, and then my family invited Zel to go with us to eat at my older brother's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're back at my house, he's calling his dad because it's raining and he has his laptop with him and riding home on his moped in the rain at night with a computer that could get wet and knowing last time he rode in the rain, he got hit by a car, I thought it would be safer if he called his dad at work and let him know what was going on, so thats what he's doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today was a good day..... &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; Except Yahoo and Myspace are being retarded.... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Take a look in the mirror</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T14:33:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T14:33:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;What do I see &lt;br /&gt;I see a face &lt;br /&gt;Looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at this mirror&lt;br /&gt;I stare at that face&lt;br /&gt;I want to break the glass&lt;br /&gt;I want it to all be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that face to disappear&lt;br /&gt;Along with my fears&lt;br /&gt;That disgusting face&lt;br /&gt;Those disgusting tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pathetic cry&lt;br /&gt;I scream&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why&lt;br /&gt;but it stares back&lt;br /&gt;I want it to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;What do I see&lt;br /&gt;I see my life&lt;br /&gt;Flashing before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>~ *Insert Crappy Title Here*~</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T07:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T07:59:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Yeah, I'm on Zel's laptop cause Zero is on my precious. ....I don't like laptop keyboards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the perfect one&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I try to be that perfect one&lt;br /&gt;But I fail at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always face  a competition, &lt;br /&gt;Someone else always gets your light&lt;br /&gt;I try to make everything good&lt;br /&gt;But still we have this fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do to make you do this?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Why do others steal your attention?&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be that perfect one,&lt;br /&gt;the one in those story books.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be your shining star,&lt;br /&gt;but that gets overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be our only light?&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection,&lt;br /&gt;replacement,&lt;br /&gt;sadness...&lt;br /&gt;Why am I such a horrible sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and smile and act okay&lt;br /&gt;but I shake inside&lt;br /&gt;My brain shut down&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;and then I want to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sweet Revenge</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T22:46:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T22:46:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;*cackle* I plan on it. Yes. I will [PUT] a habanero pepper in Gregs food when we eat here at his party... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did something I don't approve of and I must take action. [Habanero pepper action]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cackle hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>"Stupid bitch"</title>
    <published>2006-07-21T05:43:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T05:43:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;"Stupid bitch! I hate blondes. You're a stereotypical blonde you idiot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck anyone who thinks that of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who thinks I'm stupid, tell me to my motherfucking face. I'm sick and tired of people making me out to be this dumbass who doesn't know shit about shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of these motherfucking games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE being called ignorant, dumb, stupid, idiotic, brainless, et-fucking c.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; LEAVE. ME. ALONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the way I act, get the fuck away from me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End rant]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Worthless</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T23:43:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T23:43:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I feel like I should give up. So many people are better than me at everything. I have no job, no way there, I suck at anything artistic, I suck at romance, I suck at being there, I suck at being considered likable. No one wants someone who is unemployed. I'm just a waste of life who just needs to go off and die somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only reason why I dont, is because Greg already lost someone he loved when he was 8 years old. He doesn't wanna lose anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dunno what to do anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting sick a lot lately, I've stopped caring about my health. What happens, happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just....there.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not technically supposed to even be alive. ....But I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talented....at ALL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have died when my mom almost lost me when she was pregnant. But I didn't.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs and burys face in hands and cries silently*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yay</title>
    <published>2006-06-18T21:01:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-18T21:01:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Greggy spent the night at my house last night. I was so happy. I had him here with me all night. He was on the couch, but he was here with me nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised his dad let him spend the night. I knew my mom would, but I'm surprised his dad let him, but hell, I'm not gonna argue. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to leave at 2pm today though u_u poo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Memphis Thursday sometime that evening. We're supposed to be picking Hillary up sometime that afternoon. I'd hafta talk to her and talk to my mom about the times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is big for my grandfather. He's getting married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family went out to eat at Blackbeards last night and Greggy accidentally ate Nick's coleslaw XD Nick was like "WTF?? WHO THE FUCK ATE MY SLAW!??" XD and Greg was like "Oo;; oops?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "NIIIIIIIIIIICE XD" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a little bland now that Greggy left. My mom has to work today, which gives me a limited amount of time to talk to her. She seems to be in an okay mood, but I'm not sure because my mom is a really moody person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greggy laughed at me. On my webcomic, I was working for the longest time on my background and Greggy got bored and clicked one button and the whole background was colored and I was like "O__________________O !!!!!!!! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNO!! &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNO!!" and he just laughed his ass off at me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>All that trouble over something so small</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T04:43:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T04:43:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that I cause him too many problems. He tells me that I don't, but how do you expect me to believe that when I'm the reason they are pissed? When I'm the one who causes the family to fight? When I am the one who is the starting subject for a fight? When my name is mentioned they argue? How? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she got on his computer DEMANDING that he show her how to get online for god knows what. Well, I IMed him. Yanno, under my yahoo user name and he had it set up on his computer to say "Kitten Walter" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the name set up to say what it is: my_computer_hates_you ... why? because I like people to see that my computer hates them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first she bitches him out for it. Tells his dad, his dad doesn't think much of it at first from what Greggy tells me...(all this is based on the info he gave to me BTW) Well, I come home later on tonight, get online, he quickly asks me "HOW DO YOU CHANGE DISPLAY NAMES??" in a panic like that. I tell him to calm down, ask him why, and tell him how. He said his dad saw it on the computer and got pissed. Now I feel bad, they think I'm "being disrespectful and unfiar to the family" and I'm trying to respect them the best I can. If she gets mad at me, thats one thing. I don't like her. But I am cool with his dad and I don't want to have any of his blood relatives to hate me....ESPECIALLY not over a screen name... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Puppy</title>
    <published>2006-04-22T18:17:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-22T18:17:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Yesterday, I got my puppy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute and fluffy. He loves my one dog Sasha. He runs after her XD &lt;br /&gt;Sasha had this big stuffed dog and Kirby snuggled up to it so when I changed his crate today, I had to wash his blanket cause he pooped on it. I washed it and put it back in his crate, but he wasn't happy in there, so I took Sashas big stuffed dog and he stopped crying and snuggled up to it and went to sleep. He tried sleeping in his water bowl, but I moved him out of the water and put him on the big stuffed dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's asleep now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stormed last night (his crate is by my window) and he got scared and started howling, so I took all the pillows off my bed, lined them up on the floor, and slept on the floor next to the puppy. He calmed down and went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started playing today. He ran after my feet and started biting my toes... XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't seem to notice my other dog Ozzy...XD he just kinda ignores the fact that Ozzy's there XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a talkative little thing XD I can hear him well from the other side of the house... I think he tried to bark today... he was playing and he jumped at Sasha and it sounded like a yelp, but he wasn't hurt, so I think he tried to bark... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little tail constantly wags... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems like a happy puppy and he spent most of yesterday sleeping on my bed (He sleeps in his crate at night because I dun want him falling off the bed and getting hurt) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a funny little thing...and he's already spoiled and I haven't had him 24 hours... XD!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>You dropped it, NOW, FIX it... FIX IT NOW DAMN IT!</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T02:53:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T02:53:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Kuolema Tekee Taitielijan" By Nightwish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;What did you drop? Whatever it was, it was breakable and expensive. WHAT?! You broke my heart? That was an antique my mother and father gave me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seems petty, I might be considered "whining" by some people, but words really DO hurt and when the person you love tells you to shut up and tells you that they DO NOT wanna see you, that hurts a lot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like someone took a hammer and hit me in the chest with it because now my heart hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to shut up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he didn't wanna talk to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurt me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to read this blog.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought he'd actually say that to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I get told to shut up from my friends all the time, but I KNOW my friends don't mean it to be mean and they also aren't mad at me when they tell me... He was pissed and told me to shut up and told me he didn't wanna see me... THAT hurt... DO YOU HEAR ME?? THAT HURT! I hope you read this really good because you hurt me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, yes, I AM crying as I write this...I'm crying and screaming the lyrics of the song I'm listening to...my family's not home, so I can do that...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......I....can't......write.......anymore....on....this.....right.....now.....the tears are hurting my eyes...stupid running makeup.... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>HAPPY KITTEN DAY ^__^</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T23:21:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T23:21:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Today is Kitten day. It's not a celebration for me, silly... Actaully, I created this holiday because on April 11, 1997 was when I got my first REAL pet of my own. It was a cat, so thats why it's "Kitten day" It was the day I got my cat Gizmo. He was my first pet (by "real pet" I mean something that does not require living in a cage/terrarium... Jessie lived in a cage because she was a small animal...she was my first ACTUAL pet of my own, but we had to get rid of her so my parents got me a kitty) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, Gizmo passed away in 2002 (he got killed) I still celebrate his birthday (March 3, 1997) and his bringing home day (April 11, 1997) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^;; yes, I'm a tard, but theres nothing wrong with being a pet lover ^__^ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>*Insert a random title here*</title>
    <published>2006-04-10T16:54:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-10T16:54:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0099"&gt;Well, This past weekend sucked. Though, Me and Greggy fixed our problem. I'm guessing he read my blog and E-mail I sent him, because he apologized and was almost in tears (I know, I'm horrible for looking pleased) XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he didn't come over yet, once again last night. We were sposed to hang out with Mark and Michael and everyone, but Mark and Michael decided to go to Greggys house and his stepbitch got pissed (not Marks and Michaels faults...Stepbitch was just looking for an excuse to be a bitch, so I'm not blaming them) Greggy got in trouble and had to cook for him, his dad, and Stepbitch... who was complaining about her arm... *insert crying emoticon* -___- oh boo hoo... she needs to shut up with the fucking act, no one cares... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm a bit peeved at my schooling.... I'm a little behind so I hafta bust ass tomorrow between classes and catch up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Greggys sposed to come over today since his parents are going on a date...and she better fucking not make him "baby sit the dogs" They're DOGS. You lock them in a kennel when you leave and they wont piss or shit on the rug....My puppys gonna get kennel trained (well, O_o when I leave to go somewhere, I'm gonna try to take him with me as much as I can so he wont hafta worry ^^;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my moms off today, so shes spending time with Robert, they're trying to get their wedding arrangement stuff squared away... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^____________^ I can't wait to bring Kirby home. He's gonna be ROTTEN... I'm gonna have him so spoiled... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather said he was the fat boy in the litter XD my little fat boy weeble wobbles when he walks....like Owner, like dog... they do say pets are like their owners.... my cat's sweet at times then turns around and bites then runs into things and is all insane like me XD and my doggy weeble wobbles and eats a lot... just like me XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Thank You Ever So Much ^___^</title>
    <published>2006-04-09T10:09:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-09T10:09:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I've been depressed lately, put in the middle of everyone's arguments. I was trying to get better, trying to look at the 'happy things' but the one person who I look to, even he made me feel like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm a horrible girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm the reason you're sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you let your food get cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I "don't do anything" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry they make you do the yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you don't think I can stay happy with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "I'm enegaged to the greatest woman alive" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm so great, you would not have sat there and reamed me for ten minutes just because your food got cold. I didn't tell you you couldn't eat. You ream me and tell me how I "sat and did nothing all day" but wait for you to come over then you sat there and reamed me for you being sick. Guess what? I'm sick too. Am I reaming you for it? No. Then you sat there and reamed me because they told you to do the yard. I didn't tell them to tell you to do that, ALL I ever wanted was to see you. You say I "can't stay happy" with you "for more than 24 hours" well I'd be happy if you didn't sit there for 10 minutes making me feel like shit then signing off and not dealing with the problem you just caused. All I did was say I wasn't gonna eat because the food my mom cooked wasn't all that great. (shes a good cook, I'm just not in the mood for what she cooked) I was half asleep when I talked to you, half the things you said, I couldn't understand then you started yelling at me. Well congratulations. You accomplished in making me feel like the worst girlfriend alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Is it wrong to think of dying?</title>
    <published>2006-04-08T07:36:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-08T07:37:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Is it wrong to think if something happened to me that I probably wouldn't be missed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rarely ever depressed, but I've been depressed for the past week and a half. I feel like I let a few of my close friends lose faith in me... Hell, if my friends can't even trust me enough to wanna hang around with me anymore, I'm not quite sure if it's wrong to think things like that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm not surrendering myself to my misery and ending everything is because Greggy needs me. I need him. Isabel(my cat) needs me. Kirby(my dog) needs me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, I've been having really strong hot flashes...I dunno why... I've been sick but seeing as I have a lack of Health insurance, going to see a doctor is kinda hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackkittyn13:42332</id>
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    <title>He doesn't believe me when I say...</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T07:49:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T07:50:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;We were talking online and (neat, my ears bleeding.... -___- wonderful) but yeah, anyways, we were talking about how when people are drunk they say things that normally they'd keep bottled up...or he was rather, I was just listening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last time he had alcohol around me (wasn't a good turn out) I told him I loved him and he told me that I "didn't know what love was" and me loving him was bullshit and for me to stop lying, well I asked him if that was how he felt... He didn't say yes, per se, but he didn't deny it... Now I'm in question, does he love me like he says? or was he just drunk and sayting stupid shit? Was it the alcohol talking? or was it his way of telling me I'm not  a good girlfriend? Am I really that selfish? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shut up in the library!</title>
    <published>2006-04-06T16:32:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-06T16:32:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I'm here at school, yet another day. Another wonderful BORING day at school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought enough to update my journal. Already updated the layout of the journal a couple of days ago, but never really got around to updating it. Haven't really said much because I can't hear out of one of my ears and can barely hear out of the other one. My mom said it might be because I'm sick... I just hope it's not a sign of me losing my hearing...I'd be miserable if I couldn't hear the TV or listen to music...god that would suck... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the school's library, updating my journal (Hence the title, Shut up in the library) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Greggy had another argument last night... Of course, he won the argument and resulted in me crying... I told him I felt worthless and tried explaining my reason why... It's a tad bit personal, but lets just say I feel like I have competition... No, he's not cheating, but it's been thought about because of this reason and I just feel like I can't serve my purpose and make him happy... He gets pissed at me, disappointed in me, upset with me, tells my friends that I'm "selfish", and other things, but when I confront him, he says "You do make me happy" If thats the case then stop getting all pissy just because you can't always have your way... You KNOW I've been trying to satisfy you, you KNOW I'm nervous, and you KNOW I don't wanna get caught... Be patient and wait... You wont get anything unless you're patient (mess with me on one of my moodswings and you wont get anything at all *insert frowning emoticon here*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm rude, yes I'm defiant, and yes I'm bitchy, but you know what? I'm PROUD of it XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a bitch, I'll tell you "Thankyou, it's genetic" My brother is on the US Marines(he's usually a nice guy) and sometimes he thinks he can "order" me around. I stare at him like a deer staring into headlights... I defy his "order" and tell him no. Why? Because I WILL NOT take someone coming in my house and barking at me to cook for them....ask me nicely or you don't get shit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with me? Did you read the instruction manual? Look in Troubleshooting tips: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Kitten bites you, seek immediate medical attention. Warning: Fire hazard. Do not leave explosives near the Kitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stupid people's language, I've been having moodswings, prolly some of the worst ones out there... I'm not bleeding (yet) and I'm not cramping (yet) but I feel a surge of hormones...Only, I have never had hot flashes or moodswings this severe before a monthly before Oo;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to consult Zel* ZEL, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME??! IF THERE IS I'M'LL NEUTER YOU! *chases the Zel with a baseball bat* %#@$%@%$#^@$#^#$^$#% ^_______^ I LUFF YOU! GET BACK HERE AND SCREAM LIKE A LITTLE BOY! *hits with bat*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Curl up dead....</title>
    <published>2006-04-04T07:47:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T07:52:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;Whats up with the title of this post? I really don't know. I had a sense of morbidness running through me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows from the events that happened yesterday, there are a number of things running through my head, stressful, yes? Indeed it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things bothering me, yet I'm trying to go on pretending to show nothing going on. Show the happy smile, with tears behind it. Show the eager laugh with cries inside it. Show the insane giggles with depression underneath. Am I trying to put on an act? No. Atleast not a "poor pitiful me" one. I'm trying to pretend I'm happy with nothing going wrong. No one is here to talk to me at the moment, so I'm just gonna try to post here to get it off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;º~*~§~*~ºThings stressing me outº~*~§~*~º&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ A couple of my friends are upset with me, they wont tell me directly, but I know they're upset because I have to find out from my boyfriend who found out from one of my other friends. It bothers me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I have the stress of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I have the stress of my family members trying to get in my friend's business because they don't like a certain person and they harp at me about it. They need to mind their businesses and leave me alone. I have enough problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I'm not sure if hormones can cause stress, but I've been moody lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I'm sick. REALLY sick. I think I have the flu, but I'm not able to miss school. I can't hear out of my left ear, I'm having trouble breathing, and I keep getting hot and cold....within the same 10 minutes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I gotta find a job. SOON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ Someone told me some really hurtful things and they really got to me. I'm quite upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I wanna cry, but I'm afraid to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‡ I thought about cutting... I looked at my knives... they were so shiny... but I fought it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and other things I'd rather not mention here, since this is public, or mention to anyone, are going on with me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is why I've acted wierd lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an act of pity, this is an act of stress. Please don't tell me otherwise, I know whats going on with my body. I know damn well I'm not trying to get attention. I just want this to go away so I can be happy again, but I think my mask got a hole in it, you can see whats underneath the hyper, jumping, smiling me. There is something dark and quiet, I don't like the dark and I'm afraid of silence. I want to find the real happy, jumping, hyper me.... It's lost until I can relieve this stress.... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Giving Up</title>
    <published>2006-04-02T23:30:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-02T23:30:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I give up, you win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about something, yanno, write down a thought in my journal, not reaming anyone, not angry, just a thought....I get jumped on for it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get made to look like a fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get made into a bad guy.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, you win. I'll keep my mouth shut. Make mistakes if you wish, I give. I show my concern, not telling you how to be, not telling you what to be or who to love, I still get jumped on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have had to get things off your chest and all, but some things were said a bit harshly. You probably don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once thought you were losing me or Heather as a friend. Atleast not in my eyes, but I guess from what I read in your eyes you think that. Thats your choice. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Changes</title>
    <published>2006-04-02T06:13:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-02T06:13:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Always be my baby" by Mariah Carey</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0099"&gt;I remember way back when, when we were all younger. Nothing phased us, we only thought about one thing, and that thing was going to your friends house and playing. Remember that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to Hillarys house and we'd play games and imagine ourselves in a house with a lot of peopole and it was like we were in a movie, oh, our imaginations took us places. Many wonderful places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go to Heathers house and we would play nintendo and beanie babies and see who could PWN who at Monopoly. Hell, that hasn't really changed much except the fact that we don't play beanie babies anymore... we grew out of that, but gaming is in our blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to Micheles house and go swimming and play on the trampoline. Remember the booty busters and the breathing game? Now I dun even get to see Michele anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we used to all go bike riding around the neighborhood and we would explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the tree fort Hillary? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, remember when we used to try to sell lemonade for money so we could order a pizza? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to imagine wicked things and write for hours on end. Now I can't think much, I'm too much into adult life to imagine anymore and my rainbow land is turning gray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us change, others of us don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't changed, atleast not much. I still think of those days, still love beanie babies, still love animals, still play video games, still like forts, I still pretend to be a puppy in a colorful Lisa Frank type world. I know it sounds stupid, but thats my inner child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people change because others aren't happy with who they are. Desperation is not love, love is when you care for someone so much you respect them, if they don't care for you in the same way or if they hurt you, thats not a loving thing to do. I just think back to my childhood. Before everyone changed. When we were kids. When we played outside. When we built our fort. When we had to cry and beg our parents to let us spend the night at each others houses. When we played with Beanie babies. When we played with Giga Pets and Nano pets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to turn up the music and dance, sing, pretend we were the singers, and we just acted like nothing in the world could go wrong. What happened to doing that? So what if the song sucks? Dancing to a sucky song while we know we have no lives and we're just reliving childhoods, theres nothing wrong in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to just building tree forts? Age is just another number, you're as young or old as you feel, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to just going on bikerides or walks? Even adults do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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