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  <title>people just dont get the love affair i'm having with myself</title>
  <subtitle>julia</subtitle>
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    <name>julia</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-11T21:33:13Z</updated>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-08-11T14:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T21:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T21:33:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">girls feel eachother up for smack outside our bedroom window.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:72550</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-07-19T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T23:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T23:43:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am a tattoo whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when casey says dont worry about the money.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:72329</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-07-05T12:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T19:02:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T19:03:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;we know i answered horse to all of them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:72045</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-06-17T09:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T16:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T16:30:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">foucault can go fuck himself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:71766</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-06-15T13:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T20:39:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T20:39:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my sleeve is done and its so hot and dorky at the same time itll make your stomach ache... sort like very slow oral.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:71569</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-05-26T12:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T19:59:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T19:59:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i asked shane if he could get me a banana this morning and he peeled the entire thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;adorable say what</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:71277</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-05-20T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-20T17:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-20T17:08:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my partner has decided not to share anything with me but instead with fucking ridiculous internet communities. it is like im living with a room mate. and no matter how hard i try to talk about it the situation is avoided. i think its over.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bleedingfab:70943</id>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-05-05T16:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T23:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T23:50:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its so tough cheating on your wife and keeping it from.</content>
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    <title>age</title>
    <published>2005-03-05T23:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-05T23:37:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#66CCFF" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 26 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  26  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-03-03T10:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T18:21:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T18:21:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the construction workers on the roof of the restaurant so saw me in my fucking undies this morning</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-02-01T09:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T17:52:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T17:52:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so ive realized its sort of sad that the only people i hang out with are hayden at awkward coffee dates on granville street and shane. no offence to either of them. i mean hayden you are the shit double denim double denim. and there is no other person in the world i would rather fight about furniture and poster arrangements in our home then you shane kisses and all the mushy girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really. so many people keep telling me they miss me. has it really been that long since i surfaced from davie street?&lt;br /&gt;please leave  your name and phone number and the date of your call and i will get back to you with a blitzkreig of werd.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-01-28T07:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T15:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T15:58:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have a tattoo sleeve. middle knuckle to elbow.&lt;br /&gt;it only took six months to finish.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-01-22T10:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T18:55:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T18:55:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches&lt;br /&gt;apples&lt;br /&gt;bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning sunshine.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2005-01-01T13:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-01T21:40:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">new years&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                       shitty.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-12-07T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T23:54:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-07T23:54:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so stupid.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-11-29T12:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T20:56:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T20:56:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">seems like i fuck things up no matter what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that everything i try and do to make this better is going to end us whether i want it to or not.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-11-23T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-23T23:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-23T23:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont know why the foyer of the apartment smells like a creamsicle but im deffinitely not complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antiques roadshow is particularly good today.&lt;br /&gt;a painting that is a fraud? now that IS exciting.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-11-16T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-17T06:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-17T06:05:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it makes me sad that we dont act like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me sad that you didnt invite me to your parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are sleeping. i dont want to wake you up to talk about lame things like these.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-11-07T22:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T06:33:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-08T06:33:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no dice bitches</lj:music>
    <content type="html">he just fucked me really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wet spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you are all vomitting in your mouths while reading this.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-11-06T09:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-06T17:43:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-06T17:43:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my tattoo now goes all the way up to my elbow. i hand my hand in his crotch and his elbow in mine. it was hot and sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;id hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG IM JOKING SHANE.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-11-02T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-02T18:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-02T18:26:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dish day.&lt;br /&gt;screen print.&lt;br /&gt;booster juice job job job&lt;br /&gt;funhouse tattoo&lt;br /&gt;sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it get any better</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-10-28T18:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-29T01:52:43Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-29T01:52:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">will has a skin head jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed a lot and said:&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE FASCIST</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-10-26T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-26T22:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-26T22:31:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i like how me and shane cant communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we type eachother letters on the typewriter and then read them in the bathroom then write back responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really need to work on that.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-10-25T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-25T23:52:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-25T23:52:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i made three painting surprises for shane today while he was at work.&lt;br /&gt;                             i drew jesus on a crucifix with the sacred heart and taped it inside the glass cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i painted jesus' crying face with barbed wire and put it beside our telephone on the nifteh little alcove in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;         he has green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         and i painted a pinup girl with her tits stuck way out and fish net hose and put it in the bathroom near the floor on the vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like how im going to see death from above in november and wont have to be annoyed by 12 year old girls in tank tops screaming about how much they want to suck billy talent off.</content>
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    <title>bleedingfab @ 2004-10-19T10:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-19T17:43:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-19T17:43:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel like such a house wife and it doesnt even bother me. i get home from school, do the dishes and make dinner for when shane comes home.  then we go for walks down davie and get coffee at melrichies then come home to notes ive left on the kitchen table reminding him to pay his bc college of teachers fees and rent lord of the flies for his class to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so weird.&lt;br /&gt;luv jules</content>
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