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  <title>GcDashboard</title>
  <subtitle>A Girl whose pages tore...</subtitle>
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    <name>A Girl whose pages tore...</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gcdashboard:83858</id>
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    <title>Yayy Theatre</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T05:06:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T05:06:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">* (X) If you have heard of the show&lt;br /&gt;* (CD) If you own/listen to the CD&lt;br /&gt;* (SEEN) If you have seen the show (Professional, Civil Lights, Community Theater, etc) If you've seen it more than once write the number after SEEN&lt;br /&gt;* ("Your Part") If you have been in it (put your particular part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it BLANK if none of the options apply…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go. Let's see how much you really love Musical Theater/Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be HONEST. Not very many people have ever heard of the show "Flora the Red Menace." Don't get down to the results and see you're only 5 away from being a "Musical Theater Master" and change a few of your answers! Just own up, and if you want, make yourself more knowledgeable. Go listen to the ones you haven't heard of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Q: X&lt;br /&gt;Chicago: X, seen movie&lt;br /&gt;Chitty Chitty Bang Bang: X&lt;br /&gt;Fiddler on the Roof: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Lestat: &lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast: X&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Rotten Scoundrels: X&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia: &lt;br /&gt;Sweeney Todd: X&lt;br /&gt;The Color Purple:X &lt;br /&gt;The Light in the Piazza:&lt;br /&gt;The Pajama Game: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;The Producers: X&lt;br /&gt;Movin' Out: &lt;br /&gt;Rent: X, CD, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Spamalot: &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Charity: X &lt;br /&gt;The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee: &lt;br /&gt;The Lion King: X, CD, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of the Opera: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;The Threepenny Opera:&lt;br /&gt;The Woman in White:&lt;br /&gt;Little Shop of Horrors: X, SEEN, CD&lt;br /&gt;Wicked: X&lt;br /&gt;Annie: X, SEEN, CD&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and the Amazing Tecnicolor Dream Coat: X, CD, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Sunday in the Park With George:&lt;br /&gt;Into the Woods: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Boys:&lt;br /&gt;In My Life:&lt;br /&gt;Ring of Fire:&lt;br /&gt;42nd Street: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Brigadoon:&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret: X&lt;br /&gt;Carousel: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Cats: X, seen movie&lt;br /&gt;Chess:&lt;br /&gt;A Chorus Line: X&lt;br /&gt;Evita: X&lt;br /&gt;The Full Monty: X&lt;br /&gt;Grease: X, CD, SEEN, Was in..Rizzo&lt;br /&gt;Guys and Dolls: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Jekyll and Hyde: X&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Loot:&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma: X, CD, seen movie, was in...chorus&lt;br /&gt;My Fair Lady: X&lt;br /&gt;Nunsense: X&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Horror Show: X,CD, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Seussical: &lt;br /&gt;South Pacific: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Stomp: &lt;br /&gt;Fosse:&lt;br /&gt;Blast:&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Smell of Success:&lt;br /&gt;How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying: &lt;br /&gt;Working:&lt;br /&gt;The Who's Tommy:&lt;br /&gt;Victor/Victoria: X&lt;br /&gt;West Side Story: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;La Boheme: X&lt;br /&gt;The Wizard of Oz: X &lt;br /&gt;The Wiz: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Town:&lt;br /&gt;You're a Good Man Charlie Brown: X, CD, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables: X, CD, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Oliver!: X&lt;br /&gt;Pippin:X&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of Penzance: &lt;br /&gt;Tick Tick Boom: &lt;br /&gt;The Boy From Oz: &lt;br /&gt;Gypsy: X&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly Modern Millie: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Altar Boyz:&lt;br /&gt;Annie Get Your Gun: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Anything Goes: X,SEEN &lt;br /&gt;Aspects of Love: &lt;br /&gt;Assassins:&lt;br /&gt;Barnum: X&lt;br /&gt;Big:&lt;br /&gt;Bombay Dreams:&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Birdie: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Hair: &lt;br /&gt;1776:&lt;br /&gt;Footloose: X&lt;br /&gt;Once Upon a Mattress: X, SEEN, was in...i cannot even remember who i was&lt;br /&gt;Allegro:&lt;br /&gt;Camelot: X&lt;br /&gt;Children of Eden: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella: X&lt;br /&gt;Damn Yankees: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Dreamgirls:&lt;br /&gt;Fame: &lt;br /&gt;The Fantasticks: &lt;br /&gt;Flora the Red Menace:&lt;br /&gt;Flower Drum Song:&lt;br /&gt;On the Town:&lt;br /&gt;Follies:X&lt;br /&gt;On a Clear Day You Can See Forever: &lt;br /&gt;Nine:&lt;br /&gt;The Music Man: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;The Most Happy Fella:&lt;br /&gt;Miss Saigon: &lt;br /&gt;Man of La Mancha: X&lt;br /&gt;Mame: &lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me Kate: X&lt;br /&gt;The King and I: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;Irene:&lt;br /&gt;I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change:&lt;br /&gt;A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum: &lt;br /&gt;Parade:X&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan: X&lt;br /&gt;Ragtime: X&lt;br /&gt;Riverdance: X &lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night Fever: X&lt;br /&gt;Smokey Joe's Café:&lt;br /&gt;Showboat: X, SEEN&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of Music: X, SEEN, Was in..Maria&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Garden: X&lt;br /&gt;Ruthless!:X&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Blvd:X&lt;br /&gt;Swing:&lt;br /&gt;Taboo: &lt;br /&gt;Titanic: X&lt;br /&gt;Triumph of Love:&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Party:&lt;br /&gt;The Scarlet Pimpernel: X&lt;br /&gt;Company:&lt;br /&gt;Contact:&lt;br /&gt;No, No Nanette: &lt;br /&gt;Hedwig and the Angry Inch: X&lt;br /&gt;High Society: &lt;br /&gt;Kiss of the Spiderwoman:&lt;br /&gt;A Little Night Music:&lt;br /&gt;Urinetown: &lt;br /&gt;All Shook Up: X&lt;br /&gt;The Baker's Wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now count the number of answers you left blank to find your grade:&lt;br /&gt;.. Missed&lt;br /&gt;0-9 ----A+---- Your are the Musical Theater Master!!! We all Bow down to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-22 ----A---- Great!!! You really know your stuff! Now you'll go and listen to the one's you didn't mark to find out what you're missing… Don't deny it, you know you were going to do that even before you got down to the results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-34 ----B---- Pretty Good!!! You are on your way up to being a bonifide Musical Theater know-it-all, now go out and see what you're missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35-46 ----C---- Average. You know of Musical Theater, but perhaps it's not your specialty. If you want to become a Master, just go and look into the shows you didn't check off, most of them are worth looking into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47-58 ----D---- Boo!!! Go look into the shows you don't know!! I know you mean well, but really, the "Popular" shows aren't the only ones out there! Go look into some of the less-popular ones, you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 and Over----F!---- Why did you take this Quiz? Were you bored? Have you ever even heard of Showtunes?! It's ok. Go to Yahoo music and listen to a few soundtracks you may like what you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-post with your grade and see what your theater buddies score.</content>
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    <title>HALLOWEEN WAS SOOO YESTERDAY</title>
    <published>2005-11-01T19:46:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-01T19:46:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_gcdashboard' lj:user='gcdashboard' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gcdashboard.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gcdashboard.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gcdashboard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s Halloween party: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;b&gt;__speedlimit&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Mary-Kate Olsen with her very own conjoined Ashley.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;_frenchfilms&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a 1990's grunge child, though it looked more like a pool.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;_touchmeimsick&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Jennifer Lopez.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;ashleywolf&lt;/b&gt; didn't dress up, spoilsport.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;best_of_dying&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a witch.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bottomlooksup&lt;/b&gt; dressed as your brother.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;brooke1711&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Master Shake.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;chiisaiponbiki&lt;/b&gt; didn't dress up, spoilsport.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;derangedfairy&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Gisele Bundchen.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;docwelch&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Tori Amos.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;drwigglepants&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a devil.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;east_coast&lt;/b&gt; forgot to put on clothes!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;elaine_marley&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a cat.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;emis_world04&lt;/b&gt; didn't even show up and doesn't get any candy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fallenstar12&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a substitute information technology supervisor.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;forgive_no_sin&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a bottle of Taxowadate.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;friendsxguns&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Optimus Prime.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;fromdawntodusk&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a halfback for the Steelers.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;greenfaerie454&lt;/b&gt; gets drunk, strips naked, and somehow emerges dressed as a transparent ghost.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;hoopsdaddy135&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the Duke of Formcit.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;japalianstalion&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Gwyneth Paltrow's aunt.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;light_myfire&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Barney the dinosaur.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;lilmo910&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the Brady Bunch -- all of them.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;liquidmistletoe&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a blue arrangement.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;lizzymccarthy&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Tiffani-Amber Thiessen.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;lordpenguin&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a character from Harry Potter and the Strength Giant, though it looked more like Optimus Prime.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;meag0&lt;/b&gt; dressed as John F. Kennedy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;meanheart&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the spirit of their dead grandmother Beulah.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;midnightdreary_&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the main character of "Requiem for a Dream".&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;midnite_cadaver&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the King of Maldives.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;minotothehutch&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the Governor of Nevada.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nessa1234&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a disturbing self-made character called "Skipper Gorillaface".&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nessababy831&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a Level 12 sorcerer.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;offbroadway_&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the Archbishop of Conti.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;punkari118&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a Stewart Kiefer AssociatesCooperative employee.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;reallywoodenhat&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a Sad Mac.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;scrming4attntn&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a new superhero: Laser Bug.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;she_canthearyou&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a new member of the Wu-Tang Clan, Erratic Prophet.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;silvershadowxx&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Kirsten Dunst.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;soccerchica8138&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Bill Clinton.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;staryanne&lt;/b&gt; forgot to put on clothes!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;strwberrychelly&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the Downward Power Ranger.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;thesituation&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Cameron Diaz riding a turkey, though it looked more like Amanda Bynes riding a squirrel.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;travelingitch&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Susan Lucci.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;wewantnoise&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a puddle.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;wheres_nemo&lt;/b&gt; dressed as Cmdr. Riker from "Star Trek", and it suited them all too well.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;whoblowsthere&lt;/b&gt; didn't dress up, spoilsport.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;wise_wallflower&lt;/b&gt; dressed as a people.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;xjamesxdeanx&lt;/b&gt; dressed as the love child of Dan Fouts and Anna Nicole Smith.&lt;br&gt;



&lt;br&gt;Throw your own party at the &lt;a href="http://sigma7.freestarthost.com/phpnonsense/hallomeme.html"&gt;Hallomeme&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1px"&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://sigma7.freestarthost.com/phpnonsense/"&gt;phpNonsense&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I like it.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-09-04T13:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T17:58:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T17:58:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">once an asshole always an asshole&lt;br /&gt;i never ever learn</content>
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    <title>Your the only one who knows exactly what I mean...</title>
    <published>2005-09-01T21:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T21:55:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss him so so so so much. I know it sounds pathetic but I literally cry myself to sleep. Latelty I really have be one big wreck. Its so different not being with him now. And not having someone there constantly making me smile like he did. I love the shit out of him. And it's those time when he calls for no damn reason and tells me he misses me. Or when he calls and tells me hes sick from drinking and doesnt know how to deal with it without me. Or when his dumbass calls to tell me he locked himself in a freezer. I just love him. Gah. I used to think this sappy shit was overrated. But I dont even care anymore because I'm in freaking love.</content>
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    <title>fuckin right</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T05:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T05:24:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END HOMOPHOBIA</content>
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    <title>Goodbye sucks. Period.</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T03:48:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T03:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, I know. I don't update. I just basically grew out of this phase of my life I guess. But theres one phase I'm afraid I will never grow out of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it has to happen. You avoid it like herpes, hoping against hope that you aren't the one who has to endure it, but inevitably, you have to deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to set the stage here, then if you wish, you can stop reading and simply fill in your own experience with this, suddenly fading off into your dim memories when you too were forced to say goodbye to someone you desperately didn't want to. Letting go, it turns out, really is hard to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you met him (or her), and things clicked way quicker than you ever remember them clicking w/ someone else. I'm talking "wow, I'd like to stick around after the sex" type of clicking. If your first impulse isn't making an excuse to leave and mentally routing the bus route you're taking to get home (or the best corner to grab a taxi, depending upon the severity of your situation). Now, if after the sex, you not only don't have that knee-jerk, prison-break impulse, but you actually want to stay, to talk to him (or her) and hang out, well...then something's going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, something is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance starts. The kind you always swore you were either against, wasn't ever going to happen to you, or simply didn't exist. You find yourself saying and doing things that caused you to cringe and shudder only months ago at the mere thought of it. "Are these flowers in my hand? Where did I get them? Am I seriously concerned about the nagging pain in her ankle she keeps talking about? Wait a fucking minute, why am I in Bed, Bath, and Beyond?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends start noticing. "What's up with you lately?" "When did you pick up those jeans...did she get them for you?" "Holy shit, did you cut your toenails?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smirk and laugh, some a touch bitter at your sudden personality change, most actually happy for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something's wrong, you can tell this just ain't you, but by God, you feel.....happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my FUCKING GOD, those first few days/weeks/months when it hits you like that, you might as well have a morphine drip in your arm at all times, because NOTHING can bring you down. The sound of your alarm clock that used to make you wish inanimate objects could feel pain? Music to your fucking ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never thought it could happen to you and now that it has you're the happiest you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're minded of the golden rule of life. The only constant in change. Things fall apart. Suddenly your world is chopped into a thousand pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is over, but you can't face that. You fight like bloody hell, passionately debating him, explaining how things can be, desperately trying to do the impossible, force someone else's heart into feeling the same way yours does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who cares about you in your life tries to help. Buddies line up to drink w/ you, smoke w/ you, laugh with you, tell you to move on, buck up, go get laid and forget the jerk. Family supports you, whispering ageless sentiments into your ear like "it wasn't meant to be" and "the right one will come along." You believe none of it, of course, but you appreciate the effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the people who love you showering you with affection, it dawns on you..."it's not helping." You want two things desperately; him (or her), and if not that, than to be alone, most likely with booze, and to be left that way until things are different, or you're drunk, or both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time drips by, days seem unending as you silently torture yourself with images of him (or her), stretching every moment out until he loses all linear sense and becomes one long, garbled, confusing mass of sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes on and on, for longer than you thought possible, and it seems to get worse, not better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You snap a few times, setting up face to face meetings even though it kills you just to see him. You manage to get alcohol involved, even getting her (or him) into the sack once or twice more. After all, we're all human, and everyone likes affection from time to time. Those fleeting moments of intimacy are so intense for you that you feel on the verge of tears the whole time, even though at the moment, you're getting exactly what you wanted, him (or her)..but the knowledge that it's fools gold, an apparition, and will soon disappear before your very eyes like smoke only makes the situation that much more insane. You kiss her (or him) as if they're the last lips you'll ever taste, and as far as your concerned at the moment, they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then time passes. The raw, bottomless pain that encompassed your life softens a little. It doesn't pass, but it eases in intensity, you begin to scrape out something like the life you had before, all the while continually entertaining the foolish, self-defeating dreams of her (or him) coming back to you. "If you love something, set it free, if it comes back, it's true" becomes your new motto. You almost convince yourself it's going to work out, even though in your heart of hearts you know it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you refuse to say goodbye. To officially move on. To wish him (or her) the best and take a step in the other direction. It's too hard. It's too final. It's too....real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you stay, right in the little, decrepit hole you've dug for yourself, now comfortable in the misery you've become so accustomed to, too afraid to live again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere, deep inside, you secretly hope he (or she) is hurting too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're not, because they've moved on. And you haven't. And in life, no one's gonna do shit for you. You do it, or it doesn't get done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as that.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-06-28T11:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-28T15:23:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-28T15:23:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">top 5 thoughts at this exact moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. so frickin tired&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to send in a money order asap&lt;br /&gt;3. Jimmy is coming in a few hours!&lt;br /&gt;4. Its cold as shit in here&lt;br /&gt;5. OC in 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 favorite movies right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;2. Garden State&lt;br /&gt;3. Love and Basketball&lt;br /&gt;4. Team America&lt;br /&gt;5. Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 ways you feel right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. tired&lt;br /&gt;2. cold&lt;br /&gt;3. worried&lt;br /&gt;4. anxious&lt;br /&gt;5. excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 5 people you talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Valerie&lt;br /&gt;3. Rian&lt;br /&gt;4. Lauren&lt;br /&gt;5. Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the Last five Things You Have Bought:&lt;br /&gt;1. hair ties&lt;br /&gt;2. ae tanks&lt;br /&gt;3. lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;4. bras and underwear&lt;br /&gt;5. cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Five Drinks You Regularly Drink:&lt;br /&gt;1. diet coke&lt;br /&gt;2. beer&lt;br /&gt;3. water&lt;br /&gt;4. orange juice&lt;br /&gt;5. oh and beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you Cried, and why?: last...monday night i think. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's In Your CD Player? further seems forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Under Your Bed? crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair? just thrown up ina bun..its still wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? shorts, a beater, and my polo flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Worry? that I will forget to do something this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Love? meh. my kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hate? mai thais..never. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place To Be? lying on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Place? work or river hill high school...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Could Play An Instrument? the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Would You Like To Go? Paris..or Austrailia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Do you want to live? New York or here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food? Thai Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color of most clothes you own? pink or blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of pillows you sleep with? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear when you go to sleep? a tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were you doing 12AM last night? in bed watching Dawsons Creek with my cat..yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think you'll be doing in 10 years? I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you paranoid? Yes, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you burn or tan? burn, then tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo? Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First enemy? my neighbor Aiiden..but then we kissed and made up on the slide lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate? umm crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be with anyone right now, who would it be? My villa girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your full name? Erica Rose Malick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When and why did you last vomit? Saturday night and all of sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your pockets right now? lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing that made you laugh? Mark bitching about people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best bed sheets you had as a child? Little mermaid ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite childhood pet? didnt like animals..tho i always wanted a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any pets now? dawson, charlotte, and max &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u like your teeth? i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inny or an outty? Inny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite restaurant? macaroni grill...mmmm OH or red robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;describe your fingernails? bitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your dreams like? freakin insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses? neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shoes do you wear: flips flops..always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last four digits of your phone number: 6605&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell your dreams to? no one rly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/off: when are we talking about..?</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-06-16T09:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T14:01:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T14:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do yourself a huge favor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw a huge party at your house. It doesn't end well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god for the hoco popo. I am in love with them.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-06-15T03:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-15T07:23:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-15T17:27:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Listen asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to stop acting like you fucking KNOW me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are NOT my friend. and you obviously have never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine with the way I look and I don't need a fucking livejournal stalker telling me otherwise. Fuck your "healthy" standards. I don't even need to be explaining myself here because I've grown the fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people I truely care about and the peoples opinions that really matter to me were with me tonight. So obviously you have your own fuckin issues to deal with. Look at yourself in the mirror..and ask yourself..Why do I feel the need to judge someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and livejournal is definetly the way to communicate your opinions to someone..Tell me to my face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way..stop typing my name ERCA. You fake ass.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-06-01T02:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-02T06:16:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-02T06:16:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Once again...I am ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ganja where have u been all my life??&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Will you be here tomorrow?</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-05-24T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T06:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T06:14:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All I have to say tonight is&lt;br /&gt;I am ridiculously stoned&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna go to sleep</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-05-18T00:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T05:24:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T05:24:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AHHHHHH! I am going to go insane! I don't know what to do with myself...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just get ridiculously stoned this weekend and forget all this shit and pretend not to care for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Villaaa!</content>
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    <title>AHHH!</title>
    <published>2005-05-07T15:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-07T15:26:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FRESHMAN YEAR IS OVERRR!&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOW A SOPHOMORE IN COLLEGE, BITCHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls already!</content>
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    <title>I love my retarded school</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T03:06:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T03:06:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whoever said you couldn't have fun in college without alcohol and parties was a goddamn lier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had the best time with some finger paint, a parachuete, and mad gab. It was soo much fun. I could never leave the Villa..we just have wayyy to much fun.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-05-01T01:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T06:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T06:00:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im not even using this peice anymore for anything besides these things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My uncle once: kept a job for more than a month&lt;br /&gt;2. Never in my life: will I like hippos&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was five: I rocked out to some Billy Ray Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;4. High School was: shit&lt;br /&gt;5. I will never forget: my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;6. I once met: ANDREW FUCKING MCMAHON&lt;br /&gt;7. There's this guy/girl I know who: is a whorebag&lt;br /&gt;8. Once, at a bar: I got tanked..but whats new really&lt;br /&gt;9. By noon I'm usually: in class?&lt;br /&gt;10. Last night: was SOO much fun. last saturday night at the Villa..well spent i must say&lt;br /&gt;11. If I only had: a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;12. Next time I go to church: will be christmas&lt;br /&gt;13. Terry Schiavo: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;14. What worries me most: disapointing my parents&lt;br /&gt;15. When I turn my head right, I see: it aches&lt;br /&gt;16. When I turn my head left, I see: aches&lt;br /&gt;17. You know I'm lying when: i turn bright red or my eyes shift funny&lt;br /&gt;18. You know what I miss most about the eighties: the hair..come on&lt;br /&gt;19. If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I'd be: helena&lt;br /&gt;20. By this time, next year: I'll be a sophomore in college..damn&lt;br /&gt;21. A better name for me would be?: fuckin bitch&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a hard time understanding: Math!&lt;br /&gt;23. If I ever go back to school I'll: wha&lt;br /&gt;24. You know I like you if: i punch you...a lot&lt;br /&gt;25. If I won an award, the first person I'd thank would be: My grandmother&lt;br /&gt;26. Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens &amp; Geraldine Ferraro are: fuckin dont care&lt;br /&gt;27. Take my advice, never: drink a whole bottle of Captain after eating a lot of pizza and wings&lt;br /&gt;28. My ideal breakfast is: raisin bran crunch&lt;br /&gt;29. A song I love, but do not have is: I don't&lt;br /&gt;30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest: you bring a gun...honestly. its that bad now haha Jerseyyyy what&lt;br /&gt;31. Tulips, character flaws, microchips &amp; track stars: yes...&lt;br /&gt;32. Why won’t anyone: shut the hell up..i need sleep people!&lt;br /&gt;33. Girls are: whores&lt;br /&gt;34. Guys are: dicks&lt;br /&gt;35. My favorite holiday is: xmas or thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;36. For my birthday, I like to: be taken to an awesome concert...i mean i do it for other people&lt;br /&gt;37. Today I'm going to: help douche bag with his paper...sleep...and write my paper&lt;br /&gt;38. Paperclips are more useful than: shit&lt;br /&gt;39. If I do anything well, it's: getting trashed on saturday nights at villa&lt;br /&gt;40. And by the way: im going to bed</content>
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    <title>True Dat Homie</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T04:28:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T04:28:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=6672"&gt;"Which Laguna Beach Character are You?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz2/6672/res4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kristin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Hot and like to party!!! Ms. Popular! Why have one boy when there are plenty to go around!?  Plus you don't want anyone to tie you down when you're just trying to have fun.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-04-15T01:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T05:34:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074769185" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;What Icons are for you? by ladyallie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="armored_username" value="gcdashboard" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Favourite Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span 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    <title>Lyke OMG</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T05:53:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T05:53:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WE MET ANDREW MCMAHON!!!! Holy shit. The SoCo/Days Away show was frickin amazing! The trip to York was completly worth it. Our lives are officially complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v227/gcdashboard/IMG_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie, Andrew, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v227/gcdashboard/IMG_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and the boys from Days Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh I'm so happy...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gcdashboard:77106</id>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-04-12T02:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-13T06:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-13T06:52:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043983202_cturesBlue.JPG" border="0" alt="Blue info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &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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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gcdashboard:76591</id>
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    <title>Hah</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T22:22:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T22:22:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 51% Idiot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=741516d0-8635-449e-8e7b-914071fd3d36"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=81482154-31f3-48eb-bbc6-b6a0e7c78857.gif" alt="Don&amp;#39;t Think Right." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am an idoit. Not as much as most.  There are even people out there that annoy the hell out of me.  What was I talking about?&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=741516d0-8635-449e-8e7b-914071fd3d36"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Idiot Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean..wasn't a huge suprise.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gcdashboard:76374</id>
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    <title>Oh fuck no</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T05:54:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T05:54:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;width:150px;BORDER: 1px solid;PADDING: 5px;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffc933; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom:5px; font-size:12px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 49% Emo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=5aff31b8-1734-4839-ad53-52b636ffb8db"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/testimage.aspx?img=595f9da2-750a-42b8-883d-f6e038053568.gif" alt="Semi-Emo ...mummble." border="0" style="margin-top:5px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top:5px;" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:10px;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=5aff31b8-1734-4839-ad53-52b636ffb8db"&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt;Emo Test&lt;br&gt;@ FualiDotCom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will NOT stop listening to Dashboard. EVER. NEVER.</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-04-01T02:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T07:18:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T07:18:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DASHBOARD IS COMING BACK TO BALTIMORE.&lt;br /&gt;MAY 1ST! &lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO PEE MY PANTS.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOOOO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;OH.MY.GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-03-27T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T16:30:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T16:30:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medox/1061317335_zbardotpic.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8acb85c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Brigitte Bardot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medox/quizzes/What%20Classic%20Pin-Up%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Classic Pin-Up 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;</content>
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    <title>gcdashboard @ 2005-03-19T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-21T04:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-21T04:09:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love you, do you love me? I love you and not in a friendly way,&lt;br /&gt;although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced attraction&lt;br /&gt;puppy dog way although I'm sure that's what you call it.  I love you,&lt;br /&gt;very simply, very truly.  You're the epitome of everything I've ever &lt;br /&gt;looked for in another human being and I know you think of me as just &lt;br /&gt;a friend and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option &lt;br /&gt;you'd ever consider. But I had to say it, I just can't take this&lt;br /&gt;anymore, I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you, I &lt;br /&gt;can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read&lt;br /&gt;about in trashy romance novels, I can't talk to you without wanting to&lt;br /&gt;express my love for everything you are.  And I know this will probably&lt;br /&gt;like queer our friendship, but I had to say it cause I've never felt &lt;br /&gt;this way before and I don't care, I like who I am because of it.  And &lt;br /&gt;if bringing this out tonight means that we can't hang out anymore &lt;br /&gt;then that hurts me but God I couldn't allow another day without &lt;br /&gt;getting it out there regardless of the outcome, which by the look on &lt;br /&gt;your face, is to be the inevitable shoot down and you know I'll accept&lt;br /&gt;that but I know, I know that some part of you is hesitating for a &lt;br /&gt;moment and if there is a moment of hesitation then that means you &lt;br /&gt;feel something too and all I ask is that you please not dismiss that &lt;br /&gt;and try to dwell on it for just 10 seconds.  There isn't another soul&lt;br /&gt;on this whole planet who has made me half of the person I am when I'm&lt;br /&gt;with you. And I'd risk this friendship for a chance to take it to the &lt;br /&gt;next plateau because it's there between you and me you can't deny &lt;br /&gt;that. Even if we never talk again after tonight please know that I am&lt;br /&gt;forever changed because of who you're and what you've meant to me.</content>
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    <title>Flippin Sweet!</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T17:54:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T17:54:46Z</updated>
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