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  <title>                                                                      .Ordinary.</title>
  <subtitle>Jessi</subtitle>
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    <name>Jessi</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-23T18:54:59Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billy_seven:61282</id>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2009-07-23T13:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-23T18:54:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-23T18:54:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Two years later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:billy_seven:60953</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Know Thyself</title>
    <published>2007-09-30T20:28:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-30T20:28:47Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your favorite thing about yourself? Least favorite thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=33'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=33"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Alright, I don't really have writer's block, I have a bunch of pics for y'all too see...buuuuuut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go with my ability to admit mistakes. Some people are always right in their own minds, and I am not like that. I question my logic and my reason and objectify situations. I may not be the whitest sheep in the flock, but I know my faults. Sometimes Keith tells me I overanalyze things, that I readdress and readdress til it makes my head spin. It's true. And it's hateable as well. I get frustrated with it, because sometimes it seems useless and hopeless....buuuuuut if we don't admit our mistakes and reflect as such, we don't grow as much from the situation.&amp;nbsp; It's my favorite thing, and my least favorite thing about myself (ask me again later, it'll change, :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of something my brother said to my new Papa (PapaGino!) before they all met me. Papa Gino asked what David's&amp;nbsp; favorite thing about his sister was, and without delay at all. Not even a moment to think "She always puts everyone else before herself" This is something I don't really notice, but it just swells the heart to know that my smart little bro, has some respect for his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough bullcrap. On to the exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001rrxd/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="212" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001k2ss/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;img width="159" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001pc02/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="212" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001rrxd/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Mummy</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-09-29T09:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-29T14:48:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-29T17:01:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley &amp; Allison Krauss</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Hey guys (not that anyone reads this anyways...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mom's wedding so I finally get to intarweb because I'm out here for it. Oh yeah, I moved to boissevain? It was one of those midnight moves, to escape high bills under a veil of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I work for MTI which would be all those people you hang up on every day. Thaaaaaaat's us! telemarketers. I don't mind it too terribly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still with my lovely Keith. He moved with me, eh? We fight like a married couple but we have some intense love going on. It makes me so happy :) And my kitties are happy too! We pay 200$ for a small two bedroom house that a guy named Juan has. He's only home when his girlfriend and him are fighting, so we have the place to ourselves mostly. I made a couple new friends, Debbie and Leigh. One day maybe I'll be able to post some pictures. Until then though, here's me, about 30 pounds skinnier than what&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp; a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="239" height="235" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001cewp" /&gt;&lt;img width="242" height="238" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001d747" /&gt;&lt;img width="235" height="239" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001eb0h" /&gt;&lt;img width="311" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001fq9t" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001ggr9/"&gt;&lt;img width="239" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001ggr9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than you needed/wanted to see? I don't give a shit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT @ Noon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001h94y/"&gt;&lt;img width="454" height="266" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001h94y/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Protesters' sandals are left scattered on the ground Sept. 27, 2007 after soldiers fired automatic weapons into a crowd in downtown Rangoon, Burma, also known as Myanmar. Tens of thousands of pro-democracy protesters were fired on in Burma's main city while braving a crackdown that has drawn international appeals for restraint by the ruling military junta. Nine people were reportedly killed." (The Mandalay Gazette/Associated Press)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no hippie, and I'm no activist, but there's some events that just make my blood boil and my soul cringe. I don't understand the necessity of violence in this regard, and you know what? I know y'all feel the same way. Sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/Owner/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Are You Bored?</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T16:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T16:28:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.museumofbadart.org/collection/portraiture-3.html"&gt;The Museum of Bad Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fantastic (Lish &amp;amp; Marika especially) It's a museum of bad art that people found and donated mostly. And this one is my favorite! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM2tk8qS7eo&amp;amp;feature=RecentlyWatched&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;Jolanda the Ugliest Best Chipmunk Cat Ice Cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, and laughed (and cried) at the Big Butch Lesbian Doll. If you haven't seen this guy yet, do it now, because whether you like it or not your internet knowledge will greaten. That's right. Greaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go search up YouTube for Buster's Harry Potter, because I'm too lazy to find the stuff again. But it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-07-21T10:09:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T15:19:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T15:19:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001bqhx/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="101" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001bqhx/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks YouTube! *thumbs up and a shiny grin*</content>
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    <title>I'm lying to myself</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T15:59:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T15:59:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was realizing this morning as I was talking to Iain that I haven't given any sort of update in a while, and there's probably a lot that hasn't been said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my internet is wickedly gone still, and so the only reason I'm updating anyways is because My boy and I are watching his parents house this weekend while they're at folkfest. Oh yeah, I have a new boy.Some of you know him, some of you don't, and some still only think they do. He keeps me interested and occupied. He would do anything for me, and the other way 'round. It's nice to feel for someone again. I went to see his Aunt the other day and she said what with my robbery and everything, I can probably apply to go to school for certaint hings, and the government will pay my courses and put me on ei. Basically, that's a free ticket to education, and I intend to make it work. Aesthetics or Mediation are what I'm thinking of. You'd be surprised how similar those two things are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news right now? Debt. But which one of us doesnt have any??</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-05-20T20:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-21T01:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-21T01:35:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Layla (Acoustic) - EC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a while, hasn't it? I don't remember anymore. This is the first time I've tried to remember anything&amp;nbsp;since two days ago when the police asked me what happened at Mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working with Rita and Joe when I saw a man in my face. He mumbled something about money and my till and that'swhen I realized I was being robbed and looked back at Rita and Joe. They still hadn't realized. Another man went behind the back and started throwing cigarettes in the garbage can. Rita and Joe caused some beef with him and the man who I was handing money to pulled out a weapon similar to a 5 inch knife, and inched himself closer to me. Rita and the behind man started both grabbing the garbage can, fought for a while and then Rita pushed the alarm. They ran down Rathgar, and I fell to the ground, sobbing. I felt so betrayed that the whole time neither Joe nor Rita looked over to see if I was alright. They thought until the cops came that nothing was stolen. They caused beef over money and smokes and put my life in danger carelessly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wasn't up to going behind that counter again. I was yelled at by a supervisor for "screwing him" because he had "anniversary plans" and sent into a post-traumatic tizzy. I am seeing my doctor for a stress leave, and if you all are wondering, and some of you are,&amp;nbsp; (as proved by phone calls from Eric, who has not gotten the hint in the slightest) I AM UNAVAILIBLE FOR A LITTLE WHILE, PLEASE EVERYONE, STOP PHONING ME THIS WEEK. I have had an especially hard time coping with stressors lately and do not feel up to sociality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a new job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001apcp/"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="317" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/0001apcp/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-04-29T08:06:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-29T13:14:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-29T13:14:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Liquid Love - Above &amp; Beyond</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Jeremy is here. He leaves today, which is a saddening thing. I feel like I've not got enough time just chilling with him mono e mono. It seems there's always someone around. There are some things I'd love to catch up on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts like one wouldn't believe, and I think it may be the strep making a return trip. Which sucks, but is ultimately my own fault for not taking meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/00018g38/"&gt;&lt;img height="237" alt="" width="308" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/00018g38" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cyndl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/000196cd/"&gt;&lt;img height="236" alt="" width="255" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/000196cd" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ros&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-04-11T10:04:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T15:09:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T15:09:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Since I've moved in with Eric my eating habits have changed *drastically*, and perhaps not for the better. I actually get pissed at my boyd because it tells me it needs food too much. I figure I should feed it at the start of the day, and not have to worry about it but nooooooo. I really wish that's how it worked, I don't have time for regular meals!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-04-05T11:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T16:57:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T16:57:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mmm Tsst&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Tsst&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Tsst&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Tsst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-e-e-e-ecstacy-</content>
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    <title>Why are we here, and where do we go, and how come it's so hard?</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T16:54:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-04T16:54:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Better Together - Jack Johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was thinking about the past few years, and it feels like I'm out of love. Like I'm just too emotionally exhausted to love people any more. And after all that's happened&amp;nbsp;with me and trying to find things. I've found that after a certain hippy experience last summer, I&amp;nbsp;stopped caring passionately for people. I've noticed how jaded I've become, and am not sure if this should be classified as a bad thing...or perhaps a good things.As on the one side, I feel somehow less human; but on the other, I feel like now I can keep my nose out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it the drugs??</content>
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    <title>Cary is an enlarged whale penis.</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T07:14:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-04T16:14:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:600px; border: 1px solid black; text-align:center; background-color:#FFD87F"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;The Everything Test&lt;/h2&gt; There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests,  purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is &lt;i&gt;one test to rule them all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td width="100%"&gt;   &lt;table width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;You are more &lt;b&gt;emotional&lt;/b&gt; than logical, more &lt;b&gt;concerned about others&lt;/b&gt; than concerned about self, more &lt;b&gt;atheist&lt;/b&gt; than religious, more &lt;b&gt;dependent&lt;/b&gt; than loner, more &lt;b&gt;lazy&lt;/b&gt; than workaholic, more &lt;b&gt;rebel&lt;/b&gt; than traditional, more &lt;b&gt;engineering mind&lt;/b&gt; than artistic mind, more &lt;b&gt;cynical&lt;/b&gt; than idealist, more &lt;b&gt;leader&lt;/b&gt; than follower, and more &lt;b&gt;introverted&lt;/b&gt; than extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for specific personality traits, you are &lt;b&gt;outgoing&lt;/b&gt; (100%), &lt;b&gt;adventurious&lt;/b&gt; (100%), &lt;b&gt;adventurous&lt;/b&gt; (85%), &lt;b&gt;slutty&lt;/b&gt; (68%).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td width="250"&gt;   &lt;table width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center; border-bottom:1px solid black" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stereotypes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punk Rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;White Trash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;77%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old Geezer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;67%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="50"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="250"&gt;   &lt;table width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center; border-bottom:1px solid black" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Substances&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;68%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Travel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td width="250" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Politics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your political views would best be described as &lt;b&gt;Liberal&lt;/b&gt;, whom   you agree with around &lt;b&gt;43%&lt;/b&gt; of the time.  &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="50"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="250" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Socioeconomic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your attitude toward life best associates you with &lt;b&gt;Working Class&lt;/b&gt;.   You make more than &lt;b&gt;52%&lt;/b&gt; of those who have taken this test,   and &lt;b&gt;72%&lt;/b&gt; less than the U.S. average.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table width="550" style="margin-left:25px"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td width="100%" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:#FFECBF"&gt;   If your life was a movie, it would be rated &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   By the way, your hottness rank is &lt;b&gt;45%&lt;/b&gt;, hotter than &lt;b&gt;10%&lt;/b&gt; of other test takers.  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thatsurveysite.net/take.php?id=eay" style="color:purple"&gt;TAKE THE TEST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font size="1"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="thatsurveysitehttp://www.thatsurveysite.net"&gt;thatsurveysite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>SCHIESSE SEXY</title>
    <published>2007-04-01T13:50:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-01T13:50:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maenner Sind So Sheisse Sexy - Admiral and Seraphina</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh Alex, thank you for Admiral and Seraphina &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I still hate work and love my cats!</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-29T15:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-29T20:35:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T20:35:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mom and Eddie came to pick up David today, and when they left I wanted so badly to go with them.</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-29T02:43:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-29T11:53:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T11:54:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ecstasy - ATB</lj:music>
    <content type="html">...It's raining</content>
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    <title>Stuff and things!</title>
    <published>2007-03-27T10:58:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T10:58:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Send Me Forget-me-nots - Patrice Rushen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My brother came to stay for a few days, just to hang out. So he's here now and we've been playing a lot of video games :) Today after hanging out with David, I stepped outside to a beautiful mild day! Instant great mood-inator. But when I got to work there was something missing there. It was the counter. They're doing renovations and Marv the Manager is too cheap to close for a couple days.&amp;nbsp; Totally awkward position all shift. Ultimate downerrrrr. But then, I scratched a 1$ lottery ticket, and to my surprise I actually won something. I have to go down to WLCL and claim is, but I won 26 free plays for the 6/49. Gotta win at least a couple bucks on *one* of those, so I was pretty happy. The kitties are happy and affectionate now, so that's awesome too.</content>
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    <title>My New Housemates</title>
    <published>2007-03-24T07:53:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-24T07:57:17Z</updated>
    <category term="absinthe"/>
    <category term="shisha"/>
    <lj:music>Over - Portishead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After trying for more than a year, I have finally had the capacity to bring kitties into my home. As someone who spent most of their childhood with cats, &lt;em&gt;it's not felt like a home until I picked them up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We looked in the paper and decided to pick the ones that came as a pair, and were older (4 and 6) because we figured that there would be a far less chance they would be finding a good home quickly, as it's kittens that are desirable to the general public of Winnipeg. The names they came with were Chakai and Bert, but they're being given new names. They seem to be adjusting very well, but one of them won't stay off the counters, and the other won't stay away from my spider plant. It makes her sick:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some very low quality pics&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their names are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Abby" border="2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/PimpinCheeseBunny/abbycoloured.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Absinthe (Silver and Peach Tabby, 4 Years, Male)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Shisha" border="2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v81/PimpinCheeseBunny/shishacoloured.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shisha (Dark Brown and White Tabby, 6 years, Female)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wuvs my kitties! &amp;lt;33333333&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-20T01:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-20T06:21:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-20T06:21:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>EVERYTHING COUNTS - Inflames</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Left And Leaving" - The Weakerthans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)&lt;br /&gt;through buildings gone missing like teeth.&lt;br /&gt;The sidewalks are watching me think about you,&lt;br /&gt;sparkled with broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back with scars to show.&lt;br /&gt;Back with the streets I know.&lt;br /&gt;Will never take me anywhere but here.&lt;br /&gt;The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;the strangers whose faces I know.&lt;br /&gt;We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say "I wanted it this way"&lt;br /&gt;wait for the year to drown.&lt;br /&gt;Spring forward, fall back down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to wonder where you are.&lt;br /&gt;All this time lingers, undefined.&lt;br /&gt;Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:&lt;br /&gt;a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,&lt;br /&gt;new words for old desires,&lt;br /&gt;and every birthday card I threw away.&lt;br /&gt;I wait in 4/4 time.&lt;br /&gt;Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-18T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T23:48:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T23:48:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Miracle - Cascada</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Been on a bit of a techno-ish bender these days (Why else would anyone want to listen to Cascada?) and been feeling very good. Everything is exactly the way it should be right now (besides not seeing friends enough, but soon!), and it's so awesome. Boyfriend = awesome, friends = awesome, house = so awesome, work = tolerable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is someone gonna buy me a good camera? Huh? Jump on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/00017705/"&gt;&lt;img width="230" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/billy_seven/pic/00017705" height="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Lish, Stop being Jewish and call me.</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-16T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T18:26:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T18:26:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I FUCKING HATE MSN</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-16T07:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T12:33:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T12:33:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Haven't slept agaaaaaain, uggh. Insomnia is really the pits. On the bright side, I found a way to farm gold from a chicks necklace in my game, so I can afford my new sword AND a new staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-15T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T17:11:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T17:11:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One day, you'll be just like us.</content>
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    <title>(I put your face on his head)</title>
    <published>2007-03-12T19:28:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-12T19:28:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Caring is Creepy - The Shins</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why is it that things always have to get complicated with relationships and me? Can't just have a chill, simple relationship. There's always some other stuff or people that get in the way. Like hippies, and foriegn kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAGUE!</content>
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    <title>billy_seven @ 2007-03-09T03:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T09:51:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T09:51:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Let's Get Retarded - Black Eyed Peas(...no reason...)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear Marika and Iain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Mclean Shannon walking in Osbourne village and his hair is dyed black, like his soul. That's right, he's a creepy little goth kid now XD He had like a black trenchcoat and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you.</content>
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    <title>"I'm completely alone at a table of friends, I feel nothing for them."</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T21:55:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-06T21:56:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Silverfuck - SP</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was trying to explain why I loved "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe to Eric today, and was interrupted with: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And it rhymes! I don't care what anyone says...a poem has to rhyme." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... That was stopped right there. I was silent. &amp;nbsp;He walked over to the TV and asked me what I was excited about... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Rhythm here is awesome... just listen!" I&amp;nbsp;said and started to recite,&amp;nbsp;"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered--" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy Shit! Girls fighting on TV! Their panties are totally showing!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why...*hangs head*</content>
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