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  <title>there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt</title>
  <subtitle>shenise</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-09-17T04:38:38Z</updated>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2009-09-17T00:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-17T04:38:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-17T04:38:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ahh!  livejournal i missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish the get up kids still sang me to work and back again everyday.  but they don't. &lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wish i were still friends with a lot of people.  but i don't think that will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i would hit a growth spurt and reach a normal 5 feet.  but i stopped growing in third grade.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i would just get my shit together.  but i like taking the long way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wish i had planned out what i was going to say when i met patrick stewart. i still don't know what i said to him.  i think i just kept yelling and stuttering.  i hope i didn't make an ass out of myself.  james said i did fine.  i think he was just being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  i like a boy and i think he likes me too.  and i am scared i'll fuck it up BIG time.  goddammit! my awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;2.  i love led zeppelin.  a lot a lot&lt;br /&gt;3.  i need to see zombieland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:watashiwashe:26356</id>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2008-10-07T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-08T04:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-08T04:02:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Buckethead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Simon.  I know your name is really Brian, but I think you're a Simon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look pal, I'm not going to be able to make it your show next week.  I know that we agreed that we'd finally meet and fall in love and elope to Venezuela and all, but it's just not a good time for me.  I thought that I would have people to go with to meet you but I don't.  And we both know how I feel about strangers.  Please don't be too upset.  You're still my shining star.  You still my boo and all that, I just don't think it's the best time to meet.  Besides, I got zits.  Well, just one.  &lt;br /&gt;Either way, I don't think we can meet just yet and you're still the love of my life so don't get it twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  I am not going to the buckethead show because I don't have any money.  I am going to see girl talk though.  My grandma is coming down soon.  I can't wait.  I hope she flicks someone off.  I've always wanted to see her give someone the dirty bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear my neighbors either moving furniture or having sex.  Maybe doing both.  Funshine keeps meowing.  It's just another day at the pines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just don't know what's going to happen if Obama loses.  I think I'm going to get the hello operator out of the states for a term or two.  Remember that song, "that just my baby daddy"?  well, i think that he should have them record "that just my barack obama"  and he could dance out behind curtains and shit before speeches and make heads of state do the tootsie roll and butterfly to his song.  Everyone's gotta have a song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i'm a genius.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2008-09-14T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T04:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-14T04:09:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">went to my first braves game the other day.&lt;br /&gt;went to my first and only braves game the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost got arrested.  was rocking some sweet sweet handcuffs for over and hour while an officer berated me and did the opposite of helping me.  fun times.  thank you officer caca face martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't understand how things went so terribly wrong.  it was bar none one of the worst nights of my life.  i don't wish anyone such a shit time.  from the clicking of the cuffs to that asshole trying to jump into the car getting my friend's phone back.  heavy metal these days ain't what it used to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on with the good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was a breath of fresh air.  jess came down and we had non stop, hold onto your butt cheeks cos the night's gonna rock your ass kinda night.   had an earl burger for the first time.  i died and went to heaven.  i wish i had been alone at home so i could bury my face in it and run around the house dancing and hula hooping.  it was that good.   everywhere we went last night we were surrounded by friends high fiving and hugging like it was fifth grade field day.  everyone was in such great moods.  it was one of those nights where you run into everyone you've ever met and wanted to see hang out in one place and get along.  and it happened.  AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE RETURNED TO ME.  ryan vaughn,  my dear, my darling.  my heart of hearts came to visit me in a bar and angels with their harps and ukuleles played til their fingers bled for us.    it was perfect.  all of it.&lt;br /&gt;talked about star wars, we toasted vodka to the best of us, watched perfect hair forever, i saw my dear victoria.  and i was reunited with my ryan.  and it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part about this weekend is that the phone james gave me has a pedometer on it and so far today i have walked 11,316 steps.  god, i love technology.  and kitty.&lt;br /&gt;i don't love mint juleps though.  or police officers named martin.&lt;br /&gt;but i do like the show named martin.&lt;br /&gt;and i also like the movie named police academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with the bankhead bounce</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2008-08-27T12:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T17:19:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T17:54:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello.  It's me again.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ya doin?  How ya been?  The wife and kiddies?&lt;br /&gt;Good, good. Glad to hear they're well.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did hear about that.  Sorry I didn't write.  You know how things are sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You look good, LJ.  Two years is time enough to talk about different things, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  What brings me back here?  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a friend who moved away from Atlanta and I told him I'd write in this for him.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not cheesy LJ, it's sweet.  Don't laugh, you'd do it to for a friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, over two years and I'm writing again on a Wednesday.  It's rainy.  It's been rainy since Sunday.  My car flooded the other day.  It smells like hot cat piss and dirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are having a hard time finding the home keys to type this.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to type.&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on my country ass married(?) neighbor.  I don't understand a motherfucking word he says but I love it.  It's like a game for me.  Is he asking me a question about zucchini squash or did he just say nice weather inn'it?  I DON'T KNOW!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only writing in this for Chris so when you read this just imagine it's you instead.  &lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time sitting still in your apartment now.  I text message, go outside, get antsy pantsy and can't stay for long.  My chair isn't as comfortable as before.  It kinda smells like garbage a little.&lt;br /&gt;That was meant for Chris, but if you're not Chris and you read that, I'd like for you to pretend I'm talking to you.  That way we can be as creepy as we wanna be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint really like PJ Harvey.  He likes blaring her cat screaming/drowing/being tazered music late at night.  There's one song in particular that makes me want to break everything in the apartment.  The first time I heard it I laughed out loud because I didn't think it was real.  It is.  Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get anymore texts telling me to ship anything.  It's the pits.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2006-06-05T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T04:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T04:41:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love netflix.  i can't imagine my life without it.&lt;br /&gt;i just like updating my queue.&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to the spinto band all day today.  today is wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been sleeping well lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've started writing.&lt;br /&gt;i already know that i'm probably not going to finish it on a monday.&lt;br /&gt;monday is always a slow start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a car soon.  i can feel it in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i miss a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like walking home until i have to cross the street.  then i wish i had roller skates to go super sonic jet speed fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone keep talking about gnarles barkley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing people back.&lt;br /&gt;grace, i miss you and love you and your letter is taking a long time to write because there's a lot to say.  i hope you are well and i swear i'm sending it soon.  thank you for telling me how australia smells.  i appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother is coming next saturday. i'm so fucking excited that at times i want to scream and kick my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD CUP STARTS FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know that people are excited but they just don't want to tell me.  i know it because i can feel it in my bones.  people are secretly excited but they don't want to ruin my level of excitement by being overly excited.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2006-04-20T15:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-21T19:52:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-21T19:52:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">we got the rest of the second season of battlestar galactica in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;i am digustingly excited.  disgustingly.  ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a crazy day at the florist.  francis should really calm the fuck down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked it over and i strongly feel that the orchid is my favorite flower now.  tulips and i just don't see eye to eye anymore.  i will always love you, but i'm not in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;it's me, not you.  i promise nothing will change.  we can still be friends.  you're still invited to the barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we have jared's computer i have been going on myspace, imdb, and the radiohead websites quite frequently.  i feel this summer will be astronomically outstanding due to the fact that radiohead's new cd will come out at the start of it.  i think it will set the mood for the summer. &lt;br /&gt;and hopefully trips will be taken.  cars will be had.  music will be played.  raccoon parties will be attended.  my left shoe will once again fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new fan in my room that takes up half the ceiling.  it has to be seen to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't know how to do the electric slide, and the more i think about it, kevin costner shouldn't be allowed to make another film. i mean,  okay, everyone liked dances with wolves.  kevin costner, fine, you did a good job with that one.  but to honestly think someone, that anyone would want to see the postman...give me a break.  and what's more, to put tom "free falling" petty in it!!!  why!  and why tom! did you sit down with the movie company and say "okay, fellas, i know it's a bigger waste of money than waterworld, but i know how we're gonna save it.  TOM PETTY".  you should know better than to drag poor harmless tom into your shit storm.  and tom, what's wrong with you!  you're not an idiot.  you write nice songs.   you have crazy string cheese hair, but you can sing and play the harmonica like houdini....but the postman?  all for a piece of mail!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on rocky, let's go to bed.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2006-04-02T00:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-03T05:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-03T05:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im very very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met margaret and jake the other night on our walk.  i can tell they make each other violently happy.  they have a wonderful apartment, and now i feel no hangups about staring at it as i walk by.  it suits them well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom moved yesterday.  i pray she can grow from this.  i pray she finds peace soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victoria's mom took us to lunch in her convertible today.  it was so fun not having a roof.  we listened to the dixie chicks and rod stewart.  i thought my glasses were going to fly off of my head but i was brave about it.  i bet it's wonderful on an empty highway with stars falling around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the park today.  saw lots of funny people.  my favorite was the bald husband and wife on the bicycle built for two.  if i ever learn how to ride a bike, and if i'm lucky enough to get married, i'm going to make my husband get one and we are going to ride our fat asses around everywhere on it.  and rose petals would fall wherever our tires met the ground and people would be so jealous that they would run after us and make the scrushed face and cry alaska tears and throw their feces because they'd want what we've got. love and amazing transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to grace!!!!! on the phone friday!  she sounded wonderful and static free.  i asked her lots of stupid questions about what the trees look like and how australia smells.  she was kind enough to answer them without laughing at me. i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rika sent me a chain email.  it's the first one i have ever read through completely.  another one i miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like atlanta on sundays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)) &amp;lt;&amp;gt; ((</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2006-03-07T23:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T05:00:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T05:00:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh my god!  i'm on jared's computer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started out looking for a  job on craigslist, but since he's an asshole and is hogging all the nice jobs for himself, i'm updating my netflix and laughing at bitch's myspaces and downloading porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear our neighbors laughing upstairs and one laugh sounds like a dolphin taking a crap in a paper bag.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-12-08T23:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-09T05:37:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-09T05:37:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i always look windswept and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he works in a library and lives in a wind tunnel.  or chicago.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-12-01T13:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T18:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-01T18:08:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i want to go to the aquarium on my birthday to see the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;and the whale sharks &lt;br /&gt;and breakdancing frankie j.&lt;br /&gt;but mainly the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;and have a dance party on that day too.  &lt;br /&gt;in the apartment i'll return to soon.....please?&lt;br /&gt;it's in a month plus two days.&lt;br /&gt;and we'll eat ice cream cake with a design on it inspired by someone who's never met me but thinks i'm a rockstar because my entourage is massive just like coolio's or lou diamond phillips'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rika okayasu is back in japan.  &lt;br /&gt;no amount of jokes and light laughter could prevent the inevitable.   &lt;br /&gt;at least she got some free ass coffee while she was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seacrist, out!</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-11-19T10:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-19T16:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-19T16:01:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">in a few hours, jess, jennifer, lisa, and i will be in the same room as larry mullen jr, adam clayton, the edge, and bono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same room as u2.  i don't know what how i'm going to act.  i don't think that shitting on myself and wearing it as a scarf would be out of line today.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-11-02T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-03T05:09:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-03T05:09:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what if i was dionne warwick from the psychic friends network and jess was elton john for halloween!   oh my god.  we would get so many almond joy candy bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at work i heard a country song that made me laugh inside and then a customer came up and i ended up spitting on myself because i couldn't keep my laughter in anymore because i pictured him singing it.  then later on in the day, i sang the entire score from west side story to myself and i thought about making a shirt that says "sharks stink" but then realized that that is a bad idea, and i'll never have friends if i do that....but in my mind i sang and skipped and snapped my fingers for a good hour and a half.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that i could have something hooked up to my mind just for a day and i could show people what i really think and how i waste hours singing and talking and laughing to myself.  but the mind hookup contraption would have to have wheels because i sometimes walk like my ass is on fire and i have a flight to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i wanted to be old and married for five minutes just to sit at a table with my crazy wrinkly assed husband so i could write him a note and draw a big heart and doves and roses and smileys on the envelope and in the inside write "please pass the grey poupon"  and laugh when he read it because we would never keep that smelly shit in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this program on pubic television this week called, Rx for Survival:  A Global Health Challange.  fucking jaw-dropping work.  i am left with quite a few things to chew on after watching tonight's segments.  the issue of using ddt again to fight malaria makes me want to study about it and learn exactly what can come out of it.  from what i understand, i think under very controlled situations it will certainly help.  the program has me intrigued, and now i need to learn more on the information provided and see what i can do to change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gaaang</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-10-12T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T02:43:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T02:43:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this entire post is about u2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've listened to u2 exclusively this week.  i told jess the other day that i forget that they're actually a real band and then i listen to them and remember that not only are they real, but they're alive and they tour and oh my god we're going to see them next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got on the website and looked to see what kind of acts they had set up as openers.  let's see.  dashboard confessional, damien marley, PATTI SMITH, ARCADE FIRE, damn kanye west.  kanye west.  shenise likes kanye west.  they haven't announced who's opening in atlanta yet.  at this point in time, vanilla ice could roll around onstage and sing tony bennett songs for five hours and i would still go ape fucking shit ass insane.&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't know what i'm going to do.  i'm afraid my heart would explode as soon as larry mullen jr, adam clayton, the edge, and bono pranced across the stage for the big entrance.&lt;br /&gt;haha, wouldn't it be funny if some old atlanta act opened?  like kriss kross or da brat.  hahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i've been imagining is that michael stipe would sing a few numbers, outkast would play a few hits, elton john would sing backing vocals on "hey ya" then the show would begin.  and the atlanta symphony orchestra would play when they sang "one" and then they would invite a huge choir onstage to sing "i still haven't found what i'm looking for" like on the rattle and hum dvd.  then u2 would play every song ever recorded to us. and bono would cry.  and i would cry.  and jess would cry. and jennifer and lisa would cry in their wedding dresses.  and they'll play "kite"  and they'll play "all i want is you" for the ending, and "gloria" for the encore.&lt;br /&gt;and then there would be world peace.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-10-10T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-11T01:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-11T01:40:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this i know for sure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom makes decent chili....surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ice cream so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't talk for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't trust people and i had no friends.&lt;br /&gt;i was extremely angry and i didn't think i would ever learn how to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day i looked around and realized that i'm not as angry.  and it's okay to speak, because someone will actually listen.  and now i trust people. and i laugh at every chance i get.  and i have friends.  really really great ones.  the kind of friends everyone wishes they had.  but i've actually got them.  and i can talk to them whenever i like.  and they like me back.  and sometimes i forget how much i need them, and then a monday in october happens and i'm reminded of how lucky i am.  i wish i could carry all of them with me in my pocket and we could go through the day laughing and fighting about whether the guy from my chemical romance was wearing a long sleeve or short sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;and then we'd watch a movie that only rika knows about, and eat dinner at big joy and then go dance to architecture in helsinki and ryan vaughn would make the devil sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this had nothing to do with chili.  it had everything to do with ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and we don't need the money, we barely need our names.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-10-02T16:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T20:25:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T20:25:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you can cut a cucumber and a ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one occasion i realize that i curse an awful lot.  then i think about cutting back, stopping altogether.  but then i talk to my family in new york, or to myself out loud, or host a cooking show in my kitchen, and i realize how much it is a part of my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;my aunt, for example, can use the word "motherfucker" perfectly, everytime.  i cannot.  i haven't lived long enough to.&lt;br /&gt;what i need is a patch to stick to my arm to help me quit.  like steps, and it could be scented....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris just told me that he had to pee on IM and he's still not back. he probably had to change his shoes.  they're blue.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-22T09:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T13:19:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-22T13:19:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh, goodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my proactiv came in the mail today.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll have clear skin for my nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out, problems.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to meet jared and ryan vaughn for dim sum.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-17T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-18T01:17:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-18T01:25:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">in a few hours jess, ashley!!!!!!!, and i are going to go see the exorcism with chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that episode of home movies where melissa, brendan, and jason decide to run away to europe and they sing that song about swatting mosquitos and eating burritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear bloc party:  &lt;br /&gt;if you aren't doing anything on 3 january, and you guys are bored out of your skulls, i might have a suggestion for you. if you wanted to, i could call my friends the hives from sweden and the gang from the arcade fire, they'll call architecture in helsinki, and everyone can come down to georgia, play a few songs, eat some cake and ice cream, and have the ultimate birthday dance party. that is, of course, if you'll be done making cheesy ass dance remixes of your songs.  seriously, if you keep it up i won't let you come for my party.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-14T11:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-14T15:26:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-14T15:27:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love you always gets lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;i love radishes doesn't though.&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only true if you want it to be.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-11T22:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-12T02:31:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-12T02:51:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the after photo [10:20 PM]:  well dang shenise you go right on ahead you fix you some more ice cream because when you do youre going to be awarded first prize in the richard simmons look a like contest cause you will become in such good fucking shape!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! goddamn sparkly shorts over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched rockstar inxs today for like twelve seconds.  what a joke.  i hope their tour bus breaks down and micheal hutchins' ghost throws bloody tampons in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we hang out soon and go anywhere the car takes us and talk with big smiles on our faces and only care about making everyone there laugh extra loud to a point where urination down the legs is inevitable?  and we'll listen to great music and dance like we've got ants in our pants. and people will look at us like we were just punk'd but the jokes on them cos they'll never find friends that will make them laugh like that.  and rika will pray that we don't get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, man. i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;i'd appreciate it if you didn't have your crusty motherfuckin feet where i lay my head.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-08T15:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-08T19:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-08T19:54:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night at steak and shake our waitress introduced me to strawberry cheesecake milkshakes.  i drank that shit like it was going out of style.  it was so well presented and it tasted like my birthday and earth day all rolled into boxing day.  i'm thankful that jared didn't say anything as i scarfed it down.  he's a good friend for that. i probably looked crazy as prince in a leather store, but i didn't give two shits on a papaya shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom wants to dress goliath up as an elephant for halloween.  again, my mom wants to dress up a tiny ass dog as an elephant for halloween.  the bitch done gone beserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go try to teach myself italian before work so i can be an international mystery.  just like j.t.t</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-05T23:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T04:06:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T04:13:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it wasn't hot as dragon ball z today.&lt;br /&gt;at work i played solitaire but with the three card draw option and i tell you, that is one tough option.  man alive.  I STOLE THAT FROM JARED DAWSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as jessibel was cutting my hair tonight, we listened to cop-ssss on tv and it was funny.  and i kept thinking up scenarios that would include my friends on it.  like chris would get arrested for throwing his clog shoe at someone at the haunted house and brent would kick someone's teeth out for calling him a numbskull and whisper in the arresting officer's ear about how they smelled nice.  and  ryan vaughn will flair his arms and make everyone laugh, including the camera guys and the re-runs of our show will be wobbly, but will be an instant hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we are going to see sigur ros.  you can kiss my grits cos i put cheese in them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing i say makes sense to anyone at all.  and it never will.&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to get married one day to someone with a kind heart and who will write me letters on my dinner napkin while i cook.  and he'll talk to my grandma like she's a person, not an old lady. and we'll &lt;br /&gt;make fun of people in a way that will confuse everyone around us, but they'll think we're really cute together and they'll make the jealous face when we make our entrances and exits.  but we'll love each other more than lionel richey loved that blind girl in his "hello" video...but you won't make a sculpture of me because i would laugh at it and you would too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a jamie lee curtis.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-09-03T00:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T05:04:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T05:04:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i get to hang out with rika okayasu today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess and i are going to see my chemical romance and we don't give a hee-haw to pinestraw as to what you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally made it through lost in translation. that's all i will say about it.  tomorrow i am going to try to watch abre los ojos- open your eyes.  thank jesus for netflix.  haha, on the overview for the movie, it actually says, in type "..prowls the parties and bars of madrid, intent on bagging chicks."  ahahahah. and then "DONT GET IN THAT CAR!".&lt;br /&gt;oh man.  i think i'm going to call everyone i know and read the synopsis to them because it's just that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:  how much does a xylophone run a girl these days?</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-08-29T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T00:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T00:02:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the sky cast strange shadows upon the road and in my car as i drove home today. i thought the world was ending, but quickly changed my mind when i stopped listening to the saddest george micheal song ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been sleeping well at night.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking more and more like levar burton.&lt;br /&gt;and i wore green pants today and looked like vomit in human form.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing all i can. i'm just a simple girl from delaware trying to make a break. i know we all gotta hustle sometimes, but damn, where's my cheese!  seriously!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruce springsteen doesn't know it yet, but he's married to the wrong lady.  it should be me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i typed that out, all 4 one's "i could love you like that" popped in my head and i even saw myself dancing in mc hammer time pants.  they are white and i've got on shiny leather shoes that leave scuff marks everywhere.  and the cleaning service hates me because i'm always ruining  the floor, and they enlarge pictures of my face and throw darts at it during their short breaks.  you know, to keep themselves from crying or pulling their hair out.  because, let's face it, we all want to occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's ugly when a grown ass man believes he will look really sharp if he wears a tee shirt skirt.  a tee shirt that is so long that it graces his knees.  no, sir.  you do not look hot.  you are not stylish.  you need to go home and try again and then you can ride your  rusty ass bicycle out of the parking lot. BUT DON'T FIGHT IN IT.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-08-23T02:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-23T07:00:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-23T07:00:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh my god so let me tell you the story of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i came home a few minutes ago, i slightly opened the door and i thought i saw a balloon.  and i got excited out of my eyelids so i closed the door and did a little stomp dance on the step thinking my mother and brother had planned an impromptu skallywag of a party for me because i'm awesome and they just realized it today, so they wanted to celebrate me.  and then i opened the door again, but this time with strength that would make popeye blush.  and i did a little leap step when i came into the house, and BAM!!!!!  there wasn't a damn thing waiting for me.  it was a stupid elephant or the shadow of an elephant or something involving an elephant that tricked me into thinking i was walking into a 2am surprise "thanks for being super cool like old school" party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got tricked like april fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to God on my cell phone on the way home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;we caught up on so much stuff.  sometimes i forget how easy it is to pick up a phone and call a brother every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;and it's pretty sweet that we get to talk for free.  &lt;br /&gt;mobile to mobile is amazing.</content>
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    <title>watashiwashe @ 2005-08-12T11:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T15:33:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T15:39:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i think i'm setting myself up for a big stinking waste of an afternoon coupled with the biggest letdown in the history of the galaxy.  well, at least i'll get a free lunch out of it.&lt;br /&gt;oh...no...wait...TINSTAAFL......i guess the biting sarcasm and over extended "moments of reflection" will be payment enough for my subpar meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, stop being so damn dramatic.  you should never play worst case scenario by yourself.  you lose it all before you get out of the gate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you say subpar out loud, do you suddenly think of bolivia? come on, i'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new voicemail message.&lt;br /&gt;i need that like i need a kick in the head, OKAY!!!!</content>
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