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  <title>help, i'm alive</title>
  <subtitle>my heart keeps beating like a hammer..</subtitle>
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    <name>robin sparkles</name>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2009-05-13T18:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T00:31:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T22:50:23Z</updated>
    <category term="fanmix it up"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee268/honeyfur/Michi%20Fanmix/Michifanmixcover02b.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was compiled by me and the lovely &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_zoetekohana' lj:user='zoetekohana' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://zoetekohana.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://zoetekohana.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;zoetekohana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all of the graphics were done by her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee268/honeyfur/Michi%20Fanmix/Michifanmixcover02b.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee268/honeyfur/Michi%20Fanmix/Michifanmixback01a-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="20"&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a boy named Taichi and a girl named Mimi. The girl is wasting all of her time and energy playing trophy-girlfriend for some guy who doesn't appreciate her, until Tai swoops in and plays white knight to her damsel in distress. She deserves better than that, after all.The two of them start dating, and their relationship starts off a little rocky but grows into something very casual, fun and organic. However, she has to leave back to America and so they don't get to see each other as often as they like. Time and distance strains their relationship and although they realize they're in love with each other, they can't quite make it work. So they spend time apart, until coming to the inevitable conclusion that they are, quite simply, meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lived happily ever after.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="20"&gt;&amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/nh4imx"&gt;finger twist &amp; split&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;font size="1"&gt;CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;eyeliner and a famous designer brand&lt;br /&gt;your mind is a moment to be stamped&lt;br /&gt;expressed, tried and true&lt;br /&gt;just look, look at you&lt;br /&gt;pretty and perfect&lt;br /&gt;due to your steady hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apply that lip-gloss like it's your job&lt;br /&gt;you know you're his heartthrob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know what you got&lt;br /&gt;i got a plan we can't get caught&lt;br /&gt;there's no chance in hell we'll stop&lt;br /&gt;no no no no no I think not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/rtdi91"&gt;i'll run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;THE CAB&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;because sometimes baby you fall on your back&lt;br /&gt;but girl, you're three times the lady I'll ever have&lt;br /&gt;and you know, you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;this is a fight I refuse to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll run (and I'll run)&lt;br /&gt;have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/bt2fc2"&gt;tell me soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;ROONEY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;you want it all, dear&lt;br /&gt;a life for fairytales&lt;br /&gt;you had it all, dear&lt;br /&gt;i can't give you anymore&lt;br /&gt;but I know what you need me to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;it's all I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/r1ump4"&gt;teenage love affair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;ALICIA KEYS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;i don't really care&lt;br /&gt;what nobody tell me&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;it's a matter of extreme importance&lt;br /&gt;my first teenage love affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another secret meeting&lt;br /&gt;on the 5th floor stair case&lt;br /&gt;i'm wanna give you this letter&lt;br /&gt;of all the things I cant say&lt;br /&gt;want you to be my first, my last, my ending, and beginning&lt;br /&gt;i wrote your name in my book&lt;br /&gt;your last name, my first&lt;br /&gt;i'm your Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/46xejr"&gt;luxurious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;GWEN STEFANI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;champagne kisses hold me in your lap of luxury&lt;br /&gt;i only want to fly first class desires, you're my limousine&lt;br /&gt;so elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies&lt;br /&gt;there's platinum lightning in the sky&lt;br /&gt;look I'm livin' like a queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of love is getting expensive&lt;br /&gt;we know how to live baby&lt;br /&gt;we're luxurious like egyptian cotton&lt;br /&gt;we're so rich in love we're rollin' in cashmere&lt;br /&gt;got it in fifth gear baby&lt;br /&gt;diamond in the rough is looking so sparkly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/bdfjtu"&gt;loving me 4 me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;CHRISTINA AGUILERA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;stripped of all make up, no need for fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;no cover ups, push ups&lt;br /&gt;with him, I dont have to put on a show&lt;br /&gt;he loves every freckle, every curve, every inch of my skin&lt;br /&gt;fulfilling me entirely, taking all of me in&lt;br /&gt;he's real, he's honest, he's loving me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/u1n26j"&gt;feeling this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;BLINK 182&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;show me the way to bed (I’m feeling this)&lt;br /&gt;show me the way you move (I’m feeling this)&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, it's such a blur (I’m feeling this)&lt;br /&gt;i love all the things you do (I’m feeling this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate fell short this time&lt;br /&gt;your smile fades in the summer&lt;br /&gt;place your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;i’ll leave when I wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/20dk5m"&gt;how love should be&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;TYLER HILTON&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i'm not asking, i'm not on my knees&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not quite the knight I used to be&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'd be better off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you believing&lt;br /&gt;in always picking up and thinking about leaving&lt;br /&gt;once you stick around then that's when &lt;br /&gt;i'll show you happiness the world can see&lt;br /&gt;that's how love should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/l9otim"&gt;maps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;YEAH YEAH YEAH'S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;pack up&lt;br /&gt;don't stray&lt;br /&gt;oh say, say say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;they don't love you like i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/rh5vq8"&gt;kind of perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;KACY CROWLEY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;the last few years have been much harder&lt;br /&gt;than we ever thought they'd be&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate it when I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;but I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was never a point in our love&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't love you&lt;br /&gt;not a point in our love&lt;br /&gt;I always did, I always will, I always do love you still&lt;br /&gt;I always would, how could I not hide, just look at us baby&lt;br /&gt;we're kind of perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="times" new="new" roman="roman"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/vs3s5g"&gt;ever ever after&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;CARRIE UNDERWOOD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;storybook endings, fairy tales coming true&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside we want to believe they still do&lt;br /&gt;in our secretest heart, it's our favourite part of the story&lt;br /&gt;let's just admit we all want to make it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;if we just don't get it our own way&lt;br /&gt;ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;It may only be a wish away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/v7eqhv"&gt;[*DOWNLOAD ZIP]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2008-07-27T00:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-27T06:37:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-27T06:37:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'M BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower me with love?</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2008-07-20T22:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T04:54:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T04:54:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">um i dont think i mentioned it but i'm kind of in seattle right now and for the most part, devoid of internet. minus checking my email from my blackberry, haha. another night here and then victoria. and / or vancouver. fun, fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back on sunday! or saturday night. whichever.</content>
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    <title>oops i'm making lots of entries</title>
    <published>2008-07-16T05:59:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-16T05:59:13Z</updated>
    <category term="meme rawr"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;LJ Interests meme results&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; barney stinson&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Um, what is not to love about Barney? He's an unapologetic womanizer who has a soft spot for his best friends, though he enjoys a healthy dose of 'screwing you over, lol'age and of course, he is one half of my HIMYM OTP - BrOTP! The season finale of s3 ... that little smile! HE LOVES HER!!!! And his suits. He's so pretty and lol-worthy and PERFECTLY RATED. (for the haters who think he's overrated. SHAME ON YOU. SHAMEEE.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; don lamb&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;My God, I love this man. He's the asshole sheriff on Veronica Mars. And hot. Did I mention really, really hot? I like my Lamb dark and dirty, with a side of Veronica. Because -really-. I ... disregard the incident in S3. Where he DIED. AGH. GOD. It does not exist to me. Denial is wonderful! It pains me that we never got much Lamb backstory, besides that moment in Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner when we realize he may have had an abusive father. Which totally puts credit to my Lamb/V theory. I mean, she went for one snarky asshole who was abused. Why not another?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; grey's anatomy&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;This show is love. I mean, s3 and s4 were a little rocky but I still adore it. Most of the characters rock, the dialogue is fun and fast-paced and of course, it is the fandom that gave me Alex Karev. I am fervently hoping S5 is amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; jack/elizabeth&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Man. MAN, I love these guys. The second movie I was just in fangirly-glee. Will/Liz is cute and all, but Jack/Elizabeth is just ... SCINTILLATING. Oh, yes. I &lt;i&gt;went&lt;/i&gt; there. They had red-hot chemistry in the second movie. (Sorry, Johnny Depp! I know you felt awkward about it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; logan marshall-green&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;He acted Trey Atwood on the O.C. and he was amazing. A lesser actor would have had me hating Trey, but Logan had me completely loving him. The subtleties in his acting are astounding. He is massively talented. Not to mention gorgeous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; our lady peace&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;I so love these guys. I can basically jam to any of their songs, but also a lot of them resonate with me. Their lyrics are occasionally off the wall, but generally -very- meaningful. Meaningful to me, at least. Great music to listen to when I want to just ... be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; rory/tristan&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;My Gilmore Girls OTP. This is what made me LOVE CMM. (I wish I still did. It'd make watching OTH easier.) They had sexy, sexy chemistry. For real. Their kiss was AWESOME and I am one of the few Dean supporters in the world, but Tristan/Rory would have been so much funner than Dean/Rory. I just liked ... how he cared, and tried to make her jealous and was always looking at her and teasing her. So Elementary! She was totally above it all, which made it fun to watch. But hey, she kissed him. SHIP = VALID. I live in an AU world where somewhere in the future, they meet up and have babies. Oh, yes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt; taichi yagami&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Taichi wins. He's courageous and headstrong, if not a little pigheaded sometimes. But he always cares, always tries and is very, very passionate. He genuinely wants to do the right thing and I love him for it. And my older, fandomized version is just a little pervy, occasionally oblivious and basically pure *awesome*. Yamato might be my husband, but Taichi makes a good boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;trey atwood&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;Lol, it's funny that I got both Trey Atwood and Logan-Marshall green. Trey is one of my favourite OC characters. He's just such a complete fuck-up and yet ... I love him. He tried to make amends, fucked up, made them, chilled and then fell in love (let me believe it's love, because, I enjoy fandom delusions) with Marissa and then EPICLY fucked that up. Isn't that sick? Just like with Ryan. He loves his brother to the end of the world, and he almost screwed him over for good. And I just feel bad. Because Trey and Ryan got dealt a crappy hand, but Ryan got another hand offered to him. Trey did too, eventually, kind of, but surprise, drugs got in the way and that went down the drain. Like I said, he's a fuck up, but he's my wonderful fuck up and I love him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;yakari:&lt;br&gt;Yakari. Yakari, Yakari, Yakari. Yamato and Hikari. How I adore you crazy children. It's entertaining, because I was a huuuge Takari fan. And then one day, Kris and I are hanging and she goes "... you should write a Matt/Kari fanfic." And I guffawed and I laughed and now DSOL is at 13 chapters, with 2 to go and it's basically EPIC and I love those two kids so damn much. Takari is too conventional for me. Brother knows best, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter your LJ user name, and 10 interests will be selected from your  interest list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.memento-mori.ca/cgi-bin/lj-int-quiz.pl" enctype="application/x-www-form-urlencoded"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input name="user" size="20" maxlength="40" type="text"&gt; &lt;input name="submit" value="submit" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input name="mode" value="intlist" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2008-07-15T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-16T05:17:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-16T05:20:20Z</updated>
    <category term="nph is my lover (i can dream)"/>
    <category term="dr. horrible&amp;apos;s sing along blog"/>
    <content type="html">Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog (Act 1) was all I had dreamed it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glee* NPH is so, so ridiculously AMAZING. In so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my room/bathroom are cleaned. Like, severely cleaned. Scrubbed, swept, vacuumed, organized, re-organized, everything washed, etc, etc. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went around cruising with friends for the first time. Yay for pointless driving simply because I can!</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2008-06-18T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T00:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T00:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mm, yay summer. one final to write (and it's english, so &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;) and i am finis. until september, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caps, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be more productive. oops.</content>
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    <title>the dresden dolls new album is love</title>
    <published>2008-06-13T21:52:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-13T08:46:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Relay for life tonight! More about that tomorrow. I was bored, Kris was all 'write avatar!' and ... I did. It's sort of awkward and ooc, but in my defense, I've only watched the series once.( / excuses ) too scared to put this on ff.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;title:&lt;/b&gt; hate. (i'm original, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fandom:&lt;/b&gt;  avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;characters:&lt;/b&gt; sokka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;summary:&lt;/b&gt;  And he has her up against the wall, and she laughs, so sweet and docile and oh yeah, &lt;i&gt;flipping crazy&lt;/i&gt; and she's so hot, which is perversely sick, and he hates her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sokka hates her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, a lot. Which is kinda weird, because for someone as happy-go-lucky as him, hate is a foreign thing. Happy-go-lucky? Does that even work? Because he actually sort of has terrible luck sometimes, so maybe he's just happy-go. Which sounds ridiculous. 'Hi, I'm Sokka, I'm fifteen, witty, happy-go and like long walks on the beach' and crap, he's getting away from the topic at hand again. Rambles to yourself equal denial, didn't you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic being Azula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right. He hates her. Passionately. She smiles at him simperingly as she carelessly prattles off about Suki, like it's alright for her to do so. Like she's entitled! And he has her up against the wall, and she laughs, so sweet and docile and oh yeah, flipping crazy and she's so hot, which is perversely sick, and he hates her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wishes he could bend something, anything, so he could inflict some hurt on her, even if she could return it ten-fold. She could burn him to a crisp in a second, and on her very worst day, she's ten times more dangerous than him, and that's kind of hot too. Sick, sick, sick. He hates her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting to know people like her are even allowed to exist. People who are clearly sociopathic, because they have like, no morals. Really. He has more morals in his left pinkie toe than she does in her entire body and that's kind of sad. And maybe she has this hugely tragic past but you know what, so does he, and Sokka doesn't go around destroying peoples lives for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, on purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates her. He hates her so much that it scares even him that he's capable of that much hate. And before he goes to bed, with thoughts of Aang and Katara in his head that provoke smiles, and thoughts of Suki and his dad that provoke worry, she also worms her way in there. She`s in his head, now, she`s under his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates that, most of all.</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2008-01-30T03:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T10:18:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T10:18:31Z</updated>
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    <category term="buffy"/>
    <content type="html">Fic time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; in a world where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count:&lt;/b&gt; 650.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Xander (Xander/Buffy, Xander/Anya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; But a world without Buffy is not a world he wants to live in. No matter how selfless her act was. [Set immediately after 5x22, &lt;i&gt;The Gift&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy jumps and bam, cue all sorts of pretty colors and then she's dead. Dead, dead, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander is rooted to the spot, and he feels like his insides are exploding with nausea and grief, and then subsequentially collapsing in on itself. Like the world almost had. He doesn't really realize that Anya is clinging to his side until a few minutes later. Minutes that were cold and hollow and held nothing in them. Anya continues to lean on him, for once letting herself be the weaker one. It's a shame that it's in the only instance where Xander doesn't feel like he can keep himself together, let alone be the proverbial pillar of strength for her. So he just stays in position and tries not to collapse in on himself. He doesn't know how to do anything else right now. He can't remember anything else. Or rather, he doesn't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbness that follows throughout the night feels infinite. Anya wants to deal with this in the best way she knows how -- lots and lots of sex. But Xander can't bring himself to deal at all. He had loved Buffy, generally in the platonic sense, but every once and a while during of her speeches or one of her cute or daring or sexy gestures would make him love her again in a way that felt reminiscent to years ago. For a brief moment, Buffy would be his whole world. And then he'd snap out of it. Anya was his whole world most of the time, displaced only during the brief moments where Buffy would cloud his head and vision and fuse herself to every vessel he had within him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, he loves Anya, and that was a fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, Anya could not be his whole world. He could not love Anya in a world where Buffy did not exist. Because right now, the thought of Buffy cuts him so deep and paralyzes him so fully that she has become more than just the world for the moment. She has become the universe, the underground, and every other feasible dimension that existed. Like one that she may be in right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy is dead. Dead, dead, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she jumped, Buffy is all he can think, all he can see and all he can feel. Once again, she has managed to infiltrate his system. She's pumping through his blood, and he's breathing her out. Even in death. And it's her death in question keeps him from feeling whole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya doesn't understand, keeps sidling up beside him and asking why he won't talk, why he won't kiss her or fuck her or even look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy died saving the world. Typical. Buffy was tough and hot and sassy, but above all, she was selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a world without Buffy is not a world he wants to live in. No matter how selfless her act was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy is dead. Dead, dead, dead. And he is here. Breathing in and breathing out and in and out and in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, none of it matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Xander, please" Anya pleads, and she's even crying, and it's so incredibly human that he'd commend her on it if he could summon anything resembling compassion. "Don't do this. I'm here. Let me be here for you. Xander. Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's trying, using her words to attempt to reach him, and it's like a hand reaching forward for someone at the edge of a building, begging them to stay, begging them not to take the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, he can't bring himself to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy is dead. Dead, dead, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns away from Anya; he jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, for all intents and purposes, so is he.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:supehsunny:28989</id>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2007-11-27T19:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-28T03:00:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-28T03:00:23Z</updated>
    <category term="heroes"/>
    <category term="fanfic is for winners"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Illusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters/Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Sylar/Maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Er, murderous thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoiler alert:&lt;/b&gt; 2x10 - Truth and Consequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  He begins to crave the look of horror on her face that would be a result of the realization that her perfect illusion wasn't so perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caresses her hair, tilting his jaw slightly to align perfectly with hers. It had been exhausting, killing her brother who lay just behind them, and he deserved a little play after all that work. Maya's hushed murmers of 'Gabriel, oooh Gabriel!' causes him to smirk slightly. However, the girl has quite the talented tongue on her. It sends the blood flowing south, the rush associated with the idea that he is the world's most perfect illusion to her. Mysterious and not just a little strange, yet beautiful and misunderstood. He allowed himself to assume the role of the hero, for once, and the raw irony was wicked, almost tangible. He places his hands on her hips and turns his attention toward her collarbone. He waits for a sign of protest, but is met with none. Maya is naive and foolish, and she'll pay the price for it.  When the time was right, Gabriel would disappear. He begins to crave the look of horror on her face that would be a result of the realization that her perfect illusion wasn't so perfect. The realization that he was tarnished, black; a killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he spins her lightly, pushing her against the wall hard enough for her to let out an 'oomph', kisses rapidly growing more urgent, she lets out another sigh. "Oh, Gabriel. You're so wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't smirk this time, but he chuckles under his breath. She doesn't comment, just continues, and he knows this one will be good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:supehsunny:28748</id>
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    <title>Can't Seem To Make You Mine</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T03:55:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T04:21:49Z</updated>
    <category term="heroes"/>
    <category term="fanmix it up"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt; Can't Seem to Make You Mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;A Peter &amp; Claire fanmix&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f155/darkestblue/CSTMYMcoversmall.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f155/darkestblue/CSTMYMcover.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s47.photobucket.com/albums/f155/darkestblue/CSTMYMbackcover.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/mjpu5i"&gt; [*zip file]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; LYRICS/SONGS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zc7thy"&gt;Breathe Me&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Sia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouch, I have lost myself again&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself and I am nowhere else to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that I might break&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself again and I feel unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ukwrzf"&gt;Can't Seem to Make You Mine&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Garbage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of love, not a kiss&lt;br /&gt;I gotta have your love everyday&lt;br /&gt;One that'll never fade&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see what you're doin' to me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/8ytatj"&gt;In The Sun&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Joseph Arthur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen&lt;br /&gt;And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;When you showed me myself, I became someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/oawsd6"&gt;A Story About a Girl&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby girl stand up and fight&lt;br /&gt;This is not some paradise&lt;br /&gt;It’s just where we live&lt;br /&gt;Finally you think you're all right&lt;br /&gt;Then it eats you up alive&lt;br /&gt;You better get used to it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/dag9ne"&gt;Feeling Strange&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't get out of this, I'm caught&lt;br /&gt;Please interrupt..&lt;br /&gt;Imagination runs away from me&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to be corrupt?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/lgsr98"&gt;Rooftops (A Liberation Broadcast)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;The Lostprophets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Standing on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;(Wait until the bombs drop)&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got now&lt;br /&gt;(Scream until your heart stops)&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna regret&lt;br /&gt;(Watching every sunset)&lt;br /&gt;We'll listen to your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;(All the love that we found)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/wut8b0"&gt;In My Head&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Anna Nalick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Under the weight of your wings&lt;br /&gt;You are a god and whatever I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if truly you are&lt;br /&gt;Nearly as beautiful as I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/e774xk"&gt;She Is&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;b&gt;The Fray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's all up in the air and we stand still to see what comes down&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it is, I don't know when, but I want you around&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna bring me clarity&lt;br /&gt;This'll take the heart right out of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/mqpx5c"&gt;Read My Mind&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;b&gt; The Killers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The teenage queen, the loaded gun;&lt;br /&gt;The drop dead dream, the Chosen One&lt;br /&gt;A southern drawl, a world unseen&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I don't mind if you don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't shine if you don't shine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2007-04-14T03:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-14T09:23:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-14T09:29:01Z</updated>
    <category term="digimon"/>
    <category term="fanfic is for winners"/>
    <category term="depressing tai is dead au world"/>
    <content type="html">Random Emo!Digimon fic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Paint the Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Taichi is dead. Everyone must deal. POVs from Mimi, Yamato and Hikari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; F-word, I think, once. Pretty mild, though, for me and my swearing addiction XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; YA, YA, I KNOW. I don't own. God &amp;gt;:O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't listen. In fact, Mimi flat out &lt;i&gt;refuses&lt;/i&gt; to listen to anyone. She refuses to listen to the doctors, refuses listening to the police, refuses listening to her parents. She just sits and thinks, but she doesn't quite feel. She's just there, taking up space. She wishes she could get up, wishes she could walk around and find the will to grab some tissues because her face is wet even though she can't remember actually crying. She wishes a lot. She wishes, more than anything, that Taichi was there beside her, holding her, with her. Always with her. Like it was supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taichi isn't there for her, for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taichi's laying on an autopsy room in some hospital. He's probably cold, Mimi thinks worriedly and she frowns. She hopes they gave him a blanket. Isn't it cold in there? All that death.  She considers calling to hospital and telling them to grab a spare one. Taichi's very sensitive, she would tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she remembers again. Taichi's dead. Dead people don't feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like her. Not feeling. Just taking up space. Of course, she isn't the dead one. No, she's the one who hadn't kissed him goodbye that morning because she needed to find her favorite sweet berry lipstick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is living and Taichi is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell her, "I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Yamato's not really sure what's going on. So many people are talking and crying and he just wants to play his bass because he was trying to master some chords. Hopefully it'll stop soon. Whatever it is. All he knows is that people are saying Taichi's dead and yeah, okay, because Taichi would be dead, get real. He's only twenty four. So he has no fucking idea what's going on but it sure as hell isn't reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is hanging out with Taichi like they plans to do. They were going to go to some sports game, for Taichi, and then go around and make fun of crappy resteraunts, for him. They would round out the night by watching Die Hard, even though they both had it memorized by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is punching Tai in the face because he's freaking out and then promptly getting punched back. It's fighting until they're yelling so much they're laughing and then dusting themselves off and going, "Damn, it's been a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is going to bed and sleeping fitfully without nightmares and not sweating until he has to change the sheets. It's peaceful dreams about love and life and being successful and having a purpose and Taichi being his best friend, being there and making stupid jokes that he laughs uproarously at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is being calm, being cool, being &lt;i&gt;collected&lt;/i&gt; and knowing everything will be alright, that it has to be. That everything will work out and they'll all come together and beat whatever is coming down on them and move on, like they always had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this is reality but he pretends because it's only that knowledge that keeps him from completely falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Hikari's eyes flicker over his tombstone, and she is not battling denial or anger. In fact, she hasn't gone through the five stages of grief at all and no, that isn't denial. It is simply acceptance. Acceptance for knowing that her brother is gone. Accepting that he is dead and hopefully in a good place. Not in a dark place ... not in a place where the shadows would strangle him and torture him for the rest of the time. Never. She knows he's probably among the spry mists and clouds, glancing down at all of them in utter confusement but thinking, "Hey, a lot more people liked me than I thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries, softly, painfully to herself while Matt puts an arm around her shoulder mechanically. They exchange blank looks and Hikari is not completely convinced Yamato even knows where he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closes her eyes and prays to Taichi. She tells Taichi that if he can hear her, she misses him and surviving without him won't be impossible, just hard. She tells him that they threw out his half-eaten cheeseburger in the fridge, and sorry. She wanted to keep it but it seemed impractical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells him he loves her and she promises she'll take care of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari doesn't understand why death occurs. Why lives are granted and then snatched up greedily, like bargaining chips that could be gambled at any time. She doesn't understand it even the slightest, and for all her academic prowess is quite sure she'll never understand it, save for the answer 'it's the natural order of her life'. She doesn't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she accepts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wipes her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she will have to be the strong one. Like Taichi was. Like Taichi &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; because his physical embodiment may be gone, but his spirit will never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she keeps going. Not just for herself. But for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Otherwise he'd probably be up there going, "Don't be a wimp."</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2007-04-03T01:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-03T07:21:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T09:36:16Z</updated>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <category term="fanfic is for winners"/>
    <content type="html">Harry Potter fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Twisted Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Ginny and Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 465.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; “I love you,” he tells her. The words, she now knows, are soft and sweet but deceitful and empty. Tom had made her whole. Tom had broken her. She wants to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Own nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,” he tells her and his words taste like promises in her mouth. Like promises of new beginnings and love and not just being &lt;i&gt;the little Weasley girl&lt;/i&gt;. She swallows these words as quickly as she can, scared he'll snatch them back if she doesn't envelope them soon. Soon they are lodged in her stomach, floating around and trying desperately to cancel out the feeling in her gut that says 'get out of here, Ginny. Get where it's safe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignores it, of course, like the dumb little girl that she is and she just narrowly escapes death when he reveals his true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words don't taste like promises anymore. Instead they bleed of lies and ooze poison, contaminating her insides until she feels so claustrophobic she can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing, even on just parchment, scared her for so long. She'd stare at the ink, expecting a written response to appear within moments. When it didn't, she felt simultaneously relieved and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wonders, even to this day, at the ripe age of fourteen, how someone so handsome and charming could be so callous and cruel. To charm her, to hold her and touch her and then try to kill her. Beautiful, but deadly. Smiling with such charm and grace that she didn't notice as he slowly breathed out venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,” he tells her. The words, she now knows, are soft and sweet but deceitful and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate you,” she always says back, because she won't do it, she won't go back to that place and she won't let him try to kill her. She won't be that stupid naïve little girl anymore. She can't be. She had to be strong and she had to be smart and she couldn't fall back into his clutches again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be easy. It'd be so easy to let go and slip away to her death or whatever he would have planned for her. It would involve no effort. But she'd fight... she would have to fight. She'd have to fight the ghost of him that had crawled under her skin and never crawled back out. She would stay where she was safe. Away from him. Always away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows her instincts this time but still, she's unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you,” the memory of him tells her once more, smiling in that same, vaguely sensual way he always had. The smile of a winner. The smile of Tom Riddle, the man, the &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt;, who'd be haunting her since her first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate you,” she replies once more and she wishes with all of her heart and soul that she meant it.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2006-12-08T05:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-08T05:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-08T05:14:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Ask me a question. About anything. Something you've always wanted to know about me. Something random. Something serious. Something not so serious. I will reply honestly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it up, guys.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:supehsunny:25776</id>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2006-11-17T00:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T00:26:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T00:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should update this more! And my GJ more, to think of it :O But that's at least a few times a month. This isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm a slacker.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:supehsunny:25118</id>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2006-04-10T15:58:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-10T22:02:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-10T22:02:20Z</updated>
    <category term="survey eh"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted&lt;br /&gt;[x] during the summer pretty much the only shoes i wear are flip flops (because I would rather be barefoot, but you gotta wear something) &lt;br /&gt;[x] my favorite toy as a child were barbies&lt;br /&gt;[x] my favorite color is pink or purple&lt;br /&gt;[] i did Gymnastics &lt;br /&gt;[x] i love skirts (because I like the breeze on my legs)&lt;br /&gt;[] hollister is my favorite place to shop&lt;br /&gt;[] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear (just because they make my legs and ass look good)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[] i've never had a real job &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] my hair is straightened&lt;br /&gt;[] i have at least 8 myspace pictures&lt;br /&gt;[] i usually go shopping once a week (just because, I hardly buy much)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;[] i have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace&lt;br /&gt;[] i've gone to a tanning salon &lt;br /&gt;[] ive gone to the beach to tan - not to swim&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have at least 10 pairs of shoes (thank my mom's influence)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i watch either the OC or Laguna Beach&lt;br /&gt;[x] i change my icon weekly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i wear a shower cap&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] would NEVER step foot into Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;[] my cell phone might as well become a part of me&lt;br /&gt;[] i wear mascara everyday &lt;br /&gt;[] i've been or am on a diet&lt;br /&gt;[] bathing suits are adorable&lt;br /&gt;[] i dont know the difference between a sheep and a goat&lt;br /&gt;[x] big sunglasses are hot&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have gotten my nails done&lt;br /&gt;[] i own over 10 purses&lt;br /&gt;[] MTV is my one of my favorite channels&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] all i want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to have other girls do my hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] i give and receive hugs from all my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate bugs, snakes, lizards, spiders&lt;br /&gt;[x] carnivals are so fun!! &lt;br /&gt;[x] summer is THE best season &lt;br /&gt;[] my swimsuit has 2 pieces &lt;br /&gt;[x] i'm waiting for my knight in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;[x] musicians are so hot&lt;br /&gt;[x] you write me a poem and tell me im beautiful and im all yours (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i am self-conscious &lt;br /&gt;[x] i cry often &lt;br /&gt;[] my car smells like vanilla&lt;br /&gt;[x] my dishes get washed more then once a week&lt;br /&gt;[x] i dont do sports&lt;br /&gt;[x] i HATE to run &lt;br /&gt;[x] i squeal when i am surprised or angry&lt;br /&gt;[] i eat dried fruit as a snack &lt;br /&gt;[x] i love romance novels&lt;br /&gt;[x] Drew Barrymore is so cute &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i dance a lot&lt;br /&gt;[] i usually spend over an hour to get ready to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;[] i only have like 5 billion hair products&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to get dressed up. &lt;br /&gt;[] every part of my outfit needs to match&lt;br /&gt;[x] i talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends &lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to have a photo shoot of myself&lt;br /&gt;[] price on clothes hardly matters&lt;br /&gt;[] i apply lip gloss 50 times a day&lt;br /&gt;[x] i wish i were a model&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i wish i could meet Paris Hilton to slap her &lt;br /&gt;[] i have been something that was slutty on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[] i own Uggs&lt;br /&gt;[] Hip Hop is the best music&lt;br /&gt;[] i pop my collar&lt;br /&gt;[x] i like to be the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;[] guys with Mohawks are crazy&lt;br /&gt;[] horses are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;[x] i'd rather not pay attention in school&lt;br /&gt;[x] cats are adorable &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] i write my own music&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would love to visit Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;[x] Valentine's day is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[] white is better then black&lt;br /&gt;[] i wouldn't be caught dead in all black&lt;br /&gt;[x] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes &lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to read gossip magazines&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love to gossip&lt;br /&gt;[x] I had Lisa Frank folders, posters as a kid &lt;br /&gt;[] i love Celine Dion &lt;br /&gt;[x] My bubble baths are 2 hours long &lt;br /&gt;[] my wedding only needs a groom because it's already planned &lt;br /&gt;[x] my friends and i are in a strict group. we mostly only hang out with each other&lt;br /&gt;[] i like kids&lt;br /&gt;[] diet drinks are the best (Though not by my choosing)&lt;br /&gt;[] im all about being vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;[] i refuse to eat at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] i check my myspace everyday.&lt;br /&gt;[] i LOVE life!&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have a lot of jewlery!&lt;br /&gt;[x] claires has cheap jewlery&lt;br /&gt;[] my screen names have x's in them&lt;br /&gt;[x] either one of my myspace names has/had &amp;lt;3/?'s in them (well, i don't have myspace so i'll go msn)&lt;br /&gt;[] i would never want to be the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] it's not what he/she said it's the way he/she said it&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have more than 3 pillows on my bed (I have exactly three.)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Rubber Band.</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T07:02:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-30T07:03:18Z</updated>
    <category term="the o.c."/>
    <category term="fanfic is for winners"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Rubber Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Matt Ramsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG. (light swearing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_the_rocklobster' lj:user='the_rocklobster' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://the-rocklobster.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://the-rocklobster.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;the_rocklobster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; issued out this challenge in her lj &lt;a href="http://the-rocklobster.livejournal.com/463055.html?style=mine"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt; There was 50 sentences and I claimed #17, which read, "Matt feels as if the stress is eating at him from the inside and soon, there'll be nothing left." I hoped to do it - and Matt- justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all beginning to wear him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed simple enough at first. Matt Ramsey is- and was always to be- one thing: successful. There were different parts of success, however, and somehow that one thing contained so many subsections it was hard to keep track. Always be charming. Always be immaculately dressed. Do whatever it takes to get the gold. Never, ever lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years, that was how it was done. Never any other way. He'd win over the hearts he had to, step over the bodies he needed to and break someone's heart if that's what the job entailed. Feelings were not to be an issure. It was about the job. He &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the job. He loved the job. And the job loved him right back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... now it's all coming back to bite him in the ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be immaculately dressed. Always be charming. Do what it takes. Winning all the time. It's not so simple anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like a rubber band. You can stretch him and stretch him and at one point, he seems he can reach anything. Until, that is, the inevitable wearing process begins. And soon, if Matt isn't careful, he will let himself break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines. Details. He could not &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; this stuff. He needed time, answers to questions, guidance. But he wouldn't ask. He couldn't ask. He's Matt Ramsey. He's supposed to know. He's supposed to deal with this. Successful people do not let their stress levels bury them alive. It simply did not happen, not in his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is no longer a small price to pay with the job. It's become the job. The job he had loved so dearly is now replaced with nothing but angry people and new things to do with no time to do it. It's all just stress. His mind is running and running and running but can't seem to catch it's breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, it will collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt will be brought down. And his success will hinder, if not halt completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Matt, for once in his life, will lose.</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2006-03-27T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-28T06:22:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-28T06:22:56Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I ship Matt and Marissa too much for my own good XD

and I'm out.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:supehsunny:23483</id>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2006-02-09T21:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T04:27:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T04:27:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">i cried so much during the o.c., didn't know it was possible</content>
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    <title>supehsunny @ 2005-11-11T16:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T23:43:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-18T23:35:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_fanfic100' lj:user='fanfic100' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fanfic100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = haha, truly is crack. Linked the ones I've done ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="2" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/supehsunny/21755.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beginnings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21891.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Middles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ends.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Insides.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Outsides.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hours.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Days.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weeks.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Months.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Years.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Red.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Orange.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yellow.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blue.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Purple.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21389.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;White.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Colourless.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Friends.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Enemies.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21389.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovers&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Family.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Strangers.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Teammates.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Parents.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Children.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birth.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21891.html#cutid2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/supehsunny/21755.html#cutid2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunrise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sunset.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21389.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too Much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Not Enough.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sixth Sense.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smell.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sound.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Touch.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21389.html#cutid4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taste.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sight.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shapes.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Triangle.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Square.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Circle.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Moon.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Star.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Heart.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Diamond.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/supehsunny/21755.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Club.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spade.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;051.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/23785.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;052.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/25885.html#cutid2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fire.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;053.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Earth.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;054.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Air.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;055.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/24454.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spirit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;056.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Breakfast.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;057.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lunch.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;058.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dinner.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;059.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Food.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;060.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/23785.html#cutid2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;061.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Winter.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;062.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spring.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;063.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/21891.html#cutid3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;064.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fall.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;065.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Passing.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;066.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rain.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;067.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Snow.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;068.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lightening.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;069.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thunder.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;070.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Storm.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;071.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/23833.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;072.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fixed.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;073.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Light.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;074.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/fanfic100/831818.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;075.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shade.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;076.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/25885.html#cutid3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;077.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;What?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;078.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Where?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;079.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;When?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;080.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Why?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;081.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;How?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;082.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;If.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;083.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;And.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;084.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;He.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;085.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;She.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;086.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Choices.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;087.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Life.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;088.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;School.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;089.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Work.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;090.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Home.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;091.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birthday.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;092.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Christmas.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;093.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thanksgiving.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;094.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Independence.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;095.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;New Year.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;096.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://supehsunny.livejournal.com/25885.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living (Writers Choice).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;097.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;098.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;099.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;100.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer‘s Choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Friends Only.</title>
    <published>2005-08-07T07:27:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T05:35:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt; FRIENDS ONLY, BITCHES.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I swear a lot if you can't stand cussing then I suggest you leave :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, actually I don't swear THAT much. And I'm nice, yo. I update here but I update more at my GEEJAY YEAH. fluorescentpink at greatestjournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiffy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll get a banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES, CUZ THOSE ARE COOL YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Erm, put up with my teen angsting, yo.&lt;br /&gt;2) Flood my friends page with uncutted meme's and you're out, kthnxbai.&lt;br /&gt;3) omgz d0n't liek tawk liek in chatspk lol lol lol unless it's to mock things, haha.&lt;br /&gt;4) HMMMMMMMM THAT'S IT. ADD ME, KGOODAI.</content>
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