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  <updated>2006-05-04T06:47:32Z</updated>
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    <title>DSC03295_047</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T06:47:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T06:47:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59821961@N00/137534215/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/55/137534215_bf9c31bbfb_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59821961@N00/137534215/"&gt;DSC03295_047&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/59821961@N00/"&gt;michaelaligaddict&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i haven't the slightest what is going on&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_moist:11321</id>
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    <title>sick</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T08:34:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T08:34:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the buzzing of the computer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i had a long busy day, totally filled with running around and being productive. we went to idea, i painted little clowds on gracie and paul's bedroom wall....all sorts of little shit and cleaning...you know. it was great. for dinner i had spageti, however the fuck you spell that, and for desert delicious strawbury shortcake. then i went out back and worked with chilli some with the weave poles (agility) then went inside and didn't feel good. so i started to make my lunch for the next day and i really didn't feel good....so i went to bed, at 9:30. sortley after i was thrust out of my bed into the bathroom where i got on my knees, in frount of the toilet and baraly got my hair in a poneytale when it came. &lt;br /&gt;everything came&lt;br /&gt;up up uo&lt;br /&gt;and OUT&lt;br /&gt;with 3 big heaves and 2 or 3 little&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;there were the strawburry's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came out my nose&lt;br /&gt;it splashed in my fucking face&lt;br /&gt;it was awful&lt;br /&gt;but i felt better.&lt;br /&gt;i brushed my teath, gargled with moughwash to get that discusting taste out of the back of my throught, then i went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two houres later, again to the bathroom, again with the poneytale, and again with the leaveig&lt;br /&gt;this time smaller heaves&lt;br /&gt;and all that came up was yellow&lt;br /&gt;so fuck&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was a one time thing. maybe from eating shit all day and being a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm scared to fucking sleep&lt;br /&gt;omg and i'm gona' miss schol tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;so anyway wanted to share that will all of you.&lt;br /&gt;it's 1:30. no one's on. but yea....</content>
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    <title>haven't posted in forever</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T02:50:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-30T02:50:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey everyone (all three of you) haven't posted in for EVER. sorry. just haven't thought about it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in the bood for a huge entry, so let me just tell you that my spring break was AWSOME. stayed with kristy in CA (animal trainer friend) i miss it soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i might be geting a job at petsmart, which is crazzy cuz mu folks i thought would NEVER even CONSIDER letting me get a job, but it was my mom's idea. (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also sirrena's party was saterday and it was a ton of fun. i think glen likes me (shhh) and toby wants to fuck hannah. and they broke up last night, so we'll see i guess. but the party was fun, it wasn't many people and we just hang out and laughed and talked and took picktures. and i spent the night, and didn't goto bed till 3:45 AM cuz we were both really creaped out by toby's fucking goast storys. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it. i have to pee. tata for now :-)&lt;br /&gt;-molly moistXXOO</content>
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    <title>omg</title>
    <published>2006-02-19T21:41:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-19T21:41:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so my aut kathleen is per sittin in GILBERT (fivethousend miles from my house) for these wack jobe people who own 2 farets. and she (my aunt) invited me 2 stay the night. so yesterday my whole family went and met up with my aunt and grandma for a movie (we saw '8 Below' it was really good!)&lt;br /&gt;then after the movie i went home with my aut...well went fivethousend miles to glendale, to the faret house. and they are CUTE and funny and they have the run of the house and they PLAY AND PLAY and are just adorable.&lt;br /&gt;so yea i spend the night and there was no extra bed or sofa (!?!) these peopleon't have a sofa. in the whole house. they are strange in SO MANY ways...omg you don't even kow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept on an easey chair that kept trying to TIP ME OUT OF IT! in the middle of the night! it would just tip forword! and i'd be JOLTED from my sleep and have to catch myself! CATCH MYSELF! NONSENCE! so i finaly just slept on the floor. on the floor...hahaha on this huge comforter these people spent 500 bucks on and gave to the farets to play on and under. (do you see what i mean about these people? odd) anyway i slept onm that comfprter and when the farets got up they came and played on ME...lol but didn't really wake me up. haha and when my aunt got up she watched them and took picktures. hahaha lmao those guys are so cute! i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg then on our way back to my house this afternoon there was a back up on the free way from a car crash and when we got up there, the police hadn't arived yet and there was a crazy man who had been hurt and was bleading ALL OVER THE PLACE. there was blood all down his frount, he was missing a shew and his face was COVERED IN BLOOD. it was scarry! and we drove by all slow and kathleen rolled down the windowes a crack so we could here what we found out was a helecopter and the guy in the helacopter was talking to all the people stoped to help this guy who was stagering in the street, i didn't hear it all but he had said 'something-something he may stil be armed and dangerous' so i told kathleen, who had't heard the helacopter man, to roll up her window!...so this guy must have done something ilegal, with a wepon, been running from the cops, and got in a crash! OMG! he was ARMED? and we were INCHES from him! with our windows DOWN! hahaha TERRIFIEING! i'm never telling my parets butr i can't wait to tell everyone at school. hahaha</content>
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    <title>valentines day rant</title>
    <published>2006-02-17T02:02:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-17T02:02:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound of my heart falling apart and melting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">valentines day fucking SUCKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole point is just to remind everyone their alone and sad. and to point out the people who are very much happy and NOT alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i knew it was gona' suck this year for that reason, of being reminded i have no boyfriend (or much to no hope of getting one) but i swear to you every aspect of that day was fucked! valentines day was the worst day i've had in a LONG time. everything went wrong....first off i was sad....then decited 2 stop being a pussy about it and not bring it up every two secounds cuz i knew everyone at school would be ALL DAY (which they toally did) then it was a B day so i had all my shitty classes...but at first i had ASL (american sign language) with little glen (yay) so that was fun. but math sucked cuz ryan totally made fun of me the ENTIRE class....then at lunch i had no money so i bumed money for a drink, then i was late to class without my homework and i SPILLED my sprite (that was in a cup) all over me. and when i say all, i mean ALL. all down my frount and left side. everything STICKED! INSTENTLY! argh! it sucked...so i go intop class and since i was late my teacher wouldn't let me go glean up so i sat through this dumb movie, being sticked and taking pointless notes (oh and he moved my best friend in that class tyo ACROSS THE ROOM and replaced her with this cunt-face snobby bitch who glares at me all though class.) then when i finaly did goto the bathroom i realized i had lost my ipod headphones (which i JUST found out caust 19 BUCKS TO REPLACE) then when i went back to class and barrowed headphones from someone my ipod wouldn't WORK! as in it's BROKEN! as in my IPOD IS BROKEN. as in a MAGER CRISIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other shit went wrong but fuck, what tops a BROKEN IPOD? RIGHT? no one DIED so pretty much a broken ipod is THE WORST thing that could happen to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one good thing about the day....i came home and my grandma was over (cuz it was her birthday, for those of you who don't know) and we went out for din din and she was really sweet and we all had a good time...and she came to agiltity with me...where the night turned to shit again when this dumb fuck man lat his dog lunge at everyone and barking and being FUCKING SCARRY. and it's a long story but chilli won't do this obstical called the teater now cuz a dat mother fucker and i'm PISSED cuz chill's always. ALWAYS. loved. LOVED that obstical and she was like running. RUNNING. away every time i asked her todo it. ARGH! that shit's FUCKED UP! i hate that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day MY ASS</content>
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    <title>i think i have a new crush</title>
    <published>2006-02-11T21:31:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-11T21:31:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">humm.....who could it be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don'tch' ya' al;ways want what ya' can't have?? GOSH i hate that!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_moist:9813</id>
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    <title>party</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T16:42:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T16:42:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>JEFFREE STAR- we want cunt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm at hannah's right now....i just got up, she and brandon are still sleeping....hannah, toby and i had a party last night here at hannah's. it was relly hannah's thing, i co-hosted it. not a lot of people showed up, but i think that's better. we had fun. we played spin the bottle and trush or dare, that kinda' lame shit...but it was alright. glen and kaili came with matt, but they took off cuz they didn't wana have to kiss anyone. so it was mostly freshmen and brandon....hannah's gay who just happend to be in from out of town (he used to live here and goto nsa but he movies to ohio or some place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leme just tell you about brandon- he. is. a. flamer.&lt;br /&gt;like....he's soooooper afectionet, and likes to make people feel uncomfortable. it's his thing. he just goes up to people and grabs their ass and rubs agenst them and gets REALLY close...all up in ur shit, you know? hahaha lmao. it's REDICULOUS! but it's fun after a while. he is obsesed with my boobes. and he is REALLY FUNNY. and cute, n whatnot....really funny though, i mean, we laughed all night at this box. it was hylarious. (had to have been there) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the party- spin the bottle was lame...no one really "made out" it was like lil 1/4 sec shit. like, me and hannah "made out"....but it wasn't really....truth or dare was a little more interesting. people ended up being dared to make out with somone for a surten amount of time....that wiorked out okay until hannah, or somone, dared me 2 'hardcore makeout' with brandon for 6 secounds and we were both laughing and kept having to start over again. omg. it was so uncomfortable. i love brandon, i mean, that part of it was cool...just everyone was freaking out cuz he's a gay or somthing...wtfever. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed over and here i am now. brandon's mom's picking him up and i have stuff todo with my family today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish those 2 would get the fuck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MWAH</content>
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    <title>genius</title>
    <published>2006-01-21T01:55:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-21T01:55:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is my new favorit word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hylarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the cool people say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer, chris, kevin. (kevin fucking D!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genious is a funny word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking hystarical</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_moist:9468</id>
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    <title>school's starting</title>
    <published>2006-01-20T15:36:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-20T15:36:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">but real quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was up late last night painting banananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paint banananas now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly moist the banana painter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH</content>
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    <title>casey teadybearface</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T04:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T04:42:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of fucking story, everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't you forget it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_moist:8801</id>
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    <title>i had this crazy ass dream last night</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T19:18:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T19:18:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">that kevi died...sirrena told me kevi had died. that he was killed by some guy who was dating his ex girlfriend and some friends of this guys...they tooking him and shook him till he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SO MANY things match up with last night, and the movie. the position i imagined in my mind in the dream of the guys around kevin, shaking him, was exactly the same postion the guys who killed one of the charictors in the movie were standing around HIM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wild...cuz this never happends to me. where real things from my life show up in dreams. OH! and i was trying to cry! that was another thing...god. in the dream when i found out i was in shock at first, like 'kevin culd not be head'. then sirrena was crying and we were walking around and i was trying to cry, and it didn't work then somtimes it would just come and i'd cry then i'd think about it and i'd stop myself unintentionaly. it was totally fitting!! ...in the movie i kept thinking "oh here it comes! i'm gona' cry!" then i wouldn't...cuz i was thinking about it too much. totally dumb problem that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up at 11 i had a stomach ach from the dream. and i almost called kevin but insted i send a text msg saying hi. he didn't reply but i talked to one of his froends who said she had just been with him thismorning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shesh...it's friday the 13th...i hope no one dose any stupid shit</content>
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    <title>Brokeback Mountain</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T08:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T08:05:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just saw Brokeback Mountain. and it was really, honestly a good movie. really amazing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a total reality check. really insane shit that's happening to people every day and no one takes it seriously...i don;t understand why everyone's playing it off as a joke. like "ooh they had SEX....*giggle giggle*..."&lt;br /&gt;like- what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. take it how you want. i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't say its dumb...or 'gay' if you havn't seen it. cuz it's really a well made movie. and people go in thinking it's GAY and well it is, but not really...it's great and should be taken in with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people piss me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the movie makes you hate close minded people...and the human race, in general. the whole topic of homosexuality is compleatly avoided in every way poscoble in society. the thought of gay cowboys is like un heard of to me. i wish everyone could just be who they are and everyone could just shut the hell up about it. everyone's fighting to be different and original then they make fun of anyone that's not like them....the whole thing makes me want to scream!...but i know there's only a little bit i can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just gona' keep telling people to see the movie. and go in exspecting a good movie, not a gay movie. and maybe it will change sme perspectives. or maybe it won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but either way i am glad the movie was made and is popping up in a bunch of theaters. people need to see the truth</content>
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    <title>i am stressed.</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T20:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T20:44:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i had a dream that i failed my biology final and that i couldn't take my guitar final cuz i didn't have my guitar. adn i couldn't find it or remember where i left it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;then i woke up and thought "where IS my guitar?" &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OMG i don't know. i thinki it's in my carpool car. i think. but i'm not SURE and the guitar final is...god i don't even know what day it is and i don't have done what i'm saposed to have done and i can't do it cuz i don't have a guitar! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so i'm sitting around thinkng about how STRESSED OUT i am. and how i shoulldn't be. like jordan said. don't worry about it or it'll fuck you up when the test is really happening. but thien i think OMG if i don't pass the biology final. if i do't get atleast a B,&amp;nbsp;i will have to RE-TAKE that class. then i go back to stressing. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AND- i'm saposed to go over to hannah's to studdy but i can't get ahold of her! i've called like 24million time and she just DOSN'T ANSWER. EVER.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND- sirrena and i were going to go see kind king. KING KONG. with kevin. KEVIN!! but SHE dosn't answer her godamnfuckingphone EITHER and kevin had to cancel. (grumble) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AND- it is not. as of today. $0.39 to send a letter insted of .37 like it USED TO BE. so fuck. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>finals</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T21:55:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T21:55:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">finals are happening next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a normal day on monday. (all review i imagine) then tuesday, wed., and thursday, are finals (each!) and friday and monday we have off...which is pretty fucking fabulous...only if i don't do REALLY GOOD on my math and biology i'm going to FALE. and LOOK i spelt that WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a gonner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking finals fucking suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODAMNFUCKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>fuck</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T21:47:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T21:47:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel like screaming&lt;br /&gt;running&lt;br /&gt;bolting&lt;br /&gt;getting away from myself and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went shopping...i fucking hate shopping. it makes me hate myself and everything. cloaths are made for sticks and i am not a stick and i just want to run away. go away and be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million little pieces is amazing. i read for 4 straight hours last night. i couldn't even see straight but i couldn't stop. it hooks you in. i think about him all the time. i have dreams about what's going to happen next and i just want to sit and read until its read. but i have shit to do and the shit never ends it just keeps coming and coming and OMG i want to scream. and run. and leave. and i can't. and i'm pissed. and i hate shoppig. and i hate myself and i hate sticks. and i just want to scream and run and i can't and i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i almost feel bad for complaining but fuck it cuz this is my place to come and rant. so fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god school starts in two days. two motherfucking days. i'm looking forword to it only i'm not and i don't know what todo about guitar and i want to scream...still. and i want everything to just work out and stop being suck a pain in my motherfucking ass all the fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to stop playing shit off as a joke when its not funny. but i can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not trying to be dramadic. but i can't help it. this is why people do drugs. fuck</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>dude...</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T23:06:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-30T23:06:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">that new book 'a Million Little Pieces' *despite what jordan sayed) is really good. intence. narley, really, in parts. (or ex: in the last chapter i read he's at the dentist and he's getting root canals and sinse he's at a drug treatment center he can not have any pain killers. so he's getting two ROOT CANALS WITH N PAIN KILLERS. i could baraly read it it was so painful, yet i could not bare to set it down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my book smells like boogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you get all close up it dose not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but from lap length away it smells like boogers</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>christmas</title>
    <published>2005-12-27T05:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-27T05:41:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;how was everyone's christmas? everyone got what they wanted, i trust? it's been a fun year, hasn't it? (see, an intro such as this makes it APPEAR as though people actualy READ my blog) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anyway back to me- christmas morning my little brother and sister came in and woke me up and we went into the living room and did our stockings and opened all our gifts from santa and eachother- i wanted to WAIT to open the ones from eachother untill the rest of the family got there...but NOOO my PARENTS didn't "wona" (thay actualy SAID THAT! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so we open them ALL and it was fun...chilli was ripping the paper i kept throwing at her and i got some cool little stuff. you know...some instant coffee, some painting stuff, chocolat covered coffee beans (omg). earrings and a bracelet from my mom, a johny depp poster from gracie (SQUEAL). a few DVDs. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a portable CD player AND boombox. um....WHAT? don't i ALREADY HAVE ONE OF BOTH OF THOSE THINGS? didn't i SPACIFICLY SPECIFIE EVEN THOUGH THEY DON'T RUN AS&amp;nbsp;SMOOTHLEY AS THEY USED TO, I DID NOT WANT NEW ONES?&amp;nbsp;i could have SWORN i said JUST THAT.&amp;nbsp;I REALLY THING I HAVE CD PLAYERS. but. could i be mistaken? could i be IMAGINING things. seeing cd players that arn't REALLY THERE?...yea, i don't think so. couldn't they have gotten me soemething i ASK FOR and/or ACTUALY NEED/COULD USE?? i mean MY GOD.... &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;whatever&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;so the rest of my family's at my house, and i'm passing out gifts. to...other people, but. not. me. ...hmmm..."that's odd" i quietly think to myself as i continue to hand out piles of packages to my grandma, siblings and cousins, and look sadly at my 2 gifts. TWO. GIFTS. are you serious?...has everyone come to hate me THAT MUCH in the last year that i only get TWO gifts from my whole FAMILY??? no. of course not. there's still time...just keep passing out gifts. there will be some for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;there will be. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;there has to be&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;right?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the pile around the tree gets smaller and smaller till finaly: "is that all the the gifts?" i ask..."mmhm" they all&amp;nbsp;answer in unison. and i sit to cry in my corner. and open my first gift. it's from kathleen and it's a bunch of little cool stuff from Target, a green scarfe and candle. a dogtog (that chilli LOVES, btw). you know. then onto the next one.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm not gona' drag it out (cuz OMG lookm at what i've writen already...dragging! i don't even know WHY i'm writing anymore at all, cuz anyone who bothered to read my sad blog has stoped by now- hit the BACK button FOR SURE)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but just for kicks-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i got an ipod.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AN IPOD OMG AN IPOD AND IPOD&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;a black, ipod nano.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it turns out my cousins and kathleen all pitched in and got it for me. (my granny, poor dear, she didn't get npthing for no one this year cuz she's broke. but i still love her, of course)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i havn't left the computer since.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>back home</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T03:09:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T03:09:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>random family noise...tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i'm home again bickaring with my dad...lol bgut it's okay. i got pissey with him earlier and it became a "thing" but it's over now. i gopta' make this quick or there will be another "thing" soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the crazy lesbian sent me the link to where i got this FABULOUS Fab 4 i con!! OMGGGG i also got this one of just kyan (my favorite fab 4 boyfriend) of his putting on his shades and lifting up his hairm dryer...you know from the oppeing song...OMG it's fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, back at home. xmas eve is tomorrow so i'm tryig 2 keep it together. sirrena and glen are BOTH in disney land and i with i were there but i'd miss my dog...painting tyo do, gotm to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses</content>
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    <title>molly_moist @ 2005-12-22T13:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-22T20:27:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-22T20:27:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have been molested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no joke. i can't even sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i lost my phone and while i was looking fo it for 2 1/2 hrs. someone FOUND it and had sex with it! I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP! and they PHOTOGRAPHED THEMSELVES. so i go to take a pic on my phone, and i see this odd, dark picture and i looked closer and it's a PENIS. that's right. a penis. a MASTERBATING PENIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SERIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i feel DIRTY and WRONG. i put MY FACE up to that cum-residue-covered-phone. EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW</content>
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    <title>i think i'm alright</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T18:40:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T18:40:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound of icetea being stured</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i just spent the morning with THE MOST FASCINATING WOMAN. my aunt's nabor, Julia. she is just such an intaresting read. you know? just a neet lady. she told me to come over at 8. cuz she gets up at 7:30. she lied. she was TOTALLY ASLEEP WHEN I GOT THERE AT 10 AFTER. but everything worked out, we took the chilli dog and went to the little old town cottonwood and got bagles and coffee and walked around, looked at all the cute little shops -that all alowed dogs by the way- even the barber shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the first shop we come to i say to julia "should i tie up chilli out here you think? should we ask inside?" and she says "never ask. cuz when you ask, people say no. if yo don't ask they can't say no. if they don't want you in there they'll tell you, and we can deal with it if it happends. you don't ask you do" OMG DON'T YOU LOVE HER ALREADY? she's so her own person. over breakfast we talked about how wonderful dogs are and how unberible the world would be without them. and how pathedicly worthless people are next to animals. oh gosh. fun fun fun. i love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went to work and chill and i walked home. oh and i also got this book from this book store (that chilli was alowed into) it's called "A Million little Piece" by James Frey. (Frey, what a lovely last name!). it's a drug book, of course, of corse. and it was only 15 bucks...almost half what i've seen if for other places so it was simply too much to pass up. now we'll see if i ever get aroubd to reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle dan's making coffee. yum. i dont know if i'll ever sleep again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:molly_moist:6180</id>
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    <title>i can't believe i did it</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T15:04:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T15:04:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RENT soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i stayed up all night...what is wrong with me?? i'm at pam's and it's freezing fucking cold and i spent the entire night painting. am i INSANE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like i'm DEAD. no joke. i'm beyond pale, with a tint of blue. my lips blend in with the rest of my face, so i basicly have no lips...and there are rings around my eyes. not UNDER, but AROUND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made half a pot at 7 and didn't finish till 11. so it was like literlay running around the house singing "today for you tomorrow for me" off the RENT soundtrack and dancing. omg. at 2 when i finaly went to bed and Pam was trying to sleep and i just COULD NOT SHUT MY EYES. it was like PAINFUL to have them shut! so i said "i can't handle this. i have 2 go" and she laughed and said "fine STAY UP till 8" (8 is when i'm going to the nabor's for breakfast and a walk to the park with the dogs. in the freezing fucking cold) so i was like 'okay...' so i came out and painted and painted and drew and painted and shivered and listned to my stomach growel at me. untill 7:30. what is wrong with me? i never even GOT TIRED. well...maybe a little. at 6:30 something hit me and i was TIRED. but it was tooo late to go back now. what was i gona' do? go sleep for an hour? i would NEVER GET UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stayed up and smeared as much makeup onto my face as would stay and dressed myself best i could and LOOK AT THE TIME! i'm almost late!</content>
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    <title>pams'</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T04:37:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T04:37:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at pams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i never update this. my folks are anel about the whole "molly being on computer when she spends no time with us" whatever THAT means...argh. anyway i'm at pams so you all can call me, keep that in mind. and somethong intaresting will come to mind that i can write about :-)</content>
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    <title>Ryan update</title>
    <published>2005-12-10T22:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-10T22:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so it'a a long fucking story- but basicly i still like ryan as much as i would LOVE to just MOVE THE FUCK ON already, i can't seam to. there's more to that but i'm in a hurry. the point is yesterday we were text msging and i got out of class to go talk to him about how he was being a prick the other day (when i was like on the verge of tears) and one thing led to another and soon i found myself in the darkness of the school bathroom with his toung in my mouth. graphic. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't feel bad. i did, kinda'. but now i don't, cuz why should i? i shouldn't. so i'm not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)</content>
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    <title>fuck</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T05:52:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T05:52:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ry was really cute yesterday. and i told him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today he walked into math all chipper and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheak and said he was drunk and needed sex. this kid josh and i were the only ones in the room at the time, so he asked josh "how much for a blow job". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh left the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wanted a kiss. and i wanted 2 kiss him. but we were in CLASS. i can't just be like ontop of him and have the teacher walk in and, like, fire me! jesus. i said 'we can't just LEAVE', by that time the teacher was back and so was josh and the rest of the class. and he said 'sure we can, i do it all the time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, what a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he started on this 'you don't love me anymore, you love Greg now' thing. you see, greg has a rather obvious crush on me and i, well, don't have one on him. but i DO hive him hugs, as i've always done, and ry said 'well you give him hugs and you don't give me hugs'. i told him that's cuz greg aASKS for hugs and he dosen't- he USED to but dosen't! so i figured he jusy didn't want them, even though i TOTALLY DID! (do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so ry made me feel bad and reminded me lunch is 45 min long, (plenty of time for sex having in the bathroom) and at first i said no. but i got to thinking about it thought, and thought 'why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did it. with ry. in thw bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life will never be the same again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i compleatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i GOT YOU! you COMPLEATLY BELIEVED I DID RYAN IN THE BATHROOM! don't you love me at all!? don't you have ANY FAITH IN ME WhAT SO FUCKING EVER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you people. remind me again why we're friends?</content>
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    <title>why?</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T05:19:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-01T05:19:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always think of stuff i want to write about here- TELL people about then FORGET before i get a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT THIS TIME! this time i remembered what i wanted to say. (everyone clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night i went in to goto bad and it was freezing fucking cold so after many failed attempts to become warmer i got up and decided to turn the heat on for the first time since we've lived in this house- seams like a smart enough idea, right? only it was not cuz when i layed back down under the covers it was sudenly motherfucking HOT. WHAT!? how the fuck...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i try to get comfertable but fail and soon go turn off the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then it's like 11:30, kinda' late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at 4:30 in the A.M. i'm awake. like REALLY awake. at 4? what's going on? so i get a drink of water then go back to bed but can't fall back asleep till 6 when i'm saposed 2 get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godamnfucking. you know!? it's like, why dose god hate me so much?</content>
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