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  <title>she's the red sun at morning</title>
  <subtitle>be cool, soda pop</subtitle>
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  <updated>2012-05-15T21:39:13Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:112314</id>
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    <title>my very intelligent thoughts on merlin season 2</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T00:21:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T00:21:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: arthur and his.. "see? its an HONOUR to serve me!"&lt;br /&gt;Abby: I was kind of sad that Merlin didn't get possessed, though.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: No feathery emo cloak of evil for him. :(&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:111970</id>
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    <title>refracting @ 2009-09-17T18:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-17T23:33:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-17T23:33:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sick and death-like in bed, but at least it's the week &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; classes start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been entertaining myself with Kamen Rider of various flavors.  The nice thing about my new flatmate is that she lets me moan miserably, curl up on the couch in the living room, and force-feed her Den-O episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="lazulisong" lj:user="lazulisong" &gt;&lt;a href="https://lazulisong.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lazulisong.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;lazulisong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted a retarded Den-O fusion with Loveless and it shows the terrible signs of becoming an actual fic if I ever stop feeling like moving will make my head explode; as anyone who knows me may have guessed, it goes along the lines of "how best can I thoroughly traumatize Yuuto, also, Ryou-chan with cat ears!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to trying to kill myself with pillows, but first, tea!  Thank god for tea.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:111665</id>
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    <title>kabuto fic</title>
    <published>2009-05-10T17:55:54Z</published>
    <updated>2012-05-15T21:39:13Z</updated>
    <category term="kabuto"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <content type="html">I hate &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="lazulisong" lj:user="lazulisong" &gt;&lt;a href="https://lazulisong.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lazulisong.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;lazulisong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A LOT, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that Kagami thinks Tendou was born knowing how to fight, jumped straight from stubby little toddler legs to waiting for the Kabuto Zector (well, &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; not), or anything like that. He knows that somewhere along the line, Tendou spent hours on endless hours going through forms, had bruises along the fine bones of his cheek, the edges of his arms from missed blocks and rough falls.  He had to have someone to teach him, someone to bandage him up, and, strangest of all, someone with which to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that Kagami can't begin to imagine &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he knows about Tendou's family is that his parents were killed by the Worm, his grandmother is, well, the one with all those sayings, and Tendou will very calmly (or not so much) murder anyone who tries to hurt Juka or Hiyori.  Sure, Tendou has followers, but they're not friends. Kagami can't imagine any of the giggling girls or awed-to-tears men as someone that would ever get to see Tendou as anything less than perfect, let alone the awkward stance of not knowing the exact form of a punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagami knows who Tendou selects to regularly beat on now, of course.  And yeah, maybe beat on isn’t the right choice of words since he can pretty much hold his own, even if he’s never quite fighting with that absolutely serious edge that Tendou sometimes gets when he takes too long to learn something to Tendou’s satisfaction.   Kagami’s pretty sure that most people don’t do their best to kill or possibly just permanently injure their friends in the name of hurrying them through crash courses in how to kill Worm or sneaky bastards when not fully covered in his (perfectly serviceable, thanks) rider gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one time he mentioned it to Tendou, though, he’d had to deal with a sulk and none of Tendou’s cooking for a &lt;i&gt;week&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, Kagami’s pretty sure that Tendou is happy enough beating a lifetime’s worth of karate or judo or whatever the week’s regime is into him.  Not like Kagami can picture Tendou torturing, say, Renge, or god forbid, making the trek out into the woods to see if Kageyama or Yaguruma would take time out from lamenting their tragic existence to step into the bright-lit confines of a dojo every now and then.  They’d probably have to go huddle in a corner until someone dimmed the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t really mind, either, early mornings with the sun streaming in through the open windows, staining the mats in warm gold.  Tendou kneels across from him, still and solemn, loose-limbed in the crisp white of his &lt;i&gt;gi&lt;/i&gt;, and raises his head, meets Kagami’s eyes and slants what might be just the barest of smiles, a flicker and gone as they both rise to ready, the light limning the soft cloud of Tendou’s hair.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:111573</id>
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    <title>megaten online</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T22:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T22:39:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now that it's open beta, give me your character names, oh friendslist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a big, ridiculous clan that takes nothing seriously except getting the shiniest demon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, alternatively, we can all party together and get killed a lot in Suginami Silver.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:111346</id>
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    <title>happy holidays</title>
    <published>2008-12-23T20:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-23T20:14:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="ruinreverse" lj:user="ruinreverse" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ruinreverse.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ruinreverse.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ruinreverse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be reopening January 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applications will be open January 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who played previously, comment here to keep your character.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:110904</id>
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    <title>\o/</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T04:10:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T04:10:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Megaten Online closed beta GET!</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:110592</id>
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    <title>work woe, etc</title>
    <published>2008-11-08T18:24:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T18:24:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Le sigh.  It's gotten to the point where I'm dreaming about the stupid customers again.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:110499</id>
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    <title>fyi</title>
    <published>2008-11-04T02:11:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-04T02:11:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you only do one thing tomorrow, VOTE.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:110288</id>
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    <title>refracting @ 2008-08-17T23:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T04:33:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T04:33:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">she was a really, really good dog.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:109859</id>
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    <title>today is</title>
    <published>2008-08-07T04:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-07T04:09:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just found out my dog has lymphoma.  Sandy's eleven; she's old and she's had a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when she was a puppy, sitting in one of the shelves by the door, hiding behind one of Mom's tennis shoes with just her nose and eyes peeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we first had Sharon's cats stay at our house and Gigi fell asleep on top of Sandy; their fur was the same golden-orange color and you could barely see the tiny ball of kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts chemo tomorrow.  I hate that I'm not there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really use some cheer-up things now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:109568</id>
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    <title>retarded tv show drabbles</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T18:31:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T05:15:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Meg is a terrible, terrible enabler. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmf!" Masumi said, suddenly face down against the map table.  He turned his head enough to see a red sleeve attached to the hand by his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akashi?" he asked, bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief slid a knee between Masumi's legs, knocked them further apart, and thumbed the button of his jeans.  Masumi yelped, flailed a little, and utterly failed in twisting around to get a look at Chief's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akashi!" he squeaked, in an entirely different tone.  That was Chief's hand in his &lt;i&gt;pants&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't listen to Yami no Yaiba.  I trust you, Masumi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guh," Masumi said.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground, thought Ryoutarou, was softer than it had been the last time he fell (the kitten had dashed right across the sidewalk and the rock that caught the front wheel of his bike was firmly wedged in a crack) down the stairs.  He couldn't remember the ground being warm and breathing and moaning softly while it rubbed at its head--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah!" Ryoutarou yelped, and tried to scramble off Yuuto's prone form, right into Deneb's large, helping metal hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard someone shouting, vaguely, through the daze of his brain resettling in his skull, and managed to turn his head so he wasn't breathing in t-shirt, mostly.  For the strangest reason, it sounded like someone was yelling "Deneb, you broke him," but he wasn't sure through the ringing in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine," Ryoutaro mumbled, and let Yuuto carefully tip him upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really," he said weakly to Yuuto's dubious expression, and went a little crosseyed tracking the finger waving in front of his nose.  Ryoutaro mustered a wan smile when Deneb solicitously lifted him by the elbow and dusted the dirt from his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nogami, you really are unlucky," Yuuto started to say, and stopped with the oddest look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No-ga-mi," Yuuto scowled, drawing out each syllable ominously, his voice rising, "where are your &lt;i&gt;ears&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;a name='cutid2-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:109512</id>
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    <title>woe and etc, etc</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T18:20:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T18:20:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someday, there will be absolutely nothing wrong with my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, it will probably be time to get a new one.  :(</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:109248</id>
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    <title>fyi</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T02:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T02:19:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back in Evanston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, Chicago.  On the other, it kind of sucks not knowing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be an Iron Man day.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:108969</id>
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    <title>the string around a finger</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T00:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T00:43:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life sucks and then you keep going.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:108602</id>
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    <title>my triumphant return</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T17:34:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T17:36:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Give me two characters, and I will write a story where one of them is a dragon soul-bonded to the other.  Preferably from a fandom I know, but if it isn't, I reserve the right to make everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shamelessly stolen from &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="mekosuchinae" lj:user="mekosuchinae" &gt;&lt;a href="https://mekosuchinae.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mekosuchinae.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;mekosuchinae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:108420</id>
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    <title>haaaaalp</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T16:44:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T16:44:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just how fixable is a broken (internal) power supply for, say, someone's nice, wonderful laptop that no longer is able to charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs quietly*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:107954</id>
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    <title>So if you liked Prince of Tennis...</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T04:35:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T04:35:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Has anyone been watching Ookiku Furikabutte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's (dare I say it) 1.5 x the slash, equal amounts of shounen retard, plus highschool baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT EQUATION = PURE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't watching this, why not?  I will totally pimp it out if anyone would like the episodes or the manga.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:107688</id>
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    <title>Ruin Reverse people!</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T03:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T03:49:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Attention, anyone who would like to return to her character at &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="ruinreverse" lj:user="ruinreverse" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ruinreverse.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ruinreverse.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ruinreverse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a comment to this post with your name, character, and contact information.  If you'd rather play a different character this time around, that's fine, too, but do let me know.  (You will have to reapp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, uh, poke whoever might not see this 'cause the game actually is going to be revived.  FAITO!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:107465</id>
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    <title>something old, something new</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T18:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T18:41:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy new year, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Actually get off my ass and restart &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="ruinreverse" lj:user="ruinreverse" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ruinreverse.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=924" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ruinreverse.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;ruinreverse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;b. School before work.&lt;br /&gt;c. Keep in touch.  I actually do like people!&lt;br /&gt;d. Get into the habit of regularly writing.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:107020</id>
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    <title>a lack of LIVING</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T15:34:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T15:34:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OR: why I love my &lt;i&gt;part time&lt;/i&gt; job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 hours in two days.  Can we do 27 hours in three!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, sports fans, for the exciting conclusion!</content>
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    <title>mercy?</title>
    <published>2007-08-21T05:41:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T05:43:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">am in process of return from land of raging fires and wild turkeys (only one turkey, tho, as the neighborhood coyote has apparently been hard at work this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 (two) hours late to mnps/st pl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight left 5 (five) minutes after self arrived at gate (note that self was not on said flight, but rather at the terminal on the direct opposite end of the airport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rerouted to dtr, will arrive in cle at 7:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at hotel at 1:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plane home leaves at 6:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be awake in time to catch shuttle at 4:30 (fucking early) AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly may not be sleeping tonight to ensure self is ON THAT DAMN PLANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do not expect alive-ness anytime soon.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:106365</id>
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    <title>a brief, not-so-shining moment of real life</title>
    <published>2007-06-29T23:50:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-29T23:53:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, some background, because I don't talk about real life much in this journal, I work at Express.  A trendy clothing store.  Yes, it was a shock to me, too, since fashion and Abby are more like moons that intersect in orbit a couple times every hundred years than anything I was remotely interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that's not the point.  What IS the point is that, as my first job in retail, I am now priveleged to be witness to just how much people can be complete fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the long(er) version, I now have a customer calling district management to file a complaint on me that I am racist because I (literally) failed to ask her if she had an Express credit card.  That's her ONLY reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coworker's ex-boyfriend called her today trying to blackmail her into getting back together with him.  He threatened to break up her current relationship by telling her boyfriend the most idiotic, filthy lies about her.  This woman is amazing.  She works two jobs to support her kids as a single mother.  Her ex-husband, who owes her tens of thousands in child support, was recently arrested for dealing drugs.  And now this shit of a person is stalking her, following her to work, to her home, to her boyfriend's home.  Making it impossible for her to sleep, to feel &lt;i&gt;safe&lt;/i&gt; anywhere she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that so many people can be such miserable, petty assholes.</content>
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    <title>i would offer love and MY SOUL?</title>
    <published>2007-06-22T23:40:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-22T23:40:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...so is there anyone who will translate my shiny new SuikoV doujinshi if I scan them?  ;_;</content>
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    <title>riddle me this</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T01:06:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T02:13:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where, besides eBay, can one find doujinshi for sale?  Especially for less popular things such as Suikoden V?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:refracting:105427</id>
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    <title>a waste of 2 hours and $7</title>
    <published>2007-05-05T04:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-05T04:03:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spider-Man 3.  Possibly the worst movie I've seen all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the most BORING movie I've seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with extra emo!sad spidey in rain.</content>
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