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  <title>jthorn1968 journal</title>
  <subtitle>Here I go again!!!</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>jante1968</name>
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  <updated>2013-11-18T02:03:14Z</updated>
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    <title>Friends</title>
    <published>2013-11-18T02:03:14Z</published>
    <updated>2013-11-18T02:03:14Z</updated>
    <category term="via ljapp"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;Going to be sorting through my friend list and changing it a bit. would like to make it a tad bit easier to go through.&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="skoshybabe" lj:user="skoshybabe" &gt;&lt;a href="https://skoshybabe.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://skoshybabe.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Posted via &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/android/link" target="_blank"&gt;LiveJournal app for Android&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:43543</id>
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    <title>Long Time</title>
    <published>2013-11-18T01:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2013-11-18T01:39:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Been a long time since I have been on LJ. Popped in because a friend opened a new community that seems interesting. A lot has changed for me so I will update "stuff" as time goes by on here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:23574</id>
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    <title>Life After Sectus</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T21:46:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T21:46:02Z</updated>
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    <category term="sectus"/>
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    <content type="html">Ok I probably should have done a post a few days ago but hey, I am still adjusting to the time change back here at home.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely enjoyed Sectus. I can't tell you how cool it was! The people from London are awesome and the people who were there from all over the world were wonderful too!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better vacation!&lt;br /&gt;I left for London with the idea I would not make any new friends and I came home knowing at LEAST 3 people!&lt;br /&gt;All in all I would do it again in a heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories all of you at Sectus! Take care and "cheeri-o" lol</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:23354</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: In The Money</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T21:37:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T21:37:19Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <category term="big money"/>
    <content type="html">If you won $100 this afternoon, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go get a pedicure and treat myself to a crab leg dinner!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:23066</id>
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    <title>update time</title>
    <published>2007-06-11T02:41:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-11T02:41:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It is me again. It's been a while. Same story, different day.&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am gay....lol&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy with my current situation I have decided to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a virus for over a week and a half. &lt;br /&gt;I have barely any voice ala laryngitis.&lt;br /&gt;My job still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note....I passed my classes and I am now 2 more classes less towards my massage therapy certification.&lt;br /&gt;I am free of school for summer as I could not take classes because YES I AM STILL GOING TO SECTUS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am available for massages (for ppl who live by me) most evenings and weekends so call me up bitches!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of typing so...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out bitches!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:22954</id>
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    <title>UPDATE&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;UPDATE&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;UPDATE</title>
    <published>2007-05-07T02:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-07T02:01:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well hello there flist! How are all of you???? Me, well....I am here. So sorry that I have not used my LJ in a whole. I have had major things going on in my life and have hardly had time to think much less leave a message in here.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am working full time and going to school for massage therapy. Yea, if you are nce to me maybe I will give you a free one. My job sucks, I want out of it!!! Hopefully I will be certifiably a massage therapist soon and bring in da bucks.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially going to Sectus. Yeah, thats right, my American ass is gonna go to London. No promise that I shall return though...he he he. I am SO excited however. I can't wait to meet some of the wonderful people involved in HP fandom! I am a whore for H/D art and fic!&lt;br /&gt;I hope all on my Flist are doing well. I am sorry that I have not kept up with you that much but maybe some day I will be able to sit and keep up with this journal.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wishes may leave me a comment/message. &lt;br /&gt;For any one who cares, I am still trying desperately to get a picture done for Sectus. I am gonna try my hardest but I make no promise.</content>
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    <title>Funny Video</title>
    <published>2007-02-17T20:44:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T22:47:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dead String Brothers-Secret Heart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here is a little ditty I found in a friends blog at myspace. I thought I would share it with all of you. If anyone remebers "log" from Ren &amp; Stimpy it should make you laugh a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:22466</id>
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    <title>ME</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T21:44:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T21:44:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, so it has been eons since I last posted. I have been busy! &lt;br /&gt;REALLY, I HAVE BEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school again. I am going for massage therapy. I think I finally found my calling. It seems perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am looking forward to going to Sectus (the HP con in London) and I hope that all goes well with that so I may attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havemet a whole load of new friends in the HP fandom and I am getting to look at such wonderful artsies that I am truly in a happy state 100% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a few art communities such as &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="hp_fringeart" lj:user="hp_fringeart" &gt;&lt;a href="https://hp-fringeart.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://hp-fringeart.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;hp_fringeart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I am well on m way to putting up my first post. (It may be kindergarten but it will be a post none the less!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to regain m natural art talent by practicing and drawing and all that happy stuff. It has been quite a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="hill" lj:user="hill" &gt;&lt;a href="https://hill.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://hill.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;hill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for friending me and making me feel welcome as a new artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it for now!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:22138</id>
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    <title>Letter to Santa</title>
    <published>2006-11-19T14:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-19T14:11:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/4269e2b7717615da6fbff01ddf65f8485c37c4c508b5ee92aaee16933306cd92/P2WlxyVijxKvg25v9sdXVUMdsf-ah7h0y1yLQLVGnZ7c4R-bkcSkGlknDlN2UV5wuFZU0jrXZUFY:zBw6UZH2EwN1b4cZpihFxQ" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Saturday I ate my brussel sprouts &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(1 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last week I farted in an elevator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-6 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In August I caught a purse-snatcher who stole &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="cadillacaro" lj:user="cadillacaro" &gt;&lt;a href="https://cadillacaro.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://cadillacaro.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;cadillacaro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s purse &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(30 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In May I punched &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="skoshybabe" lj:user="skoshybabe" &gt;&lt;a href="https://skoshybabe.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://skoshybabe.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;skoshybabe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the arm &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-10 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Tuesday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(326 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(341 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a shiny red ball&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;sappybeaver&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>thoughts</title>
    <published>2006-11-18T02:40:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-18T02:40:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok I have a couple issues on my mind and what better place to unload than in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: I signed up for a writing exchange again and my topic is LOST-Jack and Sawyer-Arm Wrestling. I cannot seem to figure how to start. It has to be slash as it is for Slashfest so I know it has to be seedy but how do I begin??? Any help here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: I hate my job, I want to quit. It is so bad there workload wise that I am manic 50% of the time spent there. I have bipolar, am on meds and they ain't workin! My biggest problem here is that I can't afford the insurance lapse between new-old job. I am a very sickly person and need to keep that going because you never know what might happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: A bug or several are going around the office. I started to feel crappy Thursday. I felt better this morning. I feel like hell right now. I am bummed because I really wanted to go out and have fun this weekend with friends and relatives and I just know I am going to be bed ridden and sick. This sucks! I have had a fever this evening abut it finally broke about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: a co-worker is going through an awful time, she is in a heated relationship problem. Looks like divorce is what it is headed for. I have listened to the other women in the cubicle bitch, complain that he is worthless, give advice, pry and much more. I do not agree with any of it. I think that it should be her decision and her's alone on how she handles things and what she does. I do not know a pleasant way to say this to the other women but I am getting tired of listening. I have not given advice or even delved into the conversations. I am staying clear in fear that she or myself will get hurt in the process if I do. Any advice?</content>
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    <title>AWDT Story</title>
    <published>2006-11-11T04:26:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-13T03:43:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TV-Dr Who</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Author: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="sappybeaver" lj:user="sappybeaver" &gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;sappybeaver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="potterized" lj:user="potterized" &gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;potterized&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am one in the same!&lt;br /&gt;Title: Phone Call &lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Original first person fic&lt;br /&gt;Rating:G&lt;br /&gt;Beta: Jamie2109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I lived in a small town in Michigan. When I turned eighteen I attended the University Of Michigan in Ann Arbor to study Business Finance. Because of my good grades and a few scholarships I earned in high school I could afford to attend a Big Ten school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1990 I graduated Magna Cum Laude, with a Masters degree in Business Finance and a great job lined up in New York at the Stock Exchange. I packed up my little life and moved to the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later I was winding down one night in my penthouse apartment atop the Trump Tower. It was near eleven o’clock at night and I had a really mind boggling day at the office and was in need of relaxation. I poured a glass of Merlot and put on my Tori Amos CD collection and reclined on my favorite chaise lounge. I dozed off quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was startled awake by my telephone ringing. I popped up and ran to find it.  When I located it on the cradle where it should have been, I looked at the caller ID. Immediately I picked it up. A familiar voice started speaking and within minutes I had hung up and dialed the airport. I made a reservation for a red-eye flight, called a cab and ran to pack a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taxi arrived within twenty minutes and I was immediately driven to the airport. I retrieved my plane ticket, found my gate and waited to board. A half hour later I was on the plane to my destination. A few hours later I arrived there. I whistled for a taxi and was on my way to meet with the person, the voice on my telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my destination I had to take the elevator to the sixth floor. I had to wait a few minutes but then was on my way up, then finally there. The doors swung open and I turned left, I passed hallway after hallway then finally the voice of the person I was looking for said, “thank god you’re here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned toward the open steel door, I felt like my whole world stopped. I walked inside and there was my mother. She had been very ill and was dying. I walked up to her bedside and she turned toward me. She said in a barely audible, breathy voice, “I knew you would come.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then my brother (the voice on the phone) walked in and stood beside me taking my hand. My mother smiled at the two of us then quietly closed her eyes and expelled what would be her last breath.</content>
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    <title>For decynthus</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T16:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-16T03:07:57Z</updated>
    <category term="harry potter"/>
    <category term="decynthus"/>
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    <content type="html">Author: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="sappybeaver" lj:user="sappybeaver" &gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;sappybeaver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="potterized" lj:user="potterized" &gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;potterized&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am one in the same!&lt;br /&gt;Title: Test Results&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Harry/Draco&lt;br /&gt;Rating:NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by a very rich woman. &lt;br /&gt;Notes: Done for AWDT second Birthday Anniversary for &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="decynthus" lj:user="decynthus" &gt;&lt;a href="https://decynthus.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://decynthus.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;decynthus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: This was written to imply first time sex although it may be confused as non-con rape.&lt;br /&gt;Kinks: first time sex, implied slave-master&lt;br /&gt;Beta: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="jamie2109" lj:user="jamie2109" &gt;&lt;a href="https://jamie2109.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://jamie2109.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;jamie2109&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry met up with Draco on the stairwell leading to the potions classroom. The two locked eyes and Draco spoke, “Ok , Potter, let’s make a bet. If I get a higher score on Snape’s test you have to fuck me. If you do I will be your slave for a day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry laughed at the prospect, “Ok Malfoy, you’re on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two boys rushed to class, sat down and readied themselves’ for the exam. Both turned and looked at the other with low browed glances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Snape entered the room and passed out the scoring sheets and booklets he then turned to the class and said, “Begin the exam now.” The room filled with the sound of rustling papers which then settled down to ink quills scratching on parchment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry was breezing through the questions. He thought to himself, “ This is too easy, Malfoy will never beat me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few rows back, and to the right of Harry, Malfoy was eagerly gliding through the test. He said to himself, “Potter is going to have to fuck me, I just know it.  I wonder if he knows how, seeing as he has probably NEVER fucked anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry was the first to finish. He gathered his score sheet and booklet and took them to Professor Snape.  The Professor took the sheets from Harry and checked his answers. He said in a flat tone, “Twenty-one out of twenty-five Potter. Sit down and wait for the others to finish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other students completed the test and received their scores. Harry waited impatiently. Suddenly Draco passed by and Harry shivered.  Draco handed the papers to Snape and in a few minutes Harry heard the score, “Twenty-four out of twenty-five Mr. Malfoy. Good job” Snape said, as Draco turned and walked back past Harry with a smirk on his face. Harry paled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later a folded parchment landed on Harry’s desk. He unfolded it and read the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU, ME, THE OWLERY AT DUSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S. I WANT SOME COFFEE BRING ME A MUG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first fuck, Draco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry was a nervous wreck. He was pacing back and forth in his room as he waited for dusk. As soon as the sun started to set, he looked in the mirror, fixed his hair, adjusted his glasses and made his way downstairs and headed to the Owlery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked up the winding stairs nervously and slowly. When he reached the top he could see a flickering light. He turned and went inside, and there was Draco, naked and sprawled on a blanket surrounded by candles. “Well Potter, you finally arrived. Get undressed and join me so we can get this little bet settled,” he said with a sneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry undressed slowly with his back towards Draco. When he turned around Draco was on his knees holding a jar of gooey stuff. When Harry turned his cock stirred and began to harden. “Here Potter, spread this on your cock and let me get ready for you,” he said.  Draco turned and got on all fours as Harry took the jar and grabbed a handful of the jelly like stuff and spread it on his cock. When he touched it his member began to get harder. He started stroking it slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry knelt down behind Draco and said, “Ok so now what, Malfoy?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco laughed and said in a haughty voice, “Just stick it inside my arse, Potter and move it in and out! Don’t you even know how to use it? Have you never fucked anything?” Suddenly, Draco felt a pain like no other. He screamed, “OH MY GOD POTTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry had a smile from ear to ear as he jammed his cock in and out of Malfoy, as he screamed and tried to get loose. However Harry had an iron clad grip on him at the hips. He felt his cock stiffen more and more as he sunk it in and out of Draco’s arse. He suddenly felt a hot sensation, and the next thing he knew, he felt his cock go soft. He figured it was time to let Draco go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco fell to the blanket, crying. He rolled over and faced Harry, who was looming above him, cock dripping jelly and come down onto his shivering body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are kidding aren’t you Malfoy? You did want this didn’t you? Harry asked, as he felt a heavy feeling creep into his stomach. He realized that he had sex for the first time, and to make matters more confusing it was gay sex with Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco’s eyes watered as he rolled to his side of the blanket. He said in a whisper barely audible, “If you ever tell anyone, I will hurt you.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Harry gathered his clothes, put them on, and headed down the Owlery stairs, whistling all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fin</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:20998</id>
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    <title>Vicodin is my best friend right now</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T00:39:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T00:41:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tori  Amos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Surgery went well, I have a lot of pain and vicodin is my best friend and has been for the past two days. Hope to get out of the half cast on Monday and return to work TUESDAY.  With what they found in surgery I will probably be in a cast for a while. They had to break bone and such. Ah well, off to elevate and  munch on some chips and zone out once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappy</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:20838</id>
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    <title>OUCH! I DID IT AGAIN!</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T02:17:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T02:17:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tori Amos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok I am going in for MAJOR SURGERY on my right thumb and joint on Friday morning at 8:30pm. Apparently there is something wrong with the ligament on the radial side of the thumb as well as joint problems. I was going to try and put it off but my Doc said if I didn't get it done soon I may lose all use of the thumb so I made the choice to go ahead with it. I am scared to death but I know I will get through it and have comfort from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sappy</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:20506</id>
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    <title>I am Spiderman!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T18:01:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T18:01:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Panic At The Disco</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Your results:&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;font size="6"&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="95"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 95%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="85"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 85%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 70%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 70%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 35%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="LEFT" noshade="NOSHADE" size="4" width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 25%&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;You are intelligent, witty, &lt;br&gt;a bit geeky and have great&lt;br&gt; power and responsibility.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/8148d9ec0e545b150bc8a93716dc60638c381efdf4c8eb14098ef5e630313e30/P2WlxyVijxKvg25v9sdXVUMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCaZbisPG4x3GncS3B1szCV05HUJ8-VJcny6RcBNMGUtCmhE9vVs:jw9zGV_Y0E4SJxPaBEK4fg" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>A quick little fun thingy!</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T17:45:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T17:45:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color:white; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;sappybeaver's LJ stalker is smoo_001!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;font style="color:black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;smoo_001 is stalking you because a little birdie told them you talked behind their back. They are also prank calling you regularly!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php"&gt;LiveJournal Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Who is your LJ Stalker Friend?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/stalker/stalker.php" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;LJ Stalker Finder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:19907</id>
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    <title>New Layout</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T16:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T16:23:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ok I am toying around with a new layout. What do you think? I am only beginning to shape it up, I have a lot more to add.&amp;nbsp;I am not a genius at this so it will probably be kinda plain Jane but eh, its a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I kinda like it!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sappybeaver:19584</id>
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    <title>Fic, Fic, Fic!!!</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T02:36:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T16:20:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Infinity M commercial</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Author: &lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;img style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: bottom" height="17" alt="" width="17" src="/stc/fck/editor/plugins/livejournal/userinfo.gif" /&gt;Sappybeaver&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;img style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: bottom" height="17" alt="" width="17" src="/stc/fck/editor/plugins/livejournal/userinfo.gif" /&gt;Potterized&lt;/span&gt; I am one in the same&lt;br /&gt;Title: Punishment Undeserved &lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Harry/Draco&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Snape and Hermoine also appear &lt;br /&gt;Rating:NC-17 &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by a very rich woman. &lt;br /&gt;Notes: Done for AWDT the prompt was &lt;strong&gt;"Breaking The Habit"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beta: Skoshybabe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry was in class. Potions class to be exact. Professor Snape was giving his lecture on wormwood and the entire class had their attention honed towards him, except for Draco Malfoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco was up to his usual tricks. He was incessantly trying to get Potter’s attention so as to disrupt him and cause him to incur the wrath of Professor Snape. He was clearing his throat, whispering “Harry, psst Harry” and throwing tiny balls of parchment at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry could take no more, “BUGGER OFF MALFOY!” he screamed as he turned to look at the boy he loved to hate. He turned back around and Snape was looming over him. “Potter, I suggest that you pack up your things and head to the owlery. Because of your disruptive behavior I want you to clean every inch of it” Snape said with great articulation and demeanor. Harry packed up, stood to leave and heard a tiny giggle coming from Malfoy. He felt his temperature rise as he headed on his way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry wasted no time getting up the stairs and proceeding to clean. The place was covered in bird dung and feathers. He crouched on his knees at the end and began to scrub the floor, walls and the perches. Suddenly he heard footsteps. A shadow appeared in the doorway and in walked Draco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Potter nice to see you are doing such a fine job here” he snickered then walked over to where Harry was cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh shut up Malfoy, if it wasn’t for you bothering me in potions class I would not be here right now” Harry said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco knelt down in a clean spot right next to Harry; he put his arms around him and tried to hug him. “BUGGER OFF!” Harry shouted but Draco insisted on the hug. Harry gave in and put his arms around Draco and the two began kissing. Moments later Draco had Harry in his lap licking and sucking his cock. “Good boy, yeah, that’s it just like that Potter” he said wickedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly footsteps were heard. The boys had no time to react and as Draco looked up at the doorway Hermoine was standing there staring heatedly. “Oh my god, what the… both of you better be breaking the habit before someone of high authority catches you. She turned and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Hermoine traveled down the stairs of the owlery both boys began to cock tease each other once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, hello Professor Snape” Hermoine said as she passed him on the stairs. He was no doubt on his way up to check on Harry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>Physical finess</title>
    <published>2006-08-18T01:47:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T01:50:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tiger Game</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so I went to the gym today. I usually walk at a rather brisk pace for 20 minutes on the tread mill but today my personal trainer put me through hell. She walked up on me and we were talking about upping my routine. The next thing you know I was "running" at 4.0 for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I ran for 5 whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to DIE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; I learned a&amp;nbsp; lesson though.....I am definitely in much better shape than I thought! I will try to do the same tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; Oh and by the way...that IS part of my new routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/sappybeaver/pic/00002q93/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="https://pics.livejournal.com/sappybeaver/pic/00002q93/s320x240" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a wonky kind of tree that is out in front of the DIA here in Michigan. Just thought I would share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Me</title>
    <published>2006-08-15T00:04:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-15T00:04:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was diagnosed a few weeks ago as  bipolar type 2. I am taking a new med for it called lomictal. It seems to work well so far. I don't know if I should feel happy, sad or indifferent but it makes more sense of the things in my life that I had wondered about. I know I have a long road ahead but I also know I have many friends and relatives who are behind me 100%. *hugs to all!*</content>
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    <title>AWDT FIC</title>
    <published>2006-08-13T19:36:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T16:24:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Monk on USA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Author: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="sappybeaver" lj:user="sappybeaver" &gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;sappybeaver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="potterized" lj:user="potterized" &gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;potterized&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am one in the same!&lt;br /&gt;Title: Animal Instinct&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Harry/Draco&lt;br /&gt;Rating:NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by a very rich woman. &lt;br /&gt;Notes: Done for AWDT the prompt was &lt;b&gt; "I Want To Fuck You Like An Animal"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beta: Skoshybabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Draco were lying in bed sleeping. It was almost half past three in the morning. Draco rolled over onto his side and just as he did Harry’s cock stirred. Lying on his back sleeping it looked as if Harry had a pup tent in the middle of his body. He woke just a bit, rubbed his crotch and rolled over into the backside of Draco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snoring quietly and mumbling under his breath Draco did not even wake as Harry slid his arm around his waist. Harry leaned into Draco’s neck, kissed it then swooshed Draco’s hair out of the way to expose his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry leaned into Draco’s exposed ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you like an animal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Draco rolled over touching his hard cock to Harry’s. “I thought you’d never ask Potter” Draco grinned then began to position himself into a doggy style pose.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>AWDT FIC</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T22:37:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T22:37:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NIN~Closer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Author: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="sappybeaver" lj:user="sappybeaver" &gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;sappybeaver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="potterized" lj:user="potterized" &gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;potterized&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am one in the same!&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Game of Death&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Wednesday and Pugsley Addams&lt;br /&gt;Rating:G&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, this market has been cornered!&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The Addams children are playing a board game&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Done for AWDT the prompt was &lt;b&gt; "it's your turn; here's the dice"&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beta: Jamie2109&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a dark and stormy night. This is always a blessing at the Addams house. A nice clear night to this family would bring much distress, as they are known for their unusually creepy repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Pugsley Addams are stretched out on the cold, damp floor of the torture room, playing their favorite board game called The Game of Death. Both children are so engrossed in the game they don’t even notice Lurch their family butler set down a platter with snacks and pop for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly Pugsley is losing because a huge pile of severed fingers, toes, eyeballs and headless body pieces are sprawled out in front of Wednesday. Her hearse game piece is full to the brim with headstones and she is clearly way ahead of Pugsley on the board. Pugsley could practically count his pieces on two hands and his hearse is not nearly as endowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re cheating,” Pugsley says defensively. He follows the remark with an evil squinty-eyed stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am NOT cheating; you’re just STUPID!” Wednesday retorts hotly. “You’re just sore because YOU chose the silly surgeon career instead of the mortuary career when we started the game,” Wednesday snaps. “You make far less of a salary than I do and you’re just jealous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever…Cheater!” Pugsley says with a snort and a snide tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday turns and gives Pugsley a bug eyed, annoyed stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Humph,” says Pugsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, look on the wall over there! Quick! It’s a greenish purple disgusting hairy spider!” Pugsley points as Wednesday looks in the direction he indicates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Wednesday turns to look, Pugsley grabs a few “extra” pieces from the “blood bank” at the end of the board. He quickly dumps them into his pile and hopes she does not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What ARE you looking at dear brother? I don’t see a thing over there on the wall,” Wednesday says as she turns back around to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, um…yeah must be my eyes playing tricks on me again, sorry,” Pugsley grins and sips his pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two children turn their eyes toward the game and Pugsley says with a Cheshire grin, “It’s your turn; here’s the dice.”</content>
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    <title>Hair</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T00:58:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T00:58:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Simpsons on FOX</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Got my hair colored today. It was kinda interesting. The dye was fuscia but the color was more orangey when it was all said and done. Posting a pic of it. It is kinda hard to see but oh well, what do you want for a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b342/Potterized/doo2.jpg" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b342/Potterized/th_doo2.jpg" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>New Tattoo</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T18:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T18:38:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, here is a picture of my new tattoo. I got it yesterday. No it is not on my BUTT it is on my arm!!!!!LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b342/Potterized/tattoo.jpg" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b342/Potterized/th_tattoo.jpg" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>AWDT Fic</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T00:43:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T00:51:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Author: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="sappybeaver" lj:user="sappybeaver" &gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sappybeaver.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;sappybeaver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="potterized" lj:user="potterized" &gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.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=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://potterized.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;potterized&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am one in the same!&lt;br /&gt;Title: Morning Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Harry/Draco&lt;br /&gt;Rating:PG&lt;br /&gt;Warnings/Spoilers: Angst, gay love&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, they are owned by a filthy rich woman&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Draco is despondent because Harry has left him&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Done for AWDT the prompt was &lt;b&gt; Where were you last night&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;I want coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beta: Skoshybabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco’s head hung low over his cup of lukewarm coffee. His robe was dangling off his pale naked frame. Sitting at the kitchen table and staring into the open newspaper was his favorite hobby these past few weeks since Harry had left him at a family party, met a new friend, and had not come back to their home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco knew it was completely over between the two men, but yet he had hoped that there might be just a brief little spark left. Thanks to the grapevine; he knew this was only a dream. Harry had met Jason at his job at the library and that little spark of hope had, almost, burned completely out. He realized that he’d lost his one true love. Draco laughed grimly and silently in his head because he’d known that they’d probably never last. He did not even expect they’d have had the past 2 years they did share as a couple. The bad part was that he still loved Harry even though the feelings weren’t mutual. All the selfishness, bossiness and plain ugly rich kid sarcasm had worn thin and Harry had finally said enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been weeks since they were involved; still it felt as if it was yesterday for Draco. Why could he not shake this?  He was good at forgetting the little she whores he picked up now and again, but not Harry.  The night of his father’s cocktail party was it though. Harry did not take the rich boy you are my slave and slut banter Draco had insinuated into his conversations with of all his father’s guests. Harry was tired of Draco belittling him and being made a mockery of.  So he’d left.  That was the last Draco had seen of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rattle in the driveway made Draco look up in surprise.  It was Harry! He’d finally come to his senses!  Draco jumped up and threw open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where were you last night? Better yet, where have you been these last few weeks?” Draco quipped sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not here to talk to you; I just came by to get a few things.”  Was all Harry said, as he walked by and ignored the opened armed, waiting Draco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine then, I won’t bother.” Draco said as he slid an arm around Harry and tried to spin him to where they were facing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“STOP IT!”  Harry yelled and threw him down “I can’t!  I won’t! Oh hell!  I want coffee.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snickering, Draco poured Harry a nice big cup, added 2 sugars and a drip of cream. He set it on the table where Harry was now seated and pulled the adjoining chair close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now where were we?” Draco said, as he smiled sensuously.</content>
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