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  <title>The Rhinestone cow girl</title>
  <subtitle>The Rhinestone cow girl</subtitle>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:134835</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-06-10T20:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T03:04:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T03:04:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been trying to finish my hemming way book. I have been reading it for 2 years, but I never seem to be able to sit down and just finish it.  He is wordy, but he has a way.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It wasn’t the sea you wanted to forget. You know you love the sea and would not be anywhere eles. Go out to the porch and look at her. She is not cruel or callous not any of that Quatsch. She is just there and the wind moves her and the current moves her and they fight on her surface but down below non of it matters. Be thankful that you are going out on her again and he thankful for her being you home. She is your home. Don’t talk nonsense about her. She is not your trouble. “ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, as soon as I am done making johns favorite cookies, I am going to bed and reading until I fall asleep.  Maybe I will dream of Cuba,  maybe someday I will be able to go.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:134606</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-06-09T22:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T05:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T05:32:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK-ITY FUCK. I changed my password and forgot it. I found an old book with all my old e-mail passwords from 1999. I guess I had not updated my e-mail on LJ for sometime. But I am back now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:134238</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-04-29T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T03:33:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T03:33:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=myfavhair.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/myfavhair.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this website.  This is my favorite hair yet</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:133980</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-04-27T07:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T14:45:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T14:45:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last week we had a homeless guy living with us for 4 days. One of John’s friends had been living in a van for 3 months, so I felt sorry for him and said he could some sleep a few days on your couch and take a shower.  During the day time, when john and I were at work he surfed the internet for jobs and women.  John asked him what kind of women is going to date a guy with no job who is living in his van? &lt;br /&gt;He got a job, and is off my couch.  &lt;br /&gt;Art walk is happening, and that means I cannot go downtown until Monday. John was stick sitting at a roundabout for 30 mins while a band of bicyclers circled around it not letting any cars in as a protest for the environment.  They made about 60 cars idle for 30 minutes, yeah that saved gas. Idiots. &lt;br /&gt;Art walk has just become a drunken party with live bands scattered all over the city. It’s like a big night club people can smoke in.  &lt;br /&gt;My personal trainer pushed me so hard last week I couldn’t move the next day.  I still can’t stand up or walk right. I seriously need a walker.  Ok I am done, I have stuff to do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:133877</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-04-20T18:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T01:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T02:05:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have accepted a new job and my current supervisor posted my job faster than I expected. I have never seen a state worker move so fast in my life.  When I saw my current job – that I love – posted, I had a little bit of a break down. It’s really happening, I am leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;I hired a personal trainer and I meet with him on Wednesday.  He is about 4 feet 3 , very buff and I don’t think he has but his arms straight down at this sides.  I have been working out a few times a week; I am starting to feel pretty good. My doctor put me on some herbal supplements that are amazing, called 5-htp and I feel no hunger. I went 8 hours without eating last week, I simply forgot. (that’s big for me)  The conservative in me, naturally wants to stay away from anything slightly earthy. But in the last few months, we have almost made the complete switch to all organic foods, with the help of Trader Joes, top foods, and a really nice hippy lady down at the food co-op.  I feel really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not organic, but I love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=westernbagle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/westernbagle.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are 1 weight watcher point. You have to know the program to really appericate a 1 point bagel.  They are my life line.  I love them so.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:133610</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-04-01T22:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T05:19:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T05:19:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight I saw the movie,  Into the wild. I guess I am not down with the hippy movement. I think that kid is a fool.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:133138</id>
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    <title>Crystal and the lip gloss arsenal</title>
    <published>2008-03-29T06:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T06:59:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can’t fight it anymore, and this is very hard for me to say and it even feels strange when I say it out loud, …. I am not a kid anymore. &lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth I am glad. I am willing to trade maturity for a few fine lines around my eyes. ( they are there believe it or not) &lt;br /&gt;I make much better choices now than I did when  I was 21, I know it’s only been 7 years but it seems like a life time.  So much happens in such a small amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to know what I don’t want out of life. &lt;br /&gt;I interviewed for a job 3 weeks back that I really didn’t want. I tried to bomb the interview, and I thought I was successful until I found out other wise and they were checking references. &lt;br /&gt;Now I have to really think about changing jobs if they offer it to me. At this time in my life, I really don’t want to change from what I am comfortable with. &lt;br /&gt;But that just me, I never want to be uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;I like my job, I don’t mind getting up every morning and going to work. I like my co-workers.  Its busy, interesting stress free work.  I am comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;Taking this new job will take me out of my comfort zone, and toss me back into the line of work I left 2 years ago, but with much, much more money. &lt;br /&gt;But not even money made this choice easy.  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone told me to take the job, no one understood why I didn’t want to take it.  People like to think they understand that being happy is more important than money,  but when put to the test I don’t think people really believe it.  &lt;br /&gt;So I called one of my oldest friends, the adventurous BreAna,  the only friend that I knew would understand. &lt;br /&gt;She made me realize that I don’t want to be safe forever.  Life is all about standing on the edge of the diving board, and looking down.  You either have the courage to jump or you don’t. &lt;br /&gt;Although Breana would say, “fuck the pool, go swim in the ocean” getting to the ocean requires getting off the diving board. &lt;br /&gt;If I don’t leave my comfortable safe job now,  I am never going to leave it. If I take this job that I hate, It will force me to dive into the ocean of the life I want. Its easy to lose track of our dreams when life is comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;SO here is to being an Adult, diving in the chlorine but swimming towards the ocean.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:133001</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: I'm Ashamed of...</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T03:29:08Z</published>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:132828</id>
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    <title>My new purse</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T06:10:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T06:10:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=purse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/purse.jpg" border="0" alt="new purse"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been doing homework, but I went shopping. I dont care much for snakes, but I like them as a purse. I love Calvin Klein. Don't Mind my messy livingroom.</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-03-08T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T04:02:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T04:02:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that's Spandau Ballet -True</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My Saturday night line up: &lt;br /&gt;8:00 play the sims and eat risotto &lt;br /&gt;8:30 do laundry&lt;br /&gt;9:00 watch sex and the city &lt;br /&gt;10:00 do some home work.&lt;br /&gt;10:15 drink my cold star bucks mocha from this morning&lt;br /&gt;10:15 more home work&lt;br /&gt;11:00 more sims&lt;br /&gt;11:30 fold laundry while watching sex in the city&lt;br /&gt;12:00 put my groceries away from trader Joes&lt;br /&gt;1:00 Kick the dog and John out of bed to change the sheets. &lt;br /&gt;1:30 go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God when did I get so friggin old.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:132229</id>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-02-23T22:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T06:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T06:16:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel so odd right now.  I am hydrocodone because I have a migraine that won’t go away.  I can still feel it, but its just a small ache. &lt;br /&gt;My insurance told me that I meet the criteria to have weight loss surgery a few days ago, when I lose 5% of my body weight, I can have gastric bypass in 6 months.  I have been fighting insurance companies for for a few years for the right to have this done.  But now that it looks like its going to happen, I am not sure how I feel about it. &lt;br /&gt;I always looked down on women who had it, I felt that they took the easy way out. I lost 110 pounds once, working out  7 days a week and eating next to nothing.  I was starving all the time, I was on weight watchers for 2 years, and it worked when I worked at it. It was all consuming for me. I had no life out side of working out and work.  My spare time was spent planning meals or finding places to work out. &lt;br /&gt;I had a mental break down after being rejected. After all the work I had done, I was still not good enough. A few years of counseling and I got over it, but all the weight came back on. &lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just control myself? &lt;br /&gt;I have really fucked myself over now, because I can’t even exercise like I use to because of all the injuries I accrued from working out when I was smaller.  Kickboxing knee injuries, broken tail bone, arthritis in my lower back, I have to have surgery on my feet. I am falling apart and I am only 28. &lt;br /&gt;When I was getting a psych eval done last year , the Doctor told me that diets, or eating plans only work when they become habit, and can be done daily with giving very little or no thought to the routine. &lt;br /&gt;2 years of weight watchers and I should have adjusted to the routine and it should have become less of a struggle.  &lt;br /&gt;I eat to much. I eat very healthy food, but it doesn’t matter if I am eating cake or carrots calories are calories.  I am addicted to food. Its my drug of choice. I can get comfort from a bowl of risotto like a heroin addicts gets it from a hit of heroin. &lt;br /&gt;Here I am ,wanting to eat because what I have written bothers me. I am not hungry at all, but the urge to eat is almost overwhelming.  So as for taking the easy way out, I am not. There is no easy way.  This operation is not a fix all, some people don’t even lose any weight, or they gain it all back.  I feel like a failure every day of my life, because I am fat and I am an addict.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:131950</id>
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    <title>Confusion….</title>
    <published>2008-02-10T06:37:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-10T06:37:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">PRESIDENT CLINTON VIDEO, December 16, 1998 Sadaam has nuclear arms, poison gas/bio weapons. &lt;br /&gt;PBS.org ^ | February 7, 2004 | the eagle has landed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted on 02/07/2004 11:31:50 AM PST by TheEaglehasLanded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESIDENT CLINTON: Good evening. Earlier today, I ordered America's armed forces to strike military and security targets in Iraq. They are joined by British forces. Their mission is to attack Iraq's nuclear, chemical and biological weapons programs and its military capacity to threaten its neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their purpose is to protect the national interest of the United States, and indeed the interests of people throughout the Middle East and around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam Hussein must not be allowed to threaten his neighbors or the world with nuclear arms, poison gas or biological weapons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to explain why I have decided, with the unanimous recommendation of my national security team, to use force in Iraq; why we have acted now; and what we aim to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bush lied? So did Clinton. Talk about fucked up</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astroartist:131809</id>
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    <title>Tragedy at the LB</title>
    <published>2008-02-03T17:46:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-03T17:50:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kimberlylanebryant.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/kimberlylanebryant.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to those women who were killed, and I hope they found peace in their last moments. &lt;br /&gt;My prayers are with their familys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope they get the fucking bastard. Coward Son of a bitch. I know, working women’s retail for years,  that those women were trained not to resist and to give him everything he asked for. He killed for no reason</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-01-27T16:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T00:52:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T00:56:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It seems to me, that if I have something to do on the weekend night, the weekend seems to last forever. This weekend was a busy one, Friday night John and I went to see my first of 3 opera. We left Olympia at 4, got to seattle at 6:45 due to traffic. Starving and dying of thirst I manage to drink 3 classes of champagne before the opera even started.  My feet were killing me, and john and I were packed like sardines in our opera seats. We were jammed in-between to older couples, who were not little people. &lt;br /&gt;When the light went down, I thought it was the perfect time to slip out of my heels because no one would see.  Well, no one did see my shoe roll down under the seat of the people sitting in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;I started to freak out because I had no idea how I was going to get my shoe back. I could hardly breathe because I was wrapped in about 7 layers of Spanks trying to make myself look slimmer in my little black dress. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to bend over and reach under a seat to get my shoe. So all during the frist act, I was using my feet in an effort to retrieve my shoe from under the seat in front of me.  I managed to pull it back up with my toe right before intermission, and slip it on just after the lights turned on.  Two more $10 classes of champagne during intermission really chilled me out for the rest of the show. &lt;br /&gt;After the opera, John and I went looking for a place to have dinner. You would think in a large international city you could find a nice place open at 10:30. Nope.  We dined  at Dennys in full formal wear.  John ordered an appetizer, and because it was Dennys, we got out appetizer the same time our food came out. SO there we were, two people dressed to the nines shoved in a little booth at Dennys with a full buffet of fried vittles laid out on the table. &lt;br /&gt;We ate as much as we thought was safe, but had a whole take out book full of fried onion rings, chicken strips, fried cheese sticks, French fries , half a chicken sandwich and a pickle. As we were getting into our car, a homeless guy came up and asked us for our left overs. What could we say? We were Two fat people, in formal wear getting into a benz , how would it look if we refused a homeless guy food. So we handed it over gladly. &lt;br /&gt;I just hope he was not bound up the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went glow golfing last night. That was fun, but I really suck at put- put golf, so why I thought I would be any better at it in the dark, was beyond me. But I love the fact we played with glow -in –the- dark golf balls, and when they lose their glow you have to stick them in the glow boxes that were scattered through the course, sort of like a ball washer at a regular golf course. I gladly gave out Glow Jobs to anyone whos ball has lost its glow. What I thought was funny, was that the blue colored glow- in- the- dark -balls needed more light to glow. So the blue balls got 2 glow jobs. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I went to one of those “parties” that people throw to sell crap. This one was for body lotion.  It was interesting, but now I am so greased up , I feel I could use my body as a bobsled.  I am off to shower.</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2008-01-02T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T04:46:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T04:46:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Every year I post on January 1st. I missed it by a day.  One thing about my journal that I like is the fact I can revisit myself year after year, and see how I have changed.  Last year my resolution: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t sweat the small stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, this past year was one of the worst of my life. When my Mom was sick, and falsely diagnosed with lung cancer I faced my greatest fear head on.   I put a foot into Hell, and I felt disappear  that I was sure was going to over take me.   &lt;br /&gt;They say that God never hands out more than anyone can handle, I had a long one to one with him and told him that if he took my Mother, I was going to follow her.  &lt;br /&gt;Every day and every surgery, every sleepless night, bloody hair  and plastic tubes, my mom crying in the night because she hurt… I was there, and I followed her.  I realized that my small problems were just that, small problems. Anything that money could cure, was not a problem. I came to a point in my life when I begged for my small problems back; I missed my life that I had so often taken for granted. &lt;br /&gt;This last month, on December 17th when  very good kind doctor took my hand and hold me my mother did not have cancer and or ordeal was over , I wept with my father. &lt;br /&gt;God listened, or we were lucky.  Whatever way you wish to look at it. &lt;br /&gt;Good things did happen. I started School again.  John and I adopted TOBY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spiderdog.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/spiderdog.jpg" border="0" alt="spider dog"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider dog spider dog, does whatever a spider dog does……&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its getting late. I hope the year is a good one.  And to leave off, I would like to re-post this Hemmingway quote, that when I die, will be read at my eulogy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ ..He thought that on the ship he could come to terms with his sorrow, not knowing, yet, that there are no terms to be made with sorrow. It can be cured by death and it can be blunted or anesthetized by various things. Time is suppose to cure it, too. But if its cured by anything less than death, the chances are that it was not true sorrow.”</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2007-12-04T23:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-05T07:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-05T07:34:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Holy flooded city bat-man.  I have never been in a flood before, I seriously never thought one would ever hit us in the north west, it rains all the time I figured nature had a way of dealing with all the water. I have co-workers who left work on Monday to get home to Centralia before they closed the freeway down, and we did not hear from them today.  We had rivers running down our streets, and huge lakes in our intersections.  It started raining on Sunday, and it didn’t stop until today.  We got 4 inches of rain in a few hours.  The phones at work are dead, most people are still without power. Stores are just opening up again today. I can’t get over the fact that the main artery from Seattle to Portland is shut down.  You cant just shut a freeway down for a week with no way around!?!</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2007-11-28T06:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-28T14:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-28T14:34:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am excited, my Mom signed me up for the Bravo Club with the Seattle Opera, and I am going to see Pagliacci in january! I am so freaking excited!I also get to see Tosca in Feb and I Puritani in may. I have awsome seats to, no sitting back in the nose bleed section, I am sitting so close I will need to bring a towel to wipe off the singers spit.</content>
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    <title>HI Ho Silver Away</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T07:30:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T07:30:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The William Tell Overture</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I left my dream in a parking lot and I did not even look back. &lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, I never felt my Dad's parents really loved me. I still don't they really do. They dont love me like my Moms parents loved me. But this lack of love from them hurt me, all my life. They restored mustangs, and I grew up with mustangs being around my whole life. I loved the beauty of the classic cars, and the fact that when I would see a mustang, it would always remind me of my grandparents and my longing to be loved by them. &lt;br /&gt;This grew into a obsession of owning my own mustang. I wanted one for years, and the second I could afford one, I started looking. It took me 7 months to find the car I wanted. I found it one night while driving home from the movies. It was a silver beauty, 19 thousand miles and in perfect condition. It was owned by a guy in the army, who never really drove it. I bought it, and named it silver, due to my obsession with the lone ranger and his wild mustang silver. I loved that car. I was my baby. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, having it dident make my grandparents love me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I left silver in a parking lot, and drove away in a different car. One that was safer, had more room and was better in the snow. A white Mercedes Benz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laying in bed, and just thinking about silver sitting in that parking lot, a car that I don't own anymore. A part of my youth, a 6 cylinder dream is gone. Its just a car I know. But this car I loved. &lt;br /&gt;So silver, may you come to be another dream come true, with your perfect interior and low miles. Know that I loved you, and I always stood up for you when everyone put you down for being a ford. You the silver bullet that never in our time together, gave me a bit of trouble. Who started every time without fail. I will play William tell for you one last time, and I will always remember that dreams do come true.</content>
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    <title>my dog</title>
    <published>2007-11-14T03:44:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-14T03:44:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TOBY! with red eye, makes him look evil and he is most of the time. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/tobytot.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2007-10-15T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T05:44:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T05:44:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The only thing I have to hold on to is my belief that I try to do right by everyone I encounter. &lt;br /&gt;I am experiencing PTSD because I am scared I will encounter the women I house sat for a year, or the neighbors we called the cops on who egged our cars. I have a very hard time going into lacey, the city where we lived. I am worried I will run into someone and there will be a confrontation. The thing is, I really tried to get along with everyone, John on the other hand did not. He is so passive aggressive and cant let anything go. If someone wrongs me, I walk away and don't ever mess with that person again. John strikes back, then hides behind a bush, if confronted he denies. &lt;br /&gt;I got a call from one of my old neighbors, asking how we were. When I heard his voice I broke out in a cold sweat, my heart started to pound. I freaked out. I am worried that the lady we house sat for is is bad mouthing us, or the neighbors we called the cops are plotting to get us. I really have never felt this way before.  I don't feel like I can run far enough away. I case parking lots before I go into stores to make sure I don't see any cars from the people on 34th court. ( the street I lived on while house sitting) &lt;br /&gt;This is so dumb to feel this way. I hated living there so much,  the neighbors watched us all the time. I hated worrying about this huge house all time, paying the bills the to keep it up, fixing things that were broken, taking animals to the vet. I gained 80 pounds living there.  &lt;br /&gt;I am so much happier where I am now. Even with my landlords house being 6 feet away. They are never home. I can't believe I am going to have to see my therapist over this.</content>
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    <title>i hate these Q's you probably never answered.</title>
    <published>2007-10-14T05:42:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-14T05:42:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Body:  1. Are you taller than your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a favorite type of pen?&lt;br /&gt;yes, gell roller pens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Look at your planner for November 11, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;law class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What color are your toenails usually?&lt;br /&gt;naural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing you highlighted?&lt;br /&gt;my notes from the Costco Vs Hoen case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What color are the curtains in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Beige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color are the seats in your car?&lt;br /&gt;Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever had a black and white cat?&lt;br /&gt; yes, tuxie, she lives at my parents house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the last thing you put a stamp on?&lt;br /&gt;The I love you letter to my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you know anyone who lives in Wyoming?&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know a cow boy in Wyoming named Dusty who rides a buckskin horse named Nooner ( no foolin)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why did you withdraw cash from the ATM the last time?&lt;br /&gt;Cash? like paper money? I thought they did away with paper money the same time they abolished checks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is the last baby that you held?&lt;br /&gt;Julian Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Can you spell well?&lt;br /&gt;No, cant you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like Cinnamon toothpaste?&lt;br /&gt;any port in a storm man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of car were you driving 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;A silver mustang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pick one: Miami Hurricanes or Florida Gators?&lt;br /&gt;Gators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Last time you went to Six Flags?&lt;br /&gt;9/2/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have any wallpaper in your house?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I do have window clings that look like stained glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Closest thing to you that is yellow?&lt;br /&gt;my lone ranger coffee mug, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last person to give you a business card?&lt;br /&gt;John Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the last person you wrote a check to?&lt;br /&gt;see question 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Closest framed picture to you?&lt;br /&gt;A picture of me with BreAna Hansen and Nicole Rivera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last time you had someone cook for you?&lt;br /&gt;My mom, 3 weeks ago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever applied for welfare?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i wanted to see if I could get it. They said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many emails do you get in your inbox (excluding spam)?&lt;br /&gt;which in box? I have like 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Last time you received flowers?&lt;br /&gt;2 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you think the sanctity of marriage is meant for only a man &amp; woman?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, love is love the world needs as much as it can get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you play air guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Yes....only in traffic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you take anything in your coffee?&lt;br /&gt;You mean do I take anything in my creamer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any Willow Tree figurines?&lt;br /&gt;I buy them for my mom every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is/was your high school's rival mascot?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last person you spoke to from high school?&lt;br /&gt;Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you used hand sanitizer?&lt;br /&gt;today, noonish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Would you like to learn to play the drums?&lt;br /&gt;aue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What color are the blinds in your living room?&lt;br /&gt;no blinds, red textiles imported from Napal, I love you world market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you read in the newpaper?&lt;br /&gt;funny papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last pageant you attended?&lt;br /&gt;i have been to one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the last place you bought pizza from?&lt;br /&gt;PIZZA HUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever worn a crown?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, a burger kind one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is the last thing you stapled?&lt;br /&gt;a ribbon I was making into a bow for the arts and craft basket for the combined fund drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Did you ever drink clear Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;I tried it, it dident feel right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Last time you saw fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;Last time John Kissed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Last time you had a Krispy Kreme doughnut?&lt;br /&gt;drive thru, tacome mall, 7/15 , 2 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who is the last person that left you a message &amp; you actually returned?&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Last time you parked under a carport?&lt;br /&gt;ages ago, but my parent have one, their suv is in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you have a black dog?&lt;br /&gt;yes, roo and TOBY is almost black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Can you give one reason why David Carouso is allowed to keep acting?&lt;br /&gt;CSI, that is fake and I dont watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you an aunt or uncle?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Who has the prettiest eyes that you know?&lt;br /&gt;My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Last time you saw a semi truck?&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Do you remember Ugly Kid Joe?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have a little black dress?&lt;br /&gt;yes, everyone has to have one, Coco Chanel said so.</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2007-10-13T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-13T07:11:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-13T07:11:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know why lawyers make to much money, the classes are fucking hard. Business law is the most interesting class I have ever taken, but its the hardest class, (right next to physics). I have just finished my analysis of the Costco Vs Hoen case, and I need to watch and make notes of the 4th day of the Microsoft depositions. My business management class I feel is sucking my time, I am reading a book written by the same people who write those inspirational calenders.  Its so full of motivational crap I want to burn it. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ procrastination is that attitude's natural assassin. There's nothing so fatiguing as an uncompleted task:”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a load of shitola, because I do my best work when I am under stress. I don't have enough self confidence to finish my work early. I will keep changing it until it sucks, in an effort to keep it from sucking. Its better if I let it flow, and i don't have time to correct all the good stuff out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my second letter from the Dean and this is only my 1st year at Evergreen,  I told a class mate I was not paying to hear his political views. I only  need 3 more “accepting diversity and  others opinions” warning letters to tie with my Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start the first evergreen republican club, I know some feisty old ladies from the Greeners for Jesus club that want to collaborate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Its midnight...my points have been replenished, time to eat.</content>
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    <title>A day with Bob ROss</title>
    <published>2007-09-30T03:02:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-30T03:02:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The class was fun. I met a bunch of nice old ladies. I love old people, they can say what ever they want and get away with it. For example, this strange looking guy just wondered into the class and was looking around all what we were doing, and Barbra, the cute old lady I was sitting next to looked at the guy and said really loud " you give me the creeps" the guy looked at her and said " I get that a lot". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of class Barbra said her painting looked like hell, I told her I liked it. She turned to me and said &lt;br /&gt;" Liar". &lt;br /&gt;Anywhere, here is Tony. He was really nice, notice the t-shirt. It had Bob Ross painintg, and it said Happy Trees under it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my painting: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b49/clawsongo/treepic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact I saw some homeless lady ( not in the painting class) snort a line of cocaine in the bath room at the Olympia center, It was a pretty fun day.</content>
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    <title>astroartist @ 2007-09-29T09:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-29T16:05:27Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am to busy to be posting. I have over 100 law terms to memorize before Tuesday, and  paper to write on some sort of class action suit I haven't even read yet.  I have a ton of work to do in my other class, but the instructor can't seem to get his act together and cant seem to figure out how to attach his syllabus to his e-mails.  I am all for saving trees, but it wouldn't kill him give out one fucking piece of paper at the start of class. I am going to flunk out of this liberal arts school because the liberal teachers who can kill a tree  cant figure out how to fucking send an attachment. I have sent 5 e-mail to Mr.Standing bear, nothing back yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State college means they make liberal state workers. I am in hell. I dreamed of Stanford, what did I get? Hippies playing butt bongo in “red” square. I had to return one of my out outrageously expensive text books back to the book store because I found the same book on halfpricebooks.com for $2.50,saving myself 134.50, i took my 16 year old friend with me, who was scared of most of the kids on the campus. Thank goodness she is going to a corn fed state college when she turns 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention some people In my classes don't believe in bathing? They stink. &lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing is why my work place is scent neutral. I can't even wear my perfume with out some old lady who reeks of Patchouli telling me I am causing her to sneeze. Evergreen is also scent neutral , or I should say scent natural, because you can reek of BO, but just not of D&amp;G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, I have a painting class at 10. how to paint like bob ross. This should be interesting.</content>
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    <title>peace on earth</title>
    <published>2007-09-12T15:42:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-29T16:05:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Living in a liberal town is interesting. I grew up in a conservative family, with 2 hippy parents turned conservative. My Dad was in Vietnam about the same time my mom was protesting it. I really don’t know what changed in my Mother, maybe three was a day that broke her, when she gave up all the drugs and found God. She talks about her youth, but not what turned her around, my Dad won’t talk about Vietnam.  He has hundreds of pictures he took when he was there, but we have never really seen them.  He has just started to take pictures again.  My Dad is the most un-racists Man I have ever met.  My Mother on the other hand, she still holds anger because having moved so much a child all she ever wanted was a home. I remember being a kid, and being forced to moved on many occasions because the State would buy and subsidize the apartments we lived in and the land lords would raise the rent so high my parents couldn’t afforded it .  At the time there was a large population of immigrants coming into the United States and applying for state assistance, and I am not talking about Latino or Hispanic people.  Hispanic people were really the only people that we decent to us for the most part, but anyway I remember we rented a house in a neighborhood where we were the only White people in a 2 mile radius.  It started with minor things, like car egging and toilet papering but it got worse. Notes tied to rocks falling into the living room with words like “die whites” and crap like that.  We moved the day someone killed our cat and tried to light the side of the house on fire. My Mom has not made peace with the past. &lt;br /&gt;	I have been thinking about the concept of peace.  I like the concept, and I started to think about what it would really take to make it possible. I have come to the conclusion that humans will never see peace because we love to much.  If one really thinks about Peace, and thinks about where it would have to start, it wouldn’t start in Government,  it would have to start in every  mind of every person in the entire world.  We would have to stop feeling the need for justice, closure, revenge and we would have to stop feeling fear.  And when I mean stop, I mean have it taken out completely.   I know this sounds crazy, but stay with me.  If you think about it, wars have been fought over some pretty simple things, land, pigs ( not the bay of pigs), food , women  and those wars started because of simple mistakes.  Someone believed land was there birthrights but no one made it clear, some pigs wondered over a property line and that almost started a war, simple things like this cause anger, anger leads to action. &lt;br /&gt;Someone with a mental illness kills a child ( and think about it, any one that kills a child on purpose is sick) , the mother of that child will want revenge, even if it’s an accident the mother will still want justice, closure.  She feels pain,  she wants it to end.  How many times have you thought, “ if someone hurt my family, I would kill…” or ” If I ever catch the person who did that I would kick their ass… “  or someone makes a rude comment while you’re walking down the street and you think” those assholes, I wish I cold show them.” or “its ok to kill, only in self defense” You see, It doesn’t matter what kind of violence it is,  the counter actions can be misinterpreted  and the cycle of revenge starts.  &lt;br /&gt;People love to much to turn the other cheek.  I know your thinking “ if no one hurt anyone, then there would be no reason for anyone to be upset”  and that is true, but we are not talking about a perfect world with perfect people.  Humans make mistakes, they have car accidents, mental illness, we say the wrongs things and all of these flaws can cause pain to others.  Peace will not exist until every mother can watch her children be killed, embrace their killer and forgive.  It will never happen.  &lt;br /&gt;There is the argument that people can talk out problems and come to a solution without violence.  But that would mean, every person would need to leave the discussion without being slighted in the lease.  I believe this can happened in some situations,  but there are some things in live where this cannot happen. A discussion is not going to take away the pain of the grieving mother. &lt;br /&gt;As long as there are living passionate people on earth, who feel pain, fear and think freely, true peace will never exists. &lt;br /&gt;This is just my opinion, maybe I have been working with crime victims to long .</content>
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