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  <title>It is</title>
  <subtitle>never rainy enough.</subtitle>
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    <name>littleb_ird</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-04T04:34:12Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:68509</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-12-03T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-04T04:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-04T04:34:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i don't remember how to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;how on earth do i go about meeting people who don't go to my school?&lt;br /&gt;i give up on sva, NEW&amp;nbsp;YORK, IS&amp;nbsp;ANYBODY&amp;nbsp;OUT&amp;nbsp;THERE?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:67309</id>
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    <title>a rain cloud, a crane on me.</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T02:56:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T02:56:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;my back is burning from the radiating kick ass&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;now embedded under my skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tattoos make even me, feel a total bad ass.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:66923</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-05-06T17:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T22:21:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T22:21:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i cannot wait until everyday of my life feels as good&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;as the song, Route to Palm sounds. Just think,&lt;br /&gt;it's almost next Wednesday.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:65208</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-04-08T17:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T21:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T21:11:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;fuck the bank.&lt;br /&gt;fuck money.&lt;br /&gt;fuck the fact i can't remember my pin #.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;shit. fuck.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:64301</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-04-06T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T04:08:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T04:08:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;FINALLY.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:63253</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-03-24T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T03:56:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T03:56:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i don't have much to say anymore.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:62702</id>
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    <title>hop over the fence, do what we always feel.</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T08:22:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T08:22:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>safety brick -broken social scene</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;Love makes me feel like shithead.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:60937</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-03-02T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T02:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T02:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just like those t-shirts say, &lt;font size="4"&gt;"life is good".&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:60458</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-02-28T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T02:19:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T02:19:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;I can't wait&amp;nbsp; to do this for serious.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:57778</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-02-02T00:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T05:10:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T05:10:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>cat power</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;For Cassidy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;The little girl says to her mom, "Look at that walrus! Walrus! Look at that!" She has a little pink sun hat on her head. She has little pink cheeks. She is a little pink girl. "Can we swim too?" she says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, don't be ridiculous," the mother says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be," her little brother says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climb over the fence, onto the edge of the walrus tank where I can balance easy. That fence doesn't keep anyone out at all, which makes it a trick. It tricks people into keeping themselves out. Ridiculous? Everyone else on the tour is gone to the sea cucumbers, but not me. Look at that! Look at that walrus, walrus, walrus. This is one of those moments when I can hear my own thoughts and they are thinking themselves for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to swim with a big fat pink walrus today, even though really it should be that little pink girl swimming. I will swim for her. I will swim on her behalf and on behalf of everyone who has to follow orders just because they are small and pink.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&amp;amp; everyone else.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:56426</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-01-29T14:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-29T19:07:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T19:07:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i feel all new inside.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:54853</id>
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    <title> Cassidy Audacity &amp; Jennie Renegade.</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T02:44:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T02:44:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;"Life is for Living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right on, mr. b.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:53564</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2008-01-06T01:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T06:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T06:46:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;In the prettiest little town, we will rebuild.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:49671</id>
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    <title>I guess, today, the sun wasn't called.</title>
    <published>2007-12-11T03:44:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T03:44:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>let it be.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ughhhh.&amp;nbsp;i'm covered in pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just in--&amp;gt; things are kind of ok,&amp;nbsp;i guess.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:47935</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-11-25T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-26T03:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-26T03:00:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="7"&gt;This one&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;has&lt;br /&gt;value.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:47395</id>
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    <title>January.</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T05:13:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T05:13:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>spoon.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;There are certain points in your life,&lt;br /&gt;where you have to break the rules&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that you set for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;A life defined, is not a life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;You should not bind yourself&lt;br /&gt;into one word.&lt;br /&gt;You are much too good for that.&lt;br /&gt;Please, do something out of your ordinary today.&lt;br /&gt;It will make you feel better.</content>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-11-07T23:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T04:35:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T04:35:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:39967</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-08-27T21:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-28T01:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-28T01:44:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so mad that i cannot band space &amp;amp; time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;/or that i am not 18 &amp;amp; have no gas in my car.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:36580</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-07-12T00:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T04:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-12T04:25:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i think everyone should take a moment &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;admire Rupert Grint &amp;amp; think about&lt;br /&gt;just how INCREDIBLY GORGEOUS he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY COW.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:33419</id>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-06-25T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T02:02:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T02:02:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img height="800" alt="" width="526" src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c377/minimart151610/choices_part_4.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:31922</id>
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    <title>Ive gotta tell ya</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T03:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T03:50:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>of montreal</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My name is Jen &amp;amp; this is what my insides look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77We-tPmScs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77We-tPmScs&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:littleb_ird:29023</id>
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    <title>I wish you bluebirds in the spring.</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T03:03:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T03:03:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone i knew in the sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there's still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who&lt;i&gt; becomes &lt;/i&gt;that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real - but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chuck Klosterman</content>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-05-11T01:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-11T05:32:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-11T05:32:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">these days, arms are legs.</content>
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    <title>You take your steps away from me.</title>
    <published>2007-04-21T19:39:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-21T19:39:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cautioners-Jimmy Eat World.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">One of the worst feelings in the world&lt;br /&gt;is when you realize that as much&lt;br /&gt;as you said you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;you are making all the same mistakes&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;over again.&lt;br /&gt;Liking boys who like drugs.&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're always going to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;2nd best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is terrible.</content>
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    <title>littleb_ird @ 2007-03-30T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T03:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T03:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Never Ending Math Equation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old&lt;br /&gt;And oh my God I feel so damn old&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel anything&lt;br /&gt;On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below&lt;br /&gt;And oh my God, they look so alone&lt;br /&gt;Do they really feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I've gotta gotta gotta gotta move on&lt;br /&gt;Where do you move when what you're moving from&lt;br /&gt;Is yourself?&lt;br /&gt;The universe works on a math equation&lt;br /&gt;that never even ever really ends in the end&lt;br /&gt;Infinity spirals out creation&lt;br /&gt;We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying&lt;br /&gt;We aint sure where you stand&lt;br /&gt;You aint machines and you aint land&lt;br /&gt;And the plants and the animals, they are linked&lt;br /&gt;And the plants and the animals eat each other&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God and oh my cat&lt;br /&gt;I told my Dad what I need&lt;br /&gt;Well I know what I have and want&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Well, he said he said he said he said&lt;br /&gt;"Where we're going I'm dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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