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  <title>psycho fawn.</title>
  <subtitle>psycho fawn.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>psycho fawn.</name>
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  <updated>2006-01-29T04:14:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:11857</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2006-01-28T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T04:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T04:14:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the get up kids - valentine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Mystic River. What a fucking good movie. Thought I'd share.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is how good my mom's lemon meringue looks:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="547" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/P1010121.jpg" width="592"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;What movie have you seen lately that's worth reccomending?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:11552</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2006-01-23T01:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-23T06:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-23T06:30:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... I wish I could say it was huge amounts of work that have kept me up till this hour. That I am a responsible girl who will surely excell in her exams and first semester classes. But I've come to the realization that although my mind&amp;body have known the best of stress, there are certain things that just don't have that effect on me. Exams, for example. Call me lucky or the very opposite --I'll try my very best to minimize all possible procrastination activities, but that's about a challenge as it is for me to recognize you without my glasses. At least I had a good long midnight conversation with my elderly brother; he's so wise&amp;unwise &amp; I aspire to such a contradiction. Staying up 'till  hours digesting the darkest of chocolate &amp; trying to figure out what I'm to do with myself is good enough for the moment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:11378</id>
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    <title>i'm a runner on a mission &amp; the taste of peanut butter won't go away.</title>
    <published>2006-01-19T03:11:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-19T03:11:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hotel roosevelt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">got home, &amp; then the cooking rampage began! i cooked sundied tomato/basil rice with asparugus for dindin. then i realized we have about 20 ripened bananas so i decided to make the well-loved banana bread. buttt i kind of felt like making something new for the Gottfried household. i busted out the healthy heart cookbook (which is sure to please both heart&amp;tongue), &amp; after little deliberation decided on apple cake. it was fluffy&amp;sweet&amp;comforting &amp; me and my father devoured it like starving people. so i really took a liking to this baking thing. today i made peanut butter cookies &amp; if you like your cookies golden/crispy/slightly-burnedbutnot, then i'll bring some tommorow &amp; maybe you'll like. i think this bella baker thing's gonna have to stay for a while if i intend on fufilling the many promises i made of cookie orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks, for my next item, something...?&lt;br /&gt;a) cheesecakish lemonish&lt;br /&gt;b) bananaee&lt;br /&gt;c) apple&amp;dates&lt;br /&gt;d) choco chip</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:11060</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2006-01-08T15:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-08T21:05:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-08T21:05:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday Morning!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Woke up, came down the kitchen to find a bouquet of the most exquisite flowers on the table. I was treated to not one, but TWO slices of my favourite homemade lemon meringue pie for breakfast (coutesy of my mum) &amp;amp; a red robin perched by the window&amp;amp; made for a very nice addition. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;**Birthday &lt;em&gt;Night &lt;/em&gt;(ie now) will be spent dining on sushi with the famjam. I'm so pumped, honestly you have no idea, I haven't had it in basically years. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cheers to being 17 &amp;amp; filling up on yummy foods!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;ps. if you see me tomorrow, you better pretend like i look older. just don't tell me you're pretending... say it's the haircut, or something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;pps. yes, spain photos will be posted &lt;em&gt;eventually&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:10653</id>
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    <title>In The Name Of Sir. W</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T00:18:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T00:20:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>elysian fields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i'm all topsy-turvey on the inside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i wish i had the effects of bright lights in a pitch -dark room. on demand, feel that same rush of blood&amp;nbsp;(not be frightened) &amp;amp; permit the softness of things to affect me like i want it to. be able to take obscure remarks as lovely thoughts; see subtle smiles as genuine love. take note of the tension in your muscles --it has the ability to let out uncomfortable secrets. listen to you body; it craves a good sprawl, a good fetal position, yes even a good spoon now&amp;amp;then.&amp;nbsp;i didn't believe you when you said that age took a leap within seconds, but boy, did i look foolish once i saw all you &lt;em&gt;up there&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and boy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbspi miss Shakespeare, how about you?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:10474</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-11-07T22:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-08T04:34:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T04:34:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hell's kitchen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i'll fight like a fighter, look, it's me down there. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/kungfu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i''ll spit in your face, &amp;amp; the only thing you'll say is how girly it was. but i don't mind because, now for the good stuff, &amp;amp; jesus, it really is good! (gosh damnit did i really use his name in vain?) i run the 100m sprint, which i've never done before. i'd always wanted to &amp;amp; finally i found the oxygen supply. that pesky little thing, it came without warning! i'm 17 soon, i've decided it's time i knew how to kung-fu like a master.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:10034</id>
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    <title>downtown production.</title>
    <published>2005-11-06T04:17:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-06T04:19:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;brought to you by:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="425" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/IMGP0569.jpg" width="596"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="429" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/IMGP0548.jpg" width="418"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 412px" height="1535" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/100_0967.jpg" width="954"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="728" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/100_0968.jpg" width="808"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 340px" height="726" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/100_0973.jpg" width="780"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="472" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/IMGP0544.jpg" width="363"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="385" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/100_0965.jpg" width="443"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 338px" height="465" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/IMGP0550.jpg" width="518"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="474" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/IMGP0551.jpg" width="520"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="466" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/mysushiroll/IMGP0557.jpg" width="518"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;amp;scene.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:9747</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-11-01T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-02T02:41:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-02T02:41:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">make up my mind, can't make up my mind. striving for it all or only for that, or whichever which way you'd prefer to put it. opinion opinion &amp; yet another. so many to choose from, tell me what i want to hear but don't tell me it was the truth all along, boy would that ever stink! not trying hard enough, trying too too hard enough. the secretive life i live; an actor's fool (which is really quite ironic). dance dance dance, come round&amp;round all the girls&amp;boys. what a waste of bloody time. give me what i need -a good slap in the face: the realisitic approach. there is work to be done.</content>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-10-23T10:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T14:25:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T14:25:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>i am kloot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Apple Cider&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpartoffallareyouquiz/apple-cider.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpartoffallareyouquiz/"&gt;What Part of Fall Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:9447</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-07-31T10:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T14:49:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T14:49:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night i went to see the movie "Me &amp; You &amp; Everyone We Know".&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to the bathroom, &amp; my mom asks some random woman, &lt;br /&gt;"So how'd you like it?"&lt;br /&gt;to which the woman replies:&lt;br /&gt;"Dat was sooo stuuupit. Nothing made sense!"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:9047</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-07-25T17:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T22:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T22:03:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>thrills - big sur</lj:music>
    <content type="html">!st paycheck = $457.17... not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;being deducted from $502.53 because of taxes... a tad bit shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit i enjoy being a working gal.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:8805</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-07-16T18:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-16T22:36:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-16T22:41:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>beulah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lately has been spent in jeans &amp; my i heart ny t-shirt. random jewlery finds have kept me excited, &amp; of course there are the luxurious desserts. a new found spontaneity has kept me busy, although i'm always looking for new people to flaunt it with, honestly. i recently have learnt that i live in unionville, that i do infact have the ability to socialize in thornhill (i'd be more than happy to host all who are interested)&amp; that apparently downtown is where i'll end up shortly. sometimes i worry that friends have gone missing, but then i assume that i am just being irrational and/or normal. you know what they say: "assuming makes an ass out of you &amp; me". well then mazel tov! we're both asses; how relieving. thankfully i have found new &amp; old ways to dress up my room to keep things fresh (a partial "thank-you" goes out to ikea locations everywhere, even thise in switzerland) &amp; fascinations and successful attractions to things such as vibrant colours. cheers to awaiting my first paycheck &amp; completing long-awaited shopping desires. cheers to surviving work in heat alert temperatures without air-conditioning, &amp; being ready to strike at any moment, &amp; to heck with the children! &lt;br /&gt;i have been inspired to dream of life in venice, baguettes, &amp; haute couture, &amp; occasionally i wake up &amp; realize i still don't have my G1.</content>
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    <title>Not In Bed.</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T04:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T04:00:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>camera obscura</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My goal of going to sleep earlier has &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; been very successful.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I'm not ready for my math quest tomorrow.
&lt;br&gt;
I just had a very LARGE portion of pasta for some odd reason. &lt;br&gt;
Random cravings are seem to be common these days.&lt;br&gt;
I hate going to bed on a full stomach...&lt;br&gt;
&amp;amp; I just posted because... procrastiantion? I dunno really... I'm
fucking exhausted so I should be in bed, I really don't know why the
fuck I'm still here. [I blame it on the full tummy] but procrastination
seems like the easy answer to most things.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Goodnight girls and boys.</content>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-04-19T21:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T01:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T01:19:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>all for you - blues travelers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESTROGEN CHECK:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know you waaaaant it!"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TESTOSTERONE CHECK:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhhh yeeeeaaaah!"

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;I'm STILL living and breathing ALIVE 05.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:7915</id>
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    <title>Let's Re-invent Tofu.</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T23:57:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T23:57:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the dandy warhols</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Recently made a visit to the local health food store with my mum, which was just as pleasing as I'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all stocked up with the goods, and I'm feeling very creative in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is to start with the powershakes and dining at my place could  really be like "Fresh on Tal Street" or something snazzy like that. Complete with delicious veggie hummus dips, thai mango and peanut sauces, and these orgasmic olive cracker things I really don't know what else to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowl of papaya with lime anyone?</content>
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    <title>Wellcome To The Show!</title>
    <published>2005-03-08T23:22:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T02:55:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the new pornographers - mass romantic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A prescribed tendancy to get increasingly more and more stressed (she reluctantly agrees to call it) from the workload she unknowingly sets for herself. Appropriately complains to those with seemingly willingly open ears. Admits to feeling a slight amount of guilt for giving in with the uncover of a crinkly layer of her brown paper wrapping. It is vintage, thus savoured? Neglects her need to prepare for battle like the ferocious beast she should be enviously imitating, she chooses to call upon stupidity and procrastinte through the hours. She carefully devours homemade cookies and covers the grounds with her golden sugary cookie crumbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the game baby.</content>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-02-09T17:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T22:33:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T22:33:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>pedro the lion - almost there</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lend me some oxygen, I'm out of breath. I want to be trusted, I really
do. Change is twisting away, into unreachable places. Saltwater is
familiar at this very moment although I'd much rather it not be. A pain
so unique, as it seeps into my veins. Tomorrow seems a million light
years away. I'm not trapped, but I don't have the fuel to run necessary
lengths. Please do not remove me of my chances.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I think I finally figured out my fears&lt;/span&gt;. 

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'm almost there.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:6683</id>
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    <title>Dull Pink Tights.</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T04:02:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T04:02:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tilly and the wall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Back into the room having to watch girls stare at themselves in these
gigantic mirrors, refusing minature birthday cupcakes in hopes of
getting skinnier. Striving to resist the urge to be silly while my
muscles screech wishing I'd make them stop, even though this isn't too
too painful anyway... much more time-cosuming then anything else. Back
to a teacher who refers to the basics that we apparently have been
"practising since age seven", when this is clearly not the case for me.
Little girls, with eager eyes, struggling to break their bones in order
to impress. Surrounded by striving feathers.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
...C'mon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just eat the fucking cupcake already&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly... fuck.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:6550</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mysushiroll.livejournal.com/6550.html"/>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-02-07T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T02:52:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T02:52:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bright eyes - black comedy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Attention: Msn is being a whore and yes, it is screwing everyone up. &lt;br /&gt;           However, it started working for me as of now, so go on... try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:6214</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mysushiroll.livejournal.com/6214.html"/>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-02-03T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T20:54:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T20:54:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mirah - telephone wires</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I entered a game without any real idea of how the game was to be played. Unaware of the rules, I was a first-time player playing among experts. Not the easiest set-up. Nevertheless, I had faith in myself that experience playing would, one day, get me to their level of expertise. I thought others might have faith in my potential and although I didn't even give up, I was cut off the team.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:6074</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2005-01-29T17:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T22:23:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T22:23:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music> neutral milk hotel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Laugh so hard &lt;br /&gt;that you go into silent laugh mode &lt;br /&gt;and you come dangerously close to falling out of your chair, &lt;br /&gt;but don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a drop of pee involved here somewhere.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:5683</id>
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    <title>Kindle Our Footsteps.</title>
    <published>2005-01-26T00:15:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-26T00:15:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fisherspooner - the 15th</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The feelings are all aboard and float aimlessly but remain untouchable
to necessay fingers. Replace my head with a daisy. You won't understand
and you'll feel dumb, and we'll both go off and dance carelessly
together. &lt;br&gt;
I think I'd like that.
&lt;br&gt;
Let's go roll in the mud. Get our clothes dirty and wear them to school unclean. 

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Please accept this unecessary invitation.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:5286</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mysushiroll.livejournal.com/5286.html"/>
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    <title>Beep.</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T23:24:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T23:24:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none yet.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So today I woke up to the most HORRIBLE sound i know.&lt;br /&gt;My alarm clock. at 7am. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how this is gonna work...&lt;br /&gt;It took my 1/2 an hour to eventually suck it up, and gather the strength to get out of my oh-so-comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... at least rehersal didn't go till 9pm like i thought it would be. 5 o clock i can deal with. 5 o clock leaves some time to keep sane for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out my first show is on wenesday. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah... hello? Completely unaware here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... At least I'm not missing first day back in clown. &lt;br /&gt;Amen for that.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:4617</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2004-11-10T17:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-10T22:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-10T22:46:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Time - Pink Floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, it's been so long since I've listened to Pink Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;I'd almost forgotten how much i enjoy their music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the memories they bring :)</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mysushiroll:4570</id>
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    <title>mysushiroll @ 2004-11-07T21:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T02:19:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-08T02:19:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well i SHOULD be almost finished my novel study... but i'm not. nowhere near, in fact. but, it's not my fault because you know that awful virus that has been spreading lately through the grades? yeah well i got that. it started friday -but that would NOT stop me from catching up wit erin, nor would it stop me from going downtown bloor st. or anywhere downtown for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are charlie's angels, studying fashion design? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*erin's glasses may have helped, but me and jess definitely had SOMETHING to do with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. tal hates yogurt. well actually, she hatED yogurt until that is last night. &lt;br /&gt;no fat chocolate yogurt will do that to you.</content>
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