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  <title>My life in words</title>
  <subtitle>JLB</subtitle>
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    <email>somebunni@gmail.com</email>
    <name>JLB</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-15T00:47:40Z</updated>
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    <title>somebunni @ 2008-07-14T20:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T00:47:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">real quick update.  i hate weekends now that he's up here fulltime.  he works all weekend so i have to wait until sunday nights to see him.  but at least we make the time worth the wait.  even if it means getting a whole 4 hours of sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;i love how he can be so amazingly sweet one minute and then a complete jokester the next.  he always knows when i need a good laugh from him, and its scary sometimes.  i just wish things weren't so complicated still....</content>
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    <title>somebunni @ 2008-07-11T00:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-11T04:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T04:30:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so super sleepy but i'll say this for now... the past three days have been so amazing.  I love him so much it hurts sometimes... *sigh*  why can't one of us get an apartment already?</content>
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    <title>growing up... when did i do this?</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T03:39:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T03:39:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so I must be growing up.  A pseudo-ex of mine and i hung out tonight.  Usually we're all cutesy and a lil sexual with each other. And usually I like it.  But tonight, despite *his* insistence that i'm a free agent, I totally felt uncomfortable even kissing my ex.&lt;br /&gt;*he* being the man I fell in love with, and am sort of kinda involved with i guess.  I call him my boyfriend for lack of a better word, but he's still legally married, and so we haven't made anything official.  &lt;br /&gt;Back to the pseudo-ex, B....  B just seems to think of me as a set of tits, because all he did was go right for them the whole time we were on my PARENTS' couch!  Come on, you can't sit through a movie without grabbing my boobs? REALLY!  &lt;br /&gt;So like i said... I must be growing up.  Either that or he's growing down....</content>
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    <title>somethings quick about me</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T15:19:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T03:40:56Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Luke Bryan - Country Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so here's my quickie intro to the world of scribbld....&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27, but i've lived the life of 40 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;I work in retail, and I'm starting to hate it after 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to school in november for a degree in psychology.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a man, and its amazing...&lt;br /&gt;At the same time the situation is so confusing and complicated right now I sometimes really wonder about it all&lt;br /&gt;My friends (the true ones) are amazing and I wouldn't know what to do with out them&lt;br /&gt;I have an older pain in the ass, i mean brother, who lives 5 hours away. &lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think he has the right idea.&lt;br /&gt;I still live with my parents, who are still together after 37 years, but probably should be divorced already&lt;br /&gt;I've moved away and come back three times since my 18th birthday&lt;br /&gt;i have 10 tattoos and at the most i've had 13 piercings&lt;br /&gt;i have 7 now&lt;br /&gt;i write really sporadically sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a songwriter and an aspiring country singer&lt;br /&gt;yes i live in NYC and love country music&lt;br /&gt;i also love rock, freestyle, most vocal house, and even some pop&lt;br /&gt;i love makeup but don't wear much when i'm not at work&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything else right now... so bye byes! :-&amp;gt;</content>
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