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  <title>Take this broken heart.</title>
  <subtitle>And you wonder why I'm the way I am..stop wondering.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-12-13T17:48:03Z</updated>
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    <title>Long time no see!!</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T17:48:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-13T17:48:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pussycat Dplls (even though only one of them actually sings)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Haven't written in here for a long time and I kinda like it like that. I read back on some of my entries and think "Man, I was DEPRESSED!!" I hope all of you are having a decent finals week (if that is even possible) and have a fantastic holiday season...and Merry Christmas!! If you are reading this, I probably miss you and want to see you over break, so please call me!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckiest_heart:55937</id>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-10-16T11:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-16T17:09:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-16T17:09:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you know who threw eggs at my car for a second time, please let me know. I'd be happy to let them help me scrape the remains off my paint.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckiest_heart:55750</id>
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    <title>Bye bye.</title>
    <published>2004-10-11T05:04:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-11T05:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Livejournal.com....or liveBITCHING.com is OVER for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckiest_heart:54214</id>
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    <title>Cliques can suck it.</title>
    <published>2004-09-30T05:32:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-30T05:32:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Blast from the Past" on TBS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, I watched &lt;strong&gt;"Laguna Beach"&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time tonight. I think I will now discuss the many things I hated about it. (feel free to chime in) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is centered around a clique of about 8 rich kids. All of whom dress the same, talk the same, walk the same, and basically, are the same. All the girls are gorgeous and have long, layered,&amp;nbsp;highlighted&amp;nbsp;blonde hair. All the boys are even more gorgeous, have brown hair and brown eyes and all dress like little preps. The houses are huge and the kids are wealthy enough to fork over $700 dollars a night to host a &lt;strong&gt;"Black and White Affair"&lt;/strong&gt; hotel party in a hotel right by the ocean. All the girls show up in their slutty little black and white dresses looking like they're gonna break some hearts and the boys show up in suits, looking like sex fiends. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This show made me think of Cheyenne so&amp;nbsp;much&amp;nbsp;I nearly had to turn it off. Their little "&lt;em&gt;exclusive&lt;/em&gt;" parties. Their little "&lt;em&gt;clique&lt;/em&gt;" where only the beautiful&amp;nbsp;people can befriend you. Their little bubble where no one is quite good enough and everyone talks shit about everyone else behind their backs. Their little fucked up group of "&lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;." Man, it's such an awful show it's almost addicting. The Laguna kids are the kind that make me a little sick and throw up in my mouth a little (lol). Maybe I just envy them...I never was one after all. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I ended up having to put the little kitten outside for the night last night, which I hated. He cried at my door for at least 2 hours and I wanted nothing more than to bring him back in and have him sleep with me out of the cold, but I was so allergic to him I couldn't even stand to have him in my apartment. Sweetest cat I've ever come into contact with though. And by far the cutest. :) Unfortunately his little kitty hairs are all over my house and I am sneezing like crazy!! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can't wait for this week to be over...it's dragging like crazy. Speech tomorrow. Wish me luck. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckiest_heart:53815</id>
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    <title>What color am I?</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T17:23:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T17:24:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Maury, YES</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1.)Copy and paste this into your journal:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;*font color="yourusername"&amp;gt; &amp;lt;*b&amp;gt;yourusername&amp;lt;*/b&amp;gt; &amp;lt;*/font&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) (Eliminate the asterisks)&lt;br /&gt;3.)See what color you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="luckiest_heart"&gt; &lt;b&gt;luckiest_heart&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cat made my eyes all pink. Son of a bitch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luckiest_heart:53528</id>
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    <title>The kitty that followed me home.</title>
    <published>2004-09-29T04:27:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-29T04:27:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The baby kitty's purring...he's happy to be here.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So. A baby kitten followed me home tonight. Seems as if everyone wants to, these days. He/She sat outside my apartment meowing, and who can say no to this face?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/luckiest_heart/kitty.bmp"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tell me if you lost a kitty!! I am allergic and can't keep him!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>LOL...Oh my goodness.</title>
    <published>2004-09-28T17:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-28T17:52:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form name="quizform" target="_new" action="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=87" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" bordercolor="#000000" bgcolor="#90BED5" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="083360"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/showquiz.php?quizid=87" target="_new" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #ffffff; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Kinky Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Name: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="in0" size="32" maxlength="64" value="Krista leigh"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="D8F3F3" colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Your Amount of Kink in Percentage Form: - &lt;b&gt;86%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="250px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="Lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="10px" bgcolor="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#006600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#00cc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="Lime"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#99ff66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ccff99"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffff33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td height="5px" bgcolor="#ff3300"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you more of a master or slave?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D8F3F3"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#083360"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Try Your Answers!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-1" style="color : #000000; font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/" style="color : #000000;"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="black"&gt;fun quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/userprofile.php?userid=51"&gt;&lt;font style="color : #000000;" color="#000000"&gt;cutelilangelx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Taken 41316 Times.&lt;img src="http://images.kwiz.biz/kwizcount.gif" width="1" height="1" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font style="font-family : Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;New - Kwiz.Biz &lt;a href="http://astrology.kwiz.biz" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Astrology and Horoscopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-09-28T04:31:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-28T04:31:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"If Your Girl Only Knew" by Aaliyah on new 96.1 (LOVE IT)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;I looked at you and thought, &lt;strong&gt;"This is what love is really about."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-26T13:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T19:26:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T19:26:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Everybody Dance Now" by C&amp;C Music Factory</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to &lt;i&gt;Purgatory!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;;"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, &amp;#39;sans serif&amp;#39;; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw THAT coming.</content>
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    <title>Fucking scared. Really, really scared.</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T07:00:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T07:00:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oh.My.God. I got followed home tonight. By some guy in a Ford truck with a baseball hat on...I am so scared. It really wasn't so bad while I lived with my mom, but now that I'm on my own...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you were sleeping next to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Wow, never expected it from you.</title>
    <published>2004-09-24T17:54:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-24T17:54:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey Jac, I hope it was worth it.</content>
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    <title>Where did all the innocence go?</title>
    <published>2004-09-24T05:45:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-24T05:45:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Conan on 5</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I just got home from babysitting...got greeted by a very drunk mother 2 and a half hours after she said she'd be home. &lt;strong&gt;Don't worry, I don't have anything to do! Or anyone to talk to! I don't need to be home, take your time.&lt;/strong&gt; (insert sarcasm)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the boys to McDonald's for dinner tonight, since the Mighty Kids Meal is their meal of choice. We got there and no more than one minute after we entered the door, they were running to play in the Play Place. At first when we arrived, the Play Place was deserted except for one family with a dark skinned, Native American looking girl, around the age of 5. There was one other girl there who was the same age as Logan (6) and they became fast friends. I noticed the little girl's mother. She could not have been more than 20 years old, or maybe she just looked young. She looked so tired, her eyes were drooping and her hair was messy, but she was doing school work while her daughter played.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;About 15 minutes later, 2 beautiful black girls came in with their pregnant mother and a man she was with. They had to have been close to Ethan and Logan's age, too, because soon, all of the kids were playing together. They were playing hide and go seek in the tunnels and chasing each other up and down the slides. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately following the 2 girls, a man and his daughter came in. He looked pretty middle-class, very dirty, like he had a hard day of work but decided to take his daughter to McDonald's for a cheap, satisfying meal. His eyes glistened when he looked at that angel. The little girl had denim overalls and a pink shirt on and quickly joined the playgroup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around that time, a woman and her husband and their Down Syndrome son named Cameron joined the Play Place. Cameron walked around holding his hamburger and banging on the colorful tables, but had a constant smile on his face. One of the little girls took Cameron's hand and led him into the Play Place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another man and his 2 kids came in. He, also, was dirty with long hair, who looked like he had a hard day's work as well, no doubt one of society's "lower class members". His daughter was the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen in my life. She was probably 8 years old and had a grey shirt on that said "Perfect" in bright pink letters. Could not have described her more to a tee. She had huge green eyes, long eyelashes and long, straight brown hair. Her brother, while younger, looked identical to her. Up the slide they went and joined the others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty soon, the place was bursting with children's laughter, and I thought to myself:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did this end for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When did this age of innocence end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids didn't notice skin colors. They didn't notice how much money each kids parents made. They didn't notice disabilities or differences. They didn't notice social class or status. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have seen in a long time. Everyone just got along. There was no reason not to. &lt;strong&gt;Everyone is equal in the eyes of a child.&lt;/strong&gt; All they were concerned with was having an amazing time with each other, which they did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We only stayed for an hour and a half, but the time flew by. Thank God for children and the hope they give to an otherwise hopeless world. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Just don't feel like reading ANYMORE...so I'll bullshit instead.</title>
    <published>2004-09-22T04:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-22T04:55:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Channel 52.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SECTION 1 ABOUT YOURSELF ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Known as: Krista Nichols (or Krista Leigh :) )&lt;br&gt;Gender: Chick&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Locale: Co Springs&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shoe size: 7- 7.5&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hair colour: Brown&lt;br&gt;Eye colour: Green&lt;br&gt;Style: Whatever looks clean.&lt;br&gt;Fears: Being raped. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 2 HAVE YOU EVER ...&lt;br&gt;Cheated on someone? Never have, never will.&lt;br&gt;Fallen off the bed? Would you think less of me if I said yes?&lt;br&gt;Fallen for a relative? Ew no.&lt;br&gt;Broke someone's heart? Not that I know of.&lt;br&gt;Had your heart broken? Meh..&lt;br&gt;Had a dream come true? Yes.&lt;br&gt;Done something you regret? Maybe one. &lt;br&gt;Cheated on a test? Who hasn't? (If you say no, you are lying)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 3 CURRENTLY ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wearing? Jeans and&amp;nbsp;a hoodie.&lt;br&gt;Listening to?&amp;nbsp;Whatever is on channel 52.&lt;br&gt;Reading?&amp;nbsp;Political Science ALL DAY... it's burned into my brain.&lt;br&gt;Chatting with? Myself.&lt;br&gt;Watching?&amp;nbsp;Whatever's on, I don't even know.&lt;br&gt;Should REALLY be doing? Homework.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 4 DO YOU ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brush your teeth? Yup&lt;br&gt;Like anybody? Love somebody.&lt;br&gt;Have any piercing? A few.&lt;br&gt;Drive? Yes&lt;br&gt;Believe in Santa Claus? Til I was 8&lt;br&gt;Drink? Nope.&lt;br&gt;Got a cellphone? Yes.&lt;br&gt;Got a pager? How early 90's of you. Definitely not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 5 FRIENDS ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who do you hate? A select few, but hate is a strong word.&lt;br&gt;Who is the shyest? I don't think I know any shy people.&lt;br&gt;Who is the most talkative? Meaghan, definitely.&lt;br&gt;Who is the cutest?&amp;nbsp;Matty.&lt;br&gt;Who laughs the most?&amp;nbsp;Me with anyone...I'm always slap happy.&lt;br&gt;Who have you known the longest? Justine Rohde &lt;br&gt;Who have you known the shortest? Umm....I don't know...&lt;br&gt;Who do you miss the most? Matty.&lt;br&gt;Who do you turn to for personal problems? Matty.&lt;br&gt;Do you hang out with the opposite sex? Course.&lt;br&gt;Do you trust your friends? Some.&lt;br&gt;Are you a good friend? Actually probably not lately.&lt;br&gt;Can you keep a secret? Yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 6 THE LAST PERSON YOU ...&lt;br&gt;Hugged? Meg&lt;br&gt;Kissed? Matty&lt;br&gt;Gave Kisses? Matty.&lt;br&gt;IMed? Matty...(see a pattern?)&lt;br&gt;Talked to on the phone? Audrey&lt;br&gt;Yelled at? My mom.&lt;br&gt;Fell in love with? Well, I've only done it once...Matty.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 7 PERSONAL ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? Good question...&lt;br&gt;Best day: I have had a few very good days.&lt;br&gt;Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush? Yup. I love it.&lt;br&gt;What are you most scared of? most? Rape.&lt;br&gt;What do you usually think about before you go to bed? How tired I am and how I probably won't be able to sleep.&lt;br&gt;Did you lose someone you really loved? Yes. Not in a romantic sense. More of a friend sense.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How many times have you fallen deeply in love? Once. &lt;br&gt;Love your family? When they're not assholes.&lt;br&gt;Love your friends? Most.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 8 FAVOURITE ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Movie: "Finding Nemo"&lt;br&gt;Song:&amp;nbsp;The Rocketsummer "That's So You"&lt;br&gt;Group:&amp;nbsp;I'm not picky.&lt;br&gt;Singers: Whoever sounds good.&lt;br&gt;Store: Pac Sun, A&amp;amp;F, Express...etc.&lt;br&gt;Relative: My aunt and dad.&lt;br&gt;Sport: Soccer, lacrosse&amp;nbsp;and hockey&lt;br&gt;Ice Cream Flavour:&amp;nbsp;Chocolate anything.&lt;br&gt;Fruit: Raspberries.&lt;br&gt;Candy: Bit O Honeys or Riesens&lt;br&gt;Day of the Week: Friday&lt;br&gt;Time: Now's good...it's 10:46.&lt;br&gt;Colour: Pink, black and white.&lt;br&gt;Name for a Girl: Alecia&lt;br&gt;Name for a Boy: Jamie or Rowe&lt;br&gt;Favourite spot for a date: The Broadmoor Lake or Olive Garden.&lt;br&gt;Quote: "Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your mouth"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 9 DO YOU ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like to give hugs? Course.&lt;br&gt;Like to give kisses? Yes.&lt;br&gt;Like to walk in the rain? If it's warm rain and not freeeezing rain.&lt;br&gt;Prefer black or blue pens? Black&lt;br&gt;Like to travel? Yes.&lt;br&gt;Like someone? Yes.&lt;br&gt;Sleep on your side? Always.&lt;br&gt;Think you're attractive? Meh...depends on the day I guess.&lt;br&gt;Have a goldfish? I have a Beta. He's a spaz.&lt;br&gt;Ever have the falling dream? Yup.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SECTION 10 THIS OR THAT...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pierced nose or tongue? Neither.&lt;br&gt;Single or taken? Very much taken.&lt;br&gt;MTV or BET? MTV &lt;br&gt;7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek? Dawson's...always.&lt;br&gt;Sugar or salt? Sugar.&lt;br&gt;Silver or gold? Silver.&lt;br&gt;Chocolate or flowers? Flowers.&lt;br&gt;Colour or Black-and-white photos? Black and white.&lt;br&gt;M&amp;amp;M's or Skittles? M&amp;amp;M's&lt;br&gt;Stay up late or sleep in? Sleep in.&lt;br&gt;Hot or cold? Hot, I hate being cold. So not ok.&lt;br&gt;Sun or moon? Moon.&lt;br&gt;Left or Right? Whichever.&lt;br&gt;Acquaintances or one best friend? One best friend.&lt;br&gt;Mustard or ketchup? Ketchup.&lt;br&gt;Spring or Fall? Spring.&lt;br&gt;Wonder or amazement? Amazement.&lt;br&gt;McDonald's or Burger King? Ew I hate fast food a lot.&lt;br&gt;Mexican or Italian food? Italian.&lt;br&gt;Lights on or off? Off.&lt;br&gt;Candy or soda? Candy.&lt;br&gt;Pepsi or Coke? Coke.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-21T16:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T22:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T22:17:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Smile" by Vitamin C (dahahaha)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You Know You're From Colorado When

People move onto the highway at 15 miles an hour.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have absolutely no recognizable accent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If the humidity gets above 25%, you consider it "muggy".&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You only go to Central City when friends are in from out of town.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have been skiing less than 10 times in your life&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think 5-points is a ghetto.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are the third car to run a red light after it has changed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You say things like "I don't care how big Golden is,&lt;br&gt;it's still a one-horse town".&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think only stupid people get lost in your town.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When giving directions, you never say "Turn left, turn right", it's always go West, then South.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During a thunderstorm you wonder "which I-25 underpass is flooding".&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You never plan a picnic between 3:30 and 6:00 in Spring or Summer months.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If it rains more than 2 days straight you compare the weather to being in Seattle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You voted for higher taxes to fund Coors field, but voted down taxes for public transportation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have a broken windshield.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You see no reason to travel to Aurora.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only RTD bus you've been on is the 16th Street shuttle.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You carry your $3,000 mountain bike on top of your $500 car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You thought "Californication" would be banned by Amendment 2.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think "South Park" is a place to stop for gas on your way to Buena Vista.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have a business degree and are frying burgers at a McDonald's in Vail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have a flat tire in your refrigerator and your garage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You own a big dog named Aspen, Buck, Cheyenne or Dakota that wears a bandanna.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You cast out your fishing line while white-water rafting.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You've never seen the tourist attractions in your own city.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think a pass does not involve a football or a woman.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are 82 years old and take up snowboarding.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your real Y2K fear was running out of Celestial Seasonings tea and trail mix.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The entire top of your head is bald, but you still have a pony tail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You personally wouldn't pay $10 per head to drive up Pikes Peak unless it was the only mountain on earth, but you tell all our house-guests to do it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You get depressed after one day of foggy weather.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think that formal wear is ironed denim.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;North means "mountains to the left;" south is "mountains to the right;" and east and west are where all those damned liberals keep moving in from.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You go anywhere else on the planet and the air feels "sticky" and you notice the sky is no longer blue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;You consider a three-piece suit to be a pair of shorts, a sweatshirt and Birkenstocks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You see your East Coast relatives now more than when you lived there.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think gun control is a steady hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can run up 10 flights of stairs without huffing and puffing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You've stood on solid ground and looked down on an airplane in flight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know what the "Peoples Republic of Boulder" means.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You're a meat eating vegetarian.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You think the major food groups are Boulder Bars, tofu and Fat Tire Beer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You've been tear gassed in a riot to celebrate your local sports team's victory.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can drive over a 12,000 foot pass in 4 feet of snow, but can't get to work if there are 4 inches of snow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know the correct pronunciation of Buena Vista.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When you visit friends at sea level, you can drink a case of beer and not get a buzz.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your car insurance costs more than your car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You have surge protectors on every outlet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;April showers bring May blizzards.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You see someone riding a Harley in a snowstorm, and you look closer to see if it's anyone you know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Timberline" is someplace you have actually been. Many times.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know what a "Chinook" is. You know what a "rocky mountain oyster" is. You know what a "fourteener" is. But you don't know what a "turn signal" is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A bear on your front porch doesn't bother you nearly as much as a Democrat in Congress does.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your golf bag has a 9-iron, a 3-wood and a lightning-rod.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;People from other states breathe 5 times as often as you do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Having a Senator named Nighthorse doesn't seem strange.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thunder has set off your car alarm.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A sudden loss of cabin pressure is not a big deal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Where we're going, we don't need roads!"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know where Doc Holliday's grave is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can recognize the license plates of all 50 states on sight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Driving directions usually include 'Go over ____ Pass...'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You've used "checking for ticks" as an excuse to get someone naked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You've gone skiing in July. You've gone sunbathing in January. They were both in the same year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You get a certain feeling of satisfaction from knowing that California and Texas are both downstream&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know the elevation of a town, but not its population.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You never pack away your coat and sweaters.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can name only two people you know who were actually born in Colorado. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You call tumbleweed "groundcover".&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You love your Broncos, your Avs, your Rockies, Nuggets - well you can't have everything. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You or someone you know plays golf 12 months of the year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You don't have AC in your home, but you use it in your car all winter long. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If it snows in the morning you expect it to be gone by lunchtime. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You can name the states that make up the Four Corners.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know what and where the Continental Divide is.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Colorado.</content>
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    <title>Matt and Meg...you guys make me feel better. Always.</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T17:14:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T17:14:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"The Best of Will Farrell"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&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;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;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~Words of inspiration~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Everyone &lt;em&gt;dies&lt;/em&gt;, but not everyone &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt;.*&lt;br&gt;*The years teach too much which the days never knew.*&lt;br&gt;*We are what we run around averting our eyes from.*&lt;br&gt;*The most wasted day of all is the one during which we have not laughed.*&lt;br&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Love is blind, not senseless&lt;/strong&gt;.*&lt;br&gt;*We do not remember days, we remember moments.*&lt;br&gt;*I may not have gone where I intended to, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.*&lt;br&gt;*I don't intend to tiptoe through life only to arrive safely at death.*&lt;br&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Be the change you wish to see in the world&lt;/strong&gt;.*&lt;br&gt;*Our lives shouldn't be measured on how many breaths we take, but how many moments take our breath away.*&lt;br&gt;*I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.*&lt;br&gt;*It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. The greatest risk of all is to never take a chance.*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AlpineSurfBum&lt;/strong&gt;: Arent i lucky.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LuckyGiggles03&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;I dont know, are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AlpineSurfBum&lt;/strong&gt;: Very lucky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I fall, you pick me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I cry, you dry my tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I feel helpless and alone, you make me realize my worth.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want so badly to be happy, but I can only do it myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-20T20:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-21T02:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-21T02:44:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"100 Years" by Five for Fighting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-20T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-20T06:50:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-20T06:50:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's a virus being e-mailed to lj users and it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LiveJournal user,&lt;br /&gt;We have recently noticed that you haven't updated your LiveJournal in&lt;br /&gt;awhile. If you would like to keep your LiveJournal account, you must sign in&lt;br /&gt;within the next 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;You may sign in at: {link removed}&lt;br /&gt;Failure to sign in within the next 24 hours will result in account termination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT OPEN THIS LINK! IT'S A VIRUS!&lt;br /&gt;Please, post this in your personal journal and in your communities, even if it's off-topic for the community. This is very important.</content>
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    <title>You are my only one.</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T01:17:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T01:17:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Only One" by Yellowcard</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;&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;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; &lt;em&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br&gt;&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;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; And I give up (I give up)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br&gt;&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;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;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; You are my only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; I let go, but &lt;em&gt;there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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;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; &lt;em&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I won't walk out until you know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br&gt;&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;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; &lt;strong&gt;You are my only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; I let go, but &lt;em&gt;there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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;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; Here I go so dishonestly&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Leave a note for you my only one&lt;br&gt;&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; And I know you can see right through me&lt;br&gt;&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; So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br&gt;&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;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; &lt;strong&gt;You are my only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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; I let go, but there's just no one, no one like you&lt;br&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br&gt;&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;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; My only one&lt;br&gt;&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;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; My only one&lt;br&gt;&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;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; My only one&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; You are my only, my only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-18T09:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-18T16:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T01:19:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;"Love is proving your doubters wrong."&lt;/font&gt;

Holy shit my new haircut is awful.</content>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-17T23:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-18T06:23:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-18T06:23:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>That new Xtina and Nelly song.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday to my momma on September 17.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Matty's daddy on September 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slit my throat and hope I cry.</content>
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    <title>Can you hear me scream?</title>
    <published>2004-09-15T06:06:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-15T06:14:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can scream as loud as my lungs will let me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you even hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAM?!&lt;br /&gt;Thrown in all directions,&lt;br /&gt;Epitome of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;She's lost her will...&lt;br /&gt;TiMe Is StAnDiNg StIlL.</content>
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    <title>450 dollars?? Man, that'd get me far.</title>
    <published>2004-09-13T23:58:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-13T23:58:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Varsity Blues"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine called me this afternoon. She has dropped out of school and desperately needed 450 dollars to pay her school bills or else her mom is kicking her out of her house and taking away her car. I thought about how cool it was that she felt comfortable enough to call me and ask such a huge favor...after, of course, I felt incredibly bad for her. I thought about who I would call in such circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went to the driving range today and hit &lt;strong&gt;every single ball&lt;/strong&gt; 100 yards or more. They say practice makes perfect, and today was the first time in a long while that I have actually been proud of myself for something. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel like I have conquered something I wanted so desperately to be good at. I may not be my best yet, and I know I have a lot of learning left to do, but I feel like I took a huge step in a good direction today. I hope &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are proud of me...because I am proud of myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a lot of reading to do in my Communication book due Thursday. I got a good start on it this morning but I still have more to go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My stomach's being weird today, but I can't even stop smiling.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I love me some Snoop D-O double Gizzle</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T06:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T06:30:11Z</updated>
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    <title>luckiest_heart @ 2004-09-12T00:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-12T06:15:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-12T06:29:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>drunken kids upstairs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;I'm the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side and sometimes I want to kill myself. So there's your &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm d-u-n DONE!</title>
    <published>2004-09-07T16:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-07T16:00:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Breaking the Habit" by Linkin Park</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well, I am totally moved into my apartment! The only thing I have left to do is buy a computer chair and groceries...cuz that's necessary...don't have the internet yet which means no IM's or LJ which means I have to be home to do those things, but it's ok because I already have a stalker! It's wonderful (NOT) and scares the living shit out of me. Not only because I'm a 19 year old girl, but because I'm at the apartment alone until Amy moves in. I hate being alone, it scares me a LOT. It's ok, the more friends I can have come visit the better, really. So, hey, you, if you wanna come visit me, DO IT!! I'd love to have you and cook you something in my brand new crock pot. :) (I am turning Betty Crocker as we speak!) My bed is super comfortable too, which I am all kinds of excited about. I need to decorate more, however. The place is looking a little bland. Anyways, I'm off to shower (cuz I smell....a lot) and then run some errands.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;P.S. Thinking about cutting my hair little longer than shoulder length...any thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give you the moon at night&lt;br&gt;I'll give you the stars to light your eyes&lt;br&gt;I'll give you the sun to make just one more dawn&lt;br&gt;So another day may come&lt;br&gt;I'll give you my heart and soul&lt;br&gt;I'll be there to catch you when you fall&lt;br&gt;When you ask me what I'll give to you&lt;br&gt;Love, I'll give it all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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