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  <title>KarmaKitty's Litterbox &lt;3</title>
  <subtitle>My Rants, Insights, and Useless Ramblings.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-10-16T21:50:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karmakitty85:8110</id>
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    <title>Happy Pills</title>
    <published>2008-10-16T21:46:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-16T21:50:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am back on anti-depressants again.....feelin' da buzz!!!!...but seriously...all I wanna do is sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly I have borderline personality disorder and depression, and mental health will &amp;quot;be in touch.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend now, he is nice, and I live in fear that as soon as he gets to know me better, and has had his fill of me I will be left alone. Which would suck, because I am actually kinda crazy about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I need, I am sick of this fucking empty echoing feeling that never goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late Entry: I just noticed the &amp;quot;vagina is closed for business&amp;quot; post and yeah....I kinda let one return customer in...a couple times....*cough...cough*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karmakitty85:7931</id>
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    <title>The Welcome Emptiness</title>
    <published>2008-10-03T20:38:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-03T20:38:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I hear you calling,&lt;br /&gt;My welcome emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;An emptiness that consumes,&lt;br /&gt;I crave you like the earth craves sun,&lt;br /&gt;Every dull ache,&lt;br /&gt;Every dizzy whirl,&lt;br /&gt;Every tear,&lt;br /&gt;Brings me closer to the goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to the temptations,&lt;br /&gt;Not realizing I close my eyes to the world,&lt;br /&gt;Upon opening I see a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;So melancholy, so insecure, so twistedly strong,&lt;br /&gt;I hide beneath thick cloaks of fabric,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my frame hidden beneath,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes for a long pause,&lt;br /&gt;Because the confusion is too much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when will my eyes close forever?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karmakitty85:7670</id>
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    <title>karmakitty85 @ 2008-09-25T18:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T01:16:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T01:16:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey sexi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;asl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;who are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;jeff, im from some site u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you have a pic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;no sorry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;whi is your nickname &amp;quot;d&amp;quot; if you are jeff? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;my last name is damon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahhh ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;your hot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;thx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;u must have a b/f?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats a shocker haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont know, thought you would have a b/f&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are lots of good looking guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;are you from pof?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have friends on that site but not me, how many ppl have u met on pof?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am trying to figure out how you got my email then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;question...... do u only meet guys that r good looking or do you meet any guy to see how they are in person?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i am not super critical when it comes to looks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i draw the line at morbid obesity and bad hygeine though lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;whos the latest guy that you've been talking to on here from pof?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;why do you want to know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;im just trying to make a conversation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am hoping this isn't &amp;quot;Darren&amp;quot; from the westside.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;why is he some weirdo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just need to know how you got my email, sorry but i am just a little security concious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;so please show me your profile, or tell me how you got my email&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got it from a site from a friend, kyle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't know a kyle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ummm, he supposely knows you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;how long do you have to know the person before meeting them in person?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i usually like to chat online a couple times, talk on phone, and then see, why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;just curious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;so whos the last person you've chatted on here from pof?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;why do you want to know so bad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause im really curious&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;why are you really curious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;just i really find this interesting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's funny, because that darren guy also had the same screen name of &amp;quot;D&amp;quot; and he was also f&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;fixated on thinking i met a bunch of people off there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok so it is darren, im just wondering whos the latest guy you've talked to yesterday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am not stupid, and i really don't like these games, why do you want to kno9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause i wanna know if he makes u happy or atleast i mean someone that you may want to meet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am not seeing anyone, i havent seen anyone since you, i have been too busy, i have guy friends, but they are just friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i thought you didnt want to talk to me anymore? and why are you still messaging me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;you should meet him or whoever his name is k, you should&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;D says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause i want you to find a guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dir&gt;&lt;/dir&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#545454" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LiLi says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Palatino Linotype" color="#800080" size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;tell me why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sushi and Seduction.</title>
    <published>2008-09-25T17:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T17:13:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I try to close my eyes and drift into the depths of sleep, but I can't. There is a stranger in my bed and every time I move his arm flips over and pulls me against him. If I had told him to go home last night I am sure that his heart would of dropped to the floor faster than any articles of clothing did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it started off the same as it always does. We have dinner and I sit there watching how he twitches under my penetrating gaze, causing him to blurt out tales that would amuse his friends at a local watering hole over pizza. He does not realize that I am putting my mind into a lower mental gear so that I can speak to him of the mundane things such as television, the club scene, and cars. I look over the sushi menu and pick with ease my favourite pieces and I can tell that he is craving nothing more than chicken wings, fries, and all things fried and common.  I remind myself why I am doing this, why I am here, and I regain my focus. I am twenty two years old, and for some reason I cannot connect with men, or rather, boys, my age. I try to find attraction in his face, but all I see are his baby like cheeks and uncertain gaze, nothing like the confidence of those older than he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall having sushi with my older lovers. They would pick me up in nice cars and hold open the door for me as I politely tuck myself inside. While we drove there I would smell their cologne and notice their tidy and almost professional way of dressing. We would sit and talk about worldly things such as travel, art, and politics while I playfully flutter my lashes and they gaze as me sensually. Afterwards we would typically go for a walk trying to distract ourselves from the attraction. At a lull in conversation they would brush their heavy hands as gently as possible against my cheek and softly kiss me as their tongue enters my mouth, making me require the support of their arms around me. For a moment the world stops, and I am intoxicated by the experience of them. There was no fumbling and no insecurity, just raw experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am sitting here explaining to him the subtleties of Japanese cuisine while he looks at me with childlike expression of learning. I recall how his kisses were. I was watching a movie, and then out of no where his arm lands behind me with a heavy flop. He pulls me towards him and pushes his tongue into my mouth with urgency. It makes me wonder where the film crew is, because I am fairly certain this is the start of a pornographic movie. He paws at me like a clumsy bear and I am trying to figure out why I am allowing this to happen. This is not the dance of seduction, but rather an act of primal urges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he pushes himself against me I yearn for the feeling on my experienced hands tracing down my neck, and the feeling of hardened muscles, free of baby fat. Why must I be such an old soul?</content>
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    <title>Things that guys do that piss me off....</title>
    <published>2008-09-20T00:53:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T00:53:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here is a list of things guys do that really piss me off and I am SICK of!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They are interested in you, but don't want to call you because of the ego, and get mad when you don't call them.....SORRY I DON'T CHASE!&lt;br /&gt;2) They make plans to meet up with you the next day, and they don't call during the day to confirm, but instead call halfways through the evening and expect you to be waiting by the phone....I HAVE A LIFE, AND I AM NOT GOING TO WAIT AT HOME FOR A FUCKING CALL!&lt;br /&gt;3) They talk about their exes incessantly and constantly talk about how they &amp;quot;have put up walls&amp;quot; etc...etc...wow THANKS&amp;nbsp;for the BAGGAGE.&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp;They constantly make comments about how they find a chick hot infront of their friends when you are sitting RIGHT&amp;nbsp;there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many....many....other things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out drinking....</content>
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    <title>FUCK YOU STEWART B.</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T23:04:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T23:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Guess what! your gossip and lies have reached me. I left that &amp;quot;group&amp;quot; for a reason, and frankly I thought we ended things with respect, but you didn't keep up your end of the deal. I kept my mouth shut about all the drama and thought you had as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who ends up reading this, he ended things with me out of fear that we may not work out on the long term because of the age difference, and admitted he was embarrassed about how old I am. I was upset, because what he had done was acted like everything was great before he went on a holiday, then came back and told me over the phone hours before a party we were going to attend together. We talked on the phone and agreed to be civil, but not the bullshit comes back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went and told a couple people the reason why we broke up was because I wanted babies, yes that's right, which made me scream:&amp;nbsp;WHAT&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK. &lt;strong&gt;Everyone who knows me knows two three things: I am not ready for that, I am not into babies they freak me out, and I wouldn't do that without a huge rock and a nice home.&lt;/strong&gt; I would not have babies with him, and never, EVER considered it. If I wanted fat babies with an aging creepy dad who is obsessed with his current child to the point of being disturbing then I wouldn't of been on the depo shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that we broke up, because ever since then I have been having amazing sex with better looking and more successful men, and I have the potential for great relationships when I am ready. It must be sad to be an over weight, divorced, geeky,&amp;nbsp;40-something who calls himself a dom but is only capable of spanking and a few knots. And side note:&amp;nbsp;please buy new fetish clothes, unless of course you want your so-called &amp;quot;friends&amp;quot; to keep laughing at you for years to come.&lt;/p&gt;So shut your mouth. I have lost all respect for you, and don't EVER say my name to anyone again.</content>
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    <title>CHICKEN IS NOT A VEGETABLE.</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T20:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T20:13:42Z</updated>
    <category term="chicken"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANNOT CALL YOURSELF A VEGETARIAN IF YOU EAT CHICKEN. CHICKEN IS NOT A VEGETABLE. I AM SICK OF PEOPLE SAYING THEY ARE VEGETARIAN AND EATING CHICKEN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCORDING TO MERRIAM WEBSTER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="        entry misc"&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="hwrd"&gt;Main Entry: &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="hwrd"&gt;&lt;span class="variant"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="func"&gt;Function: &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="func"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="date"&gt;Date: &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="date"&gt;1849 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="            sense_label start"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; of or relating to &lt;a class="formulaic" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vegetarians"&gt;vegetarians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="            sense_label start"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; consisting wholly of &lt;a class="formulaic" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vegetables"&gt;vegetables&lt;/a&gt;, fruits, grains, nuts, and sometimes eggs or dairy products &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&amp;lt;a &lt;em&gt;vegetarian&lt;/em&gt; diet&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of a CHICKEN:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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 is a picture of VEGETABLES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/economy/pictures/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 179px" alt="" src="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/economy/pictures/chicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;a href="http://www.davidsonread.com/commercial/images/vegetable_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 172px" alt="" src="http://www.davidsonread.com/commercial/images/vegetable_main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>My Theory of The Universe and Success.</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T19:29:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T19:29:22Z</updated>
    <category term="the secret"/>
    <category term="success"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;So here is my theory, it's kind of like &amp;quot;the Secret,&amp;quot; but anyways....this is my version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you really want something, a job, a home, money, success, etc. what you have to do is state that you will have it, verbalize it, write it down, whatever. After doing this you have to conciously tell your self it is going to happen and not cast doubt. It could take a couple days, couple months, or years, but it will happen. During the waiting period, there will be signs provided to you, to tell you if you are on the right path. Example:&amp;nbsp;I had a client mention to me they are in need of paramedics, I was intruiged so I look up the courses, the courses fit perfectly with my schedule,then I proceeded to write down that it is going to happen (the request)&amp;nbsp;I met this guy who recently took the course who is willing to chat with me about it and lend me the books, and this past week I have had paramedics in line behind me at coffee shops and even had an ambulance park beside me yesterday. These are all signs that resulted after my request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate on this further, it is essentially the process of like attracting like, and your mind being focused on something, thus the pathways are open for it to happen. &lt;u&gt;In addition, accumulating good karma along the way will help greatly in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stages in Brief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Write it down, &lt;br /&gt;2) Believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Watch for signs, take any action you can towards the goal,&amp;nbsp;and wait. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>My Vagina is Closed for Business.</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T19:17:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T19:17:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;I am sick, at work, and tried from being up all night thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to always tell myself that it was men who used me for sex, and that they were the ones searching for it. Today I realized, a lot of the problem was me. I loved to be a cock tease because it makes me feel attractive and wanted, but after it is all said and done I still do not get the closeness that I want and that I deserve. I met a guy I like, and I have a feeling it is fucked up now because we did it so...very...soon. So I have decided this, I am now going to not sleep with anyone until they have reached a point of emotional closeness and friendship with me. The truth is, I allow them to use me, and it was something I searched for thinking it is what I wanted, but it's not. A friend on mine described me as a smart, young professional type, and that made me feel really good because it means that I deserve something better, and someone successful. She thinks that the problem is mainly that guys don't meet my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and connect with this guy who took the paramedic course for coffee, and direct my focus onto that, and put my pussy on lock. I think I am seriously a sex addict, and this text of will power will reveal a lot about my self control and impulsive behaviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Awesome Video and Song!</title>
    <published>2008-09-16T14:50:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T18:25:28Z</updated>
    <category term="japanese"/>
    <category term="music"/>
    <lj:music>Jab - Modoronai!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&amp;lt;/lj-embed&amp;gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid="4" style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Another Update</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T17:39:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T17:40:55Z</updated>
    <category term="paramedic"/>
    <category term="new car"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Recent things that have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have three guys wanting to go on dates this weekend. I am a very, very, confused girl. I am not serious with any of them, I am actually in the process of narrowing down who I would like to be with. I am a very loyal and loving person, that being said, I want to find someone worth my loyalty and love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may have a date tonight....if he calls back to confirm! I hate wiating by the phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a new car!&amp;nbsp;I love my new car! I have named her &amp;quot;Blueberry.&amp;quot;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am thinking about becoming a paramedic, but I am battling with self-doubt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ten Fun Things About Being A Buddhist</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T17:33:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T17:33:49Z</updated>
    <category term="buddhist"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Ten Fun Things About Being A Buddhist&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entrytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is something someone shared with me the other day&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Fun Things About Being A Buddhist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You can walk around in a robe all day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Two words, Tantric practice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. While looking like you are in blissful meditation, you can be thinking about next week&amp;rsquo;s point spread on the football games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. You can give yourself an exotic name like Lama Rama Bama. Sure beats Bob Picklesmith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. You have a good excuse not to eat meatloaf anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. If you lose your hair and eat yourself into obesity, you can claim you are emulating Hotei, &amp;lsquo;the laughing Buddha&amp;rsquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Hey, it&amp;rsquo;s not my fault! Must be your karma baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. More zen books than you can read in ten kalpas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. If you screw up this life, you get to try again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. The precepts aren&amp;rsquo;t commandments, just suggestions? Well, alrighty then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Potential Novel.</title>
    <published>2008-08-31T06:34:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T17:35:02Z</updated>
    <category term="novel"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- IDEA&amp;nbsp;NIXED....(For fear of idea stealing.....) - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time I have told myself that&amp;nbsp;a goal in my life is to write a novel, that will get published, before&amp;nbsp;I die. I keep on saying that, but never get the motivation to do it. Since I am always on the go, and thoughts constantly just pop into my head I have decided I am going to post snippets of it on here, and eventually smoothly transition it all into a coherent and edited plotline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel I am wroking on is largely fictional, but there are a few real life experiences and snippets thrown in. I need to feel an emotional connection to the work to make it possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my blog is now largely a white board for ideas, scenes, and other snippets of a greater work.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Delicacy of Fresh Pleasure.</title>
    <published>2008-08-27T06:27:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T06:27:42Z</updated>
    <category term="poem"/>
    <category term="predator"/>
    <lj:music>Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Around the outer corners of the soiree,&lt;br /&gt;I walk with smooth confident steps,&lt;br /&gt;My hunger muffled by a seductive purr,&lt;br /&gt;I look for those who have walked away alone,&lt;br /&gt;The ones with their heads down,&lt;br /&gt;And their eyes hungry,&lt;br /&gt;I impress them with my painted face,&lt;br /&gt;And I intoxicate them with my perfume,&lt;br /&gt;When they are high I coax them into my den,&lt;br /&gt;I reveal their bodies to my hungry eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They feed off my body,&lt;br /&gt;As I feed off theirs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there we lie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted after the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;(but our bellies are still empty).&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Collage....</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T22:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T22:08:47Z</updated>
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    <title>Here's hoping...</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T21:37:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T21:37:14Z</updated>
    <category term="psychologist"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I applied for medical benefits today, because I may be seeing a psychologist soon. There are things happening that I cannot talk about on here. All I can say is, I hope I get approved for the benefits. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>My date.</title>
    <published>2008-08-24T18:15:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-24T18:15:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Disco Lies -Moby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I met someone, I really like him. We chatted, had phenomenal sex all night, and cuddled. He jokingly said "I know this is soon but, will you marry me?" it was a joke, but I can kind of see him as someone I could possibly be serious with so far. I just hope he feels the same and I wasn't used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a house party that evening aswell and connected with some old friends, it was really nice to see them again. Pathological liar was there, but oh well. She avoided me and sat outside in a corner.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karmakitty85:3460</id>
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    <title>Super Positive Week!</title>
    <published>2008-08-21T21:36:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-21T21:36:40Z</updated>
    <category term="work"/>
    <lj:music>Madonna - Give it to me.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am finally feeling good energy from&amp;nbsp;people and it&amp;nbsp;feels&amp;nbsp;great. A former co-worker&amp;nbsp;of mine came in today, she&amp;nbsp;is a totally&amp;nbsp;sweet character who I loved working with, but got laid off. Anyway...she got a full time job and is loving it, I am so happy for her! she truly deserves it. She says that if&amp;nbsp;anything comes up at Interior Health she will let me know (benefits,&amp;nbsp;better pay, etc.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my evaluation, and my boss told me I am doing really well, and gave me a bonus&amp;nbsp;in a thankyou card then took the whole staff out to lunch, it was really nice of her, I then got to hangout with some friends after the meeting and do a bit of shopping which was fab.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, one thing that kind of irked me, is the guy who covers for me on Tuesdays, asked my boss if she would give him Thursday as well (this would mean, I would lose my full time). She told him no, because that would mean I would be homeless, and that his hours are set, so deal with it. I am thankful she made such a kind and wise decision. I can't believe he would do that, especially after I have been so friendly to him, that he would go and try to steal my sole source of income. He works as a school teacher most of the year, so he isn't hurting for job opportunities.....what a stunt cock.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I'm not going to let him get to me.</content>
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    <title>GREEN TEAM!!!!</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T08:20:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T08:20:50Z</updated>
    <category term="will ferrel"/>
    <category term="green team"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;</content>
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    <title>karmakitty85 @ 2008-08-20T01:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T08:03:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T08:04:07Z</updated>
    <category term="craving"/>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii320/transcendentation/Motherly-Buddha-Buddhist-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii320/transcendentation/Motherly-Buddha-Buddhist-art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Just as a tree, though cut down, can grow again and again if its roots are undamaged and strong, in the same way if the roots of craving are not wholly uprooted sorrows will come again and again.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:karmakitty85:2735</id>
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    <title>Reflection on Love.</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T06:56:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T07:47:10Z</updated>
    <category term="love"/>
    <content type="html">Beneath my perfumed, make-upped, and tanned exterior there is a heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know at times I seem a bit harsh in my commentary, or perhaps a bit cold.&amp;nbsp;But I have a huge heart, and with age I am learning that my child-like approach of greet the whole world as a friend has to be changed a bit, because there are wolves among&amp;nbsp;lambs. My heart goes to my good friends, and most of all my family. They have been there for me my whole life,&amp;nbsp;and have worried and cheered for me along the way. They may not know this, but I remember when they would be crying thinking I was going to die as a child. I remember that because the emotions were so dense they filled the room long after the words and tears were gone, and it clung to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my heart will go to someone. I just hope they realize that my&amp;nbsp;love is intense, loyal, and passionate. I also hope they realize....that all&amp;nbsp;I ask&amp;nbsp;is that they realize my devotion and seriousness and match it equally before wanting my heart.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the challenge is, can a man see beyond&amp;nbsp;my physical appearance to see such a heart? or is something so intense discovered&amp;nbsp;later with great shock and rejection?&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>The Longest Rant in History.</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T06:45:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T07:48:09Z</updated>
    <category term="rant"/>
    <category term="dogs"/>
    <category term="addiction"/>
    <lj:music>Metro Station - Shake it</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is a rant I have to get off my chest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;nbsp;are like ancient&amp;nbsp;Rome, except we have more technology and have forgotten about the downfall of such an empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I see fat, entitled, vain people who seem to think they have more value than anyone else. We are gluttons, seriously. I see families stuffing their faces at a&amp;nbsp;McDonalds as I drive past, the grease dripping down their adolescent daughters over-make-upped&amp;nbsp;face&amp;nbsp;while the father sits next to his keys for his overpriced gas guzzling SUV that has never seen a 4x4&amp;nbsp;trail or even maximum occupants. But you know that they think they are something special because they are white, middle class, and can turn a blind eye to what is really going on. When they go home they will&amp;nbsp;criticize the poor on the street who are enslaved to drugs and&amp;nbsp;sneer at the squeegee boy who wants to clean the windshield so the aching&amp;nbsp;pain of addiciton in his bones may cease tonight. The funny thing is, when they get home, good ol' Mommy will be on the designer leather&amp;nbsp;couch passed out because she took a ton of Valium that her&amp;nbsp;over-pricerd psychiatrist gave her, while across town the squeegee boy is passed out on a cold bench. But they are *so* different.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cream always rises to the top, but I hate to tell you, shit also floats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another corner of town Christians are busy offering the poor and mentally challenged friendship....only if they are willing to sign over their soul, donate money, and be active in their organization. Wow what a transaction. For those of you who don't believe me, I have seen it. Some of the most lonely of my clients have been approached by their new "friends" and go to bed sobbing because they feel God will be angry with them because they called someone a name. I am not into Jesus, and they are free to believe in the wondeful fairytale if they wish, but heaven forbid they should respect my beliefs. I have to deal with people giving me pamphlets and leaving brochures in my mailbox, not realizing the environmental waste that is occuring due to their religious insecurities. Keep on chopping those tress down, becase we REALLY need more copies of the Watchtower to line birdcages and equip outhouses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of insecurities....why can't we trust eachother anymore? people have relationships where they cannot give eachother space and small freedoms. I was admittedly one of those, but the relationship was insecure, because we both knew we didn\t love eachother but were in denial about it ending because of the frustrations of moving and dividing assets really. We were both big stoners and it would be *such* effort to divide and pack dishes. Anyway...I was talking to a guy I am slightly interested in, and his ex would flip if he was out for 30 mins to go lift weights or something. And it made me think of an analogy that I tell my clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine you are in a park. Your body is relaxed and you hold out your pam gently and open to the world. In your palm are seeds. These seeds are your compassionate understanding, and loving self, your "best" self. You are patient, and eventually a bird comes to eat these seeds because their sweetness is attractive. If you fear losing this bird, your grip will tighten, and tighten, and tighten, and the bird will struggle and attempt to push free, never wanting to look back. However, imagine you hand remaining open, so if the bird is meant to be with you, and wishes to be with you, it will love you for respecting it's freedom and cherishing it for the moments it remains.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat the world with love, and compassion, and things will attract. We truly own nothing, but what do we do? we feel entitled to all the forests, seas, and resources.All is impermanent! everything degrades, the woman you are with will one day grow old, the house you live in will not stand forever, the car you drivbe will one day cease to move, and the wonderful meal you just ate comes out as manure, But what endures you ask? love, kindness, respect, and truth. These are your true companions that will follow you into the next life as good karma. Recognize that the junkie you saw is your brother, and in a next life you may meet again. See the sufferings in life, and correct them using the above said tools,. Suffering is universal, it knows no class, no race, or no age. It follows us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the one to respect the opinion of others, and learn abouit noble silence. Be the one to perhaps hold a door open for a homeless person or give them an empty bottle. Be the one to give a partner freedom and love, and bask in the return of such things. Understand there is a middle path in life, moderation so to speak, and limit your foot print on this Earth, because you are not entitled to all that you may think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, people need to stop flipping out over wildlife around. Seriously. We have conquered the whole Earth by now. Where are they to go? so a deer nibbled on your hedges...get over it. It's 2008 and you can afford a house with a yard, life musn't be that tough. As far as hunters go, they are the ultimate selfish bastards. You purposely go out of your way to kill something so you can feel like a man, where there is food available at the local supermarket that will be thrown out and wasted. It's not cheaper, and guess what? it's not right. Let's take a lesson from a champion hunter: When a lion's belly is full, it does not hunt, your bellies are full, so put down the gun and get a better hobby. How about wilderness photography? so you can capture the beauty of a living and free being and enjoy the outdoors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. Pets. I know they are cute, but they are living beings, If you cannot get off the couch to change the channel if you lost your remote control, if your idea of a walk is across the Wal-Mart&amp;nbsp;parking lot, or if you think having a big dog will make you look macho, don't get a pet. If you don't devote the time to it, you will have an animal that will bark and whine to the point where neighbours will be glaring at you like the guy who brought vienna sausage to the vegetarian luncheon. Leashes are there for a reason as well, those signs that say "dogs on leash" prevent people from getting bitten or irritated. When I am sitting on my beach blanket, and your big mutt comes up to me and licks my snacks, and you say "it's okay! he's friendly!" that's all fine and dandy....but I am not! I don't have a dog for a reason. Keep it on a leash, pick up it's shit, and keep it quiet. Because the rest of us didn't get the dog, you did, you are responsible for it. And newsflash....pit bulls are aggressive. Look at the name. They were bred to have a temperment and strength that would take down a fucking bull in a pack, so it's not a family pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we as humans are not entitled to anything, and we are not as wonderful as we think we are. Believe it or not, the world is not our whore, if we fuck it and leave it for dead, where are we going to go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final note. Men...wake up. If you think you have the right to tell your girlfriend to lose weight, look at yourself before you comment. Too many guys think they are worthy of supermodels while letting themselves go completely. How about you try charming women with intellect, style, and a warm heart, rather than arrogance, casual dress, and a hard cock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women.....birth control. You have the power, use it. Some people in this world cannot be relied upon for support. And the courts have a hard time traking down some of these assholes for child support.&amp;nbsp;It is hard to pick up a new man when your shirt has baby puke on it, your car is filled with crayon marks, and your kid looks at your date and says "are you my Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued........&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>My cat didn't come home last night.</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T16:06:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T07:31:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fugees - No Woman No Cry</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am worried, usually the little fuzzy bastard ends up cuddling in my bed halfway through the night, and wakes up meowing for his mushy food. I think he is punishing me for staying out late. I also think he has to learn that he&amp;nbsp;isn't management in my life.....ugh...parenting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just reminds me also of the shitty side of relationships. "Honey where were you?...I got off work and I was home alone...bored....you know it wouldn't of hurt for you to of called...." Or the other type&amp;nbsp;that don't care that you were gone for a long period of time, and don't even call or anything&amp;nbsp;because...well...they don't care. Whatever happened to people being shades of grey instead of&amp;nbsp;black and white?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>karmakitty85 @ 2008-08-15T10:17:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-15T17:18:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T08:12:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conquer the angry man by love. &lt;br /&gt;Conquer the ill-natured man by goodness. &lt;br /&gt;Conquer the miser with generosity. &lt;br /&gt;Conquer the liar with truth.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="4"&gt;The Dhammapada&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1576/6560873/17114243/271217815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1576/6560873/17114243/271217815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>I Love You Not.</title>
    <published>2008-08-15T17:03:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T07:15:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I recall when I thought I loved you, &lt;br /&gt;In your face I imagined what I wanted, &lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&amp;nbsp;I denied the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the park who spun, and spun, &lt;br /&gt;...and the aged hands that held her smooth shoulders as she wavered, &lt;br /&gt;The sun grew too bright and she&amp;nbsp;shielded her face&amp;nbsp;with your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;you making me stay still, &lt;br /&gt;You heavy presence of years&amp;nbsp;yearning for me to slow, &lt;br /&gt;In my mind I simply wanted to spin in a world young to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearned for this constant comfort, &lt;br /&gt;and you got tried of&amp;nbsp;trying&amp;nbsp;to focus, &lt;br /&gt;...upon a light so bright, sparkling, and erratic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love you, &lt;br /&gt;But in the end your aged&amp;nbsp;body and still mind, &lt;br /&gt;Proved unable to&amp;nbsp;keep pace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; (To prevent misunderstanding...This isn't about you S.B.....don't flatter yourself, you were one of many but at least you were the first one to "attempt" being a dominant....by the way, to stop the gossip that continued on.... Yes, I did fuck him, and it was great to be with someone who actually knew how to remain in control...)</content>
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