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  <title>If you want something, don't ask for nothing..</title>
  <subtitle>..If you want nothing, don't ask for something.</subtitle>
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    <name>Gretchen [x]</name>
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  <updated>2005-02-17T10:13:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:68987</id>
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    <title>Promo-whoring. &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2005-02-17T10:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-17T10:13:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Promo for a community I made. Join or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/hidebehindbeauty/anotherpromo.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_____emolyrics' lj:user='____emolyrics' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/____emolyrics/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/____emolyrics/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;____emolyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:65855</id>
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    <title>Word.</title>
    <published>2005-02-12T03:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-12T03:46:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am not leaving. I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say for right now. Heh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:65149</id>
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    <title>I WILL KILL YOU.</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T05:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T05:59:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, I had to add one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOEVER THE BITCH IS THAT STOLE PICS OF ME AND PRETENED TO BE ME IN A CERTAIN COMMUNITY IS GOING TO GET IT. SO, I SUGGEST THAT YOU JUST GIVE IT UP AND TELL ME WHO IN THE FUCK YOU ARE SO I CAN HUNT YOU DOWN AND RIP YOUR HEART OUT OF YOUR CHEST. IT'S NOT MY MOTHER FUCKING FAULT THAT YOU'RE UGLY AND NEED TO STEAL OTHER PEOPLE'S PICTURES AND PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. YOU FUCKING STALKER. WATCH WHO YOU'RE FUCKING WITH, WHORE.. BECAUSE I WILL KILL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, WHOEVER GOT ON MY LJ AND DELETED ALL MY USER INFO IS GOING TO DIE TOO. HAVE A NICE TIME TRYING TO HACK INTO MY ACCOUNT AGAIN, BECAUSE I'VE GOT ONE HARD ASS PASSWORD TO FIGURE OUT. FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU. HELL, YOU'RE PROBABLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON. IF I FIND OUT SOMEONE ELSE TRIES THE SAME SHIT, YOU'RE GOING DOWN TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice night.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:64818</id>
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    <title>I can't fucking sleep, and I had to say this.</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T05:48:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T05:48:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright.. Levi, I tried to sleep. But, I couldn't. So, I came downstairs.. Went potty and decided I needed to write this on here for everyone to read.. And when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE. Even the unfortunate people who aren't on my friends list. Anyways, here is goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;To my love, my life.. &lt;b&gt;Levi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 You know you mean the world to me. I love you more than anything and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You and you alone. I want to get married, have kids, and grow old together. I will love you even when you're old, saggy, and losing your beautiful hair. You aren't just a someone. You are my LOVE. You mean EVERYTHING AND MORE to me. You are the most amazing person in the world and you're what keeps my heart beating from day to day. &lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I am off to bed. I get to spend the day with Levi tomorrow, and I can't wait.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:63976</id>
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    <title>Promote..</title>
    <published>2005-02-10T10:12:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-10T10:18:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/hidebehindbeauty/butterflies.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_get_your___gunn' lj:user='get_your___gunn' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/get_your___gunn/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/get_your___gunn/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;get_your___gunn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah.. Go and join.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:63148</id>
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    <title>Woop woop!</title>
    <published>2005-02-10T05:50:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-10T05:50:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~faygo_fatkids" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/deadjuggalette/jamie4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fuck, it's FAYGO_FATKIDS! Join you bitches.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:61125</id>
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    <title>Fuck you bitches.</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T09:03:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T09:03:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I am getting fucking sick of stupid random people leaving me anonymous comments and e-mailing me. PEOPLE, get a fucking clue. I swear.. I am going to have to ban anonymous posts I guess. I have deleted like 600 in the past 5 minutes. What is the fucking point in e-mailing someone you've never talked to anyways? Are you people missing the reasoning part of your brain? For fuck's sake.. Get a clue.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:59119</id>
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    <title>Friends only, negros.</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T07:45:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-10T08:26:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/hidebehindbeauty/FriendsOnly.bmp"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;You know the drill.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:58753</id>
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    <title>Ehh..</title>
    <published>2005-02-08T06:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-08T06:55:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was talking to Levi on AIM and he just went away. He does it a lot, so I am used to it.. But this time, he never came back. Which made me sad.. Actually, it made me cry. I really wanted to talk to him about something. He got his new cell phone and I decided to text him. It kinda sounded mean, but I didn't mean for it to. So now I feel bad about that. I am going to stay up until he leaves for work so I can talk to him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:58119</id>
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    <title>Blah..</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T05:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T05:57:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a pretty boring day. I just sat around. Yay, what a life. Oh! I went to Wal-Mart and bought a cake because my sister wanted one. Oh yeah, it was sooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made Levi a layout. I did a damn good job too. Fuck yes, I rock. I made Kaitlyn one too. Yay.. I have talent. I should make money doing this HTML shit. I'm pretty effing good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to Courtney in weeks. I am starting to think that something is wrong with her, and I am getting worried. We used to talk all the time and now, we NEVER talk. It's starting to scare me just a little bit. Oh Core, come back.. I miss you! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi, I just want to tell you that I love you. You're my sweet sugar bear snuffle lump! &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:57955</id>
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    <title>Hrm..</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T05:53:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T05:53:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alone In The Dark is one badass movie. Holy shit, there is so much violence in it that it will make your head spin. Yess.. It rocked. I &amp;lt;3 that movie! Go fucking see it, now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:57717</id>
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    <title>Layout crazy..</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T21:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T21:36:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been making layouts like no other. I am soo tired and my hand hurts from typing. I think I might go take a nap now, since I have nothing else to freaking do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:57489</id>
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    <title>Arrg!</title>
    <published>2005-02-05T03:53:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-05T04:03:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So my mom looked at my hand, which is bleeding in 7 places, and she told me to wear my sister's brace thing.. Because my hand is all purple and shit. Then she went on and on about how I shouldn't hit walls. It was either me hit a wall, or me blow up on some random person and hit them. Take your pick mom.. Heh, when my dad sees my wall he is going to yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. I heard something tonight that pissed me off. If I find out that it's true I am going to kill the bitch who said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me being short tempered.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:57209</id>
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    <title>Ahh..</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T23:54:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T23:57:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;He is so beautiful.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v604/hidebehindbeauty/wuvi.bmp"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:56874</id>
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    <title>..And faith is replaced by the logic, so cold.</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T21:22:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T21:28:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>taking back sunday // you're so last summer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Those dead leaves share the same fate as me. Neverless, I love you would solve anything. My knuckles are bleeding and it's all your fault.. Or so I thought. These actions I fear are playing circles, everything is stuck on repeat. Get in the car, it's our only safe place. Only when we're alone I see your true self. In a crowd you'll hide in your shell.. Shelter yourslef from everyone, including me. When I con you out, everything is fine.. As you promise to never let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write.</content>
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    <title>So obviously desperate..</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T20:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T20:36:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>taking back sunday // you know how i do</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fuck, I am bored as shit. I am waiting on Levi to get back online. I wanted to see if he would go to the movies with me tomorrow.. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he didn't know. Ehhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make a shirt now, out of like 6 other shirts. Yay for my talent.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:56552</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;33</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T20:14:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T20:14:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;You are the reoccurring kind....&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;center&gt;You never really leave my mind.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:56307</id>
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    <title>Ehh..</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T20:00:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T20:00:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THERE'S NO BLAME FOR HOW OUR LOVE DID SLOWLY FADE.. AND NOW THAT IT'S GONE IT'S LIKE IT WASNT THERE AT ALL.. AND HERE I REST WHERE DISAPPOINTMENT AND REGRET COLLIDE, LYING AWAKE AT NIGHT. WHEM I'M LYING AWAKE AT NIGHT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie.. &amp;lt;/3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:55869</id>
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    <title>Bad mood, very VERY bad mood.</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T06:28:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T06:28:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bright eyes //method acting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So.. Here I am, yet again in another violent bad mood. Only this time, I took action. Yeah, I am pissed off and I have NO reason to be. I sat here for like 20 minutes until I couldn't hold it in anymore, then I ran to my room.. Walked into my closet and put my fist through the wall. I was like 4 centemeters from hitting a stud. I wish I would of, I was trying to break my hand. Ehh, oh well. Actually, I feel a little better after hitting the wall. Now, I am in pain.. Which I can't complain about, seeing how it's my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to think that Levi just went to bed. He has been online for like 4 hours, but he's been idle the entire time. He hasn't come back.. And I don't think he's going to. Well Levi, if you're reading this.. (and I know you're bound to) I love you, very very VEEEERRRRYYY much!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:55794</id>
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    <title>My actions are orchestrated from above.</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T04:01:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T04:01:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bright eyes // you will. you? will. you? will. you? will.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"I'll see you in a couple of days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, I don't want it to be a couple of days. But, it's not my call.. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;Are you the love of my lifetime? Because there have been my doubts. We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parent's house.. I wish we were there now. It took so long to figure out what this book has been about.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are lyrics from a Bright Eyes song. I &amp;lt;3 Bright Eyes.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:55469</id>
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    <title>In a hurry...</title>
    <published>2005-02-03T15:55:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-03T15:55:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>story of the year // in the shadows</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Getting ready, getting ready.. Going to see Levi at work so I am getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I made a little melody in my head as I typed that down. It would probably seem funnier if you could hear it, but you can't. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the biggest dork you will ever come across. Just thought I should let you all know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi, I love you.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:backseatkiller:55136</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;/3</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T06:03:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T06:03:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>further seems forever // just until sundown</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It wasn't real, it was just a dream.. I just have to keep telling myself that. It seemed so real though, like it was really happening.. But how could it? He would NEVER do that to me. He loves me. Ehh, I could feel my heart break inside my chest.. I got so cold. I stopped breathing, and the only thing I was focused on was the fact that I was losing him. I woke up screaming his name at the top of my lungs.. I was reaching for him, like he would be there. My palms were so sweaty.. They still are and I've been awake for an hour now. The picture of him turning his back on me and walking away is still echoing in my mind. The depressing tone in his voice when he told me he didn't love me is still ringing in my ears. Oh how I wish he was here now. How I wish I was in his arms.. I don't think any of you understand. For the hour I was asleep, I lost him. If it hurts this much and it was a dream.. Ehh, I don't even want to imagine the unbearable pain of losing him for real.. Buuuuut, it was just a dream. A dream, a dream, a dream, a dream, A DRRRRRREEEEAAAAMMMM!! I'm NOT losing him.. He still loves me. Everything is fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to close my eyes again.</content>
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    <title>Ahh..</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T22:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T22:10:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blink 182 // violence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; luckiest person in the world. I'm not dead. Yay.. He didn't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to go dance in the street now.</content>
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    <title>He is incredible..</title>
    <published>2005-02-01T04:35:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-01T04:36:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>john mayer // daughters</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just when I thought that I loved you as much as I possibly could, you turn around and make me love you 10,000 times more. Those things you said to me on the phone earlier, (you know what I'm talking about) literally made me fall in love with you all over again. It made me realize how blessed I am to have someone like you, who loves me. Did you know that every night before I lay my head to rest I thank the Lord for bringing you into my life? Everything about you is truly wonderful, right down to every single freckle. You are beautiful, on the inside and the out. Your eyes are so bright and alive. Your smile melts my heart. When I am with you I want our time together to be neverending.. But, if/when we are apart my heart is with you.. You are on my mind. Your kisses are addictive and I can't get enough of your hugs. You mean everything and sooo much more to me. I can't help but to get a smile on my face when I think that this is only the beginning of our glorious relationship. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;I can't get enough of you.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <title>Love, love, love, loooove!</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T04:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T04:12:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blink 182 // i'm lost without you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love him.. So much. I can't even begin to express the value of what he means to me. The way he talks to me, the tone in his voice.. It's all so amazing. I love how we can do absolutely nothing and still have the best time imaginable. I love how I am so comfortable around him, and how I can tell him anything and everything. I could literally have the worst day ever and then he tells me he loves me.. I become so overwhelmed and everything is perfect once again. I adore him. &lt;b&gt;I love everything we share.. Everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi, you are an outstanding person and I love you more than you could ever begin to imagine.</content>
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