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  <title>we never did too much talking anyway</title>
  <subtitle>and dont think twice it's alright</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Leila</name>
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  <updated>2009-09-28T19:20:06Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:69862</id>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2009-09-28T12:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-28T19:20:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-28T19:20:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i told arcadio's mom my plans for school next fall. she showed excitement that i'm moving forward but a little hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've found love and lately i've been having really bad self-esteem issues.&lt;br /&gt;my clothes don't fit anymore and i cant seem to shake off this excess and unwanted weight. &lt;br /&gt;so i stay at home or with the boy. &lt;br /&gt;i've run into some upset friends who haven't heard from me in months but really phones work both ways. although its been broken for some time, i've managed to call most people back. it's a terrible guessing game but its working. &lt;br /&gt;you learn a lot about your friends when you cant text.&lt;br /&gt;so i apologize for this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:69532</id>
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    <title>its been awhile</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T00:26:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-02T00:26:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lots of new things are in my life. and lots of old things are out of my life. but there are three new obsessions im loving this summer.&lt;br /&gt;margaritas&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;jacuuuzzzzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always had this thing about reading all the book my brother has read. so for the past few reads i've borrowed some from his shelf. most of them are classics. but i've enjoyed both. now i need a new book. &lt;br /&gt;this is a boring update. really my days are fun and summer has been hot and lovely. its been going something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liiiiiiisa, ami, bella. daily. &lt;br /&gt;bbq's&lt;br /&gt;jacuzzi time&lt;br /&gt;sushi&lt;br /&gt;breakup&lt;br /&gt;twitter&lt;br /&gt;ac lounge&lt;br /&gt;endless smoothies&lt;br /&gt;matthew mcconaughey&lt;br /&gt;chile's&lt;br /&gt;a boy named joe&lt;br /&gt;epic late night conversations&lt;br /&gt;solid magazine&lt;br /&gt;parilments&lt;br /&gt;good food, good reads, good booze and good kisses.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:69233</id>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-12-09T23:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-10T07:57:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T07:57:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its weeks like this where i dont know if i miss him or just having that constant someone around. &lt;br /&gt;passive agressive guys are bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;hurtful truths and epic fails suck&lt;br /&gt;being scolded for running out of class to go puke sucks even more&lt;br /&gt;but having dylan on repeat is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cheeks are salty again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:68921</id>
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    <title>myspace message from a band</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T09:01:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T09:01:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hussy's Super Pro album on i tunes worldwide to help you have a good hair day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my music knows me too well.]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:68722</id>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-10-10T14:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-10T21:38:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T21:38:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i'm staying one more semester in sd.&lt;br /&gt;i am 5 credits short of transferring. i nearly wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;but this may be good. but most likely not. &lt;br /&gt;i should be getting promoted at work soon. which will be lovely&lt;br /&gt;danny and i are hanging out again. it's sort of weird yet still thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;we're confusing everyone though. getting back together was never an option for him. &lt;br /&gt;and im doing this new thing where i try not to complain about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and im also realizing i cant really count on anyone for simple shit or just company.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting back into music. i want to master piano&lt;br /&gt;my phone is offically broken.&lt;br /&gt;i think its karma. i was putting down sparkling water and i drop my phone in my water cup. &lt;br /&gt;gnarly.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:68563</id>
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    <title>happy birthday kelly</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T00:32:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T00:32:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">g-ma: youre never going to find a husband if you cant cook&lt;br /&gt;me: thanks grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss todd, im not afraid to admit that, but im keeping it all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda fell in love with the booger, but im afraid to admit that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;with school as a distraction and upcoming goodnesses, it all should be far from my mind. &lt;br /&gt;summer was good to me, and the rest of this year shall be too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps is it just me orr did swc get too crowded this semester??</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:68190</id>
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    <title>imissyoualejandra</title>
    <published>2008-07-14T21:56:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T21:56:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was going to go on a bike ride but now im too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned my entire room top to bottom and i feel like i cleaned out my life as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;summers been wonderful to me and so has my todd.&lt;br /&gt;i think sometime im going to visit him at work.&amp;nbsp;bring him some cupcakes or something. &lt;br /&gt;i just wish he worked with other famous people i really like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but the other day he worked next door to justin timberlake [!!!!] sadly he didnt see him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you really want to have a good&amp;nbsp;day, go see Wanted. you see james mcavoy shirtless.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:67922</id>
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    <title>true story</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T20:02:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T20:02:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;me: i hate coming here [eastlake]. i always run into everyone whos at a uc already working at a nice job..&lt;br /&gt;todd: than lie and say youre married to a billionaire and youre already journaling&lt;br /&gt;me: journaling?&lt;br /&gt;todd: yes isnt that what you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;me: journal? is that what you tell your friends about me "oh my girlfriend journals"&lt;br /&gt;todd:.....&lt;br /&gt;me: a journalist, todd not a diary keeper!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:67661</id>
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    <title>i'm just saying...</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T01:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T01:39:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/skankme/cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:67478</id>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-05-28T12:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-28T19:29:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T19:29:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;the cops showed up at my best friends christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a badass.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:67107</id>
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    <title>the jonas brothers need haircuts</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T02:37:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-16T02:37:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">he makes me want to achieve so much more.&lt;br /&gt;i think i could love him.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i didnt feel so guilty for being this happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="373" alt="" width="403" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/skankme/ska%20ska%20ska/toddaroo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:67035</id>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-04-25T20:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T01:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T01:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im going to hootenanny with an amazing gorgous gentleman and my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;and im done feeling guilty.</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-03-26T00:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T07:36:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T07:36:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;oh and ps. alejandra told me diego luna got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to break my heart diego.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dancebettydance:66451</id>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-03-24T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T04:32:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T04:32:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">me:&amp;nbsp; so how was basketball?&lt;br /&gt;gissep: good. some girl played with us and she was rough&lt;br /&gt;me: what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;gissep: she kept bumping into me and pushing. but i didnt push back&lt;br /&gt;me: maybe she was in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;gissep: nahh she was black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think anything he pretty much says makes sense, but he's pretty much my new favorite friend.</content>
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    <title>boohoo</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T06:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T06:44:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my dad just emailed me a "dating my daughter" application to hand out to future fellows&lt;br /&gt;if you kids wanna see a copy its pretty funny. three pages worth of laughs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are looking up. i plan on breaking hearts for now on.&amp;nbsp;maybe. i havent fully decided just yet. &lt;br /&gt;a friend is hanging around a lot. i dont mind and im not worried.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;today during my break i made jorgey's prof. blush. jorgey's hoping that if i date this guy, he'll get an A.&amp;nbsp; hopefully, this teach is a total stud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to San Fran this past weekend. I'll post pictures maybe tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>its right that its raining today</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T23:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T23:07:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;stormy weather since my man and i aint together..&lt;br /&gt;i need a good cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i've bottled up these past few weeks, played it strong.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont have time to wallow.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its right i shouldnt, he's moving on&lt;br /&gt;and i suppose im doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;"but it just doesnt feel right" &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-02-07T15:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T00:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T00:02:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last week i wore my a-bats shirt and felt like i was 12.&lt;br /&gt;the other day i wore a black turtleneck and felt like a beatnik&lt;br /&gt;lately i've just been feeling lousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="this is sorta funny"&gt;my math teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x; this is a linear equation&lt;br /&gt;xx; this is beer&lt;br /&gt;xxx; and this is porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>cuz this isnt weird...</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T06:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T06:09:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="586" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" valign="top"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="3"&gt;You will live in &lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You will drive a &lt;b&gt;blueish&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;truck&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You will marry &lt;b&gt;danny&lt;/b&gt; and have &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; kids.&lt;br /&gt;You will be a &lt;b&gt;photographer&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;costa mesa&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;this game sucks. at life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playmash.com"&gt;www.playmash.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-01-15T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-16T02:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T00:58:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i&amp;nbsp; pretty much had the best weekend ever. &lt;br /&gt;having a best friend who is a dj and having his dj friends around make for great laughs and great dance parties.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse: ..yah you know the indigenous people.. &lt;br /&gt;me:&amp;nbsp; they're called mexicans &lt;br /&gt;jesse: yah them!</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2008-01-01T21:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T05:38:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T05:38:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i keep&amp;nbsp; thinking our last kiss was just a peck goodbye&lt;br /&gt;right before i put his heart into a blender&lt;br /&gt;really, i only want him to be my last kiss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone.</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2007-12-20T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T00:57:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T01:00:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i decided that i dont want a huge birthday bash inviting everyone i know just to celebrate the fact that im going to be 20 [!!!]. &lt;br /&gt;i was thinking making a weekend with my small group of friends doing random fun things. maybe get a fancy hotel room. but i want to get my tattoo. this does present some parental problems. when my dad went to hilcrest with us he started chatting with this girl outside a tattoo parlor. she had just finished with something and my dad was joking with the artist saying that if i ever some around to refuse tattooing me BUT THEN my mom said nah we told her she can get tattooed when shes 21, cuz she'll be an adult then. my mouth dropped. she hates tattoos and i want like four. 20 is close to 21. i made a pro and cons list but i need advice on this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pros: &lt;br /&gt;she'll get her [which is really my] dregree &lt;br /&gt;she'll get cute grandkids &lt;br /&gt;she has a good kid &lt;br /&gt;im getting good grades &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cons: &lt;br /&gt;she wont speak to me for months &lt;br /&gt;shes say how disappointed she is in me until i die &lt;br /&gt;threaten to not pay for school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know she wont kick me out but im still terriffied at her reaction. i can get one thats hidden or get the one i want on my arm and she how she reacts. getttings tattoos doesnt make me less of a lady or christian which i know she'll argue. and the tattoo im getting is for my g-ma [her mother]. i was going to have caleb test the water. but they pretty much let him commit murder and not say anything. so yay or nay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***mind you i really want this tattoo for my bday and my parents arent like most parents. so the whole 'youre over 18 you can do whatever you want' will never apply to me.</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2007-12-14T20:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T04:29:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T04:29:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Dear Forever21 Customer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for leaving the store such a mess that i get to stay past 2am almost every night picking up after you.&amp;nbsp; i love sorting through the piles of clothes you leave throughout the store and i enjoy hearing your gripes on how the store is never neat. and im sorry, i really dont speak spanish, but you are in america, shopping at an american store, in an american mall. and thank you for speaking to me in that tone when you dont get exactly what you want and it is completely out of my control.&amp;nbsp; i&amp;nbsp; also fully enjoy wasting my time searching the store and fishing garments for you only for you to leave them on the floor. i admire your need to touch everything you see in the store and allow your screaming kids to run wild and knock things over while you ignore them as you shop carefree. we all appreciate picking up the spilt coffee drinks. it makes the store smell delicious. and finding empty food containers or cups isnt disgusting at all, its like a little surprise of joy each time. ohh dont worry about the mess you just made i'll be here til 2am fixing everything so you can make this same selfish mess again! remember you can always count on a f21 employee to kiss everyone's booty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2007-12-09T21:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T05:42:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i hope i didnt open pandora's box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long day at the morge&lt;br /&gt;this death streaks gotta break.</content>
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    <title>dancebettydance @ 2007-11-11T23:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-12T08:22:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">last night i spent an early thanksgiving din-din with the peraltas. as in, danny's dad. eek. met the guy once briefly and that was it. prior to the visit i was terrified, thinking i'm gonna have to knock master p [which is what im going to call his dad for now on] off his rocker. then remembered they dont speak english! and ofcourse the night was spent sitting at a table and not really understanding a word that was spoken. master p wasnt that interested in me anyway and danny did most of the translating. it was a nice dinner. he has a nice family and home but i couldnt fully graspe everything. this man promised yolanda everything that he's giving his new wife and not just his new wife but the other woman in yoland and his marriage. i dont see how the boys can just except it, well they dont really have a choice.&amp;nbsp;at dinner i tried to pretend they werent reall divorced and i can like master p even more. its just strange. i mean i've been around divorced parents, but not like this&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i see alot of esteban in there dad and even some of sergio. i was thankful dannys characteristics are more from his mother than his pops. i surely dont think less of the man. i left his house with a slice of pie and a bottle of wine. im sure that was a gift to make up for the lack or words we shared. although i didnt feel him judging me, i caught him looking over plenty of times. the only major thing that bothered me the most was his wife resembled yolanda.&lt;br /&gt;i really like dannys family. especially the boys. his brothers are insane. we especially bonded on our way up there when they made me say all the bad words i knew and the only thing they were concered about was if i rolled my r's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;this made my life:&lt;br /&gt;last week issa and fabian came over. my little ball of sunshine is now walking. he's not talking yet although he says mama clearly and i have a two syllable sound that could sound like leila. and i firmly believe it does.&lt;br /&gt;so, i ran upstair to get ready for work and when i came down little fabi was running towards me saying my two syllable sound with a big smile. aww it was wonderful. he's made himself comfy in our house. he plops into my moms lap and even jessica's. he certainly fancied jessica when she had ice cream and he stared at caleb with amazement. although i miss the robby issa team. but it's for the best.</content>
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    <title>i still taste like cigerrette, yuck</title>
    <published>2007-11-05T21:23:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i put on some rockabilly this morning and memories came back. dolling up will never leave my morning routine and although i chopped my hair off, i can still do rolls and pin it up. since&amp;nbsp;meeting danny, he's introduced more music, but i haven't danced in ages. my swing shoes are growing dustier each day and my skirts haven't seen the outside of my closest in years. &amp;nbsp;i miss swing dancing more than anything. last time i danced was senior year when we took that trip to new orleans. kenny and i danced every night and it was wonderful. i also hardly dress up anymore. well not really. i remember when steph came back from one year at otay and was mad that i had stopped dressing up and i got a pep talk on how i need to stay true to my roots. the 1950s have always intrigged me.&amp;nbsp;and i've always said my ideal guy is a fellow with greased up hair and cuffed jeans. greasers are a different kind of breed. theyre hardly in these areas. i saw a gal driving around and i surely thought she was lost. theyre here, they just come out at night. my english teacher senior year was friends with the PoleCats and shared memories of swing dancing with them til early morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can proudly say i've seen the stray cats and watched my [old] best friend's band move from out of his garage to going on tour with The Quakes. but still the dancing. i heard disneyland brought back friday night swing. i remember when it was there a long time ago. i was so little, but i thought the dancing was divine.&amp;nbsp;but im in sd. the closest place for dancing is too far for my car-less self&amp;nbsp; and i'd have no one to accompany me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danny's ex gf is a greaser now just because she's dating one. she makes a cute doll, but i dont know. she use to make fun of&amp;nbsp;danny for "being stuck in the past" it's not like&amp;nbsp; the present is all that much to rave about.&amp;nbsp; i just hope tamara embraces the whole essence of the 40s and 50s not just the package or company it brings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two nerdiest of the nerds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="654" alt="" width="723" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v198/skankme/randomstuff009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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