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  <title>SAVAGES SAVAGES</title>
  <subtitle>barely even human</subtitle>
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    <email>nextstopmongolia@hotmail.com</email>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-03-11T15:51:00</title>
    <published>2010-03-11T23:51:08Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-11T23:51:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I got a sunburn because I was in the sun for more than 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just caught a kid picking his nose in class. Im on a laptop right now. I looked away really quickly. Haha what a loser. JK i pick my nose in class all day every day and people catch me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-03-11T10:54:00</title>
    <published>2010-03-11T18:52:06Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-11T18:52:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Livejournal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I turn 21 because I am road tripping with my boyfriend to Las Vegas where we will meet Lexi (who is also turning 21) and Austin and stay in a room for free and party all night and love life together and hang out at the penny slots machine and get free drinks and look and act like beautiful grown ass women. I also miss and love my best friend Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-02-23T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-24T07:08:30Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-24T07:08:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">10 page paper on Architecture. Work at 6 AM. That does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i'm also thinking about how i'm going to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday. Hopefully Dave and I will meet Lexi and Austin there so she can celebrate her 21st too. Its gunna be awesome. Maybe we'll go to a cheesy vegas show and dress up in pretty dresses and fancy shoes and have big hair and go gambling and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new sunglasses and I think out of the hundreds and hundreds of pairs of sunglasses, these babies might actually be my favorite. I give them...a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday when Dave gets his apartment out here. I'll be swimming 3-4 nights a week and working out 5 nights a week and i'm also gunna have a kitchen I can use a couple nights a week at least to cook healthy soups and delicious meals again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty cool these days i'd have to say. Time to go snuggle up in front of my VHS player and watch "Walking With Dinosaurs" until I fall asleep. I might also (smoke some pot). &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-02-13T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-14T07:13:38Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-24T06:55:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do not go see "Wolfman".  It's terrible.  But "The Stepfather" was hilarious and awesome and semi scary/creepy. Meanwhile, I'm just waiting for Dave to get to my house because everything is all set up on the roof and it's gunna be hella awesome. I've been taking a shot every half hour since 8 PM with Alex to make sure that i'll  be alive and well when he gets here. I havent really slept since Tuesday night. I got a busy ass schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Dave moves out here because the apartments he's moving into have an olympic sized pool and i'm gunna start swimming laps there every night I stay over. There's also a gym, and I discovered recently that if I smoke pot I get very motivated to work out. So maybe i'll finally get hella fit and totally babe'd out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im0fftopakistan:105258</id>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-02-09T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2010-02-10T06:00:52Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-10T06:00:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to make a delicious ass meal on Saturday night for Dave.  It's our 6 month "anniversary". My plan is to set everything up on the roof of my house, picnic style, with candles and music and surprise him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meal:&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed Mushrooms (with sautéed onions, bell pepper, spinach, "bacon", and lined with a thin layer of cream cheese all baked together. Also, a salad with Raspberry vinaigrette and candied walnuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, champagne and gifts all around.  I made him a little scrapbook of all the adventures we've been on together over the past 10 months or so. And I made him a custom pullover sweater with the words "Sweet Potato" sewn on it. And candy, and bf/gf heart goblets to drink champagne out of, and i'm gunna dress up all pretty in a dress with curly hair, etc... it's gunna kick ass.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking romantic. Who says the guy in the relationship is always supposed to be the romantic one? I love doing things like this for the man that I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm gunna go to bed. I've got work tomorrow at 6am. Strong Ass Independent Woman tryin' to get a full night-a-sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>new totes deprey song</title>
    <published>2010-02-03T05:19:37Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-03T05:19:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My step mom is a werewolf and I can't afford my schoolbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go people shoot me dirty looks.&lt;br /&gt;And no one wants to talk to me or help me with my schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go people treat me like a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth dripped spit and blood and she was lookin' right at me. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't dad open his eyes up and see?&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to fear! Can you please get me out of here?&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside and i'm afraid the end is very near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom is a werewolf and it's a full moon tonight!&lt;br /&gt;If I don't play my cards right I will end up with a bite!</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-01-28T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-29T04:57:01Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-29T05:06:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Remember how I said I lost my cellphone? Well actually, it turns out it was stolen. My little crappy metro phone was stolen from my room over a week ago by some 26 year old black guy named Courtney (I know wtf??) who made himself at home in my room.  Apparently he slept in my bed, and THEN stole my phone all while I was at work. He was a "friend" of one of my roommates.  I found out because I called my phone one last time before I was going to forever switch the service over to a new phone, and the mother fucker answers it.  He probably only answered it because I was calling from the bakery and it was a 415 number and he thought was one of his 14 yr old gfz or something.  Anyway, so he tells me hes gonna meet me at Church and Duboce to give it back to me, doesn't show, doesn't answer when I call, everything you would expect to happen. So I get my service transferred over to this crappy phone that my boss sold to me for 20 bucks and then I deactivated the other phone.  It just really sucked because that phone had a lot of special stuff on it. Like certain ring tones ive become accustomed to, and pictures from mine and Daves first date, Halloween, etc... I was really bummed and kinda pissed that someone told this dude it was cool to stay in my room.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you're wondering if there's a good part, here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get a voice mail from some marketing agency trying to confirm an 11:30 interview with "Courtney" this morning.  Luckily they left a call back number and I explained to the lady that the person shes about to interview is a liar and a thief who had been calling them from a stolen cell phone and that they should probably consider that before hiring him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Dave put locks on my door, he's a real handyman and I love him very much. Hes such a positive and crucial part of my life. Now I will most likely be solely living out of my room. Snack shelf, mini-fridge, electric grill, paper plates, new lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I ended up getting that DAI class I needed after all and it looks like everything might turn out okay. I'm gettin there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>kill the beast</title>
    <published>2010-01-27T06:11:50Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-27T06:11:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I lost my cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the classes I needed after all, I blew it!&lt;br /&gt;Borderline just about to drop outta college. (lol jk kinda)&lt;br /&gt;I have work at 6 AM tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm surprisingly not that peeved about any of this. It will all work itself out. BOINK! WERE ALL DOOMED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was waiting in line at the computer lab and there was this asian midget who pushed her way in front of me in line. It was so annoying. Just because you're an asian midget doesn't mean you can cut us all in line and stand in everybody's way. I was in such a rotten mood this morning I even said (in my head) "fuck you midget." I surprise myself everyday.  And that's probably why I didn't get my class today. KAWRMA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well I guess i'm just gunna go to bed now and curl up fetal posish and watch Beauty and the Beast on VHS all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-01-25T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-26T07:49:02Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-26T07:49:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/imofftopakistan/Snapshot_20100125_2.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>nice guys finish first, sometimes!</title>
    <published>2010-01-20T04:51:50Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-20T04:51:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got the friggin class I needed. (almost) All of my worries are gone. This semester will be so much better than last. I'm only taking design classes, I finally started putting together a portfolio and it really is starting to feel like all my hard work is starting to pay off.  It's rare when you feel this way, and it probably means i'm gunna get hit by a bus next week or something, but I have to hand it to the universe this time. Fuck yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>MY DADDY GAVE ME A NAME...THEN HE WALKED AWAY!</title>
    <published>2010-01-15T00:06:50Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-15T00:06:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate when you have work at 6 AM and your roommates decide to have an Everclear sing-a-long party until 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i'm off to Sacramento to see AJJ pt. 2 and then party at a farm with (most) of my favorite people for the next two days.</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2010-01-07T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2010-01-08T02:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-08T02:04:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Andrew Jackson Jihad. Tonight. Good friends. Great times.</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-12-15T01:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-15T09:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2010-01-17T03:03:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You told me how angry you were when you didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;Curled up in a blanket, your mouth was bleeding out lies.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're with me, you are safe and you are warm.&lt;br /&gt;I wont let it happen. I wont let it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me how scary it was when you were alone.&lt;br /&gt;I've known your for years and our life is just like a song.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have me wont you tell me what you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy like I am, do you see the same light that I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a little boy crying in the back of a van.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you knew that they did everything that they can.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where you've been I don't know what you've done. &lt;br /&gt;You cant let it happen. You can't let it happen again.</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-12-07T20:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-08T05:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-08T05:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today after class I decided to get the rest of my Christmas shopping done. And by Christmas shopping I mean going downtown alone and treating myself to some Indian food and buying all of Dave's favorite candy so I can give it to him later. I also went to the thrift store in the lower Haight called "Out of the Closet" and bought myself a huge, warm, cozy leopard print jacket for the winter. It was $10. I feel really glamorous when I wear it, kind of like that episode of I Love Lucy, which means I'll probably never wear it. But I am wearing it tonight when I go on the roof and drink some Charles Shaw merlot ($1.99 ea at Trader Joe's!). Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I think I'm too greedy to go Christmas shopping because all I did was buy myself stuff.  I think I'm just going to have make things for people this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think there's a dead bird in my fireplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-12-01T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-02T01:45:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-02T01:48:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've got a snotty, red, bulbous, chapped nose. There. I said it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm bloated.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I'm unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm unimpressed. &lt;br /&gt;I'm pimply. &lt;br /&gt;I'm let down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sensitive and I over-complain. &lt;br /&gt;I've got nuggets for fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've finally grown a full mustache. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I need a strong drink. &lt;br /&gt;I'm broke so I'm pretty sure I just wrote a hot check. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;I just farted in the open computer lab in front of a bunch of other students. &lt;br /&gt;How am I going to make it through this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-11-30T08:56:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-30T17:23:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-30T17:23:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have to have 160 sketches done by tonight. I have 100 so far. These sketches are getting pretty funny/ridiculous. Maybe i'll scan a few just to show how pathetic I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally woke up an hour earlier than I had to. Just NOW. What to do with this time, what to do with this time. I feel like a sleepy beast right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I dived off some really high bridge to search for Britney Spears' childhood ring. Some other girl found it. And then these two girls got married. And then I paid $45 for a meal at some Chinese restaraunt. And then this big fat guy told me that he has a band and he donates his CDs to the public library. And I kept getting small clips of music videos by his band. And then we were supposed to re-create The Brady Bunch opening scene and I was supposed to be Jan. I bet dream analyzers would have a field day with that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a snotty nose, i'm totes stressed about school, and I can't wait for this weekend because i'm gunna go to the Zoo and then go see Fantastic Mr. Fox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-10-26T15:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T23:48:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T21:56:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don't Let Me Down- The Beatles</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Last weekend I went camping up at my dads cabin with Dave.  It was great, he picked me up from work, we had a mini road trip, made a stop at a fruit stand on the way and bought purple bell peppers (delicious, by the way), made another pit stop at a random grocery store called "Pokerville Produce" and stocked up on veggie dogs and sandwich fixings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally get to the cabin and we turn on the electricity, unpack the food and our bags and blankets and pillows. All of a sudden, the lights turn out. We blew a fuse. Whoops. So we had no gas, no water, and now no electricity. Despite the setback, Dave and I were crafty enough to build a fire (mostly his work) and we had a lot of wine and a lot of pot and a couple of flash lights for ghost story purposes. We roasted our veggie dogs over the fire and played guitar together into the late hours. Totally amazing and precious time, even without electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wake up early the next morning, the plan was we were going to drive to Silver Lake and have a picnic by the water. We weren't sure exactly how to get there, so we make a stop in this little diner/gas station (lol) called "Cooks Chicken" (like in Ghostworld) and ask for directions. We stood out like a sore thumb, and as soon as the waitress got through telling a customer that all they serve is "chicken chili", she turned to us and asked, "you folks here to eat?" Dave kindly told her we just needed directions to Silver Lake and she pointed in some weird direction and said "30 miles that-a-way." and got right back to work.  The long-haired guy with a cut off teeshirt and a missing tooth in the back nodded his head at us, and we knew it was time to get the hell outta Cooks Chicken! (Cooks Chicken Chili??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low and behold we remember that the car had no gas anyway, we had no money and the nearest Chevron (which Dave had a gift card for) was 30 miles the opposite way! So we scrounge up what little money we had left and bought enough gas to get us to the Chevron, and we figured we'd fuel up and just make a pit stop at the Sacramento River on the way home instead. That way we could meet up with Hannah for our picnic, maybe go swimming!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to Sacramento and the road is blocked off.  We decide to park and walk to the water, after all it couldn't be that far.  We ask the construction worker and he sends us on a path that will "take us around the construction straight to the river." We start walking, keep in mind were carrying 2 huge bags of stuff and a guitar, and 20 minutes later we find ourselves in front of a middle school trying to explain to a group of 13 yr olds why Daves hair is blue. We were nowhere near the river.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally we head back to our car, give the construction worker a snuff, and ended up trying to find a different spot by the river.  Ultimately we end up at this janky spot surrounded with homeless people. We eat our sandwiches there, laughing/crying about the day. We decided that the only way to save the day was to get milkshakes and go back to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next time we go up we might be a little more prepared. Either way,I still loved the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-10-15T17:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-16T01:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-16T01:02:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;h1&gt; ROLAND'S ROCKET FUEL, MAN, YOU GOTTA TRY IT!!!! YEAH!!!!!&lt;/h1&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:im0fftopakistan:101302</id>
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    <title>everything was beautiful and nothing hurt</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T18:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-13T18:58:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel 100% better this morning. All I needed to do was pop a ladies vitamin and watch snoop doggs "fear net" on demand with Gary until 230AM! And now it's raining and I love it and I can't wait to wear my new scarf and my sneakers to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna E</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-10-12T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-13T06:21:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">You know those days you have where nothing really seems the same and nothing seems right and everything is just weird. I'm having one of those days. I think there's some kind of chemical imbalance in my brain right now or something. Or maybe I'm not getting enough iron. Either way, I only feel this way like a couple times a year. It's weird and I hate it. I just want to curl up and wait for tomorrow, but instead I have to write a 5 page paper about Ancient Chinese Civilization. I wish somebody would kidnap me or something.</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-10-06T17:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-07T00:28:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It sucks when one little bad thing happens, and then the whole world starts to crumble shortly thereafter. But it's awesome when you realize it only felt that way because you're on your period and you just happen to have a little too much homework ahead of you.  Dave and I got into a fight, but then we made up 5 minutes later because it was stupid and we made pizza and watched What About Bob? instead and then we stayed up all night just drinking mixed drinks and talking about life. I think that's the universal way to make any situation better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how people fall out of love, even couples who seem like they are going to be together forever.  I think it's usually because they get bored, or they meet someone else, or they grow apart, or they take each other for granted, or they were never really in love in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you make love stay?" Next, she thought, “When two people meet and fall in love, there’s a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitious magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it’s usually too late, we’ve used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It’s hard work, especially when it seems superfluous or redundant, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay.” She was unsure if that idea was profound or trite. She was only sure that it mattered. &lt;br /&gt;-Tom Robbins (Still Life with Woodpecker)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-09-30T09:09:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-30T16:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-30T16:59:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Holy crap, I'm in love with my boyfriend. I don't think i've ever felt this way about anybody, so i'm trying to be very careful with it. We've been together, literally, every single day for like 3 whole months and we aren't tired of each other yet. So that's a good sign I think. I'm so lucky because it's such an equal kinda love. We feel the exact same way about each other and I think that's what love is all about. In the mean time, sorry i've been so mushy lately! This whole thing has really taken me over. Completely. But, i'm so happy. Feeling vulnerable is a scary feeling, but it's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever you do, do NOT watch "Worlds Greatest Dad" with Robin Williams. It's a black comedy (at first when I read that I pictured Robin Williams as the father of a bunch of black children, but really it just means dark humor) and it's highly inappropriate and creepy and a terrible movie to watch after you've smoked pot. You wanna see Robin Williams gettin busy with a young blonde? NO. Do you wanna see terrible acting and a 15 yr old boy say the word faggot over and over again? NOT REALLY. Anyway, bad, creepy movie. Come on Robin, what ever happened to Jumangi?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just super stoked for the double feature of Toy Story and Toy Story2 on Friday. Now that's the kinda movie you wanna smoke pot before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-09-21T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-22T05:41:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-22T05:41:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wouldn't it be nice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, nows about the time of year when school kicks in for real and it kinda feels like I just got punched in the face by college. It really isn't that easy at all and it's very stressful trying to balance school and work (not to mention trying to stay on top of my booming and ever changing social life). I have a few complaints about the system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Why do professors insist on putting up coursework that is due online? I don't have the means to print and scan and duplicate and convert files and all that crap. I can't afford these things. So that  means I gotta haul all my shit to campus, find an open lab, pray that a computer is open for me to use and do all my artwork/homework in front of a bunch of strangers. &lt;br /&gt;2.) How am I supposed to know which documents to bring to which appointments if everything says something different online? Oh, and how do I know which appointments i'm supposed to schedule to actually GET the appointments? You need an appointment for everything. And every time you call them you just have to talk to a robot anyway, and it's no help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I only had 2 complaints. But anyway, on the brighter side I absolutely positively am in love with my new job. There's this old chubby gay black man that comes in named Michelle, and he has no legs and is in a wheel chair. He always orders like 20 pastries and he's usually pretty sassy about it. And this other guy comes in every morning and I think he has short term memory loss or something, because he always asks me what he's supposed to be doing. He'll be like, "What do I order?" and "Do I have money to pay for this?" and "Do I have to go to work now?" But he's not just jokin around with me, he looks me in the eye all concerned with these same questions all the time. And this other guy comes in and he insists on saying "mother fuckin'" every other word. Anyway, it's a lot of fun to work on lower haight street, that's a fact. Oh yeah and my Boss actually GAVE my boyfriend half of a really strong pot brownie the other day.And then we went back to my house and had a King of the Hill marathon because we both have a crush on Hank.And each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna E</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-09-14T12:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-14T20:32:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I saw my favorite band play all my favorite songs with all my best friends last night in the pouring down rain. Even though im still covered in temporary tattoos, my body is yellow, red and blue from the soaking wet fresh tye dye teeshirt I was wearing, and my moccasins are still filled with water, I've never been happier about feeling 13. Is there really anything better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality... got a parking ticket to pay, work at 6 AM and a shit load of homework. All that aside, I can't even begin to describe how thankful I am for everything I have in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always, &lt;br /&gt;Shawna E</content>
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    <title>im0fftopakistan @ 2009-08-24T20:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-25T03:59:28Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Patsy Cline</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just puked outside the laundry mat because I ate too many watermelon sour patch kids in one sitting. How embarrassing. And then I watched somebody step in it without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at the bakery when it was really busy I accidentally dropped some coffee grounds on the floor, and it really pissed off Phil (he's the owner, moved from Boston, 45 yrs old, goofball), and he yelled at me. But then 5 minutes later he came up to me and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and apologized. How precious is that?  I'm just a little clumsy kid. I also look like i'm 12 even more than before now because I have to pin my bangs to the side (to avoid sweaty bang syndrome) so I look like an idiot 75% of the time now (in front of all the hot dewdz on haight street too).     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm gunna go drink wine and watch king of the hill with my best boy. He likes me even if my bangs are pinned to the side and I puke because I eat too many WSPKS. My first day of school is tomorrow, and for once I actually just don't give a damn. I'm just trying to graduate college with a C average and a decent outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Shawna</content>
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