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  <title>Damaged</title>
  <subtitle>Damaged</subtitle>
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    <name>Damaged</name>
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  <updated>2007-05-14T18:38:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:19242</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2007-05-14T13:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-14T18:38:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-14T18:38:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anime Central 2007: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good:&lt;br /&gt;Cute elitist lolita girls complimented me; I'm apparently "a beast" at Naruto 4; quote- "If you're single, I'll break up with my girlfriend right now!"; We sat behind H&amp;MC at the commencement ceremony; There were actually people in pictochat; I found a couple cute things in artist's alley; Security was better than last year; I have a new companion named OX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad: &lt;br /&gt;The fire marshall was being a nazi, so you had to stand in line for everything; The Soap Bubble was too spaced out because they didn't let enough people in and Steve was too tired to stay out late Saturday; I ran out of cigarettes; We didn't bring anything intoxicating, so I had to deal with how obnoxious "John" was; I was not allowed to be left alone, but Steve disappeared half the time and Joel was pretty worn out on Friday so I got stuck in the hotel room for the night; I missed the dance on Friday, couldn't see at H&amp;MC, missed the charity ball, masquerade, and left the Soap Bubble early; My fractured foot could not handle all of the walking and standing required. For everything cool that happened there was something not cool that happened. Overall it was a very very lonely ACen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to '06 I was greatly disappointed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:18720</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2007-04-30T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T04:56:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T04:56:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ACen in 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel reservations - check!&lt;br /&gt;Preregistration - check!&lt;br /&gt;Transportation - tentative check&lt;br /&gt;Cosplay - oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two cloaks per day for 3 days... not too bad. Joel already promised me his help for cutting out patterned cloaks. The sewing is the easy part! I hope... Those clouds look difficult, but we'll manage. We always do. Wigs are ordered. Fabric is purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if Mikey would only stop getting evicted from everywhere, I'd have a place to sew. x_x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:18460</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2007-04-28T15:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T20:26:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-28T20:26:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So those platform shoes that I love? Fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped over something invisible and my foot went one way and my leg went the other. After 4 hours in the ER last night, I'm crutch ridden and I have to wear a funny shoe, that resembles a ninja sandal. We had to wait forever in the waiting room, where we got to see a bunch of drunkies who came in because they hurt themselves drunkenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was chasing pussy and I tripped on a metal wire and fucked my foot up! I want some fucking morphine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teevie waited with me the whole time, even in the uncomfortable metal chair in the ER without complaining. Best bunny ever.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:18424</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2007-04-27T13:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-27T18:53:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T18:53:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And you know those mundane little nothings that people post about? I enjoy reading them, so I post them in hopes that someone else does too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:18084</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2007-04-27T13:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-27T18:44:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T18:50:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know you have a cushy job when you spent the last hour just sitting on the computer without one person walking into the store. And for once I kind of wish I hadn't put out all the shipment stuff yesterday so I could have something to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been oddly nostalgic lately and I've almost been sad that I haven't been wasting my days away getting drunk and being stupid. Actually, it all started with me going to the pet store and wanting to spontaneously buy fish... I do nothing all day long and my obligations are next to nothing - cushy job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even see most of the people who I still could. And then it hits me; perhaps I play too much World of Warcraft.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:17785</id>
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    <title>Kira?</title>
    <published>2007-04-17T05:08:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-17T05:08:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BBC news report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://204.157.1.121/~n/news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6483897.stm.htm"&gt;http://204.157.1.121/~n/news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/6483897.stm.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm sexy Kira.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:15012</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2006-12-29T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-29T07:46:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-29T07:46:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You dance in cloudy dreams and your hair falls into your face. Soft prayers cling to soft breaths and make scarves of heartstrings and promises. You kiss me in the world beneath my eyelids while we intertwine fingers in slumber.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:14839</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2006-12-23T19:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T01:04:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T01:05:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Party tonight @ my parents! MOFOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie touched my boob. That means you MUST come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your own intoxicating beverages ANNNND a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE INFO:&lt;br /&gt;612 387 7163&lt;br /&gt;612 720 4854&lt;br /&gt;952 297 4168&lt;br /&gt;1 800 STEEEVE</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:12787</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2006-10-10T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-11T03:24:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-11T03:25:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ayumi - Moments</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dependency leaves me at a loss. It's as if I'm tethered by my heartstrings to his finger, the one on which he wears the ring I gave him. I'm the marionette and he's the song I dance to, and when he's gone I'm stratched too thin and just lay motionless willing myself to breathe until he returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If my life were transient like a flower &lt;br /&gt;I would be in full bloom by your side&lt;br /&gt;And after watching your smile &lt;br /&gt;I would fall alone, just quietly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he smiles at me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:anryoku:10362</id>
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    <title>anryoku @ 2006-06-15T15:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T21:28:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T21:28:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The taste of tabacco on the back of your tongue and hundreds of stars overhead. Dappling your feet in the water and the dull side-ache from laughing too much. Soft breeze carassing bare exposed skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect night.</content>
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