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  <title>Small cabbage</title>
  <subtitle>to the utmost</subtitle>
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    <name>The Edoro</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-05T21:15:16Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:79929</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-04-05T16:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-05T21:15:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-05T21:15:16Z</updated>
    <category term="blue october"/>
    <category term="concert"/>
    <category term="joanie&amp;apos;s birthday"/>
    <category term="hee"/>
    <lj:music>Crack The Shutters, by Snow Patrol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm going to see Blue October perform in Lawrence tomorrow for Joanie's birthday. :D Well, they're not performing for her, but tomorrow is her birthday and that is when they are performing. It's my present to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SUPER excited. There will be many pictures. And videos. And I will go 'heeeee' a lot.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:79694</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-03-17T17:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T22:24:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T22:24:45Z</updated>
    <category term="my feet"/>
    <category term="exercise"/>
    <category term="foot"/>
    <category term="blisters"/>
    <category term="ow"/>
    <category term="i&amp;apos;m so healthy lol"/>
    <category term="spring"/>
    <content type="html">Ah, spring. I do so love spring. Everything is green and growing and the air smells so nice. I just wish it never got above sixty or seventy degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an exercise bike, which I just spent fifteen minutes on. The last five were cooling down so my heart didn't explode when I went back to sitting on the internet. XD I'm so healthy u gaiz srsly. My legs are still kinda noodly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I also took a walk with my friend Joanie. And now my feet hate me. I have the world's most hideous blister, and now I shall show you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING NASTY PICTURES OF MY BLISTERY FOOT UNDER THIS LINE IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH DON'T LOOK OKAY ACTUALLY IT'S REALLY NOT THAT BAD BUT WHATEVER HERE YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/lazy_writer/pic/0000r2xs/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/lazy_writer/pic/0000r2xs/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/lazy_writer/pic/0000s6c6/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/lazy_writer/pic/0000s6c6/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:79431</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-03-13T14:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T20:08:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T20:08:56Z</updated>
    <category term="exercise"/>
    <category term="books"/>
    <category term="spring break"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="blood type"/>
    <category term="piercing"/>
    <lj:music>My Black Dahlia, by Hollywood Undead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SPRING BREAK FUCK YEAH. Nine day vacation! GONNA ROCK THIS BITCH UP AND DOWN THE BLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I'm going to sleep. Also, we have an exercise bike. When it gets set up, I will make use of it, for I am quite fat and out of shape. Also, for some reason, I can't breathe in my house. At school, running around up and down flights of stairs winds me. At home, getting up and walking into a different ROOM does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started reading an interesting book. It's called An Incomplete Education, and it's basically a collection of useless trivia that everyone should know. I'm close to halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did blood typing today in anatomy. I'm type B! My dad and I can share blood. :D Apparently my mom is Rh negative, which I gather is bad? I know one of them can result in horrible miscarriages, but I don't know which one. Whatever. God, I love science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two projects to do over this spring break. One is a shoebox thing for French, and the other is blatantly skipping out on presenting to my microbiology class. I'm gonna do a movie about polio. I have it mostly planned out, and I think it'll be pretty cool. It will be narrated by polio viruses! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my dad's this weekend. Want to get my lip pierced. God, I love putting metal in my face. I wonder if I'm turning to a more socially acceptable and less harmful form of SI. Well, whatever. I like it. Speaking of piercings, I need to get someone to stick a needle through my face again and open up my eyebrow piercing. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Which closed up because I'm stupid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:79295</id>
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    <title>Feeling whiny, blah</title>
    <published>2009-03-12T20:10:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-12T20:10:47Z</updated>
    <category term="woe"/>
    <category term="blah"/>
    <category term="whining"/>
    <category term="my love life or lack thereof"/>
    <lj:music>My Black Dahlia, by Hollywood Undead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So my best friend is going out with this other girl named Lynne. She--Joanie, the friend--wanted to go with this girl named Cheyenne, who is nice but flaky and weird and has hella issues. And Cheyenne put her on hold, so she decided to go with Lynne, who is available and nice. And not as messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now she's happy and I'm feeling melancholy. It's been a year and I still can't shake this stomach-twisting love-something. She's seven years older than me, she's taken, she's half a country away, and I know it will never work and on one level I'm okay with that, but on another I just refuse to believe it. For a long, long time I would get really, amazingly sad over it, and it was the whole center of my life for a little, to the point where I couldn't go a day without thinking &amp;quot;God, I love her so much&amp;quot; and then I'd want to cry. Now I'm mostly happy, because it feels so nice to think of loving someone and I'm kind of scared to let go of it. It's such a bright feeling, like a big burst of yellow sun on grass in the middle of my chest, and it makes me feel warm and tight and good. I don't want to give that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though, it's a slow ache and a hole in my ribs. There's nothing much to do when it feels that way except distract myself, but... *sigh* I'm a lot better than I was, and the bits of sadness feel so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I could be worse. I could always be worse. I've been worse and I'm scared of feeling that way again. If I skip my pills for even just a couple of days--I never do it on purpose, mind you, I just forget--I start to feel like the whole world hates me. It's scary. I'm sad and angry and I want to hurt people and I think people hate me. So this little bit of gloom is a good trade-off for how happy I normally am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I felt like whining. WHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Schythr just showed me a cool new band and I have cold pizza. These are the joys of life.</content>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-03-02T15:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T21:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T21:26:19Z</updated>
    <category term="dying"/>
    <category term="harghle"/>
    <category term="argh"/>
    <category term="narghle"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <lj:music>Boston, by The Dresden Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This just in: Edoro is a stupid dumb stupid face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two essays, two maps, eighty-four history terms, and around ten biology outlines. All due this Friday. ALL FOR AP CLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I take these classes? Why didn't that little voice in my head speak up and say, &amp;quot;No, Edo, don't do it! You'll die!&amp;quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harghleblarghleargle.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:78802</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-22T20:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-23T02:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T02:26:04Z</updated>
    <category term="d&amp;amp;d"/>
    <category term="roleplaying"/>
    <category term="games"/>
    <category term="hobbies"/>
    <category term="i&amp;apos;m such a dork"/>
    <lj:music>Nothing Better, by The Postal Service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've been making up a D&amp;amp;D character for about a week now, and today I finally got the chance to play her. She's a human cleric named Freya and basically looks like a chubby little lesbian. (Short, little plump, short blond hair...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing with Joanie and one of Joanie's friends, Ally, with a guy we knew from middle school--Robbie--as DM. I spent the entire day at Joanie's, while Robbie and Ally came over around 3:30. We still had to make Ally's character and put the finishing touches on mine and Joanie's, which took about two and a half hours, so we didn't really start playing until six, six-thirty. But it was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanie's a whiny, dramatic, flamboyantly gay elf wizard. I am, as said before, a cute little gay cleric. Ally's a grumpy and violent dwarven fighter. Together, we...get in a lot of fights and don't get along. XD Ally started a bar fight, killed a pig, and angered a weretiger. All in TWO DAYS. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm neutral, tending towards good, while Joanie's good and Ally's neutral tending towards violent and stupid, so I have to mediate. It's pretty fun. Freya wants to just travel around the world and record everything she sees, while Ellian--Joanie's character--just wants to travel, and...I'm not sure what Fandarel--Ally's dwarf--wants. To get in fights, I guess. XD The elf and dwarf both hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was way more fun than I thought, and I can't wait to do it again. Hopefully we'll all be free this coming Tuesday, as I'm ADDICTED now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:78409</id>
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    <title>Truth Meme stolen from Joy</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T21:12:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T21:12:26Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;001. Real name &amp;rarr; Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)&amp;rarr; Edoro, Edo.&lt;br /&gt;003. Zodiac sign &amp;rarr; Libra.&lt;br /&gt;004. Male or female &amp;rarr; Female.&lt;br /&gt;005. Nursery &amp;rarr; Uh...I went to a lot of different preschools while my parents were at work.&lt;br /&gt;006. Primary School &amp;rarr; Robinson Elementary.&lt;br /&gt;007. Secondary School: Raytown South High School.&lt;br /&gt;008. Hair color &amp;rarr;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;009. Long or short -&amp;gt; Long.&lt;br /&gt;010. Loud or Quiet &amp;rarr;Quiet except around my friends.&lt;br /&gt;011. Sweats or Jeans &amp;rarr; Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;012. Phone or Camera &amp;rarr; ....Both? Probably phone.&lt;br /&gt;013. Health freak &amp;rarr; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;014. Drink or Smoke? &amp;rarr; Drinking is gross. Smoking...mixed response.Tobacco is nasty.&lt;br /&gt;015. Do you have a crush on someone? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;016. Eat or Drink: Oh, man. Eat?&lt;br /&gt;017. Piercings &amp;rarr; Both earlobes and my left eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;018. Tattoos: None. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;019. Been in an airplane&amp;rarr; Just a few times.&lt;br /&gt;020. Been in a relationship &amp;rarr; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;021. Been in a car accident &amp;rarr; No.&lt;br /&gt;022. Been in a fist fight &amp;rarr; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing &amp;rarr; Ears. I forget when.&lt;br /&gt;024. First best friend? &amp;rarr;Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;025. First award &amp;rarr; Uh...I NEVER WIN ANYTHING. WAH.&lt;br /&gt;026. First crush &amp;rarr; Ooh, I don't know. This guy at my middle school named Alex Searcy, probably. I didn't even know him, but he had nice hair. Or maybe Tucker in elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;027. First kiss &amp;rarr; Haven't had one yet.&lt;br /&gt;028. First big vacation &amp;rarr; Uh...Man.I don't know. Nashville, Tennessee?&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;029. Last person you talked to -&amp;gt; In real life? Joanie. Online? Schythr.&lt;br /&gt;030. Last person you texted &amp;rarr; Joanie.&lt;br /&gt;031. Last person you watched a movie with &amp;rarr; Um...my English class. Or either Joanie or my dad. XD&lt;br /&gt;032. Last food you ate &amp;rarr; Chicken nuggets with chemical cheese, a bread roll, and green beans.&lt;br /&gt;033. Last movie you watched &amp;rarr; Something on greed by John Stossel.&lt;br /&gt;034. Last song you listened to &amp;rarr; Half Jack, by the Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;035. Last thing you bought &amp;rarr; A Dr. Pepper from a school vending machine&lt;br /&gt;036. Last person you hugged &amp;rarr; My grandmother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:&lt;br /&gt;037. Food &amp;rarr; Carrot cake, chicken, just about anything with noodles...&lt;br /&gt;038. Drinks &amp;rarr; Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;039. Clothing &amp;rarr; T-shirts and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;040. Flower &amp;rarr; No idea.&lt;br /&gt;042. Colors &amp;rarr; Green and blue.&lt;br /&gt;043. Movies &amp;rarr; Ooh, uh...Once Upon A Time In Mexico, Jesus Christ Superstar (the newer version).&lt;br /&gt;044. Subjects &amp;rarr; Anything science related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check all that apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I...&lt;br /&gt;045. [ ] kissed someone&lt;br /&gt;046. [ ] celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;047. [x] had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;048. [ ]went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone (I said I don't text but I do have a cell. and I have one person that texts me on it.)&lt;br /&gt;049. [x] someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;050. [ ] came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;053. [x] done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;054. [x] broken a promise?&lt;br /&gt;055. [x] hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;056. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;057. [x] met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;058. [x] pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;059. [ ] left the state&lt;br /&gt;060. [ ] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;061. [x] cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;062. [ ] ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;063. [ ] went to the beach with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;064. [x] got into an argument with your friends&lt;br /&gt;065. [x] hated someone&lt;br /&gt;066. [x] stayed single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;067. Eating &amp;rarr; Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;068. Drinking &amp;rarr; Nothing&lt;br /&gt;069. I'm about to &amp;rarr; Fill out more of my D&amp;amp;D character sheet&lt;br /&gt;070. Listening to &amp;rarr; A station on pandora.com.&lt;br /&gt;071. Plans for today &amp;rarr; Homework. Dinner at my cousin's. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;072. Waiting for &amp;rarr; The weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;073. Want kids? &amp;rarr; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;074. Want to get married? &amp;rarr; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;075. Careers in mind &amp;rarr; Vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH A BOY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;076. Lips or eyes &amp;rarr; eyes&lt;br /&gt;077. Shorter or taller?&amp;rarr; I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;078. Romantic or spontaneous &amp;rarr; Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;079. Nice stomach or nice arms &amp;rarr; Stomach.&lt;br /&gt;080. Sensitive or loud &amp;rarr; Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;081. Hook-up or relationship &amp;rarr; Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;082. Trouble-maker or hesitant &amp;rarr; Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;083. Lost glasses/contacts &amp;rarr; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;084. Snuck out of your house &amp;rarr;No.&lt;br /&gt;085. Held a gun/knife for self defense &amp;rarr; No.&lt;br /&gt;086. Killed somebody &amp;rarr; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;087. Broken someone's heart &amp;rarr; Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;088. Been arrested &amp;rarr; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;089. Cried when someone died &amp;rarr; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;090. Yourself &amp;rarr; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;091. Miracles &amp;rarr; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;092. Love at first sight &amp;rarr; No.&lt;br /&gt;093. Heaven &amp;rarr; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;094. Santa Claus &amp;rarr; No.&lt;br /&gt;095. Sex on the first date &amp;rarr; Not personally.&lt;br /&gt;096. Kiss on the first date &amp;rarr; I don't know. XD I've never dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? &amp;rarr; Little bit.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? &amp;rarr;&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God &amp;rarr; I believe in something.</content>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-17T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T01:28:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T01:28:53Z</updated>
    <category term="grades"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="i&amp;apos;m awesome"/>
    <lj:music>Love Me Dead, by Luda</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I've had this assignment hanging over my head for a while. I had to do a review of the book And The Band Played On, and I just today got the rough draft back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my teacher said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE SAID IT WAS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS LOOKING FOR. AND I DIDN'T NEED TO DO ANYTHING EXCEPT SPELLCHECK IT. FUCK YES.</content>
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    <title>Sex meme! So many N/As</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T19:37:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T19:37:27Z</updated>
    <category term="i am such a virgin"/>
    <category term="sex meme"/>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;1. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What side of the bed do you sleep on? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, I never share a bed, except when I spend the night at Joanie's. Then, I like to sleep next to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you masturbate? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO. NEVER. IS DIRTY. &amp;gt;O &lt;strike&gt;All the fucking time.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How often? Lately? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Normally at least twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Do you prefer showers or baths?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you watch/read pornography? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO. NEVER. IS DIRTY. &amp;gt;O &lt;strike&gt;Only all the time.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Either, I guess, although I'd definitely want someone who knew what they were doing BECAUSE I DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Do you love someone on your friends list? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Do you know all the people on your friends list? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Would you choose love or money?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Your top three favorite kinks in bed? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Um...In reality: N/A &lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically/in roleplay: BDSM, raep, and...er...cute virgin deflowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Have you ever been caught having sex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Have you ever been to a strip club?. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Ever been to a bar just to get sex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club for sexual reasons? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Ever been picked up in a bar? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What's your sexuality? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Had sex in a movie theater? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Had sex in a bathroom? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Have you ever had sex at work? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Have you ever been in an &amp;quot;adult&amp;quot; store? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Bought something from an adult store? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;NO. WAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Do you own any sex toys? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not for lack of trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. If yes, how many and what are they? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;strike&gt;I've taken naughty pictures of MYSELF, but they've all been deleted.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Have you ever had phonesex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Have you ever had cybersex? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uh, I've roleplayed sex on the internet...probably not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uh...I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. What's your favorite sexual position? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. What's your favorite sex act? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.Who do you think has the guts to repost this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No idea. Drelfina, maybe?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:77659</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-15T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T01:18:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T01:18:25Z</updated>
    <category term="ow"/>
    <category term="baby guppies"/>
    <category term="cave fish"/>
    <category term="guppies"/>
    <category term="my toe"/>
    <category term="fish!"/>
    <lj:music>Monsters, by Matchbook Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The vents at my dad's house aren't covered, so I stepped in one yesterday. The result was unpleasant. I have a big lump on my leg that hurts if you so much as think about touching it, and I'm pretty sure I broke my big toe. Wah. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my twenty gallon tank back! It's been at Dad's since the fire, but now IT IS HOME. AND SO ARE ALL OF MY FISHES. Sadly, I lost Ethan. :( He died at Dad's a little while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is good. I have a bunch of cute guppy boys, including one absolutely gorgeous one with this deep orange tail and fins, and some weird guppy/swordtail mixes. Also, my cave fish are GIANT FAT FISHIES. YES THEY ARE.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:77501</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-13T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T06:10:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T06:10:08Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
    <category term="bendy straw"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <category term="four-day weekend"/>
    <lj:music>Eminem freestyling over Zelda (Soul Calibur) Beat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am SO GLAD that this week is over. (I get a day off tomorrow, yay! And then one on Monday, so FOUR-DAY WEEKEND FUCK YEAH.) I had so freaking much homework, and three tests, but I got everything done and think I did pretty well, so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am drinking chai tea with milk. With a BENDY STRAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, it does not get better than this.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:77196</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-10T21:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-11T03:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-11T03:20:34Z</updated>
    <category term="thoughs"/>
    <category term="storm"/>
    <content type="html">As most of the people who read this know, my house was struck by lightning near the beginning of this past August. The fire didn't damage it TOO badly, but we had to live first in a hotel and then in a rental house until October while our house was repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved storms.However, right at this moment, there's a thunderstorm going on, and all I can think about is: Should I unplug my computer? What if the house gets hit again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was hurt during the fire. We were really, really lucky, and it honestly wasn't such a bad thing.But I think it gave me more of an awareness that, to take a phrase from Stephen King, the world has teeth and it can bite you with them anytime it wants. Terrible things can happen, and you just don't know until they've already happened.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:76810</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-10T00:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T06:20:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-10T06:20:07Z</updated>
    <category term="why am i awake?"/>
    <category term="original fic"/>
    <category term="wtf"/>
    <category term="reviews plz"/>
    <content type="html">Lately, things have been popping into my head at random moments. Here is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I woke up early, just after down, and when I went outside I saw something amazing. A hundred purple flowers had grown up overnight, and inside each of them was a little kitten the size of a golfball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of mewing, the kittens sang: blue Wednesdays and pancake batter, flour on the counter in the shape of my mom's hand, the summer days that lasted forever where I could run and run until my feet bled and then keep going, on and on, leaving my crimson trail to dry sticky behind me and then I'd come home and laugh at the way my feet looked with no more skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They turned the air into dust in sunbeams and dewy spiderwebs at six am, made everything those quiet hours before life starts. They sang clouds and blankets and hammocks hanging heavy with snow, and the beauty of everything broken and everything new. In their voices was the whole world and everything loved, everything needed, everything dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the flowers closed up and turned into dust, floating on the air; they covered the whole country and then the whole world, and no one who breathed could hate anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't wake me i plan on sleeping in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:76561</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-08T14:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T20:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T20:50:50Z</updated>
    <category term="stumbleupon"/>
    <category term="monstrosities"/>
    <category term="joanie"/>
    <category term="baking"/>
    <category term="petit fours"/>
    <category term="what have i done?"/>
    <category term="firefox"/>
    <content type="html">If you use Firefox and don't have stumpleupon, get it. It's seriously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night, I had Joanie over, and we decided to make petit fours. It...could've turned out better. I have a bunch of pictures sitting on my camera which I shall upload later, because...well, it was fun, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ohgod it looked like we disemboweled somebody and made a cake out of their intestines.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a learning process! Also, I want to make them for my French class, and they are difficult, so...uh...practice is good. Practice is very good. (Next, I want to make FRUIT petit fours! They look cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:76318</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-07T13:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T19:59:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T19:59:07Z</updated>
    <category term="apple"/>
    <category term="ipod touch"/>
    <category term="why?"/>
    <category term="ipod"/>
    <lj:music>All These Things That I've Done, by The Killers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is a little random, but... Could anyone tell me WHY the iPod touch is so popular? I had a first generation iPod, and it was great, except for the touch controls. They were annoying. I'd put it in my pocket, and it would randomly switch songs. I used it to listen to music while at the gym, so, as you can imagine, that was pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems to me that Apple has simply put the worst thing about the first iteration of their product and sold it to you as new and exciting. Why does this work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you haven't, go check out pandora.com. It's an awesome free internet radio site. Only works in the US, apparently, but Schythr, if/when you read this and you want to check it out, I'll give you a US zipcode and we'll see if it works.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:76161</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-06T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T02:53:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T02:53:38Z</updated>
    <category term="outside"/>
    <category term="i love the winter"/>
    <category term="nature"/>
    <lj:music>Cars and leaves</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am barefoot in the back yard with melted snow chilling my toes and as the wind rustles the dark around me, I have never been so content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is too bright for the dark to scare me now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:75867</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-02T14:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-02T20:51:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-02T20:51:41Z</updated>
    <category term="my mom rocks"/>
    <category term="grades"/>
    <category term="fish"/>
    <category term="i rock"/>
    <category term="tuberculosis paper"/>
    <category term="guppies"/>
    <category term="ebola"/>
    <category term="microbiology"/>
    <lj:music>The sound of my fishtank OH GOD IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got &lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;100 out of 50 &lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;on my microbiology paper.Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have to write the first draft of my book review. It's due Friday. ;_; Ms Monaco is trying really, REALLY hard to kill me. But I will forgive her because WE'RE WATCHING A MOVIE ON EBOLA TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I took out like half my guppies' water and then realized I had no water conditioner, so they've been half-empty since last night. Poor babies. The filter's still going, and my mom, who is the most awesome person in the world, got me some AquaSafe on her lunch break. Yay for my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:75586</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-02-01T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T19:17:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T19:17:47Z</updated>
    <category term="i love baking"/>
    <category term="baking"/>
    <category term="cookies"/>
    <content type="html">I made two different kinds of cookies last night! First I made coconut and lime macaroons, which are DELICIOUS, by the way, and then I made a giant brittany butter pan-cookie. XD Which is less delicious, but my dad likes it so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In related news, if I could just spend every second of my life baking and then eating cookies, I could die happy. (And I would. At forty. Of a heart attack. Which is not the point!)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:75398</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-01-31T20:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T02:05:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T02:05:04Z</updated>
    <category term="ethan"/>
    <category term="fish"/>
    <category term="fishies"/>
    <category term="one year whoo!"/>
    <lj:music>Apologize, by One Republic ft. Timbaland</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I would just like to announce to anyone who cares that I have had my swordtail, Ethan, for one year! When I got him, he was a little baby. I thought he was a girl, in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's a big ol' orange guy swimmin' around, makin' babies with his girlfriend. Yay Ethan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to take fishpictures*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:75216</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-01-31T17:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-31T23:56:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-31T23:56:15Z</updated>
    <category term="meteos"/>
    <category term="games"/>
    <category term="buy this now"/>
    <content type="html">There is a game out for the Nintendo DS. Its name is Meteos, and it is the best goddamn game I've ever played. If you have a DS, get this game. If you don't, buy one so you can get this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteos is like the bastard child of Bejeweled and Tetris. Like Tetris, you have colored blocks falling from the sky, but they're only one shape. You can't move them while they're falling; you have to arrange them once they're in their designated column. You can only move them up or down, and, like Bejeweled, the goal is to make matches of three or more of the same color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Meteos is also like something really awesome. Something without a name. The blocks are a number of different colors, meant to represent the different elements. You can play on different planets, each of which has a different background, different music, and differently shaped blocks. They're all the same elements, but some are squares and some are odd geometric shapes. Sometimes they have different textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the game is that there is this planet, planet Meteo, which sends these blocks off to attack other planets. By matching blocks, you launch them into space at your opponent. It has a startrip mode wherein you travel through the galaxy to planet Meteo and then defeat it. There are several ways to play startrip mode, from a straight line to planet Meteo to a web of selections starting with one planet and ending with, I believe, eight different paths to eight different endings. There's another, non-linear mode, where you must complete certain quests during your battle, and the planet you can choose next depends on whether or not you complete the quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's super mega fun. GET METEOS NAO.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:74975</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-01-29T18:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-30T00:57:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-30T00:57:08Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="bored"/>
    <category term="i am bored"/>
    <category term="drabbles"/>
    <content type="html">I'm dying of boredom and avoiding my homework. Like a responsible student. Give me writing prompts and I'll try to drabble. I want to get my creative juices flowin'!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lazy_writer:74509</id>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-01-28T19:20:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T01:23:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T01:23:40Z</updated>
    <category term="ap euro"/>
    <category term="cramps"/>
    <category term="mr damitz is satan"/>
    <category term="pain"/>
    <category term="homework"/>
    <lj:music>Fistful of Sand, by The Bravery</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The right side of my jaw hurts. I have so much homework in AP Euro that it's giving me tuberculosis. And, to top it all off, it feels like I am simultaneously suffering an attack of diarrhea and being stabbed repeatedly in the ovaries with glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, God, let us have a snow day tomorrow. I just might die if we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Anyone want a uterus? It's in mint condition. Never removed from box.</content>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-01-26T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T23:11:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T23:11:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I took a meme from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_joyinthedance' lj:user='joyinthedance' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://joyinthedance.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://joyinthedance.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;joyinthedance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;. You have to list the first line of your past twenty fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Her name eluded him for a moment, and then he found it again and breathed it out in a long sigh against her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;19: Five years old, and already his vision is failing.&lt;br /&gt;18: Slide out of bed, sheets whispering against his skin. &lt;br /&gt;17: &lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Genma can't ever remember seeing Aoba without his glasses.&lt;br /&gt;16: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Before them, the Red Sea, nothing but rippling waves of water, hardly more substantial than air but, at the same time, as impassable as a sheer cliff face. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: &lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It was evening, just before dusk, with the sun sinking slowly down beneath the lip of the horizon, throwing its dying colors all over the clouds. &lt;br /&gt;14: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Tonbo has a good sense of time, but trapped deep underground where the temperature--coolly damp--never changes and there is no warm sunlight to fall on his face, he can't tell one day from another.&lt;br /&gt;13: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Running. &lt;br /&gt;12: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Aoba glanced at the glowing numbers of the stove clock as he padded into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;11: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He'd bought so many locks, set up so many alarms, but none of that mattered. &lt;br /&gt;10:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Neji comes into the world as all infants do: wet and naked and squalling.&lt;br /&gt;9: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The fight was over. &lt;br /&gt;8: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It was a nice day, all sunny and bright and cloudless. &lt;br /&gt;7: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The light is a deep whisky bottle orange amber, darkening hair normally a thick gold color to something more like bloody honey. &lt;br /&gt;6: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;There is a tree in the middle of a forest, great and strong and tall, with vibrant green leaves and thick sturdy branches.&lt;br /&gt;5: &lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It's very easy to make promises, and it's very easy to break them, and oftentimes it's easy to ignore the guilt, too. &lt;br /&gt;4: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Tonbo doesn't love Asuma.&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Still in the breathless time between night and morning, a sort of pseudo-twilight, Genma stares out over the village. &lt;br /&gt;2: &lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Aoba was hot like ice, Tonbo decided; those strong fingers burned abstract patterns over his skin, but all he could do was shiver.&lt;br /&gt;1: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Hey.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>lazy_writer @ 2009-01-26T07:05:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T13:08:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T13:08:02Z</updated>
    <category term="i&amp;apos;m a terrible student"/>
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    <content type="html">I've been a good little student since school began, so today I took a hooky day. It is going to be satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to sleep, play Viva Pinata, and work on my microbiology paper. Whoo!</content>
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    <title>Kiss My Eyes</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T05:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-30T01:06:34Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Sorry Bunch, by The Dresden Dolls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: ...And Lay Me To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Tonbo, OC&lt;br /&gt;Rating: M for sex&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Tonbo dallies with a student. Het, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her name eluded him for a moment, and then he found it again and breathed it out in a long sigh against her cheek. &amp;quot;Motoko...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Why didn't you go to that lecture?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Because I don't need to know about sensory deprivation, sensei.&amp;quot; Hard, mocking. Angry. &amp;quot;I already know. It's simple. I studied before I came here, you know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You'll damn well do what I tell you to do, whether you think you know it already or not.&amp;quot; Angry right back, matching her, drawing on a great hidden store of latent rage that lay just below the surface, placid as a puddle, deep enough to drown in. &amp;quot;Do you understand me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Bite me, sensei.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He pushed her against the wall and bit her neck, teeth closing around the suddenly frantic pulse there, jaws tensing enough that she'd have bruises later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her long fingers raked down his back, nails drawing up stinging welts. Her slim thighs tightened around his waist, squeezing. Her heels pressed into the small of his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He expected a slap, a scream maybe, but she grabbed his shirt and pulled him up, kissing him hard. Her teeth split his lip and they both licked the blood off of each other's mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her breasts were small, nipples standing hard under the thin undershirt. Wearing her uniform shirt open, he'd have to get on her about that, it made Ibiki yell at him... God, what he'd have given to see it. She wasn't wearing a bra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He dipped his head down to her collar, tracing the outline of bones with his tongue. He licked up the curve of one breast, circled her nipple, and took it into his mouth, sucking lightly. The other he cupped with his hand, thumb rubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Shirt.&amp;quot; Half-commanding, half-needy. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You too.&amp;quot; He undid the buttons and shrugged it off quickly, whimpering a little as she ran a nail over one of his nipples. He'd be disappointed if he came out of this without being bloodied up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She let him touch every exposed inch of her, exploring with fingers and palms, building up his mental image of her. Slim, with the barest curve to her hips, breasts that fit in his hands, not quite flat stomach. Long, jagged scar along her ribcage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She did something and the muscles inside of her rippled, squeezing him. He grunted, jerking a little, and nearly lost it right then and there. &amp;quot;Fuck,&amp;quot; he groaned against her sweat-damp skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her pants came off all the way, his just to his knees. She was tight inside, and he started slow, but then she growled for him to do it harder and he just couldn't keep himself from slamming forwards, burying himself in her. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She stroked his hips, tracing hipbones, fingers leaving hot trails over his skin, and he shuddered. One long finger slid around, between his buttocks, and he gasped as she fingered him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Knew you'd like it,&amp;quot; she said, voice heavy with lust and amusement.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He let himself go soft in her, hands exploring again. Her hands were rough, but the rest of her skin was almost delicate. The weight of her breasts in his hands was deeply satisfying in a way he didn't really understand. She was just his height, and they fit together perfectly, like their bodies had been built for each other. Like lost pieces of the same puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Take these off.&amp;quot; Long-nailed fingers slid over his bandages, trying to find where they started.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He gently pushed her hands away and unwound them, letting the linen fall in a soft pile by their feet. She stroked his eyesockets and closed lids, and it was somehow more intimate than her other hand between his legs. She ran nails through his hair and it made his scalp shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He wiggled a hand between them, finger between her thighs, and pressed gently until she gasped and forgot he hadn't answered the question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She kissed both eyes and then helped him put the bandages back on. They got dressed without speaking, the little room quiet except for their heavy breathing. Sex didn't change things for Tonbo. She was still just his student. When she came up later and told him she was marrying her fiance in a week, though, all he could think about was how she'd kissed his eyes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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