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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 02:40:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Sisterhood.</title>
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  <description>There&apos;s something about being with &quot;the girls&quot; that just makes everything &lt;br /&gt;seem... &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;. That, what happens tomorrow doesn&apos;t matter because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt; isn&apos;t perfect; but it&apos;s completely okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t think there is anyway for me to express this metaphorically but, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss it&lt;/b&gt;. I didn&apos;t realize until now but, a friendship between &lt;br /&gt;a guy and a girl is remarkably different than that of two girls. Although&lt;br /&gt;being with &quot;the guys&quot; encompasses a few good laughs and many a good time, &lt;br /&gt;it doesn&apos;t compare to that &quot;sisterly bond&quot; that involves sitting on the roof&lt;br /&gt;anxiously awaiting Kevin, merely so we can pour cups of water on him in the &lt;br /&gt;middle of the frigid winter, or throwing on war paint and starting mass chaos with &lt;br /&gt;water guns, or sitting on the pone 3+ hours not saying anything or playing &lt;br /&gt;dress up even laying in the middle of street with 5 blankets looking up&lt;br /&gt;at the sky and eating pretzels - only to move to the driveway and do the &lt;br /&gt;same thing, or how about camping in the backyard, scaring the shit out of each &lt;br /&gt;other with stories about stalkers and peeping toms then falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;outside anyway, especially; playing truth or dare and getting into massive &lt;br /&gt;marker fights that accumulate to nothing but a messy basement, missing socks &lt;br /&gt;and marker all over our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on and on. I&apos;ve lost that bond with my &quot;sister&quot; it&apos;s probably &lt;br /&gt;my fault for being as blunt and as stubborn as I am. But, here I am, actually&lt;br /&gt;beginning to regret something and preparing myself for the worst of consequences &lt;br /&gt;and understanding that everything &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; does happen for a reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; feeling like the outsider- that we have more in common&lt;br /&gt;than an interest in cars and movies. I miss being able to ponder about the &lt;br /&gt;future, planning weddings, trying on dresses for hours without end, staying&lt;br /&gt;up all and night plotting against the last jerk who thought screwing one of us &lt;br /&gt;over was cool, eating cereal at 1:30 in the morning because we ate everything &lt;br /&gt;else already, jumping out of sunroofs and going &quot;stealth ninja&quot; through the &lt;br /&gt;neighborhood. Simply, I miss being with &quot;my sisters.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 22:08:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What is love?</title>
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  <description>Love is a concept for cynics; so they can use, abuse and &lt;br /&gt;instill a hope in little girls that their &quot;prince charming&quot; &lt;br /&gt;is on his way to sweep them off their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe a little over exaggerated; but... it works.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 20:39:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>heh.</title>
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  <description>HEH. I can`t be mad. It`s not like I ever did anythong about it. BLAHH</description>
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