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 <title>Cooking</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... I&#039;ve been cooking for the last 6 hours. Appetizers, entrée, dessert, everything. I do that when I&#039;m stressed, or feeling guilty.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 12:30:04 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Sulking &amp; Wallowing in Self-Pity</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. I need to write this because I&#039;m feeling really bad.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:54:08 -0500</pubDate>
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 <title>Improbable Furniture</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you with a good imagination, a slightly twisted sense of humour and a definitely perverted outlook on life, let me recommend you:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;The Curios Sofa: A Pornographic Work by Ogdred Weary&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(It&#039;s a Edward Gorey book about a rather unimaginable party of people...and a very improbable and scary piece of furniture).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, how do you play thumbfumble?&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 20:47:12 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Death Cab Really Influences Me</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Metaphysically and everything, sure. But today it was rather noticeable. I have a huge bed, and I felt like changing to a twin sized bed... you&#039;ll understand why I say Death Cab influences me. I just don&#039;t want to look defeated if I do get the twin sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;
By the way, I like the old-school Death Cab better, but I just love everything they do. And I love Ben Gibbard.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 21:50:35 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>I Need You So Much Closer</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like I can&#039;t whine about life today. Everything is good, normal... normal. Always the same routine, the same people, the same conflicts over and over again. Nothing special, never. Sometime I feel like taking a plane and just flying away, starting a completely different life somewhere else. I guess everyone has felt that at some point, right?&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 21:05:08 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>I Feel Like Writing</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I watched Across the Universe for the nth time, and this cute Italian film called Manuale D&#039;amore.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 23:09:06 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Cute</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr. Big is so damn cute!!!!! I really like absolutely everything about him (except his boyfriend).&lt;br /&gt;
I had a wakeboarding accident today. The boat&#039;s driver left my cousin&#039;s slalom ski loose and it hit my leg as the boat accelerated. I laughed a lot, even if now I sport a huge bruise on my right leg.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 22:10:03 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Decadence</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just got home from the most decadent weekend I&#039;ve had in years.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 20:17:31 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Damn... I don&#039;t know how I ought to feel.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yesterday I met with some friends for a couple drinks (our original plan was just meeting, having one or two drinks, and hanging out in a lounge kinda talking and chilling). So, we were 5. Two Girls, A and B (both my friends), and three guys. D, who&#039;s A&#039;s friend, T who&#039;s my friend, and I.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 10:58:52 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>*Sigh*</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should have gone to Europe for a year, as almost everyone I know did. I shouldn&#039;t have gone to law school straight from high school. I look at them, and talk with them, and they&#039;re so happy, they&#039;ve re-discovered themselves and their capacities, they&#039;ve rediscovered love and life... and I&#039;m here, getting good grades, confused and bored.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 18:42:43 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>I&#039;m Happy</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m happy right now. I just had dinner with a very good friend, we talked a lot, I had a nice very cold beer (I had a beer craving since like yesterday), and a nice hamburger. It was fun and I&#039;m just really happy.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 23:44:06 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Notes, Mr. Big, a Cheque and Theatre</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#039;s been a peculiar day. First, I accidentally ripped two COP$50,000 notes (around 50 bucks) today. And they were brand-new *sigh*. It wouldn&#039;t have been a problem except for the tiny detail that the petrol station where I was filling didn&#039;t had the stupid thingy you use to pay with credit card, and I owed them $70,000. Stupid petrol station....&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 17:52:15 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>So. Bye Bye Mr. Big. Hello Clubbin&#039;!</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I was flirting a little with Mr. Big (ha was also flirting), and he just said like &#039;wait. I can&#039;t. I have a boyfriend&#039;. The good side is he&#039;s feeling guilty, what means that he actually thought something may happen. The bad side is that 1. I don&#039;t wanna be a boyfriend thief, and 2. I know he&#039;s too good to cheat on his boyfriend. So yeah, I&#039;m kind of down.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 23:33:51 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Mr. Big or I Met the Perfect Guy</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good news first:&lt;br /&gt;
I met this hot, smart, kind guy. He&#039;s gay, he&#039;s out, he knows I&#039;m gay, and he thinks I&#039;m cute. He loves the same books and the same music I do. He&#039;s about my age, and a Senior in a very good and recognised school in here. I&#039;m chatting with him right now, and I can&#039;t believe there&#039;s someone that cool in this world. I&#039;m seriously dying for this guy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The bad news:&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 21:28:47 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Clubbing</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;----Edit----&lt;br /&gt;
If Matt Bellamy, Dom Howard or Chris Wolstenholme need a slave, a doormat, an ashtray or someone to punch to relieve stress, I&#039;ll be more than glad to be that. Or whatever they want. I love those guys. They&#039;re not human, they&#039;re gods.&lt;br /&gt;
-----end of edit----&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ok. So, yesterday I went clubbing with some new university friends, and it was a mess.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 11:04:00 -0400</pubDate>
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