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  <title>Siobhan</title>
  <subtitle>Siobhan</subtitle>
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    <email>theditzynerd@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Siobhan</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-10T23:09:49Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:104436</id>
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    <title>My life is crazy....</title>
    <published>2008-09-10T23:09:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T23:09:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working for the dems in pueblo&lt;br /&gt;like 18 hrs a day minimum&lt;br /&gt;in charge of 6 people!!! (ah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;having fun but incredibly overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in love&lt;br /&gt;and planning a trip to thailand with said boy post-elecion :)&lt;br /&gt;really happy with where things are right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to post more later, at some point, i promise.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:102985</id>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2008-06-08T13:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-08T19:52:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-08T19:52:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I just looked over my last mesage and it looks like I'm crying because I'm lonely. Which is not the case. I'm totally crying over HRC. Well, not really anymore. But I *was* totally crying over HRC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to crafting... it turns out that I really like to paint terracotta pots. Who knew?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:102879</id>
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    <title>Ahhhhh</title>
    <published>2008-06-08T04:57:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-08T04:57:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life in Denver is getting better. At first is was weird, you know, the whole living with my parents and having Josh not talk to me (nope... still not really talking. But, update: we did exchange some emails that ended with me being like - you still haven't mentioned the girlfriend. And him replying he didn't want to because it might upset me. Which, of course, it did a little. But it upset me more that he stopped talking to me right beforehand. And I wanted to be like, Josh, I dumped YOU. Clearly, I will not be heartbroken if you have a new girlfriend as I, clearly, DO NOT WANT to be your girlfriend. But I decided that wouldn't be a nice thing to say). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting more into my campaign job, which is good. I mean, this week has been really tough. Like, I may have cried. And by may have I mean a lot. But in another week or so I will be all-Udall and the time. Haha.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:101960</id>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2008-04-30T13:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T17:23:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T17:23:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AC/DC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So Josh is in a new relationship. And while I'm a little shocked he's an a new relationship before I am (although... I may just be a victim of my enviroment...) I'm not as upset as I was the first time I thought he was in a relationship (long story.....). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the morals of the story are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm very glad I started the day with a bloody mary!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will now have lots of time to spend with the three people I still know in Denver this summer!!! YAY! I know you guys are overjoyed, so just try to calm yourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, in even better news... since it's finals, my need for procrastination will be so great I will totally post here more &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:101485</id>
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    <title>stealing from Brittany</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T16:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T16:10:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound of the campaign</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have some downtime and I need to do something non campaign relatd with my brain. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that in 2007 I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed single the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed with one person the whole year&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed someone new&lt;br /&gt;( ) made-out for the first time&lt;br /&gt;(x) made-out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;(x) came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten someone else pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten married&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a divorce&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a gay marriage&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) dated someone you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;( ) done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost your true love&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK/SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a promotion&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a pay raise&lt;br /&gt;( ) changed jobs&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) quit your job&lt;br /&gt;(x) dated a co-worker (kind of...?)&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated your boss&lt;br /&gt;( ) dated your boss' daughter/son&lt;br /&gt;( ) got fired from your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) got straight A's&lt;br /&gt;(x) met one teacher you really like&lt;br /&gt;( ) met one teacher you really hated&lt;br /&gt;( ) found the subject you love&lt;br /&gt;( ) failed a class&lt;br /&gt;(x) cut class&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a fight with a classmate&lt;br /&gt;(x) did something you were proud of&lt;br /&gt;(x) discovered a new talent&lt;br /&gt;( ) gave the teachers a reason to teach&lt;br /&gt;(x) proved yourself an idiot&lt;br /&gt;(x) embarassed yourself in front of the class&lt;br /&gt;( ) fell in love with a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) got a lead in the school play&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a varsity team&lt;br /&gt;(x) were involved in something you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;( ) got sent to the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;(x) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;(x) ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;(x) listened to music you couldn't stand&lt;br /&gt;(x) double-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(x) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(x) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;( ) went camping&lt;br /&gt;( ) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed till you almost peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) flirted shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;(x) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(x) visted a foreign state&lt;br /&gt;(x) cooked a disasterous meal&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost something important to you&lt;br /&gt;(x) got a gift you adore&lt;br /&gt;(x) realized something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x) went on a diet&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried to gain weight&lt;br /&gt;( ) dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) came close to losing your life&lt;br /&gt;( ) someone close to you died&lt;br /&gt;(x) went to a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank alchohol&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank alchohol underage&lt;br /&gt;( ) did (a) drug(s)&lt;br /&gt;(x) got drunk&lt;br /&gt;( ) got arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) read a great book&lt;br /&gt;(x) saw a great movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a movie so scary that it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw your favorite band/artist live&lt;br /&gt;(x) saw someone famous in person&lt;br /&gt;(x) did something you want to tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, my life really doesn't change much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first-sentence-of-every-month thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: I'm an idiot&lt;br /&gt;February:I don't do drama. &lt;br /&gt;March: Je vais a Paris le semestre prochain.&lt;br /&gt;April:It makes me really happy inside... which I realize is really weird, but it's ok. &lt;br /&gt;May: Someone took my black sweater!!! &lt;br /&gt;June: I'm back in black (literally, although I doubt my wearing black is very surprising to anyone). &lt;br /&gt;July: I had a funny moment last night. &lt;br /&gt;August: (no posts... august was a crazy busy month)&lt;br /&gt;September: I made out with a french boy tonight! &lt;br /&gt;October: is when I say my name is Siobhan, they don't need me to repeat it and they know how to spell it. &lt;br /&gt;November: I should not being on a date tonight. &lt;br /&gt;December: Dublin was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to update, etc. But back to work!!</content>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2007-12-15T08:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T07:54:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T07:54:48Z</updated>
    <category term="pouting"/>
    <content type="html">I&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;sick. &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;barely&lt;br /&gt;stand&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:99110</id>
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    <title>just a piss up courtesy of Her Brittanic Majesty</title>
    <published>2007-11-21T19:20:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T12:33:39Z</updated>
    <category term="paris"/>
    <category term="fairing la fete"/>
    <lj:music>Jenny Lewis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got invited to a party at the Brittish Embassy. And no, not with Julian. Some Brittish guy has a thing for my friend Amelia and one of his friends is in charge of the guestlist for this year's Footmen's party and so now I'm invited. Although it's not like an embassy ball or anything. Apparently everyone dresses up for the theme (I don't know what this year's is yet), then gets incredibly drunk. Knowing what a soft spot I have for the British accent, it's no surprise that I am incredibly excited.</content>
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    <title>How did I pull this off?</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T14:17:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T14:19:37Z</updated>
    <category term="wellesley"/>
    <lj:music>Benjamin Britten</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I knew I didn't have classes on Mondays next semester... but somehow I didn't notice I didn't have classes on thursday either until right now. Um... how did I pull that off?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:98580</id>
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    <title>I look funny</title>
    <published>2007-11-15T21:55:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-15T21:55:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I always wear "baby mascara" as I call it. Like, the wax-free neutrogena kind. But today, I bought french, grown-up mascara. And I put it on. And I look like a clown. How do people wear this stuff all the time? I swear -- I can see my eyelashes. Like, without a mirror. You know, this isn't the first time I've tried grown-up mascara... and it never works out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:98451</id>
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    <title>Paris is falling apart</title>
    <published>2007-11-12T22:05:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T22:05:32Z</updated>
    <category term="paris"/>
    <content type="html">The students of the sorbonne are striking. The metro is striking Wednesday. Someone stole something from the Louvre today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je vais ecrire plus, plus tard.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:96419</id>
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    <title>Hello, and welcome to the French Twighlite Zone</title>
    <published>2007-10-17T11:12:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-17T11:12:40Z</updated>
    <category term="paris"/>
    <category term="school"/>
    <lj:music>ACDC -- Let's Get it Up</lj:music>
    <content type="html">OK, so this isn't that weird, but I've been working on a paper for the last few days and I looked up this former French secretary of state for it, and he has my birthday! Weird... kind of?</content>
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    <title>Please don't judge me</title>
    <published>2007-10-09T18:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-09T18:31:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Britney Spears</lj:music>
    <content type="html">But from now on out, my theme song will officially be "My Perogative" by Britney Spears. I'mkind of obsessed with it, like 5 years too late.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:94991</id>
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    <title>I feel (or smell...) very French</title>
    <published>2007-09-26T21:07:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-26T21:07:21Z</updated>
    <category term="paris"/>
    <content type="html">I can't rememeber if the last time I showered was Sunday or Monday. Unfortunately, I think it was probably Sunday. I finally understand the whole not showering thing.</content>
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    <title>Officially a Paris Convert</title>
    <published>2007-09-16T18:11:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-16T18:11:51Z</updated>
    <category term="paris"/>
    <lj:music>Rilo Kiley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I love this city. It sounds so silly... it is so cliche... but I just do. Maybe it's the amount of free time I have, maybe I'm realizing that this is the more FREE period I may ever have in my life, but I live differenly here. I do little things like keep sented candles in my room, only eat one meal a day if it is amazing... I stay out to dawn. Last night after leaving the dance club, Kellye and I hopped the fence of the Arc de Triomphe and watched the sun right from inside it. It was amazing. Maybe I'm compensating for the fact that I'm not French, I don't speak French very well, and everyone here is so damn beautiful... but I feel so bold here. And even though I've only lived here a week, I feel really at home in Paris. I feel more like person I've always thought of myself to really be, but who I never really was. It's rather difficult to expain, but I'm very glad to live in Paris.</content>
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    <title>terrible...</title>
    <published>2007-09-08T18:32:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-08T18:32:09Z</updated>
    <category term="paris"/>
    <content type="html">So, I'm living in the same house as a 20-something french girl, and I understand nothing that she says, it's terrible. like, she talks, and I have no idea what happens. At all. Adults I can handle, but girls are hard. And she just came to my room to be nice and ask me what I did today, and it was pretty much really embarrasing, but I tried. And I know, I'll get better......</content>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2007-06-25T17:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-25T22:06:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-25T22:06:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">But I'm back in black (literally, although I doubt my wearing black is very surprising to anyone). So, I figured I'd let the 5 people who read my livejornal know that I'm alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for Hillary is alright. The hours suck, but it's good to be doing something I care about. Plus, my supervisor is awesome and gives me tons more responsibility than a lot of the other interns get. Plus, all my coworkers are fun. It's a chill office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I kind of have this crush on this guy who works at the coffee shop I always go to. And, I had decided he was cute a while ago, and we kind of flirted last week. So then today, he didn't talk to me at all, and I was a bit disheartened. But then, as we were walking out, I told me two friends that I had a crush on this guy and they started laughing becuase they had just commented to each other about how he checked me out a million times and they thought he must be interested in me. So, that was nice. I'm going to be in Manchester for at least three more weeks, probably more, so we'll see we were this goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a really cool girl from Simmons working on the campaign. It's funny how all the girls from women's colleges seem to ban together. Especially when we get the comment "I don't know how you do it -- I could never go to women's college". I'm sure my fellow WW reading this know what I'm talking about. It's not the comment itseld that is frustrating, it's the patronization that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work...</content>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2007-05-19T01:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-19T05:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-19T05:56:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone took my black sweater!!! WAAAAA! What am I supposed to wear in California now!!!!!!!! I am so upsettttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt</content>
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    <title>damn you Brittany.... I had to do it too!</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T03:17:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T03:17:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $2,732,328 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much are you worth?"&gt;How much are you worth?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ah ha!</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T06:30:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T06:30:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just remembered my missing male!</content>
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    <title>Notes on life</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T06:29:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T06:29:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Devotchka</lj:music>
    <content type="html">-I should study more&lt;br /&gt;especially for econ, as I have a mid term&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to, so ha!&lt;br /&gt;-Josh is comming this weekend (Have you met him, Robin?) &lt;br /&gt;-I can't decide whether or not to call back Forbes. And yes, he called me again... like a week ago... but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;-I missed soda&lt;br /&gt;-I like my name&lt;br /&gt;-I tried to make a list everyone I've ever kissed and I know I'm forgetting someone and it's driving me NUTS&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not going to dyke ball&lt;br /&gt;-Happy Belated Birthay, Robin (I tried to buy you a present... but it's a long story)&lt;br /&gt;-My roommate isn't talking to me and I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;-Last time she was talking to me, she told me all the gross details of her bodily functions while she a had a stomach bug... so maybe this is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;-I hate the firstclass server shutdown.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't want to study. &lt;br /&gt;-I think I should sleep now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:90842</id>
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    <title>I love excel</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T04:53:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T04:53:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It makes me really happy inside... which I realize is really weird, but it's ok. Like, it's so clean, and it does calculations for me, and lets me have a rainbow background... all at the same time!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:90347</id>
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    <title>I like this... and wanted to save it</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T05:10:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T05:10:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I believe that, as long as there is plenty, poverty is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Kennedy</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:89656</id>
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    <title>Watch out Perisian boys...</title>
    <published>2007-03-14T00:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T00:14:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Je vais a Paris le semestre prochain.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:89575</id>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2007-02-20T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T15:50:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T15:50:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great weekend. :) Great, great weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, maybe.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:creaturexoflove:89337</id>
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    <title>creaturexoflove @ 2007-02-04T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-05T03:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-05T03:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was going to say something... and now I've forgotten... c'est la vie.</content>
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