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  <title>FabledAngel's Broken Dreams</title>
  <subtitle>caLL me whaT yOu WIll</subtitle>
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    <title>I wish I were someone's butterfly...</title>
    <published>2003-07-10T02:50:03Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-10T02:50:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crazy Town- Butterfly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be somebody's Butterfly... Someone's baby. Someone that they love so much and are in total awe of. It's something to be earned, to be sure... but wouldn't it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing&lt;br /&gt;**?** You got me sprung with your tongue ring&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna lie cuz your lovin gets me high&lt;br /&gt;So to keep you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin that I won't try.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in her eyes and her looks to kill&lt;br /&gt;time is passing and I'm asking could this be real?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't sleep, I can't hold still&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;I can feel. Too much is never enough&lt;br /&gt;You always gotta lift me up when these times get rough&lt;br /&gt;I was lost now I'm found ever since you been around&lt;br /&gt;Meet a woman that I want see how I'm puttin it down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change someone's world around, too. I want the man I fall in love and with and marry to appreciate me and what I do for him... Appreciate the impact I make on his life as much as I appreciate him. I want him to write a song about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make someone go crazy. To be totally and completely in love, no holds barred, so to speak. No rules, no regulations, no games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't deserve you, in essence **?**&lt;br /&gt;You show me life is precious and I guess its true. &lt;br /&gt;But together too throughly never knew till I met you.&lt;br /&gt;See, I was lost and confused, twisted and used up&lt;br /&gt;I knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it&lt;br /&gt;My life style wild, I was living like a wild child,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped on a short leash, parole, and police files.&lt;br /&gt;Say, yo, whats happenin now?&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun breakin down into dark clouds,&lt;br /&gt;And a vision of you, standin out in the crowd. So,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I stood out in the crowd. I wish I was totally sexy and wild for him. No use wishing, of course. Something I have to work for. But this song just makes me want it so badly. There's no way I could handle being committed at this time in my life, but what's wrong with dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday I am someone's pretty baby. I want to make him go crazy, I want to drive him completely wild and have the most passionate loving experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey, sugar mamma, come dance with me&lt;br /&gt;The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tickles your fancy,&lt;br /&gt;Girl me and you like Cid and Nancy&lt;br /&gt;So sexy, almost evil. Talkin 'bout butterflies in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that happy endings were only in the books I read,&lt;br /&gt;But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase and&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can see it don't get better than this&lt;br /&gt;So, Butterfly, here is a song, and its sealed with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;And a thank you, miss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;So Come and dance with me, uh-huh uh-huh&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, come come my lady&lt;br /&gt;You're my butterfly, sugar, baby...&lt;br /&gt;Come, my lady, you're my pretty baby.&lt;br /&gt;I make your legs shake you make me go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me, uh-huh uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Come and dance with me&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I have this song, right? Maybe love like that doesn't exist... As I get older I see how complicated it really becomes. Maybe it doesn't exist. But, maybe... It does.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabledangel:65977</id>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-07-09T02:55:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-09T09:55:52Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T09:55:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;big&gt;Everyone check out my new journal format and background! Please?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt; Tell me what you think... What color should the text be to make it more legible? Do you like the background, the layout? And ideas for a new icon? Talk to me, people!</content>
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    <title>Bittersweet Symphony</title>
    <published>2003-07-09T08:21:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T20:08:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eternity</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was listening to it on the way home.... And just had to think: how true. it is. Life really is a bittersweet symphony.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet. Ain't it the truth. Everything that tastes the sweetest always seems to have a bitter aftertaste. However, it runs the other way, too. Just when things are the worst, something beautiful happens. It may not last long, but it's enough to keep everyone from killing themselves. I honestly don't know how my parents have made it so long and not killed themselves from frustration with the human race. Maybe I'm the slightest bit morbid or pessimistic, but each day I go on I see how hopeless it all really is. But something small and delightful always keeps me going and keeps the world in motion, and bearable for just one more moment. One more moment...&lt;br /&gt;Symphony. Life is a symphony. It keeps moving, always... Always flowing and changing, carrying us with the tide of the music. Sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes loud, fast, and overwhelming. It keeps our hearts beating fast. Every person is walking to their own rythm, but all of us seem to hear at least something similar in our heartbeats.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, honestly... At this point I'm just typing, getting my feelings out. Sometimes this is the best therapy. And, right now, I need all the therapy I can get. Not that my life has ever been that bad. I've grown up and lived middle-class, gone to good schools, and I've never wanted for anything I actually needed. I'm not ugly, I'm not fat, I'm not stupid. But everyone, even the ones who seem the luckiest, suffer sometimes. And sometimes they just need to vent. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get lost tonight. I want to... I just want to be totally lost with my thoughts and be someplace dark and alone for a while. It seems like thats where I am most of the time anyway, but for once I'd like to think I'm where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Life is relentless. It never stops. Thigns keep coming at you, and never slow down. I feel like I'm in stasis right now, and yet obstacles keep flying past me at a speed I can barely handle but always manage to. I'm crying and smiling, flying and sinking, devastated and elated, apprehensive and excited... All at the same time. Every turn uncovers something new and fantastic, and deadly. Will this continue like this my whole life, or will it pass? My dad says he'd never be a teenager again given the choice. So, I wonder... does it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have so much more to go through before anything is at peace. We change as much between 20 and 25 as we do between 15 and 20. I'm barely even through the first two years of that. It's daunting. How am I going to do this? How many people will I encounter? How many will decieve me? How may will I decieve, unwittingly or not? Will I fall in love? More than once? What pains will befall me? What will I learn from these crucial years?&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley said it best: &lt;i&gt;Everything's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;So woman, no cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try.</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-07-05T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2003-07-05T07:40:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-05T07:41:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;i...am...so...&lt;strike&gt;sad&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;distressed&lt;/strike&gt; utterly broken...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabledangel:65118</id>
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    <title>Mmmm I'm badass</title>
    <published>2003-07-01T00:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-01T00:59:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pillar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/ScarletDragonSlayer/1055581380_icturesvhD.JPG" border="0" alt="caine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Caine, the first of the vampires. Immortal&lt;br&gt;and powerful, you wander alone, doing what you&lt;br&gt;want to do, when you want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ScarletDragonSlayer/quizzes/What%20%20famous%20dark%20villian%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What  famous dark villian are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;POMEGRANATE JUICE IS THE STUFF!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fabledangel:64932</id>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-06-23T02:04:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-23T09:03:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-23T09:03:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/joshiebear/1052889273_wonderwoman01.jpg" border="0" alt="wonder woman"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Wonder Woman.  Egads.  You are a man hater,&lt;br&gt;and you are a man magnet.  You must be&lt;br&gt;destroyed, for you are a walking oxymoron.  No&lt;br&gt;man can have you.  You crazy amazon.  All&lt;br&gt;super-heroes stay clear of you because they&lt;br&gt;want to keep their man-hood, and you'll likely&lt;br&gt;steal it away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/joshiebear/quizzes/Which%20Superhero%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Superhero Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Zzzzzzzzzz</title>
    <published>2003-06-23T06:39:02Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-23T06:39:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What a LOOOONG day. Stayed up way too late last night. Worked for eight and a half hours today. I'm working thrity-two hours this week. Good money, but damn I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Michael's okay. I know work wasn't too great for him last night(even though I didn't seem too attentive this morning, dear, I was...), and I really hope things are going better tonight. My work schedule allows me to see Michael for, oh--about a half hour each morning. The only days we get to spend time together are Monday, Thursday, Friday, and I work two of those days! *pout*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.... We always make the best of the time we have together, anyway. :) Something I love about us is that we're always having fun. Awww. Now I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;Of course we have issues we need to deal with. Every couple does, but ours have never driven us apart from one another, and we make it through every time. It's such a relief to feel secure in a loving relationship. No idiotic power games about who cares more about who, etc... Honesty is difficult for both of us but we're getting better every day passing. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-06-19T01:11:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-19T08:10:34Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-19T08:12:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color="fuchsia"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;*SMOOCH*&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-06-17T03:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-17T10:55:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-17T10:55:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Knockturn/1045291384_ldimage51L.JPG" border="0" alt="Eagle Daemon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your EAGLE DAEMON represents an unlikely&lt;br&gt;combination of fierce pride and remarkable&lt;br&gt;wisdom. Though widely admired, you can be very&lt;br&gt;distant at times, and like to stay out of&lt;br&gt;people's personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Knockturn/quizzes/What%20Animal%20Would%20Your%20Daemon%20Settle%20As%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Animal Would Your Daemon Settle As?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-06-15T23:55:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-16T06:54:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-16T07:00:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Diving - 4 Strings</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="sky blue"&gt;I'm diving&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a secret&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about desires&lt;br /&gt;You hide inside&lt;br /&gt;There is so much that we should have done&lt;br /&gt;I was insecure but&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may take I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was you I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm diving&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue...&lt;br /&gt;We are rising&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate the night&lt;br /&gt;It was you who showed me&lt;br /&gt;How to fly&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may take I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was you I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you...&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you...&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may take I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you&lt;br /&gt;Diving&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it was you I keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you&lt;br /&gt;Diving into you...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song seems to have particularly poignant meaning at this time. I'll always keep on trying... And I do find myself diving into you.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I will never forget. Their faces; Michael's and my Dad's. Whooee. That was funny as hell. I'll tell my kids about that.&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day... and my dad is leaving again for Canada tomorrow. We went to the Brazilian Steakhouse for dinner, and it was exquisite. My dad had a great time, and I know it wasn't bad for him. I'm proud.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Waiting for tomorrow so Michael can come home and we'll try again. It was definitely better yesterday, though. Most definitely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;font color="sky blue"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may take I keep on trying...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>A good day.</title>
    <published>2003-06-15T05:56:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-15T05:56:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things have been stressful lately due to a number of reasons... But today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;My grad party last night was awesome. Thank you to everyone who came that can see this!&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a case for my laptop along with my printer/copier/scanner and a few other things. Then my dad and I went down to the Del Mar Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped off of a 130 ft. platform with a bungee harness around my ankles and waist. HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SO SCARY!!! But it was awesome. We have a picture of me taking the leap and video footage of the whole thing. Kuh-razy!!!! But now I can say I've done it, and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy time tonight. I've got a massive headahce now, probably due in no small part to my leaping off of a 13-story platform. I meant to go to Mike's grad party tonight but he never called me back after I called his cell. *poke*&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Michael comes home in the morning. :) I have so much to tell him! Hopefully the slight strain we've been experiencing will abate... Nothing ever truly comes between us, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;We know each other better than anyone else ever has. It's amazing. Even tough problems we can work out easily with time and effort. And nothing ever damages our love for each other. I've never been so in love. And I don't think I ever will, again. Yesterday a lot of things came out and were met with patience and love by both parties, and this gives me a lot of hope for our future together. Even things that used to put terrible strain on us just don't seem to matter anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Michael, wherever you are right now and whatever dead people you have in your van, I love you. Be safe!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm gonna go take a bath, read, and sleep.</content>
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    <title>Well... It's all over</title>
    <published>2003-06-13T21:31:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-13T21:33:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>clickity clickity click</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It hasn't hit me yet, I don't think. The fact that I'm not at school right now is kinda weird, but I had every other day off anyway. So... I suppose it's better to look to the future. I suspect it never will hit me that high school is finally &lt;i&gt;over&lt;/i&gt;. It will just become something that's been accepted without me ever noticing... That happens a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was fantastic. I managed to sneak in &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; beach balls and get them both blown up and flying before any supervisors noticed. There were two others from unknown sources flying around, too. Immature, yes, but it was fun.  We went to the Beach House for dinner. I loved being there with my &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; family(Michael and Maria included). I had my customary treats: Alaskan King Crab legs followed by espresso and strawberries in cream. Mmm. Strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Grad Knight was a blast, too. I had a whole night of goofing off with my friends. Mike W. and I got a caricature done, I got a wax cast of my hand holding a black rose, we danced, we climbed rock climbing walls, we did flips in midair on this bungy contraption, EVERYONE got some fake tattoo or another. I saw a lot of old friends from years ago, and said goodbye to people I probably won't see again, at least for quite some time. Most of us stayed until five, when everyone was dragging. After some regretful and not-so-regretful goodbyes, Michael suddenly showed up around a corner. I was so glad to see him!&lt;br /&gt;We went out to breakfast with my parents, then came home and crashed into bed. I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning my mom woke me up to open my graduation gift: a laptop computer. Wooooo!!!! It's wonderful... CD/DVD burner, wireless internet connection, wireless optical mouse, an Intel Pentium Four processor, and some type of chip(I forgot its name) that conserves energy. It gives me a slightly slower processor, but its worth the battery conservation. There's lots of other goodies, but I can't remember all of them, nor do I feel like typing them. But it will be great for university, and tomorrow we're going to get a bag for it and a color printer/fax machine/copier/scanner for myself. College will be great!&lt;br /&gt;Today Michael and I are going to go see Finding Nemo (!), then I have my grad party tonight. I can't wait to see my friends! &lt;br /&gt;I got the weekend off of work to relax. Some relaxtation! Anyway, I have to go clean the house to get ready for my party. &lt;br /&gt;I love you, Michael.</content>
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    <title>Wow...</title>
    <published>2003-06-11T04:45:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-11T04:45:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>4strings - Diving</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have nothing to complain about. How 'bout that?&lt;br /&gt;It kinda bugs when I see someone's journal full of pouting, whining, and complaining. Mine used to be like that. It did nothing for me, at all. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I guess I just have too many good thigns to write about to think about anything less than wonderful. I've got a boyfriend who's awesome, I'm graduating high school and passing on to a great university, I've got a job, I'm happy and healthy, I love my family to bits, and I've got a ton of fantastic friends. I couldn't ask for much more.&lt;br /&gt;This is such a time of passing, and it hasn't even hit me yet. In a few months, I'll be...? Here, Long Beach, Canada, somewhere in between? I don't really care. He'll be with me, I'll be having a blast, and that's all I need! Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Michael.</content>
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    <title>Prom 2003 Pictures</title>
    <published>2003-06-10T05:47:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-10T05:50:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">VOTE ON YOUR FAVORITES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/big&amp;gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251292.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251293.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251294.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251295.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251297.jpg"&gt;Sorry about this one, guys. Michael had the camera.&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251298.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251299.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251300.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251301.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251302.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251303.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251304.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251306.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251307.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251308.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251309.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251311.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251312.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251313.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251315.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251316.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251317.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251318.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251319.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251320.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251321.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251322.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251323.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;img src="http://www.speedis.org/images/251324.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-06-08T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-09T06:59:06Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-09T06:59:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mmmmm. Something smells like Michael in this room. I miss him lots.&lt;br /&gt;He came home this morning and told me about this terrible call he had... I'm sure he'll write about it so I'll let him tell the story, but it's always that way in the mornings... He always comes home and tells me about his night. And I love it. He apologizes about telling me, he says he just needs to get it out. I don't think he understands how much I love it that he comes to me to unload and get morning hugs. It means so much to me, to hold him and make everything go away from the night. I can't wait for him to come home to me tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's amazing, you know...&lt;br /&gt;The things I never knew existed&lt;br /&gt;Before I met you&lt;br /&gt;My world was black, charred and twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at me today&lt;br /&gt;And you, stuttering, apologize&lt;br /&gt;But everything&lt;br /&gt;I ever wanted is in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, you know...&lt;br /&gt;The things we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love&lt;br /&gt;And all you had to do was be you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy... There are things I feel lately that just can't be described. There are things I understand that just can't be understood. I've learned so much and yet I still feel like a child at the edge of the world. I'm so glad there's more to learn... I am stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home safe to me, baby. I miss you... I love you, Michael.</content>
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    <title>Advice</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T07:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T07:20:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I should start an advice column with the volumes I'm writing to people tonight...&lt;br /&gt;But this excerpt is just an example of something I want someone to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Trust in love is something different entriely&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I've been making spelling errors all night&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: I guess ultiamtely I trust her to do whatever she has to do, and that its ok for me to hope for certain things becasue i know whatever she does is what she had to&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: And if it means I hurt, or she hurts, its still the only real way we could have gone&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Chase, when you fall in love with a woman who loves you back, you'&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: ll know what I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: probably&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: cause i don't know what you're tlaking about righ tnow&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Nope&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: trust n love, liek what?&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: how do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: just try to explain it&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Well, let me give you an example&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Me and Michael&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I know for a fact that he's thinking of me right now&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Somewhere in his mind&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I know for a fact that he would not do anything tonight to hurt me intentionally&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I know for a fact that when he comes into my room in the morning, he will tell me he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: And I know for a fact that he'll be telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I know for a fact I could hurt him easily&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: But he knows for a fact that I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: And I know he knows that&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Make any sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: yea&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: i'm following&lt;br /&gt;TheVerb34: I know that much&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Good&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Now...&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A little deeper&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I barely have to speak to him whe I'm upset. I trust him to know what's wrong and why, and know what to say to make it feel better&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I trust him to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I trust him with my whole heart, but I could never expect him to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: And he trusts that if he made a mistake, I would forgive him&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dear lord</title>
    <published>2003-06-04T06:07:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-04T06:07:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A random conversation that I got in to with Brenden, and one of the more frustrating convos of my LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Whoa, Chelsea... Eat rice, do not inhale rice&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: *cough*&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: lol&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Minature Watermelon downstairs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: BRB!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: miniature watermelon? IM SO JEALOUS&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They're so yummy&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: But there's none left so I got an apple&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: damn&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: fucking apples&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Hey, they're okay if you need a fruit fix&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Have you ever had a pomegranate?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: apples arent a fruit&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Yes they are&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: pomegranates are the things with seeds?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: no they arent&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Yes they are (to both)&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: how could an apple be a fruit&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: How couldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: it grows off of a tree which is very similar to a vine&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It contains fructose, seeds, and is an organic thing&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: meaning its a VEGETABLE&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A vegetable? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It's a FRUIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: its SO a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: cucumbers are vegetables, arent they?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=apple"&gt;http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=apple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: FRUIT&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Boo-yah!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: no&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: And yes a cucumber is a fruit&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: cucumbers are a vegetablke, are they not?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Fruit&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: no they're so a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: omg&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: chelsea &lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: stop&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: FRUIT&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: FRUIT FRUIT FRUIT&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: are you being facetious?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: I mean cmon EVERYone knows that cucumbers are vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It's in the dictionary, ya'll&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucumbers are not vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: And neither are tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes they so are&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: potatoes are vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They so are NOT&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Potatoes are a form of starch...they're tubers&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Vegetables are legumes&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: potatoes are vegetables then&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: and if potatoes are vegetables then cucumbers are vegetables too cause they're the same shape&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: What?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Then a dildo is frikkin vegetable, too?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: no it doesnt grow off a vine&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: and its not organic&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: So?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It's the same shape!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: but that would be a cool if it was a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: that has nothing to do with it&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It would be interesting&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Why not? You just used it as justification&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: ?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: what are you talking about&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: arent potatoes vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: and if potatoes are vegetables then cucumbers are vegetables too cause they're the same shape&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They're commonly used as vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: But technically, they're a tuber&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A root&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Like a beet or radish&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: so if a potatoe is a vegetable then a cucumber must be a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No...Why?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucumbers have seeds, potatoes don't&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes they do&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cs are green, ps aren't&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: why do you think they are so damn fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: cs are usually symmetrical, ps aren't&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: What do that have to do with seeds?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: cucumbers are brown at some point and ps are green at some point&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: yes but when they're both ripe, they arne't&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: thats only because they grow next to each other, and each one is jealous of the other and changes their color&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: its a lot like the story 'the gift of the magi', really&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: ...&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Nice try&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: You lose&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: so you said potatoes are vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: then why arent cucumbers they're exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Technically, no&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Exactly the same???&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: exactly&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: COuld you dice cucmbers and fry them and enjoy them?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Would you eat a pickled, raw potato?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: if u saw their silhoutte you wouldnt be able to distinguish between the two&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I would, too&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes I would&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucumbers are longer and thinner&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: not true&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: People don't use potatoes are sex toys&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: You might be able to pronounce the word, cucumber. You can't say, "potato"&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: potatoes are GREAT sex toys&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: they arent cold like cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: and they lube better&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Ah-HA!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: You just said it&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They're not exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: YOU lose&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: they also can constrict a little cuz theyre so damn fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Fluffy?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: How are potatoes fluffy???&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: What have you been smoking?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No more strawberries for you&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: what is wrong with you stop being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They're going to your brain&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Mmmmm strwaberries&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: potatoes are definitively fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No, they aren't&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They're hard and crunchy&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: are you talkin to my girl?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: gah&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: what are you guys sayin&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: We're talking about how you have a little penis and only a cucumber can please her&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: thats just so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: :-D&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Poor baby&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A beautiful blonde woman loved growing tomatoes, but couldn't seem to get her tomatoes to turn red. One day while taking a stroll she came upon a gentlemen neighbor who had the most beautiful garden full of huge red tomatoes. The woman asked the gentlemen, "What do you do to get your tomatoes so red?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentlemen responded, "Well, twice a day I stand in front of my tomato garden and expose myself, and my tomatoes turn red from blushing so much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the woman was so impressed, she decided to try doing the same thing to her tomato garden to see if it would work. So twice a day for two weeks she exposed herself to her garden hoping for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the gentlemen was passing by and asked the woman, "By the way, How did you make out? Did your tomatoes turn red?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" she replied, "but my cucumbers are enormous." &lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: thats so great&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: did u send that to ahlia?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel wants to directly connect. &lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: YEs?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: all joking aside&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: are cucumbers vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: OMG&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: O&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: M&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: G&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: what else do I have to do to prove this to you?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: You can't&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: you already agreed that potatoes are vegetables, so why cant you just say cucumbers are too? They're the same thing, they grow fromt he same type of vine and the same type of ground, they look the same....&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: &lt;a href="http://ucs.byu.edu/bioag/aghort/aghort100/cucumber.htm"&gt;http://ucs.byu.edu/bioag/aghort/aghort100/cucumber.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: and what the hell is that&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: &lt;a href="http://ucs.byu.edu/bioag/aghort/aghort100/potato.htm"&gt;http://ucs.byu.edu/bioag/aghort/aghort100/potato.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They aren't the same&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucmbers and tomatoes are in limbo&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: limbo?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They aren't vegeatbles, and they aren't fruit&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: they are the same&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They aren't the same, Brenden&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: All joking aside&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: well I know a cucumber aint a tuber&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No, it isn't&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Broccoli is a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: so a potatoe couldnt be that either&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Peas are a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes it is&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: yes they are&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They either don't have seeds, or ARE seeds&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: An orange is a fruit&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A pomegranate is a fruit&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: not true you didnt mention the potatoe&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They have seeds&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: so does a potatoe!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: The potato is a special kind of vegetable called a tuber&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It's a root&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A radish is a tuber&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: oh please people wouldnt eat roots&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: A beet is a tuber, a turnip is a tuber&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Haven't you ever had root beer?&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: ya&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: hasnt everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Alright then&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Everyone eats roots&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: no they only drink them&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I'd like to see you pull a potato off of a tree&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Where else do you think they come from&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They're a ROOT&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: besides the root is in solution its not 100%&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: they grow off of a vine&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No they don't&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They grow underground&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: if they're roots then we would have really elongated, wiry, twisty, potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Because they're tubers... they're special roots&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Round roots&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Like RADISHES&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: And YAMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Think about it knucklehead&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: round roots? what else would roots be&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Okay wait&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It's not a root&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: It's modified stem tissue&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: meaning&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: its a VEGETABLE&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: tuber &lt;br /&gt;A type of modified stem or root, consisting of enlarged subterranean storage tissue. Potato tubers are stem tissue which have nodes, or "eyes", from which whole plants are propagated. Sweet potato tubers have similar nodal structures but are actually root, not stem, tissue. &lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: vegetables have stems&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Yes, a potato is a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: I never contested that&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: so then a cucumber must ALSO be one&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: why not&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Why would a cucumber be anything like a potato?&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They have nothing in common besides a mild shape similarity!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: they grow the same way from the same thing and they look similar just one is fluffy and the other isnt&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: They don't grow the same way from the same thing AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: they both grow off of vines&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucumber is a type of:&lt;br /&gt;parthenocarpic fruit &lt;br /&gt;Fruit production due to enlargement of the ovary without fertilization, ie, seedless fruit. Examples: bananas, cucumbers, and oranges. &lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: HA&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: I mean the fact that they grow underground is ridiculous because cucumbers are green which means they have to have some chlorophyll in there which is dependent upon light&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Exactly&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucumbers don't grow undergrounf&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Potatoes do&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Cucumber don't&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Potato do&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: what the hell is parthenocarpic mean&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: The definition is below it&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: potatoes dont grow undergrouhnd&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: theyd be crushed&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: YES THEY DO YOU MONKEY-LOVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;Brendenv4: and they need sunlight, otherwise they would be like roots&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: Crushed???&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: OH MY GOD YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fabled  Angel: ON PURPOSE!!!</content>
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    <title>Ultimate sappyness.... Just let me ramble</title>
    <published>2003-06-03T04:14:40Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-03T04:22:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Garbage - #1 Crush (Romeo And Juliet Soundtrack)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm gonna spout for a bit about my baby... I gotta do this once in  a while, ya know, so bear with me and prepare to be sickened.&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice today to come home from school, run upstairs, and be wrapped up in warm, strong, loving arms and smothered with kisses. Mmmmm... kisses. I love the way he smells, I love the way he feels, I even love the color of his skin. He's got his own unique style and look about him, and I love it. I love his hair, his eyes, his hands, his &lt;i&gt;knees&lt;/i&gt;... Everything. I love everything.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all I love the way he makes me feel. It feels so good to curl up beside him and just listen to his heartbeat while it lulls me to sleep. It feels so good to scream my head off with him on a rollercoaster. Being with him makes it just that more exciting. It feels good even to cry when I'm in his arms... even when I'm upset his hugs make it all better. He makes me smile even when he's not around, and I always miss him. I love spending time with him, whether we're cruising to nowhere for the hell of it, snoozing in my bed, or having some grand adventure in god-knows-where. I even love worrying about him, his reckless driving or anything else. Just cuz it makes me think of him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll pick up one of his shirts and I'll snuggle with it for a while just so I can enjoy his scent for a while...&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen months and still going strong... It's amazing. Every moment we share is just as special as any other. I'm done for...&lt;br /&gt;Below all of the cute stuff like eyes and smelly shirts, there's something I can't even describe. Love, deeper than I've ever known it... Understanding so true it makes me cry. Genuine care that touches me so deeply... And I'm amazed to find that I return every feeling with as much passion and pain as he has for me. Most of all I have faith in us.  We could make it through anything... As long as we tried. And I know we would try. I would never give him up without a fight. I feel so secure. I know he would always be faithful to me, and support me. I know I would always do the same for him. I am so thankful to have found happiness like this... I'm so happy to have found Michael.&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love Michael&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;I LO&lt;font color="orange"&gt;VE Y&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;OU M&lt;font color="green"&gt;ICH&lt;font color="blue"&gt;AEL&lt;font color="purple"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-06-01T21:09:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-02T04:08:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-02T04:08:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, wow... My senior Prom.&lt;br /&gt;You said you felt like you were in a dream, dancing with me surrounded by glittering lights. I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; in a dream, there with you.... A night I will never forget. Thank you so much for sharing it with me... You made it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and hope you're having a good night, and I hope you don't get too many nasty bodies. :) Although I would like you to get some particularly disgusting decomp so you ca come home and tell me about it in the morning. ;P&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Michael...</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-05-28T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-28T17:23:30Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-28T17:23:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lacuna Coil - No Need to Explain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm worried... Michael isn't home yet. :( He was supposed to be home something like three hours ago. I'm scared... I hope he's okay. Somebody pray for him!</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-05-27T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-28T05:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-28T05:41:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Daft Punk - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Harder, better, faster, stronger&lt;br /&gt;Work it&lt;br /&gt;Make it&lt;br /&gt;Do it&lt;br /&gt;Makes us&lt;br /&gt;Harder, better, faster, stronger&lt;br /&gt;Work it harder&lt;br /&gt;Make it better&lt;br /&gt;Do it faster&lt;br /&gt;Makes us stronger&lt;br /&gt;More than ever hour after hour, work is never over&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it the truth.... Although Daft Punk is not my usual thing. But this music makes me want to go work out.... *sigh* Too late at night. But I have the whole day tomorrow... Until, of course, I depart for KNOTT'S BERRY FARM! Yay for In-N-Out Employee Picnics! Anyway... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly, Michael...</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-05-26T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-27T05:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-27T05:51:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/lifecynical.php"&gt; Please... everyone look at this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-05-23T11:51:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-23T18:51:51Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-23T18:51:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kundavega/1053326807_positivity.jpg" border="0" alt="positivity"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a positive thinker.  You see the goodness&lt;br&gt;in people and the beauty in life.  You are&lt;br&gt;needed to keep hope alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kundavega/quizzes/Which%20Jerry%20Uelsmann%20Photograph%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Jerry Uelsmann Photograph Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>fabledangel @ 2003-05-22T00:38:00</title>
    <published>2003-05-22T07:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-22T07:38:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alrighty eveybuddy,&lt;br /&gt;I updated my WEBSITE!!!! Sorta.... Err, uhm... yeah. It's not done yet. But I did do some new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And, once again, I HAVE ANOTHER NEW ICON!!! WOO! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go stare at my site: AND SIGN THE GUESTBOOK! RAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/fabled_angel"&gt;CLICKY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Blargh</title>
    <published>2003-05-21T03:43:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-05-21T03:43:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I miss my man. :`(  I don't feel good right now and came home early from work. Luckily enough, he called me to say hi. Awww. I'm glad I don't have school tomorrow until later so he can come and cuddle me for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is slowly but surely creeping up on me. Yikes! So...sleepy... I have to clean my room. I swear I have some kind of clothes-eating creature living in there. &lt;br /&gt;Zzzz....</content>
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