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      <title>Some new interesting stuff</title>
      <link>http://mysecretconfessions.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 03:55:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I guess you could say I am waiting for my moment. I want  someone/something longterm that has the potential to hold a great  future. Some say 22 is too young to want the things I do, but if you  truly knew me you would just get it, and I believe 'the one' will just  get me.

I have a degree and I am working on my post grad. I am  months away from the dream job I have always wanted. I have a great  family that means more to me than anything in this world, and that  family includes the cutest puppy in the world; his name is Monroe and  he means the world to me so it would be awesome if you... (more)</description>
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      <title>Stray Thought Faux Fantasia</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 03:26:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I was going to use a series of images from Kween, a Japanese Queen cover band, as the image on the God Save My Queen web site. Decided not to. 

Crossing guards, four of them, playing hopscotch, just after school opens. They smile at me in their yellow raincoats.
“Ring for Psychic” buzzer beside the Tires Repaired sign. 
6am: Cheesy Mahler soundfile that comes up clicking to the Staten Island College computer science department home page. I was trying to e-mail a professor who made an automatic poetry-writing program. I was tired, and the Casio music soothed me.
Headlines of Knicks coach... (more)</description>
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      <title>All girls</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 04:34:07 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>ALL girls come down to one thing ; bitches .. and i guess you cant change that fact. sure you can bitch, its wat a girl does isnt it ? but to do it 24/7 ? you wonder why people dont like you. ALL guys come down to one thing ; dickheads .. hey you cant change that fact either .. youll never understand them, but they can never understand you either .. merghss you want things to be perfect ? no matter how hard you try, they cant be. but they can always be close to perfect. after all, what would life be without its ups and downs. appearances ; i dont think i care anymore .. lols .. this morning i... (more)</description>
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      <title>Yeah Love</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 21:47:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I truly used to think that this elemental thing called &quot;love&quot; was some sort of myth, or perhaps a trick your mind plays on you to make procreation of the species easier.

Then I met Julia.
(I still love the way it rolls off the tongue. It was even better when she said it with her light southern accent. I'd often mispronounce it so she'd feel forced to correct me...)
It wasn't love at first sight; it was a gradual thing. Being friends was initially fine with me until I saw beneath her quiet exterior. She wasn't an outgoing person but she was insanely creative, and was only able to get that... (more)</description>
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      <title>Previous Post</title>
      <link>http://mysecretconfessions.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 01:14:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>In accordance with my own previous post, here is a part of an introduction I wrote once for a listserv I was on. Keeping this in mind, what I post (say) is only the part I want others to read (hear), here is what I wrote. 
Hi, I am joy, the joy of His life (or at least that is what he

tells me:)) But please, just call me what ever suits you. I, however, may or may not answer! Let's see what can I say about joy that you don't already know?

Let's move onto the label route, that seemed to work well for others, I am a

wife, I am a lover, a friend, a partner, a mother (of way too

many... (more)</description>
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