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  <updated>2007-04-05T20:58:27Z</updated>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-04-05T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T20:58:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T20:58:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_justkelso' lj:user='justkelso' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://justkelso.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://justkelso.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;justkelso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new account&lt;br /&gt;Yh, new start&lt;br /&gt;New ideas&lt;br /&gt;Something I think I need</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flexiblala:39946</id>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-03-28T18:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T17:41:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T17:44:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lucky Jim - You're Lovely To Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So, it took seven months for me to get fully distracted by a boy.&lt;br /&gt;The boy is called Lee.&lt;br /&gt;I might see him when I'm at funeral for a friend in Derry&lt;br /&gt;and my mate caislin seems to have labelled me as a tart who will see him and jump on his tearing his clothes off&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen him in vans print&amp;nbsp;boxers.......niiiice&lt;br /&gt;But I won't cheat on Michael&lt;br /&gt;Because it's bad&lt;br /&gt;And if I did, I dn't think I would feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Yip, I must be a woman of steel&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I love Michael like a crazy thing&lt;br /&gt;But iunno, I would like a little curt from Lee too.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a dilema, I know I am staying with Michael&lt;br /&gt;But the thought passes my mind alot&lt;br /&gt;And so does that emo hair, lip piercing, vans boxers and famous stars and straps white belt, and the thought of them on my floor. (well not the hair and the piercing obv..)&lt;br /&gt;Gosh....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-03-22T19:22:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-22T19:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-22T19:25:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pokemon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a nice big arguement&amp;nbsp;or two with michael last night&lt;br /&gt;One was over me joking saying I was going to derry for a gig and was gonna have a threesome in the loos with a boy called Lee and Kirsty. He didn't appreciate it, said I make him jealous because 'load of boys want&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;you' so I had to do the&amp;nbsp;whole remind him how much I loved him and yadeyadeyada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not that I want to cheat on him, I mean&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't like it done to me&lt;br /&gt;Lets just call it, the curiosity to test other waters&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:flexiblala:39661</id>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-03-18T15:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T15:50:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T16:14:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Duke Special - Shining Light (cover)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;You know what sucks? &lt;br /&gt;I only get to see Michael now on fridays and saturdays. &lt;br /&gt;And excuse me for being clingy but, Nurrrr I want him around more often &lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate school, it always gets in the road. &lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr... &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went down to michaels, he had his wee cousin over (i was prepared for them - turns out they just think I posh, but meh) and then he suprised me with his family preparing some lunch. I just stood there, very very very very scared at the idea of eating with them. I did it tho, and didn't make that much a mess (on tiny piece of lettuce went flying..but that was all) and soon they all left so it was just me and michael in his house. I tested out his new bed =D (I just bounced about on it btw) and he was playing guitar, and he's super class at it. It's like, wowowow rawr sexy bhoy! On his les paul too and big ass fender half stack&amp;nbsp;(phwooooaaaarrr)&lt;br /&gt;But as everyone else was going out to get hammered and stuff, me and him just doodled about in either of each other's houses. It was rly nice, we sat and played pokemon for hours apon hours, he's addicted to it, like I am. So I just slept all curled up beside him under the blanket as he played away. Gosh I love him lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;And I have this thing about people lifting me up, aka I just don't like it because I'm paranoid over being too heavy and stuff. And Michael lifted me up. with one arm, and I still felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about breaking up, we'll on a timescale it's pretty imminent, isn't it? And he was being all nice and about it and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And he said I can go to his formal in november/december time, if we're still going out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show Kathy up and be pretty&lt;br /&gt;And michael's gonna wear all black and a white tie&lt;br /&gt;........pppppphhhhwwwoooooaaaarrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Yum</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-03-11T20:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-11T20:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-11T20:21:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Temple of the dog - pushin' forward back</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes me and Stephine butt horns together, but you know, deep down inside I love her unconditionaly. She came over to mine today for a little tlc session. I just sat and listened to her, gave her a hug, and went up to mullins and bought chocolate (what? in&amp;nbsp;a time of need it overrules lenten promises) so we just sat in the basement and watched the little mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually say much to stephine, I mean, I'm not good at saying the right thing at the right time in her circumstances. But I am very good at listening and stuffness.&lt;br /&gt;And I taught her how to play buzz, and she won once (granted I let her win....but still)&lt;br /&gt;And she taught me seven nation army on guitar.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel good that I made her feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Blesh her, she's such a lovely person, sometimes I forget that.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-03-06T19:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T19:05:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-06T19:05:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madina Lake - One Last Kiss</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So...I went ice skatin on sunday&lt;br /&gt;I can't skate - but it was rly fun =D&lt;br /&gt;But on the car drive home we all started talking about pokemon&lt;br /&gt;And even though its a nerdy thing to talk about, it's so nostaligic and retro-y fun&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ordering a game boy advance and pokemon yellow off ebay&lt;br /&gt;All for about £7&lt;br /&gt;...ok, it's random/wierd&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna keep my bloody entertained!!&lt;br /&gt;And will be great when I'm goin on holidays&lt;br /&gt;=]</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-28T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-28T13:07:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T13:07:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Libertines - What became of the likely lads?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it awful when you know your gonna be dumped?&lt;br /&gt;Yip, I've got that little nagging feeling. Which&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I have never had before that by sunday I will be a single lady again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such an awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up all last night and just cried over it&lt;br /&gt;(suprisingly, all the bad stuff waits until night-time to creep up on me)&lt;br /&gt;I was going through the messages on my phone and deleting some and I came across&lt;br /&gt;'Goodnight dandelion :) xox'&lt;br /&gt;He never actually realised that dandelion was my little word to show how much I love someone, all my mates get the ocasional name of 'dandelion and stuff. He just think it's because I love the audioslave song called dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;And it just sent me bawling.&lt;br /&gt;So thus, I'm off school today&lt;br /&gt;I'm organising my weekend recovery, I need a good movie and a tub of ben and jerry's cookie dough ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;And Kirsty is coming over on saturday to go shopping, and it might be recovery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm all ready for it, face it face on and. Iunno, burst into tears and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Must start the regime of extreme moisturising and exfoliating. Just so I look kinda pretty on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Just so it makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please don't dump me.&lt;br /&gt;But, if it happens, it happens....&lt;br /&gt;....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I feel awful</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-27T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T16:47:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-28T12:59:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madina Lake - One Last Kiss</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had my share all, relive and let go about friday night's escapades with Kirsty, Stephine and Niamh at dinner time. I like being able to talk about stuff, cos then I don't have anything to worry about, everything just floats out of my mouth and into the air and then away. It's lovely, we had a good giggle at the shame and such and now everything is ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-25T12:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-25T12:56:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-25T12:56:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Funeral For A Friend - Red Is The New Black</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Nurrr.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday daytime was ok, me and Michael were all giggly and smiley and hold-handy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to simon for a good while in the petrol station (even though the two twat head tried to tempt me with crispy rolls and milky ways to break my lent) and everything was ok. I like Simon, he said he'll look after me and he doesn't slag me or nothing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Colly's played his Wii for a minute or two, watched the rugby and stole cd to copy down @ Michael's&lt;br /&gt;Watched more rugby, I played guitar hero&lt;br /&gt;Went back up the town, had something to eat @ my house and then went To Colly's&lt;br /&gt;And met Damen (back from Australia and everything now) and he told about it and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever way Simon and Michael kept going on I seriously got pissed off and was very very grumpy and mean to Michael.&lt;br /&gt;Which I feel very bad for now.&lt;br /&gt;And then we all went to Colly's room (including Paddy who came over)&lt;br /&gt;And all them minus me and Michael played the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;I rested my head (cos I was sleepy) on Michael's shoulder and closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;SImon - Awwwwww, look at them.&lt;br /&gt;And then they started talk about other stuff and it's like&lt;br /&gt;NURRRR I'M ALLOWED TO DO THAT&lt;br /&gt;GET THE FUCK OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;NURRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now I'm calm</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-23T22:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T22:09:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T22:09:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some russel brand stuff =]</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Me and luck must not like each other&lt;br /&gt;Everything is working, everything is ok - not like the last time everything is fine and nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then things start to hurt for a moment&lt;br /&gt;But meh, it's ok, we'll get over it....&lt;br /&gt;....doorbell rings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-16T22:36:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T22:44:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T22:44:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fall Out Boy - Golden</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love it when yooh feel so good after everything.&lt;br /&gt;After killing a bag of popcorn and 2 coissants, It's like. I'm in love with the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Willing to give everyone and anyone a cuddle atm.&lt;br /&gt;And the music flies over your head, and your too busy smiling to think of anything else except how good yooh feel.&lt;br /&gt;When heartbeats are so close they make the constant faded bass line hours afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;The warm breath, the sickly sweet 'i gotta go' butterfly kisses.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent giggles&lt;br /&gt;The squeals of 'I want my care bear back'&lt;br /&gt;and 'Don't throw it down the frigging stairs'&lt;br /&gt;The whispered, 'I love yous' with the hold me super close moments&lt;br /&gt;Hide the ring game&lt;br /&gt;The 'it was worth it' feeling at the end&lt;br /&gt;Shared heartbeats, shared breath, shared blankets and bed&lt;br /&gt;When watching dvds are forgotten and all you care about is just getting tangled up together.&lt;br /&gt;And the nap after&lt;br /&gt;The most glorious nap after&lt;br /&gt;And that, I'm so tired but I'm so hyper at all the same time&lt;br /&gt;A natural high&lt;br /&gt;When you never notice the pouring rain outside, until someone has to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i would also kill for a mars bar....)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-15T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-15T22:19:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-15T22:19:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You never know when you boo-hoo's are gonna catch up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now on my fireplace I have my granda's memorial card.&lt;br /&gt;And last nightm, after 10 years I got my granny's one. So the now stand beside each other (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;And then I just remember how much I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its a bonus likely having the ones you love die when you young cos then you don't know what's going on and you never remember the bad things or whatever. You know, less time to get really attached. You just have this innocent pure love towards them. And then I just wished I had them all back, cos I just want a cuddle, to hear their voices again, to see them one more time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remeber how my Granny Diamond talked, I can still remember Granny Kelso and Granda Diamond, and Granda Kelso died yonks ago (like 40 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;And I miss them sooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them all, and I don't have a single one to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a rewind button please??&lt;br /&gt;I miss my grannies and grandas&lt;br /&gt;And I know I sound like a kid, cos that's how I feel when I say it.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be five again, when they were all there, like on my holy communion day, they were all there.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you never really notice, and get on with everything - then it all just hits you from no-where.&lt;br /&gt;=[</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-11T10:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T10:57:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-11T10:57:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tears Don't Fall (acoustic) - Bullet For My Valentine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ever wake up in the morning and wonder, 'what the fudge?'&lt;br /&gt;Then think, 'I'm such a dirtbag'&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how low and silly I can sink.&lt;br /&gt;Pppft..I blame it all on Michael, so there =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo..yesterday I went and got all of Michael's bday pressies (a thing of lynx [ he also guessed what it is so now its not a suprise =[ ] and that bevis and butthead boxset he wanted [ hasn't guessed it yet - HA ])&lt;br /&gt;Also, for my birthday the dirtbag got me a card, which was saying how lovely and fabulous i was on the cover&lt;br /&gt;And on the inside it said my bum was fantastic and my boobs were superb...&lt;br /&gt;...and it had to sit on my mantlepiece in my living room for all family too see..&lt;br /&gt;So, as my revenge, I got something like it saying how lovely and fabulous it is, and something about his 'bulging flies' on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how he likes getting slagged by his sister and mammy!&lt;br /&gt;And valentines presents (a bear from thortons that has icing 'I &amp;lt;3 u' on it, quite pissed that they didnt understand when i said to write 'yooh' instead of 'u' - but ho-hum pigs bum, at least his ma and sister wont slag it, they'll just eat it) and a very very cute card =]&lt;br /&gt;I spent over £60 on all of that, woah....so I now have a fiver to my name =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funniest part of teh shopping trip was when I was in boots looking at hair dye's (i might go brown again) a man came up to me, in a tux and blue bow tie with a basket and gave me a chocolate heart lolly thingie and told me happy valentines. Which caused big smiling and cheeryness all day.&lt;br /&gt;Kirsty got nothing and was v. outraged,&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br /&gt;But the thing was, he looked like a complete stud man, actually he looked a bit like prince charming from shrek, but in a more fanciable way than comical way (but they both had the same blonde hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghey thing - Michael is at school on Valentines (i'm off a week and a day for mid term) and he has a parents night on valentines night! Which is annoying, but smeh whatever. I kept on hinting I wanted tulips for valentines (cause I love tulips thiiiiiiiiiisssss much - which is alot) but I think the silly sausage wont get me them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much interesting to talk about except me and Michael, we're now fyf's for life (which means we'll never be not-mates) and we're getting married to each other if we're 28 and desperate (hahahahaha) meh, I love him, and he says it back now which is pretty cool. And he's now learnt how to unhook bras.....sweet joe I'm no longer safe with my back to him.</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-02-02T22:10:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-02T22:17:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-02T22:17:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Skid Row - Youth Gone Wild</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a wierd week i must tell ye!&lt;br /&gt;'rents come home on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;straight to my awful parents night&lt;br /&gt;(basically my best isn't good enough because I have 'potential' whatever that is)&lt;br /&gt;So i took the next day off, cos I cried enough to get it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when my rents came home, we have a bag full of money (how cliché) in my 'rents room&lt;br /&gt;Six grand&lt;br /&gt;And it's not there&lt;br /&gt;SO we called the police, so on wednesday I was interviewed and shite and&amp;nbsp;CSI were at my house and everything&lt;br /&gt;Not that nice actually&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And then on thursday I just said I had a cold and got the day off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday on sunday&lt;br /&gt;Michael has been giving me wee extra presents&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Not complaining&lt;br /&gt;We could have had a whole be session of fighting and stuff&lt;br /&gt;But Colly rang and we had to let them in (granted it was delayed for a while)&lt;br /&gt;And I had to make sure sean didnt kill jamie or colly&lt;br /&gt;And he had his bebo other half girl with him&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I hate acting mammy&lt;br /&gt;And I tired to look after them and make sure they didn't die and feeling bad for knowing michael was all on his owneyo up in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing, slave to the horn!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-01-26T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T16:42:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T16:42:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its mean to want to seek revenge on anyone&lt;br /&gt;But is it super mean to want to get revenge on your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Bless him, he's lovely but he just keeps saying the wrong things at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;So if he does come up tonight&lt;br /&gt;(he's changed his mind alot over this)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and look as pretty as possible anyways, and see what happens&lt;br /&gt;Smrgh&lt;br /&gt;So much floats about in my wee head, but none of it ever comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing&lt;br /&gt;Stephine's opinion on me and Michael being a little bit distant with each other&lt;br /&gt;Stephine - 'He got the one thing he wanted and now he doesn't care about anything else'&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but not at her, just the way she said it)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-01-16T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T16:54:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T16:54:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beck - Sexx Laws</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm soooo bored&lt;br /&gt;From 4 until around 6 I have free house, and then i go to my sisters and stay there all night and get a lift to the bus stop - but the country is so boring, I mean, the biggest entertainment is reading a book and watching her cats about (even though one scrabbed me yesterday, granted I was pulling its tail =S)&lt;br /&gt;BUt tomorrow, Michael has all his as modules done (YAY)&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully he'll be over his man flu, and he will come and visit me and I will cook pizza and me and him will watch a dvd and eat,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I haven't seen the non-sick Michael since last wednesday, and I miss him alot&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh and stuff and he gives me cuddles and kisses and stuffness&lt;br /&gt;And that's rad&lt;br /&gt;And my sister allows me to stay in the house late&lt;br /&gt;Even though mammy, before leaving, looked my straight in the eyes and said&lt;br /&gt;'No funny business'&lt;br /&gt;It's like she knew something or other...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...that's impossibubble&lt;br /&gt;Yars, so when I get home on wednesday, turn on heat and water heat, do my homework, have a wash, stuff pizza in oven, get dressed, organise myself, eat, dvd, air hockey, home time&lt;br /&gt;Or scrap the whole dvd&lt;br /&gt;Meh&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo hungry atm&lt;br /&gt;*binge eats*&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am kinda hyper)</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-01-06T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-06T22:29:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-06T22:29:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Tv</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Right, for a few days there has been uno problemo&lt;br /&gt;I had lost my horn.&lt;br /&gt;For like, 3 or 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, we founght on my bed for about 1 and a half hours and fought over who&amp;nbsp;gets the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Overall I won, but after about 20 minutes I got my horn back&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;And we all ate pizza&lt;br /&gt;(Colin and Jamie were there too btw - Jamie liked to shout 'oh look, there getting it on again')&lt;br /&gt;And we played airhockey + Michael got me past a level on my ps2 game&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;And there was a major pillow fight.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna have scratches and brusises on my arms from being pinned down&lt;br /&gt;Michael has marks on his chest form me tickling him&lt;br /&gt;And he'll have to pick his boxers out of his bum (I wedgied him like 3 times)&lt;br /&gt;Granted, he did the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like&amp;nbsp;woah.&lt;br /&gt;I had pinned his arms down and i was ontop of him, pinning him down and he bucked me up so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, thrusted me so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I hit my head on the slanted ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Owies&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fun tho)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2007-01-05T22:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-05T22:44:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-05T22:44:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Heath Ledger - I love you baby (10 things I hate about you)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I have nothing really to point out, I could just ramble and ramble and ramble.....&lt;br /&gt;But I have only two main things I want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Michael fries my head sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he complains about being fustrated and all that stuff, and for once when I am willing&lt;br /&gt;(Which is a rare occurance atm for some odd reason)&lt;br /&gt;The boy totally blanks me, and kinda pushes me away.&lt;br /&gt;No ones around!&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in my room!&lt;br /&gt;I can hear people coming up the stairs a mile away!&lt;br /&gt;And he just says we can't, and it doesn't look like we'll see each other much next week (As level module on wed) and then some more exams the week after that!&lt;br /&gt;Take advantage of the moment, for once I am allowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause my 'rents are going away next sunday for a fortnight to the Dominican Republic. So I will be at my sisters, but I get from when I get home (about 4:20) until about 8 that night in my house.&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;To do homework and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So unless he is completely unbusy, cause he usually isn't out until after six (or seven with lots of hwork)&lt;br /&gt;I wont be seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the painters then I couldn't be assed and will just want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Cause an extra person in the bed amkes it much warmer and feels much more safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - I want to be skinner.&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I now wear size 12 jeans (was a size 16 @ the start of the summer)&lt;br /&gt;But I feel too fat.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a size ten&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a suicide girl&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not, but I want enough confidence in my body image that I would be willing to do it at the drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;I would like smaller boobs too, but that won't happen, unless I get surgery.&lt;br /&gt;..Also....all nice bras have padding..a DD cup doesn't really need much more padding!! why is padding there!!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;So, I would like a smaller&amp;nbsp;waist and thighs please.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my bum would look nicer with skinner thighs&lt;br /&gt;My bum looks wierd.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how, it just does.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bit of a buddah belly, but I lost alot of weight from there so I can deal with a tiny bum&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more toned.&lt;br /&gt;Must buy a yoga mat and steal kirsty's yoga dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2006-12-31T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-31T22:40:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-31T22:40:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see you lying next to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every single moment you don't know how happy you actually make me.&lt;br /&gt;And you make me feel so special, a feeling I never though would actually be destined for me&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, you are one of the best things that have happened to me this year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With words I thought I'd never speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still don't speak them, because I'm scared of the unknown, of not having you return them.&lt;br /&gt;But I do feel it, even though I don't say it&lt;br /&gt;I -love-you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awake and unafraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't feel scared with you, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared at trying things I never tried before&lt;br /&gt;You made me see the confidence I never knew I had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alsleep or Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I would do without you&lt;br /&gt;But if I had to, I hope I could still be your friends&lt;br /&gt;Because your the most amazing person ever&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be as happy as much as you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;You are a.m.a.z.i.n.g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Have a happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Have so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2006-12-29T23:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-29T23:04:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-29T23:04:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Red Jumpsuit Appratus - Guardian Angle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I felt sick today.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ive got stupid ideas in my head, and a sore stomach.&lt;br /&gt;But that's because I'm stupid and silly and &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping and bought a skirt, tow tops and leggings&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;So that cheered me up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I like Kirsty, I tell her everything and she's always there to tell me I am being very very stupid&lt;br /&gt;And theres not a chance in hell she's being an aunty.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Kirsty, sweet Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have buddies coming over tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My mates are gonna meet Michael for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;=S</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2006-12-28T22:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-28T22:05:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-29T12:00:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Red Jumpsuit Appratus - Face Down</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Me and Michael playing air hockey: &lt;br /&gt;me - It's a big enough hole, you should know how to get it in &lt;br /&gt;michael - Maybe it's too small a hole &lt;br /&gt;me - Maybe this could be a time I win before you do &lt;br /&gt;*i score* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yars, so..erm &lt;br /&gt;Is your first time supposed to be a lot of awkwardness and after about 40 minutes or so going 'I give up!'? &lt;br /&gt;And on the scale of things you expected it to be, it's&amp;nbsp;a bit on the crap fumbling side.?&lt;br /&gt;I think (after conversation with Michael) next time won't be as stupid and as scary&lt;br /&gt;Because we were both nervous and scared and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give up on believing what people say from now on. &lt;br /&gt;Because they lie. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'll ask melissa and she'll give me the right&amp;nbsp;answer. &lt;br /&gt;As long as i ask in a non-suspicious way, she always has the right answer for everything. &lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, I will look back at this night when I am 30 and laugh my socks off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Hopefully</content>
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    <title>Off school</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T15:25:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T15:25:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Matt Willis - Don't Let It Go To Waste</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got the day off to revise =D&lt;br /&gt;I can now say and write in spanish&lt;br /&gt;'the outside was pianted white'&lt;br /&gt;'inside they had red curtains'&lt;br /&gt;'a dog came in a ate a sauseage off my da's plate, and he was very angry'&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;And all my bio and chem notes are done. I feel mucho better than I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I came home and just&amp;nbsp;cried yesterday, and went to bed a a quarter to seven, and woke up at a quarter to nine.&lt;br /&gt;=]</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2006-12-10T10:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-10T10:35:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-10T10:35:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kylie Minogue - Santa Baby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Haha, last night Colin and Michael came to visit me, as I am getting over a cold and wasn't allowed out. And Michael bought me lucozade sport (the drink that makes me better) and a packet of jazzles (my mosty favourite sweets ever). Which involved me jumping on him going 'OMG, YAYAYAYA'&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Colin had a pillow fight and I hid in the living room part of my room and closed to door so I was safe, and Michael knocked the door and I let him in, and Colin was being entertained with the laptop me and Michael decided to have a wee kiss, or seventy.&lt;br /&gt;But, my point is either:&lt;br /&gt;a - I am the worlds greatest kisser (lmao)&lt;br /&gt;b - I have viagra in my lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;c - Absence (of kissing) makes the 'heart' grow fonder&lt;br /&gt;Because in seconds he standing to attention and I am laughing and hes looking all embarrased. I hadnt kissed him since Tuesday. And granted and sort of fumbling about is not appropriate when your in the middle of a pillow war and your cousin is at the other side of a very weak and thin door that your leaning against.&lt;br /&gt;God bless him, and I don't see him again until firday probs&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2006-12-09T12:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-09T12:23:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-09T12:23:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Plus 44 - Weather Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Stolen survey thingiemabob"&gt;&lt;p&gt;100. First off, what's your name? Laura Marie Kelso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;99. Why were you named that? Because my sister Deborah beat up my other sister, Clare who wanted to called me Elizabeth or something stupid like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;98. Who is your best friend? Kirsty is my number one fishie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;97. Do you have any siblings? Yipyip, my two older sisters Deborah and Clare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;96. Are your parents together/divorced/separated? They're together, trying to get into early retirement atm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95. Favourite colour? Urm, atm it's green cause I'm festive but its usually pink&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;94. Who is your favourite NRL team? O.o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;93. What does the 7th message in your text inbox on your phone say? "yooh. I dont know exactly but ur really cool, pretty and luffley =]"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. What about the 13th? I deleted most of my msgs last night =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;91. Who sits behind you in 2nd period? Depends what day, and what week..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. Who sits to the right? See above ^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. Where is your mom right now? In the bar, working&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;88. Do you have any kids? Yes, I keep her in the cupboard under the stairs...jk..I swear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. Who is the 5th person you got a missed call from? Michael&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. Closest silver object? My belt buckle??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;84. Have you ever jumped a fence running from a cop? Yes, how embarrasing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. Do you sing in the shower? When I know the house is empty =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;82. Do you own any pets? Nein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. How does your hair look right now? I tried to straighten it, and it looks minging cause i need my layers redone and to dye it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. Last time you listened to country music? On melissa's phone, last sunday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. Have you ever been to a concert? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;78. If you could kill someone, who? My chemisty teacher, but I might not kill her but scream at her and slach the tyers in her fucking BMW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. What are your fears? I'm afraid of things exploding and Michael's hairy legs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. Do you still pee your pants? No...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;75. What do you hear right now? Something by Plus 44&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. How many drugs are in your system right now? Paracetamol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. What kind of drunk are you? The one who would like a hug, and to go to sleep &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;72. What are you wearing? Black dunlops, sock, jeans, pink studded belt, black v neck top covered in white stars, black cardigan and a black hairband with white spots, and a black bra and blue pants with white spots =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71. Last person you commented? Sean Donaghy on bebo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. Do you sing? Yes, crappily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68. Screamo or Country? Screamo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Rock or Rap? Rock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;66. Last person you sent naked pictures to? I dont do naked piccytures, but thers is one of me in a black bra and my jeans somewhere..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. Who did you last call? Kirsty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;64. Who last called you? Michael&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. What jewellery do you wear daily? nothing really, earrings sometimes, I want a big fuck off necklace for crimbo *coughmichaelcough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Are you happy right now? I have a numb arse, but yesh I am happy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. Who did you last say you loved? who? erm, Iunno..but a thing I said I loved was sneezing =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. Would you die for someone? Maybe, in what context?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. If so, who? My family or maybe a friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. Who wants to hang out with you tonight? Michael probs =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;57. What do you smell right now? My nose is stuffed up =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. Do you have to pee right now? Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. What did you do last night? Put up the crimbo tree, michael and colly came to visit me, hugged michael (cause i cant kiss him cause im ILL) and then watched tv when they left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. What are you doing today? I was supposed to go to b'mena to go crimbo shopping but Kirsty cancelled, her granda is getting worse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. If an ex asked you back out, would you say yes? Not a chance in hell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52. Do you pick yr nose? No, and if I do it's in my sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Do you cuss? Like a pirate =3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. Bedsheet colour? erm, blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. Wall colour? cream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Have you ever had sperm in your eyeball? Noes, but someone told me them wee buggers can eat away yoor eyeball. (is that true??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Do you have makeup on right now? Just concealer and lip balm and eyeliner and mascara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Are you shy? IN front of my mates, no. In a crowd of new ppl - yesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. Your hero? Iunno, come back to me on that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Last alcoholic beverage you consumed? I can't remember, its been that long! Hahah, that's a lie actually I had some wine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Fav. ice cream? Ben and Jerry's cookie dough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. Have you ever laid on a bed with a member of the opposite sex? Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. America or Canada? America probs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. What makes you mad? Nothing, unless I'm in an easily pissed off mood - actually, George Best and how everyone thinks hes an icon, he was drunken ass, he drank away his money, got a new liver and even killed it, also he occasionally kicked a ball about for 90minutes...wow, my hero. ¬¬&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. What if you found out you were adopted? I would be like 'I KNEW IT!!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Jeans or Sweatpants? Jeans&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Do you like guys/girls with short or shaggy hair? Yesh =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Name 5 things in your room? Me, a router, my phone, a stool and emptyness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Have you ever cried so hard you puked? Yars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Yars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Black or White? Both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Hot or cold? I'm have the cold, so I would prefer to be hot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Have you recently talked to an ex? Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Last time you ate Buffalo Wings? Iunno...never?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Do you miss anyone right now? Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Do you ever use sarcasm? Yars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Have you ever went to school without a purse? Yars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Are you a good singer? No, oh god no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Have you ever had sex for so long that you were sweating? *holds up v plates* Noes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Would you have sex with someone right now? Erm, naa, not in an empty house, the floor is very cold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. Do you shower naked? No I put a swimsuit on?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Ever talked on the phone all night? Yars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Weirdest place you've had sex? *waves v plates about*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. LFO or Otown? I only remember otown...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Do you speak any other languages? Tiny bits of irish, french, german and spanish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. What day is it? Saturday baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Do you love your friends? YH, like this much &amp;lt;-------------&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09. Are you in a band? Nopes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;08. Do you like your music loud or soft? Loud, cause then we can dance, or bounce =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;07. First female name you think of? Ava, cause I luff that name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;06. First male name you think of? Michael, cause he just sent me a txt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;05. What were you doing an hour ago? Walking up the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;04. Last beverage drank? Water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;03. What is your current worry? Will my arse be that numb when I stand up that I will fall?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;02. What is your eye colour? Brown, i don't believe in Hazel bullshit =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;01. Are you happy this is over? erm, yh-ish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>flexiblala @ 2006-12-07T16:47:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have smuggled me and the laptop into the old house (the buyers are being crap so it is still our house) so I could get on the internet so I though I would say stuff here so I dont forget when we get 'net in the new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael came over on tuesday, mom and pops were in belfast at a concert of some acoustic guitarist from australia.....but that not important, all that is is &lt;strong&gt;that they were out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So when I found this out I planned Michael to come up 'and keep me company in my scary house' and watch a movie and have a cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;Parents left, we watched zoolander. &lt;br /&gt;Bumped about for a wee while like the little amours bumper cars that we are. =D &lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the back of the sofa, and he faked pushed me and I actually fell down onto the sofa, and he slapped me in the head. But he said sorry and kissed it all better =] cause he's nice like that. &lt;br /&gt;And for a suprise I got Claire's raspberry lipgloss for the night (the stuff he used to be obsessed with when I had it and now the chemist has ran out, it was great for bumping about, it was uber tasty) &lt;br /&gt;After the movie we had a cup of tea (michael drinking from a 'world's sexiest woman' mug) and we sat on the sofa for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also came to a shameless part of my life now, because fuck this, this is my journal and this is my life - if yoor not happy advert yoor eyes please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaning against the wall of the archway in the living room, and Michael started kissing me and his hands traveled south and my top came off. &lt;br /&gt;Thank feck for sexy black bras! &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, its was so warm in my living room I had got to the stage of irrationality of 'how to cool down, bare back on a cold wall, top must come off' &lt;br /&gt;And then he left, after him having to put my top on&amp;nbsp; meas I kept putting it on back to front. =S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that night I was in the shameless mood that I now am always in and me and him started to talk about sex (well, we were texting about sex) and we got to talking about it, and both of us would like to do it with each other. And I'm now like...woah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yars, and after my exam I have planned another movie night hopefully when the parentals feck off again for something festive (ie go off and get pissed in a bar or summat, whatever retired peeps do) and I sent michael a text &lt;br /&gt;'and I am not insinuating we're gonna do anything that night' &lt;br /&gt;and I got a reply &lt;br /&gt;'you never know what might happen' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I had to go pee after that, I get slightly nervous or scared (well, I'm not scared, but still) I need to pee, even though I have a bladder of steel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me done for a while&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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