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  <title>KarlRocksMySocks</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 01:56:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Violin Help....Please!!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Ok so I&apos;ve wanted a Violin for a long, long time and I remember reading in the XS&amp;nbsp;Cargo flyer about a &lt;span class=&quot;brandName&quot;&gt;Bridgecraft Violin with; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;brandName&quot;&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;productFeature&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Alloy tailpiece with fine tuners for authentic sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;productFeature&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Solid spruce top with maple back &amp;amp; sides &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;productFeature&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Genuine horse hair bow for Comes with plush lined storage case &amp;amp; bow resin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;for like $49.99 which would come to like $56.50 with tax, but............ &amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Number 1.&lt;/strong&gt; I&apos;ve never heard of Bridgecraft before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2.&lt;/strong&gt; I tried to get one a few months ago and I went to the only XS&amp;nbsp;Cargo I know of and all the Violins they had were broken, opened and then eturned and I asked the guy and he said that&apos;s all they had. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3.&lt;/strong&gt; To actually get a REAL Violin it&apos;d be like $350.00 or something more with my luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&amp;nbsp;I seen some on Ebay and amazon and all that.....they were in different COLOURS, OMFG&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;NEED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so would anybody know if it would be worth it to keep looking at the XS&amp;nbsp;Cargo place for a Violin or some I save up for a few years, lol, and buy a REAL one from a REAL music store?&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Miri Ben-Ari Ft Akon - Miss Melody</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:08:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dear Santa...</title>
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Here&apos;s 2 because I love these things so much.... 


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;500&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: black 1px solid; border-left: black 1px solid; background-color: white; color: black; border-top: black 1px solid; border-right: black 1px solid&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif&quot; /&gt;Dear Santa... 

&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt; 

This year I&apos;ve been busy! 

Last Wednesday I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn&apos;t yield &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-8 points)&lt;/font&gt;. In May I bought porn for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_lindz8403&quot; lj:user=&quot;lindz8403&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lindz8403.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lindz8403.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lindz8403&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-10 points)&lt;/font&gt;. In January I helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_supesfan88&quot; lj:user=&quot;supesfan88&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://supesfan88.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://supesfan88.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;supesfan88&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;see the light &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(8 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last month I ruled Canada as a cruel and heartless dictator &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-700 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last Sunday on a flight to Pakistan, I stole the emergency flight information card &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-40 points)&lt;/font&gt;. 

Overall, I&apos;ve been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-750 points)&lt;/font&gt;. For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a lump of coal&lt;/b&gt;! 

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Sincerely, 
elbowrocks911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://triggur.org/dearsanta/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:&lt;input name=&quot;uname&quot; type=&quot;text&quot; /&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Write Santa!&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;500&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: black 1px solid; border-left: black 1px solid; background-color: white; color: black; border-top: black 1px solid; border-right: black 1px solid&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif&quot; /&gt;Dear Santa...

&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;

This year I&apos;ve been busy!

Last month I helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_sapphiresilver&quot; lj:user=&quot;sapphiresilver&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sapphiresilver.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sapphiresilver.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sapphiresilver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;across the street &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(6 points)&lt;/font&gt;. In March I pulled over and changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_supesfan88&quot; lj:user=&quot;supesfan88&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://supesfan88.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://supesfan88.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;supesfan88&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&apos;s flat tire &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(15 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last Sunday I gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_theparapsych&quot; lj:user=&quot;theparapsych&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://theparapsych.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://theparapsych.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;theparapsych&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;a wet willie, then I took it back &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-5 points)&lt;/font&gt;. In February I helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_firstmutant&quot; lj:user=&quot;firstmutant&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://firstmutant.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://firstmutant.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;firstmutant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;see the light &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(8 points)&lt;/font&gt;. Last week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ljuser ljuser-name_castlevonklink&quot; lj:user=&quot;castlevonklink&quot; style=&quot;white-space: nowrap&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://castlevonklink.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;[info]&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 1px; vertical-align: bottom; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://castlevonklink.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;castlevonklink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I robbed a bank &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-50 points)&lt;/font&gt;. 

Overall, I&apos;ve been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(-26 points)&lt;/font&gt;. For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a moldy sandwich&lt;/b&gt;!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Sincerely,
elbowrocks911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:20:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DUDE!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m like &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large&quot;&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;....like totally, very super omfg! bored....ehhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 22:19:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fic Challenge: 10 IPod Drabbles</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;Ok yes I just did 10 more Nu!Trek Chapel &amp;amp; McCoy drabbles!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Title: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;10 More IPod Drabbles about McCoy and Chapel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Author: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;shakeahand55&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Here are&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;10 more drabble challenges all about McCoy and Chapel, from the &lt;b&gt;mccoy_chapel&lt;/b&gt; group on livejournal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Rated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; PG-13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; I don&amp;rsquo;t own them, you&amp;rsquo;d know if I did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Beta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;None&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;.&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-list: Ignore&quot;&gt;1.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt; by Lady Gaga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;The music thumped out from the many speakers around the over-crowded room full of drunk, sweaty people as they danced, drank and some even &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal&quot;&gt;got it on&lt;/i&gt;, in the dark corners. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;Christine sat with Gaila, Uhura and Janice Rand as they watched the things going on around them, all their eyes catching sight of a tall, dark catch of a man heading their way, two drinks in his hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Have you seen him before?&amp;rdquo; Janice asked as the other shook there heads &amp;ldquo;no but I want to see more of him&amp;rdquo; Christine said licking her lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ohh do you think he&amp;rsquo;s coming to one of us?&amp;rdquo; Janice asked hopefully as she took a drink from her glass, the umbrella from the glass twirling in her fingers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh god I hope so&amp;hellip;I so need some sex&amp;rdquo; Gaila said as she downed her drink, the others nodded in agreement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Jilted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by The Puppini Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Leonard dropped his coat on the floor and just shook his head, he knew it was true, he knee it was happening but he just didn&amp;rsquo;t want to believe it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Jocelyn, his wife and mother of his child, was wrapped up in the arms of some other man and in their bed no less, he then, in the words of his friend Nick, went batshit crazy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He started yelling at both of them, telling his wife, no his ex-wife that it was over, he wanted out and he wanted to know who the other man was, who was her fuck buddy and why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He packed a few things in a rush, he through about making her leave but he knew it&amp;rsquo;d be better if he left, better for them and his sanity as he learned the other man was a the son of the head of the company that built Starships.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe it as he left his house that day, he&amp;rsquo;d be jilted and damn it he was alright now but once he got to the hotel room or wherever he was going he&amp;rsquo;d sure as hell drink, cry and bitch about his bitch of an ex-wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;3.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Three Cigarettes in an Ashtray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Patsy Cline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Christine sat with Roger in the lab as he told her about his latest project, sighing a lonely sigh when Andrea showed up, telling him she had something to show him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Once upon a time she had gotten along with Andrea, but when she became his lab assistant it seemed Roger was pulling Andrea closer and pushing her away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Now she couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand that woman and she couldn&amp;rsquo;t just sit here and watch as her once, friend, stole her boyfriend way from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;4.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Only Prettier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Miranda Lambert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;McCoy&amp;rsquo;s face and body language was the gruff, grumpy, pissed off CMO on the outside but on the inside he was smiling and amused as his new Head Nurse gave just as good as she got.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Nurse Chapel had just finished yelling back at him, and what a mouth on her, he was sure the words coming out of it would make the likes of James T. Kirk blush, but by the gods she was a pretty one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He knew a true Southern girl when he saw one, she could look sweet, mild and the like, but he was just like her when her temper showed up, and he whoever was on the end of it they had better run for the hills.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Because he knew, she may have been prettier and smaller then him but she was a force to reckon with, one he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t want to meet alone in a dark ally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;5.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Joe Nichols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She giggled as her earring, that she had been trying to take off to show Uhura, slipped from her fingers and fell into her drink, Uhura snorted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow&amp;rdquo; she poured herself another drink, both girls were totally wasted and enjoying every minute of it, &amp;ldquo;your so drunk&amp;rdquo; Uhura said as Christine kicked off her shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 9pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Am not&amp;rdquo; Christine said as she reached for her drink and ended up hitting and spilling it, she giggled again as she nodded &amp;ldquo;ok so maybe I am a tiny bit&amp;rdquo; she said laughing as Uhura chocked on her drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;6.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Same Old Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Dan Fogelberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She wrapped her arm around him as they swayed to the music, the liquor on their breath and the look in their eyes told the room not to bug them tonight, the two lovers that they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;But no they knew the truth, they weren&amp;rsquo;t lovers who found each other after years apart, they were old lovers, who had each gone on their own path after falling apart some years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You look good&amp;rdquo; he whispered to her as she nodded &amp;ldquo;thanks&amp;rdquo; she said, the booze giving her the strength to talk to him, because she still held something for him in her heart, something small but something never the less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He looking after you?&amp;rdquo; he asked as the song ended and they moved towards the bar as she nodded &amp;ldquo;he&amp;rsquo;s wonderful, he&amp;rsquo;s the head of some shipyard&amp;hellip;something about building the best ship Starfleet will have ever seen or something&amp;rdquo; he nodded as he looked at his watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well I gotta get out of here, Christine will be waiting for me&amp;rdquo; he lightly kissed her on the cheek &amp;ldquo;good-bye Jocelyn&amp;hellip;take care&amp;rdquo; Leonard walked out of the bar never looking back as he headed back towards the Academy Hospital, pulling his jacket tighter around him as the wind blew cold air all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;7.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll Always Be There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Roch Voisine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He held her close to him as they kissed, the loud clapping and cheering going on around them but he noticed only her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Doctor Leonard McCoy!&amp;rdquo; Jim said proudly as they turned to face the crowed, the officer&amp;rsquo;s lounge was full as the crew that could attend, cramped in for the wedding of the CMO and the Head Nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll always be there for you Christine&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;ll love you always and I&amp;rsquo;ll never hurt you&amp;rdquo; he whispered to her as she squeezed his hand before turning her head and kissing him again &amp;ldquo;I know, and if I catch you cheating on me&amp;hellip;.they&amp;rsquo;ll never find your body&amp;rdquo; she said loud enough for Kirk and a few others to hear as they laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;8.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Defying Gravity; Kurt&amp;rsquo;s Solo [Glee Soundtrack]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; Sung by Chris Colfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Christine&amp;rsquo;s left hand shook as she signed the last paper, she sighed as she smiled a shaky smile to the recruiter in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I feel as if I just sold my soul to the Devil&amp;rdquo; she said as he smiled warmly &amp;ldquo;don&amp;rsquo;t worry Miss Chapel or should I now say Cadet Chapel, your in good hands in Starfleet&amp;rdquo; he aid as he placed her signed papers in a folder then into his desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Welcome to your new life Chapel&amp;rdquo; she said to herself under her breath as shook his hand for the last time before leaving his office a brand new woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;9.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;You&apos;re My Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Don Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Christine was sure she was going to cry if she wasn&amp;rsquo;t already, Leonard was down on one knee in front of her and the other nurses around her started to cheer and look on happily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Christine Marine Chapel, will you marry me?&amp;rdquo; he asked as he slipped on a plain gold band onto her finger, she knew she was crying now as she wiped the tears from her face as she nodded not able to speak at the moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes&amp;hellip;.yes of course I&amp;rsquo;ll marry you, you big nut. Get up here&amp;rdquo; she took a breath as he stood up and pulled her to him and kissed her, she was sure her whole body just turned to jelly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-indent: -0.5in; margin-left: 0.75in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;10.&lt;span style=&quot;font: 7pt &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;9 Crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; by Damien Rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He pushed her against the wall as he ran his hand through her hair and his mouth found hers, her hands trying to make short work of his clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fuck it&amp;rdquo; he said pulling away from her and pulling his uniform top over his head then his black undershirt, before undoing his pants and sliding them off while she did the same and made short work of her nurses uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He took hold of her once more before he pushed her towards the bed, he knew the unwrinkled bed would soon be messy and full of wrinkles among other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He moaned as Christine nipped his earlobe as she ran her hands up and down his chest &amp;ldquo;fuck me&amp;rdquo; she said huskily, she needed him and she knew one she got him she didn&amp;rsquo;t plan on ever letting him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-left: 0.25in&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 08:36:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Mums Christmas!!</title>
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  <description>I can&apos;t wait for Christmas...I&apos;m very excited to see my moms reaction when she opens her things from brandon, lindsay and I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok since I know she&apos;ll never see this I&apos;ll tell you what we got her,, brandon, lindsay and I all got her as on gift from the 3 of us,. A black sapphire sterling sliver bracelet ...I think it looks like this: &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/0002e6gf/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/0002e6gf/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got her 1 or 2 boxes of Turltes, you know the chocolate and I also just got her this today at the mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Wizard of Oz: 70th Anniversary Ultimate Collector&apos;s Edition from a video game/DVD shop. &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/0002gk3k/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;236&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/0002gk3k/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text is from amazon.com, so I&apos;m not sure if it&apos;s totally right to what the back of my box says, but if I can I wanna take a pic and post it ehre to show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;padding-bottom: 1em&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disc 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Movie: The Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;Movie Commentary by Historian John Fricke and Others &lt;br /&gt;Archival, Making-of and Retrospective Featurettes &lt;br /&gt;Harold Arlen&amp;rsquo;s Home Movies &lt;br /&gt;Tornado Tests and Outtakes and Deleted Scenes &lt;br /&gt;Extensive Stills &lt;br /&gt;Theatrical Trailer Galleries Audio Vault (6 Hours +) Jukebox of Recording Session Materials, Radio Shows and Promos Off to See the Wizard TV Series Excerpt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disc 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All-New Documentary Victor Fleming: Master Craftsman TV Movie The Dreamer of Oz Starring John Ritter, Annette O&amp;rsquo;Toole and Rue McClanahan &lt;br /&gt;Follow the Yellow Brick Road: The Munchkins&amp;rsquo; Walk of Fame &lt;br /&gt;7 Earlier Short-Subject/Feature-Film Screen Visualizations of Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disc 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digital Copy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT my box has a sticker on the front that say limited edition: 103,501 of 243,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also comes with a digital copy, but the box set I bought is NOT BLU-RAY! It also comes with; &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;52-pg. Production History Book, Behind the Curtain; Exclusive 70th Anniversary Watch with genuine crystals; Reproduction of the original film budget; 1939 Campaign Book. and the box it&apos;s pretty cool too! :D It should go nice with the Wizard of Oz mug lindsay and I got her for her birthday this year. OK so this may not be all correct but you get the idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas hurry fast, I wanna see my mums face!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:28:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Star Trek Fic: I&apos;ll Win, I&apos;ll Show You All</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt; I&amp;rsquo;ll Win, I&amp;rsquo;ll Show You All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt; shakeahand55&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character[s]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Jim Kirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Fandom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Star Trek XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt; &amp;lsquo;He&amp;rsquo;d make them believe in him, he&amp;rsquo;d show them he wasn&amp;rsquo;t a useless hick boy, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t that poor boy who lost his father&amp;rsquo; I don&amp;rsquo;t know this wrote itself in like 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt; I sadly don&amp;rsquo;t own them, I&amp;rsquo;m just playing with them for a while!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Kobayashi Maru to him was a dirty word, it stood for something that was supposed to be winless, something that was supposed to be un-beatable.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;But not to him, no he would win that test, he would show all of Starfleet and Captain Pike that he would, that he could beat it and be better then his father by getting his own ship in 3 years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Yes he&amp;rsquo;d beat the test, and whoever said it was un-winnable sure as hell didn&amp;rsquo;t know James T. Kirk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;Jim Kirk sat in the library in the back corner on the floor with a pile of books around him and one on his lap he was in a row of paper books that had a layer of dust on them, they were barley used now by any Cadets but he still liked to come here and look at them from time to time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;He could have been sitting at a table with better light, and he could have been reading this on a computer or padd but no, he was here trying to muffle his coughing trying to read the book in light that was sure to hurt his eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;The book was a history of sorts, of some of the famous or just well known Starfleet graduates who had excelled in things that he hoped to one day as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;He knew there was a whole page, more in some books and articles, about his father but he wasn&amp;rsquo;t George Kirk, he was his own person, he was going to have his name, James T. Kirk, in here one day, he was going to beat the unwinnable test and become Captain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;He&amp;rsquo;d make them believe in him, he&amp;rsquo;d show them he wasn&amp;rsquo;t a useless hick boy, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t that poor boy who lost his father, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t just plan old James T. Kirk from Iwoa, he was going to be Captain James T. Kirk of the best ship in Starfleet, he&amp;rsquo;d show them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Cadet Kirk to Captain Pike&amp;rsquo;s office, Cadet Kirk to Captain Pike&amp;rsquo;s office&amp;rdquo; he sighed as he heard the call over the loud speakers, he rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder as his neck popped and cracked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;He closed the book and put it on the top of the other books and shoved them all to the wall, he&amp;rsquo;d be back to look through some more of them later, he&amp;rsquo;d be back to learn all he could about the Kobayashi Maru and how he could beat it, see what clues these books could give him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Cadet Kirk to Captain Pike&amp;rsquo;s office&amp;rdquo; the voice said once again as he made his way out of the library passed some Cadets who watched him leave &amp;ldquo;oh hold your wrap core drive, I&amp;rsquo;m coming!&amp;rdquo; he called to the speaker as if it could hear him as he made his way down the hall towards Pikes office in the building.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <title>Fic Challenge: 10 IPod Drabbles about McCoy and Chapel</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;10 IPod Drabbles about McCoy and Chapel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;shakeahand55 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt;Nu!Trek [Star Trek XI] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;10 drabble challenges all about McCoy and Chapel, I really hope these are alright I suck at writing, or at least I think I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rated:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don&amp;rsquo;t own them, because you&amp;rsquo;d know if I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta: &lt;/b&gt;None &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes/Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; This is my first ever try at a IPOD Drabble Challenge, so I hope I did it right and I hope my layout for posting this is right, so sorry if it&apos;s not....if it&apos;s not I&apos;ll fix it, and if this isn&apos;t right please let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;IPOD Drabble Challenge Rules&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick a character, pairing, fandom you like. [McCoy and Chapel for character or pairing and the fandom is Star Trek XI. &lt;br /&gt;2. Turn on your IPOD/MP3/Music Player and put it on random/shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it&apos;s over. &lt;br /&gt;4. Do ten of these and then post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Volvo Driving Soccer Mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Everclear&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine let out a squeal as she was pulled into the room the padd falling to the floor, a hand quickly placed over her mouth to stop the scream, but she relaxed slightly when she seen it was McCoy who had pulled her in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What the hell are you doing McCoy!&amp;rdquo; she said pushing off him &amp;ldquo;tell me if it&amp;rsquo;s true then I&amp;rsquo;ll let you out&amp;rdquo; he said his hand beside her head after locking the door and his body almost flush with hers as she leaned on the wall and him almost on top of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This storage closet was only so big, also one of the reasons he picked this one as sickbay had many more all different sizes, and this one could lock from the outside or inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where you really a &amp;lsquo;wild child&amp;rsquo; Christine Chapel?&amp;rdquo; he asked her, she almost wanted to wipe that grin off his face &amp;ldquo;what did you do my dirty little nurse&amp;rdquo; he asked almost scared she&amp;rsquo;d knee him in the balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s the last time I let you stay in the room when I drink&amp;rdquo; she said closing her eyes, a smile growing on her face &amp;ldquo;I had a threesome with my sister and her boyfriend Tom, I took a few&amp;hellip;dance classes with some friends in place of yoga&amp;hellip;but I was young and foolish, I&amp;rsquo;m an responsible adult now&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she slowly smiled and licked her lips slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Unless you want a wild dirty nurse that is&amp;rdquo; she kissed him and knew it would be a while before they were leaving that closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Carry You Home&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by James Blunt &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I&amp;rsquo;ve had this idea already for another fandom but I just changed it for Nu!Trek McCoy/Chapel* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried as she wrapped her arms around him, he wasn&amp;rsquo;t the doctor right now, he was her husband and their little girls daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched as their little girl of 3 years of age, eyes started to drop until they finally closed and her breathing started to get shallower, soon they both knew it would cease altogether and their living, breathing child would be no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew she would be in no more pain, she would be with her grandparents and she would be happy, she would always be their little angel but there hearts would be shattered and they weren&amp;rsquo;t sure how they would go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine softly with shaking hands gently ran her hand over her daughters head as she told her she loved her over and over, Leonard picked up her hand and rubbed it as he lent down and softly spoke his last words for his little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;rsquo;Bega touched the side of the overhead screen on the biobed to make it go off as all functions flat lined and noise started to scream out, as if to tell them to help the patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the curtain around the bed, around the grieving family and walked out of them in area to his office to give the family time to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Ann McCoy died, almost in her parents arms, her teddy bear under her left arm, her favourite blanket over her and a picture of her big sister Joanna McCoy and her mommy and daddy in the sliver locket around her neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Shopping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Barenaked Ladies&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine laughed as she saw Leonard&amp;rsquo;s face, he looked grumpy, upset and as if he had been walking around with a wet underwear wedgie all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh come on, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t that bad&amp;rdquo; she said as she took a few bags from him as they headed out of the store towards the lovely caf&amp;eacute;, Downtown Toronto, Canada, was a pleasant place to do some shopping this time of year, she was just lucky they were on Earth for some shore leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shopping is fun, you can never go wrong with it&amp;rdquo; she said happily as he mumbled something she didn&amp;rsquo;t catch, she turned back to him &amp;ldquo;what did you say?&amp;rdquo; she asked, one eyebrow raised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up straighter &amp;ldquo;ohh humm yes dear, everything is alright&amp;hellip;lets just go shopping and skip eating so we can get back to the Enterprise faster, I just remembered I have work to catch up on&amp;rdquo; he said with puppy dog eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hated shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. The Christmas Shoes &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;by Newsong&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;So are you going to tell me why you were late, Uhura and Gaila are ready to ring your neck, they almost through you stood me up&amp;hellip;and to tell you the truth I&amp;rsquo;m pretty pissed too&amp;rdquo; Christine said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard was sure he heard anger trying to be almost held back in her voice as she crossed her arms over her chest and walked down the steps of the front door of the restaurant they were at, the blue silk evening gown doing nothing to keep her warm in this cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s wrong Len?&amp;rdquo; she asked suddenly worried as she noticed a sad look on his face, her anger forgotten as she moved closer to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;There was this little boy in front of me, he was taking forever trying to find all the credits he needed for some shoes for him mom, but he didn&amp;rsquo;t have enough so I gave him what he needed&amp;rdquo; he said as she wrapped her arms around him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;And let me guess, they were all the credits you had and you had to walk here?&amp;rdquo; he nodded &amp;ldquo;he said his mom was dying and they were the only thing she wanted for Christmas and he looked sick himself&amp;rdquo; he said with a sad smile as he hugged her back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I wish I could do more for him, for his family Chris&amp;rdquo; he said and she knew he was holding back tears &amp;ldquo;I watched his face light up as he thanked me then ran out of the store&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she kissed him gently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You did all you could, his mom will be happy and I&amp;rsquo;m sure he&amp;rsquo;ll be happy for what you did, how you helped him make his mother happy&amp;rdquo; he nodded &amp;ldquo;come on, lets go inside and stop thinking about that little boy&amp;rdquo; she grabbed his hand and started to pull him inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. Strange&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Reba McEntire&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine hung up the phone and stuffed more chocolates in her mouth as the tears rolled down her face, her boyfriend, now her ex-boyfriend just dumped her and she was sure the world was going to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best friend told her to hang in there, things would get better and tomorrow was a new day and all of that, but she was sure that was just something a friend or mother would of told her anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around her bed, it was full of tissue, junk food and pictures of her and Roger, she screamed as she pushed the items off her bed, yea right how would anyone expect her to get over the love her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. My Life Would Suck Without You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took another drink then stood up as her best friends Uhura, Gaila and Janice gave her the thumbs up and spurred her on, as she made her way to the table where he sat beside the Captain and the First Officer, drinks also littering there table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t know how much my life would suck without you&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she grabbed him by the collar, wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him, not noticing the wolf whistles in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Marry me Leonard McCoy&amp;rdquo; she said as she pulled away from him, his lips lightly stained from her lipstick, he just nodded his head and pulled her down on his lap &amp;ldquo;about damn time&amp;rdquo; he said before he went back to kissing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;7. Do You Ever Dream of Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Vera Lynn&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled her to him and ran his hand softly down her back as she lay on his chest &amp;ldquo;do you ever feel like you should be doing something else?&amp;rdquo; he asked her as she turned her head to look at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;No&amp;hellip;I just dream of the future and I keep wondering what tomorrow will be like&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she sighed &amp;ldquo;like will you still love me or want me if the next new nurse is younger, prettier and her breasts are perkier then mine&amp;rdquo; he laughed then almost wished he didn&amp;rsquo;t as she started to pull away from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I would never stop loving you Chris&amp;hellip;and your breasts are just fine&amp;rdquo; he said kissing her as he rolled them over and started to show her how fine he through she was, that he would never stop loving her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;8. The Chemical Workers Song [Process Man]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Great Big Sea&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped a man lay down on a cot &amp;ldquo;don&amp;rsquo;t worry, the doctor will help you soon&amp;rdquo; she placed a breathing mask over his face, the Enterprise was helping a planet that had a mine collapse, a Federation Planet, and the Enterprise was the closest ship in range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know it&amp;rsquo;s hard to breath, but the soot, dust and smoke in your lungs need to come out and you coughing is going to help&amp;rdquo; she said as she moved to another bed, these poor miners were working for a few hundred credits a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to, to feed, clothe and shelter there families, she shook her head as she pulled the sheet up over a nameless man with a black soot covered face, his lungs had been so clogged up nothing doctor McCoy helped him, he died with a breathing mask on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse Chapel sighed as she moved on, more men needed her help, more miners had to live to help their families live, she had to help who she could and cry over who she couldn&amp;rsquo;t later, when her job was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;9. White Rabbit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Jefferson Airplane&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes I do think it&amp;rsquo;s true&amp;rdquo; Christine giggled as she kicked her feet, talking to thin air, but to her she was talking to someone, McCoy wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure who in her rambling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Lay down Christine, I need to do some tests&amp;rdquo; he said for the fifth time, he was ready to use the medical restraints and tie her down &amp;ldquo;no go away you&amp;hellip;you monster&amp;rdquo; she tried to slap him away but leaned to far forward and almost toppled off the biobed, but he caught her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s the last time I let you leave this god-damn-ship with Jim Kirk!&amp;rdquo; McCoy said as he helped her lay down &amp;ldquo;no more other planet food and drink for you&amp;rdquo; he knew her drink had been spiked but with what he didn&amp;rsquo;t know but he had to find out because his head nurse was higher then a kite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;10. Ladies Love Country Boys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt; by Trace Adkins&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s&amp;hellip;.he&amp;rsquo;s from the country isn&amp;rsquo;t he? He&amp;rsquo;s a farmer!&amp;rdquo; Christine&amp;rsquo;s father said as she shook her head and he opened his mouth to say something but she beat him to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes ok so he&amp;rsquo;s from the South father but he&amp;rsquo;s a doctor, Doctor Leonard McCoy CMO on the USS Enterprise, not a farmer&amp;rdquo; she said as her mother shook her head &amp;ldquo;Christine honey, are you sure he&amp;rsquo;s who you want?&amp;rdquo; she asked her daughter, who nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course he&amp;rsquo;s who I want to spend my life with mother&amp;hellip;mmm Farmer McCoy&amp;rdquo; she said smiling almost dreamily as she pulled him along behind her into her child home, passed her parents who stood almost frozen to the spot by the front door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, yep it was true what he read in the old paper books from centuries ago, ladies always fell for country boys, farmers or anything and there parents almost never liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yep, you would love me driving a tracker, in overalls and wearing a straw hat&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she moaned &amp;ldquo;mother I&amp;rsquo;m going to get us settled in my room, we&amp;rsquo;ll be down for dinner&amp;rdquo; she called as she dragged him upstairs to her room and locked the bedroom door behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid6&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 19:37:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Repo! The Genetic Opera Fic: Thank You Dear Corpse</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/0002dp29/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;width: 323px; height: 336px&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/0002dp29/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Title: Thank You Dear Corpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Author: shakeahand55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Character[s]: Graverobber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Summary: A quick one-shot, Graverobber thanking a corpse for the Zydrate it gave him. My first Repo fic, please be kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Word Count: 606&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: I sadly don&amp;rsquo;t own them, because if I did you would know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s clean, it&amp;rsquo;s clear, it&amp;rsquo;s pure, it&amp;rsquo;s rare&amp;hellip;it takes you there&amp;rdquo; Graverobber quietly sang to himself as he pulled back the plunger and watched happily as the shiny blue liquid quickly filled the tube from his crouched position leaning over the last body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He then pulled the needle from the corpse&amp;rsquo;s left nostril and then proceeded to move the liquid from the needle tube into a empty vial from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Pocketing the now full vial he rocked slightly on the balls of his feet as he leaned forward and smiled as he felt the bones cracking of the many corpse&amp;rsquo;s under his boot clad feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Tonight he was in a pit that was farthest from the city, it was a mass grave of old and new corpses and he had many vials full tonight and he knew this pit alone would keep him in business for many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;So in other words, business sure was booming tonight and his clients would be happy and pay him and he would then be happy, ah being a Graverobber was a wonderful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He smiled and picked up the hand of the still fresh corpse he had just pulled the needle full of Zydrate from, he knew it was fresh because there was still a bit of warmth to the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He knew the corpse, which was once a woman full of life a short time ago had been one of Repoman&amp;rsquo;s unlucky victims, as the gaping hole in the place where her breasts used to be showed the Reopman&amp;rsquo;s handy work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You either had implants or a new heart&amp;hellip;you missed a payment my dear lady&amp;rdquo; he clicked his tong as he brought the limb closer to his face and shook his head as he inspected the clean and chipped coat of purple nail polish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How very kind and thoughtful of you by helping me with a fresh supply of Zydrate&amp;rdquo; he left a gentle kiss on the corpse&amp;rsquo;s greyish coloured hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Then he dropped the hand, stood up and tipped an imaginary hat &amp;ldquo;thank you dear corpse&amp;rdquo; he said before waving his left hand around him, above the pit of bodies where he still stood on nameless, some faceless rotting bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I thank all of you corpses for your giving nature and thinking of me and my little Zydrate business and keeping me a fresh and never ending supply&amp;rdquo; he said with a wink and a grin before walking over the corpse&amp;rsquo;s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;A almost wet, squishy and crunching sound he could hear under his boots as he made his way across the pit back to the edge of the pit where his bag lay on top of a knocked down tomb stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He grabbed hold of the edge of the stone and jumped up out of the pit, grabbed his bag that was full tonight and slung it over his shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He started moving away from the pit where numerous bodies lay tangled in a heap and headed out of the graveyard and started his trek back to the city and his waiting clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;He knew he&amp;rsquo;d be back here soon and when he was he&amp;rsquo;d be sure to thank the corpse&amp;rsquo;s again and again, after all you mustn&amp;rsquo;t think bad about the dead, you should be kind to them and respect them they were people too you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <category>repo! the genetic opera</category>
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  <lj:music>Repo! The Genetic Opera - Chase the Morning</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:02:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WOO HOO</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large&quot;&gt;Star Trek comes out on Tuesday, WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:35:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Army Wives Fic: Strong Enough</title>
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  <description>&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; Strong Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; shakeahand55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Fandom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; Army Wives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; Fields of Fire Spoilers. She was only strong enough to keep her body upright, to keep herself from falling to the pavement and curling up in the foetal position and hoping this was all just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Beta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt; I don&amp;rsquo;t own anything here, names, dates, places, events, nope I don&amp;rsquo;t own Army Wives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This is my third Army Wives story, I hope it&apos;s alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;As she stood there beside the car she was sure she felt like she had just been body checked into the boards during the hockey games they use to have at school, the phantom pain radiating through out her body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She couldn&amp;rsquo;t breath, her lungs couldn&amp;rsquo;t get the air she needed and she felt like she was hyperventilating and that she would pass out, she felt pain deep within her bones, something she couldn&amp;rsquo;t explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;But she couldn&amp;rsquo;t stay out here she had to go into her house, she had to follow her husband, she had to go and see her son and hope with everything she had that she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t find his head blown to pieces all over her living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She was sure that everything was ok, she was hoping that he hadn&amp;rsquo;t really done what she thinks he did but somehow, something deep within Denise makes her think that her son has just killed himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She just stood there, still and shaking her mind blank as her hand was over her mouth to stop the sob from escaping, she had backed up and her back was on flat against the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She had to, she knew it she had to go in there but she couldn&amp;rsquo;t, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t strong enough, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t able to make her body move, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t strong enough to save her baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She was only strong enough to keep her body upright, to keep herself from falling to the pavement and curling up in the foetal position and hoping this was all just a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She could still see the fear on Frank&amp;rsquo;s face just before he took off to the front door, she could still see had bad Jeremy felt after that night in the Hump bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She felt her shawl and bag slip from her grasp and fall to her feet, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t pick them up she just left them as she stood there staring at the house that she may no longer be able to call a home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure how much time had passed, but it felt like years as she all of a sudden heard her husband calling her name, yelling for her to come in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She shook her head as the tears fell down her face, her make-up smearing as her head felt light and she was sure right now she was going to lose the wonderful dinner she had just ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She made up her mind, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to stay out here, she would go into the house that she prayed wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be splattered in blood and help her husband and son, she would be strong enough to get through this night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She would be the nurse, mother and wife and take care of her son and her husband, she would go into her house and call for help if the need came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;But if the gun had just gone off while he picked it up, if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t placed against her son&amp;rsquo;s head in a attempt to kill himself by his own hand, if he was alright she would hold him close to her and never let him go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Denise!&amp;rdquo; she let out another sob and made up her mind as she ran from the car and towards the house on her legs that felt like jelly, her mind once again blank and her head empty as she ran into the house, her husband&amp;rsquo;s pleas for her to come and hurry louder as she made her way into her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt&quot;&gt;She just hoped once again that she was strong enough to take seeing what would be just around the bend on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>denise sherwood</category>
  <category>army wives</category>
  <lj:music>Lady Gaga - Alejandro</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:37:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fan2band.com/dl/sonymusicnashville/carrieunderwood/217221_3403_115_4223&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.fan2band.com/di/sonymusicnashville/carrieunderwood/217221_3403_115_4223.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <category>play on</category>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:38:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Star Trek Reboot Fic: A Woman Scorner or When the Thunder Rolls</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; A Woman Scorned or When the Thunder Rolls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; shakeahand55 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Character:&lt;/strong&gt; Christine Chapel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; But she knew she couldn&amp;rsquo;t do that, she knew she shouldn&amp;rsquo;t even be thinking about harming him in anyway, she took her Pledge, she was a Nurse, she was better then that, she was Christine Marie Chapel. Inspired in part by Garth Brooks song The Thunder Rolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rated:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;PG-13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Count:&lt;/strong&gt; 2,901 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don&amp;rsquo;t own them, this is all for fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She sat on the couch in the living room, holding his picture close to her body, shaking from the cold San Francisco wind that seemed to seep through the thin cotton nightgown and straight into her bones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the teeth chattering cold, she just sat there, holding his picture in the darkness like it was her last life line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She curled in on herself and pulled the blanket around herself to cover her frozen legs. She watched the rain that fell from the dark sky from her window, which had a great view of Starfleet Academy and the Golden Gate Bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched as lightening struck and lit up the sky with an eerie white light, which cast shadows on her face and on the walls around her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat there silently as the thunder roared, booming loud in the dark sky. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t take it, just sitting wondering like a fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up off the couch and started to pace back and forth by the phone on the coffee table in front of her, she fingers twisting and turning the ring on her finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn&amp;rsquo;t know whether to pick up the phone and call him at work or try one of his friends and see if he was with them at a bar or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paced constantly between the window, the phone and the kitchen, she knew it was foolish but she couldn&amp;rsquo;t help it, she didn&amp;rsquo;t know how long she paced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep, not after the things she found in his sock drawer a few hours before, a pair of earrings and a lipstick stain on the collar of one of his shirts that she knew didn&amp;rsquo;t belong to her, heck she hadn&amp;rsquo;t ever even seen the shirt before, among other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evidence flashed in her mind as she pushed down her anger, she had had her doubts for a while now but him being late again tonight, she knew it was true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was about to go back into the kitchen again to fix her cup of coffee when she finally saw the car that held her lover pull into the driveway, the headlights illuminating the living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is glad he&amp;rsquo;s back and he&amp;rsquo;s alright, I mean he is her fianc&amp;eacute; [but maybe not anymore] and even if he is cheating on her, lying to her and betraying her, that doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean she wants him to get hurt in this stormy weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wraps her arms around herself, opens the front door and sighs before stepping out onto the covered porch, pulling the door slightly closed behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where the hell were you?!&amp;rdquo; she asks as she eyes his crooked tie, and his wet form from the rain as he walks up the steps to join her on the porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could smell it in the air around him as he stepped closer, as if to either embrace her or move her aside to get into the warm house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew it, it was something different and it wasn&amp;rsquo;t the rain or flowers. The pungent smell was not from her, this she knew for sure. She didn&amp;rsquo;t wear perfume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just looked at her as if she had just said hello, she noticed he looked tired but relaxed and calm, not worried at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not to night baby, I&amp;rsquo;m tired. Let&amp;rsquo;s talk in the morning before work&amp;rdquo; he said running a pale hand over his face and sighing, he looked like all he wanted to do was get dry and get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She uncrosses her arms from over her chest, her anger started to surface, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to let him stall tonight, she wanted answers and she was going to get them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;NO DAMN IT! You tell me where you were, and you tell me now!&amp;rdquo; he got mad at her yelling at him like that and tried to side step around her to get into the house, but she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t budge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of tense minutes of staring into each others livid eyes, he gave up and just shoved her to the side with a hard, violent push. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stumbled back a couple steps almost fell to the ground, but keeps her balance if not to just show him she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be backing down so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fixed him with an icy stare as she followed him inside the house and then to the kitchen for her cup of coffee and watched as he made himself one as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She easily spots the horrid red lipstick on his neck, just above his collar which is half hiding a hickey that she knows she didn&amp;rsquo;t give him. Even though the rain had done a good job at washing the majority of the lipstick away, she could still see it&amp;rsquo;s mark on his skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at his back like she was doing, she was sure he could feel her eyes burning into him and as she glanced to the side of his neck, it had clicked in her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew who&amp;rsquo;s lipstick and perfume she could see and smell on her fianc&amp;eacute;&amp;rsquo;s body, no she smiled sadly her ex-fianc&amp;eacute;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You forgot about the lipstick she left on your neck, darling&amp;rdquo; she said softly &amp;ldquo;and the hickey. I know it&amp;rsquo;s not one of mine&amp;rdquo; she skilfully set down her mug on the counter behind her without taking her eyes off him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew what she would have done to him if she hadn&amp;rsquo;t graduated and was now a full fledged Nurse, if she hadn&amp;rsquo;t cited the Nightengale Pledge during her pinning ceremony, if she wasn&amp;rsquo;t 3 months into &amp;lsquo;the start of her career&amp;rsquo; at Starfleet Academy and it&amp;rsquo;s Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would have grabbed the phaser she was learning how to use [READ: Being forced to learn how to use it by the Academy, as all students needed to have at least basic Phaser knowledge] and she would have stunned him into the next century, or she might have even set it to kill, because lord knows she was that pissed right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she knew she couldn&amp;rsquo;t do that, she knew she shouldn&amp;rsquo;t even be thinking about harming him in anyway, she took her Pledge, she was a Nurse, she was better then that, she was Christine Marie Chapel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also a woman scorned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She exhaled slowly, he turned around to face her, a puddle of water at his feet as the water ran down his body, she was sure he sighed as he looked her right in the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Christine, honey it&amp;rsquo;s late, your tied, I&amp;rsquo;m tired&amp;hellip;let&amp;rsquo;s just go to bed and we can talk in the morning before I go to work&amp;rdquo; she was sure if she was a cartoon like in the holovids her nieces liked to watch when they were younger, smoke would have started to come out of her ears or her head would have exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; she said, her voice calm and even, her tone almost normal &amp;ldquo;no we&amp;rsquo;re not just going to bed so we can talk before you go to work in the morning, you leave here at some god-awful hour and I never get a chance to see you in the morning before I leave, and hell if your home when I get home from work!&amp;rdquo; she knew she wouldn&amp;rsquo;t stop till she was done now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know what your doing! I know who your with and I know you&amp;rsquo;re lying to me again!&amp;rdquo; her voice started to rise and she watched as if all his traces of tiredness had been wiped clean, he stood up straighter and seemed to be paying more attention to her now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;How long?&amp;rdquo; she asked, her voice breaking slightly &amp;ldquo;how long what?&amp;rdquo; he asked &amp;ldquo;how long have you been&amp;hellip;it&amp;rsquo;s Andrea isn&amp;rsquo;t it? Your with Andrea your assistant&amp;hellip;your with her when you should be with me&amp;rdquo; she seemed to almost really take it in just this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched his face, she could read him like a book and knew what he was thinking some times and this time she was sure she did, she was sure he was trying to think of what to tell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head &amp;ldquo;no, you know what, don&amp;rsquo;t tell me how long&amp;rdquo; she forced back her tears, she turned and stalked out of the kitchen heading to the bedroom leaving him alone in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew it, this was it she couldn&amp;rsquo;t take anymore, he&amp;rsquo;d been doing this to her a lot, and even without him really saying anything, the evidence was all there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;rsquo;s just stupid that it took her this long to put the pieces together, the one thing she knew for sure was that he&amp;rsquo;d been cheating on her for a last 4 months, but she knew it was longer then that, more like years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she could have slammed the door when she walked into the bedroom she would have, as she moved towards the closet and pulled out a duffel bag and she quickly got dressed as she started to throw clothes into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made sure her ID and everything she would need was in her purse, made sure her earrings were in her ears and then in anger picked up one of her heels and threw it right at the mirror hanging above the dresser that she had shared with him for 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched happily as it shattered before she slung the bag over her shoulder and moved from the bedroom, she had all she needed in her bag and purse and if she needed anything she&amp;rsquo;d come back for it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed her coat and put on her rain coat and her Hospital ID and pass key and put them in her purse then quickly headed down the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she made it back out into the front room he was standing by the couch and turned to look at her, shock written all over his face, he was still wet she noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are you going Christine?&amp;rdquo; he asked, she shook her head &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m leaving Roger&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; she said as she almost tore the ring off her finger, forcing the tears away and the sob from her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m done with you, with your lying, cheating&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;m done&amp;rdquo; she threw the ring towards him as she opened the door and put up her hood and started to walk away from the house, from her now ex-fianc&amp;eacute;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure where she was going as her legs carried her away from the house, down the hills and the winding streets to the nearest transport pick up. She stood there in the rain, her hair stringy and laying limp on her wet head and watched and waited for a transport would stop and pick her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure how long she had been waiting when one stopped and she got in, the driver smiled at her and asked her where to, she froze as she had no clue where she was going to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she remembered her friend said his roommate was at home for the next 2 weeks, she smiled &amp;ldquo;Starfleet Academy please&amp;rdquo; she said nodding to him as she moved to the back after handing him 3 credits from her pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sure thing miss&amp;hellip;isn&amp;rsquo;t it late for you to be out on a night like this?&amp;rdquo; he asked her, her being the only person other then him in the shuttle at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes it is&amp;rdquo; she said softly &amp;ldquo;it&amp;rsquo;s very late&amp;hellip;way to late&amp;hellip;I should have left sooner&amp;rdquo; she said to herself forgetting the driver[or would that be pilot] was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn&amp;rsquo;t know if he asked her any more questions as she looked out the window as they made there way over the Golden Gate Bridge and away from him, away from her passed life, her passed heart-break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was going to start anew, she would go see a lawyer tomorrow and start the ball rolling and get everything seen to by a professional in case Roger tried something, she&amp;rsquo;d be ready for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lsquo;There goes 5 years of your life Christine&amp;hellip;but cheer up, you&amp;rsquo;ll be warm and dry soon and in a bed and then you can talk about what a jerk he is&amp;hellip;and what a idiot you are&amp;rsquo; she said to herself as she slumped down in her seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped in shock when she heard a voice &amp;lsquo;the driver&amp;rsquo; she told herself speak up and tell her they were at her destination and to be careful and have a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said thank you and good night as she walked out into the downpour again pulling her hood over her head for what little good it was doing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a lot of time to think as she made her lone trek across the campus to the 1st cadets dorm about how she was alright with this at the moment. But she knew when she actually had time to let it all sink in she would become a mad woman and total wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles sadly, in her whole life she&amp;rsquo;s only had 2 boyfriends and one fling with a girl she knew back home in New Orleans that started with a drunk one night stand that turned into a drinking binge for 4 nights worth of sex and booze before it ended and she moved to Seattle to start Nursing school where she met Roger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;rsquo;s been cheated on, jilted&amp;hellip;scorned and lied to, for the first time in her life and she was going to end it before he left her, she would bitch about it and move on to bigger and better things without him holding her down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would work more hours in the hospital, make more friends, maybe even find a new boyfriend and get a placement on a Starship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled sadly as she walked through the quiet halls, leaving puddles in her wake as she made her way to her friends room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on the door as she hoped he was there and sighing in relief as the door opened and boy was it a sight to behold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Chris! What are you doing here, it&amp;rsquo;s almost 4am!&amp;rdquo; she shook her head &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m a jilted and scorned woman Lenored&amp;hellip;and I need a place to stay until I can get a room on campus&amp;rdquo; he just started at her before nodding and moving aside to let her in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;So Roger finally got caught?&amp;rdquo; he watched holding back a laugh as her head whipped around at almost warp speed to face him, flinging droplets all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;hellip;what&amp;hellip;are you saying you knew?&amp;rdquo; she asked him as he shook his head &amp;ldquo;no I didn&amp;rsquo;t know but I put it together, all the times you told me about him either being really late or not coming home at all and you finding things and you said you found a lipstick stain on his collar&amp;hellip;Jocelyn was cheatin&amp;rsquo; on me to darlin&amp;rsquo; I knew the signs&amp;rdquo; he said to her helping her out of her wet coat and taking it into the bathroom to dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;It hurts like a bitch don&amp;rsquo;t it?&amp;rdquo; she nodded sadly as she opened her duffle bag and pulled out something she could sleep in for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;But he better what out&amp;hellip;a angry woman is worse then a ship full of angry Klingons&amp;rdquo; he said as she nodded and smiled, wiping away the tears that finally fell as she walked into the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;Also if this is easier here&apos;s a link to it on my fanfiction.net account, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5452673/1/A_Woman_Scorned_or_When_the_Thunder_Rolls&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;A Woman Scorned or When the&amp;nbsp;Thunder Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:02:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Writer&apos;s Block: Nothing to fear but fear itself</title>
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes is the thing I fear the most...god I don&apos;t even like saying or even seeing the word it scares the crap outta me...there one of my biggest fears, I&apos;m like so scared of them it&apos;s not even funny. Then creepy crawlers (any bugs) I really don&apos;t like, but other&amp;nbsp;then snakes&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m really scared of (crazy as it is) being in a elevator and you know like you&apos;d see in a movie, the cable snaps and the elevator falls and the people die....yea I scared of that to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a house, the basement is where I spend most of my time and where my room is so I&apos;m gettin&apos; better with the bug thing, I used to live in a apartment where the elevator wasn&apos;t the best, I swear it was broke more then it was working, but elevators freak me out but not that much, like I can live with that fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT even ask about my biggest fear...I won&apos;t answer *shivers* look I&apos;m even scared now...no really I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why do so many people fear death, I don&apos;t really get it..... *confused*</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 21:07:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 19:39:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Woo Hoo!</title>
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  <title>Glee Day!</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/00029x57/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;width: 412px; height: 277px&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/00029x57/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;IT&apos;S GLEE&amp;nbsp;DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 05:40:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>ZOMBIES!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;entry-content&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omg Zombieland tomorrow, totally wicked! Why of course I&apos;ll follow it up with Shaun of the Dead! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;entry-content&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and I need to get my hands on [English title:] Dead Snow, [Norwegian Title:] Dod Sno...it&apos;s like totally Nazi Zombies...you know like COD: WAW!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the movie is Norwegian, so it&apos;s only got English subs, but that&apos;s alright with me, I love Zombies[movies/anything to do with them], I always have but seeing Shaun of the Dead for the first time a while ago totally kicked up my love for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you gotta check out Doom as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr I gotta find some good Zombie pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: smaller&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;entry-content&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. - Please don&apos;t disown me or hate me for the song...it&apos;s kinda catchy [after hearing it for like 1 hour on repeat because you forgot to turn off your speakers as you were looking for something you just had to find ight now!]&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Britney Spears - Kill The Lights</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Britney Spears - Kill The Lights</media:title>
  <lj:mood>excited..you know HAPPY</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:17:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>STAR TREK TOS MOVIE COLLECTION ON DVD!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/00028pc6/&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/elbowrocks911/pic/00028pc6/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know the picture isn&apos;t clear, I&apos;ll trty to find another one on the net somwhere, but look!&amp;nbsp;SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s the Original Series Movie Collection (Movies 1-6) plus the speical 7th bonus disc In the Captians&amp;nbsp;Seat, a round table talk with Shatner, Nimoy, Frankes and Stewart hosted by Whoopi Goldberg.&amp;nbsp; Yea...when Ican I&apos;ll see about getting a picture of my DVD shelf and show you all my things... OH did I forget to meantion that it&apos;s on DVD NOT&amp;nbsp;Blu-Ray! Yep it&apos;s DVD.....</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 04:34:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So anyway, I&apos;m reading about DVDs for some odd reason tonight and what do I find? A lot of movies are coming out November 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek (you don&apos;t even need to aks if I&apos;m getting it....because by the time you ask I&apos;ll already have it! Man I&apos;d so park out in front of the stor at 12am and just wait for them to open shop so I can get my hands on it....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sisters Keeper (Great, I can get it and cry in the comfort of my own home, &apos;cuz boy it&apos;s hard to keep quiet in the theaters and not sob like a baby...but I ended up doing that anyway, oh well. I&apos;m still gettin&apos; this movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK there are more I just can remember right now... but good god man do I need a life, if I&apos;m ranting about dvds coming out.........</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:33:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Army Wives: As Time Goes By</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3 Episode 15 - As Time&amp;nbsp;Goes By.....OMFG!! My new favourite episode by far! I love old things l;ike this....WOW&amp;nbsp;this episode is total Love! I made it a point to see this one &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff99&quot;&gt;[downloaded it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;of course after hearing about it lol Boy am I glad I did! Man...wow I need screencaps, I need to make icons, oh wow I&apos;m freakin&apos; lol&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Andrews Sisters - Bei Mir Bist Du Shcn</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Andrews Sisters - Bei Mir Bist Du Shcn</media:title>
  <lj:mood>ecstatic</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 17:29:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Twitter &amp; Glee Love</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;Not only have I found the Love! that is Glee but I now also have a Twitter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Needs to make new Icons*&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:59:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 02:05:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>GLEE</title>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff00ff&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000ff&quot;&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600&quot;&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc99ff&quot;&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff99cc&quot;&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993300&quot;&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #808000&quot;&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:mood>jubilant</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 02:43:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I most likely won&apos;t get to see TSO...boo frigin&apos; hoo....</description>
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  <lj:mood>crushed</lj:mood>
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