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  <title>the palest ink</title>
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  <updated>2008-06-12T00:28:19Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:30135</id>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-06-12T10:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-12T00:28:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-12T00:28:19Z</updated>
    <category term="things sh said"/>
    <content type="html">He played me this last night and I thought 'how can i fall in love with you even more?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:29605</id>
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    <title>from mum</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T03:39:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T03:39:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you can stop sending me emails with attachments like this because i am unable to view them!  sorry.  i'm sure they are beautiful.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:29326</id>
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    <title>my smu</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T23:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T23:50:47Z</updated>
    <category term="sh"/>
    <content type="html">Things I love about Smu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;br /&gt;- generous&lt;br /&gt;- kind&lt;br /&gt;- a dancer&lt;br /&gt;- funny&lt;br /&gt;- goofy&lt;br /&gt;- handsome&lt;br /&gt;- considerate&lt;br /&gt;- a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;- silly&lt;br /&gt;- intelligent&lt;br /&gt;- fair&lt;br /&gt;- mature&lt;br /&gt;- a good cook&lt;br /&gt;- his own person&lt;br /&gt;- reliable&lt;br /&gt;- romantic&lt;br /&gt;- a good talker and listener&lt;br /&gt;- an absolute sweetheart</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:29146</id>
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    <title>things the commis does well</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T23:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T23:52:01Z</updated>
    <category term="working life sitcom"/>
    <category term="food"/>
    <content type="html">- Fish and chips&lt;br /&gt;- Gourmet pies with mash and mushy peas (drowned in gravy)&lt;br /&gt;- Roast pork with applesauce (and pork crackling!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Roast chicken&lt;br /&gt;- Pretty much any roast meat is good, with vegies and gravy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit today but came in because the Commis is doing roast pork. Such is my dedication to food.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:28761</id>
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    <title>electric</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T03:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T03:57:23Z</updated>
    <category term="emailing"/>
    <content type="html">Me: Karaoke was ace. I love life. I am high. On life.&lt;br /&gt;CW: You can’t be high on life. Oh wait, you’re Kat, yes you can. You’re like a bursting ball of electric enthusiasm. &lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm so electric I am running around myself and tapping me on the shoulder saying 'BOO!'. And then I get scared.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:28407</id>
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    <title>goodbye and good luck</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T06:33:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T06:33:44Z</updated>
    <category term="things sh said"/>
    <content type="html">Me: So...I think M likes T. What do you reckon&lt;br /&gt;SH: Meh&lt;br /&gt;Me: What would you say if they hooked up?&lt;br /&gt;SH: I would say..."Good luck....with your impending skin condition!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;SH: My hands got all weird after we started going. Like the skin was peeling and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ew&lt;br /&gt;SH: Yeah. She's like...the opposite of...what cures leprosy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;SH: Well she's the opposite of that&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait- the opposite of Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;SH: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me: The Antichrist?&lt;br /&gt;SH: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you're saying P is the Antichrist?&lt;br /&gt;SH: Pretty much...yeah&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okaaaay.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:28014</id>
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    <title>because I'm tired of packing and worrying about moving!</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T12:12:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T12:12:49Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz"/>
    <category term="bored"/>
    <content type="html">40 Secrets, from Mike (who incidentally, isn't from America, so shouldn't really be called American Mike.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One] Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;Squish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two] Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;No pic here. My fb one is from DTF S2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Three] What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;[that's classified information]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four] Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single but complicated. What can I say? I create drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Five] Does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;What is this, middle school? (Good answer, Mike!). And some people would say yes, he does like me back. But I don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Six] What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Tired and anxious about moving tomorrow. Excited too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seven] What's your mom's maiden name?&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eight] What color shirt are you wearing?Purple with silver thread shot through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ten] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say yes, but I also think everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twelve] Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;Tsukiji Fish markets. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirteen] Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Dance, eat, read food blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fifteen] Who can you tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixteen] Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;No one I know has the same birthday as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seventeen] When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day eve. Lame as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty] What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex?&lt;br /&gt;The usual physical things- eyes, smile... Then soon after that I can tell whether I'll get along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-one] What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Caramel Frappucino, no whipped cream. Or the seasonal stuff, I love Christmas flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-three] Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red, blue, grey...no real preference I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-five] Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-six] What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Just finished off a bottle of ginger beer. The last thing in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-seven] Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;Pig latin. Broken Tagalog. That shizzle language Snoop Dogg speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twenty-nine] Describe your life in one word.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty] Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No. But thinking of getting one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-one] What are you looking forward to at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Moving out tomorrow, dancing tomorrow night if I still have energy, Easter holidays (well, 4 days off in a row), settling in with my new flattie, convincing him to buy a Wii, kicking his butt on Wii boxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-two] What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;How much I love the local deli and their tasty olives. I didn't even like olives until 5 hours ago. Converted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-three] What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Taping up boxes. Labelling boxes. Sleeping. Not this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-four] Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;The work cafeteria. I thin of it as a person. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-five] What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills Cop- just listening as my view is obscured by a million boxes, full of things I think I need, but will proably chuck out when we get to the new flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-six] Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;Negatory. I never had to. But once I grew lilies from baby bulbs that was cool. Can I change my answer? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-seven] If you could have any last name in the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;St Germaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thirty-nine] What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown, kind of a powdery brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Forty] Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;S.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:27496</id>
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    <title>i will</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T05:08:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T05:08:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dean Martin - I Will Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one to say I'm gonna miss you but I will&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say I'm gonna cry my eyes out baby but I will&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed for you to know how much I really love you so&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it was such a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And just remember when you're gone there'll be that someone sad who loves you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will look at him and see me smiling back at you&lt;br /&gt;I know you will (You will)&lt;br /&gt;And you will find yourself repeating things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;I know you will (You will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder if you want to come back just come running home to me&lt;br /&gt;And let me feel that thrill&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm the one who told you&lt;br /&gt;I would love you dear forever and I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder if you want to come back just come running home to me&lt;br /&gt;And let me feel that thrill&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm the one who told you&lt;br /&gt;I would love you dear forever and I will&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm the one who told you&lt;br /&gt;I would love you dear forever and I will&lt;br /&gt;(I will)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:26443</id>
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    <title>over breakfast</title>
    <published>2008-02-19T11:14:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-19T11:14:00Z</updated>
    <category term="things sh said"/>
    <content type="html">SH: Don't tell me things like that when I have a mouth full of sausage&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's what she said&lt;br /&gt;SH: Ha! (high five) We're going to have fun</content>
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    <title>rocking this 'work' business</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T13:32:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T13:32:39Z</updated>
    <category term="working life sitcom"/>
    <content type="html">I am loving my job at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun projects? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff that seems bludgy, but is actually part of my job? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff on TV? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Getting things done? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Getting things done, getting good feedback, and getting credit for the good work? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent banter with my boss? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Cool people with whom to lunch? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Wii tournaments on Fridays? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love.</content>
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    <title>sugar is bad</title>
    <published>2008-02-03T12:32:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-03T12:36:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I hardly have sugar during the week now- part of my resolution to eat better and take care of myself. On weekends though, I have the opportunity to eat sweets because that's when I see my friends. Having over indulged last night at a bake off, I awoke this morning at 11.45. I &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; sleep that late. And all day today I felt sluggish. So, so sluggish. I remember this feeling from other weekends, and I do think it's the sugar that's causing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am watching the Bollywood film 'Devdas' at the moment. And sheet man, this movie is looooong. I don't know if I can stay up. *yawn*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:24845</id>
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    <title>work..tv...same thing</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T09:33:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T09:33:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I am watching far too much TV at work. Here's what's on the playlist this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Top Chef Series 2 (I love the quickfire challenges. A gourmet meal from a vending machine? Ace!)&lt;br /&gt;- Kitchen Criminals (I love John Burton-Race and Angela Hartnett- grumpy chefs)&lt;br /&gt;- You Are What You Eat (Gillian analyses peoples' diets and shows them how bad they really are. Plus she analyses their poos! Makes them bring them to her in plastic containers. And she can tell what's going on in their bodies just from their poos!! She makes them get colonics and then we get to see the bad stuff getting flushed out of their bodies! Poo!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Ladette to Lady (Their chav behaviour is terrible! And I love their accents)&lt;br /&gt;- Trinny and Susannah Undress the Nation (Love love love these two. They know their stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;- Scrubs (Not supposed to watch this but hey...I love the characters and the banter)&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday Night Live (I wish I could be on a sketch comedy show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll keep the TV off, really.</content>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-01-30T15:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T04:35:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T04:35:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Relationships don't work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won't they? And then they finally do, and they're happy forever. Gimme a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y'know, in some cultures, a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me a sucker, I don't care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it's couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don't let it take them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it's right, and they're real lucky, one of them will say something." - Dr. Cox</content>
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    <title>sweeney todd made me want to eat a pie</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T06:35:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T06:35:34Z</updated>
    <category term="food"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/the_palest_ink/pic/0000geg1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/the_palest_ink/pic/0000geg1/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>kitchen tip</title>
    <published>2008-01-27T22:33:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T22:33:09Z</updated>
    <category term="weekend"/>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="food"/>
    <content type="html">Wear sunnies while chopping onions so the gases released when cutting don't irritate your eyes and make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "I'm cooking next to the fucking Blues Brothers."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:23588</id>
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    <title>one day</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T10:10:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T10:10:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to have kids?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, man.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:23111</id>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-01-23T08:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T21:51:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T21:52:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Heath Ledger has been found dead in his apartment in New York.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:23008</id>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-01-20T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T08:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T08:06:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">You will always be my first true love, and even if our love has changed, I will love you always.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:22380</id>
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    <title>to all the boys i've loved before...</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T14:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-19T14:38:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who the fuck gave me the kissing disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna string you up by the goolies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glandular fever bites the big one.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:21361</id>
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    <title>an avo-what?!</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T10:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T10:29:34Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I am currently watching a docu-drama on the ABC called "Elizabeth David: Life in Recipes". It's about the life of Elizabeth David, possibly &lt;i&gt;the most&lt;/i&gt; influential cookery writer of the century. She introduced "exotic" foods like olives, apricots and avocados to England. Before Elizabeth David, English food was all about overboiled vegetables, meat set in gelatin and puddings that were like glue. She had to fight to be taken seriously. People were dead set against all the 'strange' food she was promoting. Thank God she kept on fighting. Can you imagine if the English palate had remained static? She was a true pioneer! You think Nigella Lawson writes mouth watering descriptions of food? Elizabeth did it first, when no one was receptive to it. Jamie Oliver recently battled to get better food in English schools- Elizabeth David was fighting for better food for kids in the 40s. I would be surprised if Nigella and Jamie didn't list Elizabeth David as one of their food heroes. She is surely one of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine living in a world so closed to other countries' foods! I don't think I could bear it!</content>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-01-14T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T02:30:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T02:30:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Got this in my email today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is responsible for strategic alliances?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me laugh so hard because to me, it sounds similar to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who does Number Two work for?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:20899</id>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-01-13T13:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T03:00:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T03:00:10Z</updated>
    <category term="crushes"/>
    <content type="html">A girl just walked into the shop. She is about my height, with half a shaved head, a mohawk dyed blonde, and the other (unshaved) side of her head is blonde and shaggy. A black t-shirt that says "Freedom is something that dies unless it is used." Cut off denim shorts, a belt that looks like it is made of bullets, red thongs and a green bag. She is absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl crush!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:20609</id>
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    <title>since I can't kick you in the nuts</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T02:32:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T02:33:15Z</updated>
    <category term="s"/>
    <content type="html">"....is laughing at your capacity for unoriginality."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:the_palest_ink:20277</id>
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    <title>the_palest_ink @ 2008-01-13T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T02:24:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T02:40:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here is a list of unrelated thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just had a perfect banana&lt;br /&gt;- My lips are dry&lt;br /&gt;- Damn, it is hot today!&lt;br /&gt;- Why is my rib cage so large? It is surprisingly large (for someone of my height), and makes it hard to find dresses that fit.&lt;br /&gt;- Flats! Graaah! Why is a good one in the inner west so hard to find?!&lt;br /&gt;- My ex-boyfriend is copying the structure of my status on Facebook. What a douche. See mine: "is looking for Gladiators tickets. Hook me up, yo!". See his: "is looking for a CHEAP Honda CT110. Hook me up if you can find one!".  I mean, really now...this bothers me no end, but I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;- I could really go for the lamb roast at the Townie for dinner tonight. I know I was disappointed last time, but I am willing to give them a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;- I added velvet ribbon to a strapless top I bought, so now it is a halter top. I hadn't worn it before as I was always scared it would fall down. But with the ribbon, it feels very secure. Feeling quite proud of myself!</content>
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    <title>back to work blues</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T02:13:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T02:13:35Z</updated>
    <category term="working life sitcom"/>
    <content type="html">This is what we discussed at a business lunch with a supplier on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is a syndrome called 'back to work blues'. This happens when you get back to work from holidays. It's the feeling like you don't want to be there, like you can't get back into it. &lt;br /&gt;- January is a prime time for back to work blues, and vacancies go up during this time too.&lt;br /&gt;- We speculated that it is because people leave in such a hurry in December, so eager to get on holiday that they probably leave things in a bit of a shambles. They have a great holiday, doing nothing and then come back, see the mess they left (plus the work they need to catch up on), it all becomes too overwhelming, they think 'fuck this, I'm out of here', and they quit.&lt;br /&gt;- In the first week back (I say 'back', referring to everyone else getting back from holidays. I didn't have any over Christmas! Grrr), we had 6 resignations.</content>
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