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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 00:04:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Finals. I&apos;m Mad At Chiisu. D8</title>
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  <description>Chiisu is a heartbreaker. On the reals, mothaphukkkaaaaa. :(&lt;br /&gt;FEELMYBUMMER. [allusion to some random nikka on this shiet ... ]&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day of the last week!&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s actually quite exciting if you think about it .. but regardless of all the mind reveling excitement, I kind of dread the end of this week. Mostly because I have to go to Glendale this Saturday and take the SAT exam. I know all my AP English studying is gonna come in handy for the English portion of the exam and shit, but that still doesn&apos;t save me from the fuckery hell of the math portion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Math ...&lt;br /&gt;God, fuck math.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like my worst subject EVER, with Science not too far behind. Shiiiiiit, but whatever man .. I&apos;ll do whatever the fuck I can and hope that&apos;s enough to get me somewhere. Hope hard as fuck. :\&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I can study somewhat over the summer break for my remaining tests in the Fall. I hope that Sonny will help me with all my summer assignments for APs. XD &lt;br /&gt; Fuck that makes me sound like a freeload, but what the fuck ever, man. Gotta get shit down some way or another. Or else I&apos;m fucked. Considering I&apos;m gonna be missing the first week of school senior year. AUUUGHHHHHHPISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know something awful? Well ...&lt;br /&gt;I officially lost all of my motherfucking music.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty fucking much. I went through all this fucking fuckshit to get a monitor screen for my desktop PC, so I could upload all of my music onto my iTouch and shiet.&lt;br /&gt;So, when I finally manage to get one -- donated by good old Hagrid who&apos;s gained far too much inches in width to calculate such a feat -- I try accessing my music fold and &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Absofuckinglutely nothing is there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of my programs and picture files are all there?&lt;br /&gt;I believe it&apos;s safe to say I blew my brains out from the moment of deplorable agony and rage. Ultimately, I could have curbstomped a fucking bitch and forced tidbits of their own fecal amtter down their mouthes whilst bawling like a motherfuck. But  since that was highly unprobable considering there was no one around but myself .... I simply sat in my new computer chair (which is actually pretty fucking ace with all the random holes o A O;;), and hung my head low in a state of obvious animosity.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shit. Whatever. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going out of state in a month to spend my vacation in Chicago, Illinois. Thankfully, I will not fucking burn and rot in dead skin cell beds. D: Actually, I&apos;m really excited to go, because I miss everyone I met quite terribly. They were a rather nice lot, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;. When I first moved there, I never expected to fall on terms with anything. And I really didn&apos;t. It took me almost the whole godforsaken summer to get the fuck over the fact I moved to the other side of the country. I&apos;m glad I was able to adapt before Fall came around, because then people would have probably been afraid of my scowling face. o A O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Everyone I met at school there was extremely kind to me. * O * It was a really comforting thought at the time. But now it&apos;s just a bummer, since I really want to chill with them again. :\ Well ... I am, but still. I&apos;m kind of impatient right now. XD Ahhh ... ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;My flight leaves on the fourth of July and gets to Chicago at like eight-thirty in the night. I&apos;m like ... gonna be in planes and waiting halls for like forever. XDDD But that ain&apos;t matter, &apos;cause when I get there, it&apos;s gonna be fucking rad. 8DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t wait to bear hug THREADLESS, and Gustav. XD I hope Blow-J goes to the airport as well, &apos;cause he&apos;s one of the few I also wanna see really bad. E:&amp;lt; A friend of mine from Burbank High is also going to spend the summer in Chicago. Which is really, for lack of better term, FUCKTASTIC. She was, like, born in Chicago -- so, she knows everything and all that snazz. And since I couldn&apos;t really go to all the touristic spots when I lived there due to mum, I&apos;m fucking stoked that she&apos;s willing to show me around. [aleks.&amp;lt;444]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the only thing I&apos;ve got planned when I&apos;m there is: chill with them Chicago nikkas, get blown, shop around, be a fucking tourist, do AP summer assignments, hook up with some random cute chick, dominate Jesse XD&amp;lt;33, be a leech, convince Chiisu to cross the border [LOLOLOLZ] and hopefully land a couple of gigs. IDUNNO ..&lt;br /&gt;shiet, just gonna be spontaneous. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gonna go pass out now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 05:58:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>monumental decay.</title>
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  <description>There are many things that have fallen ill to me.&lt;br /&gt;Things whose substance seems so superfluous now.&lt;br /&gt;Colloquial chatter just drones on and on now. &lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s wrong with people? What&apos;s wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notion as to when this occurred, I lack.&lt;br /&gt;lingering ideal is diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to:&lt;br /&gt;- Consider alternatives for several things, people, places.&lt;br /&gt;- Write superficial tales of some neurosis-driven adolescent again.&lt;br /&gt;- Inhale the scent of summer&apos;s first dawn.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 02:58:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Quill &amp; Scroll.</title>
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  <description>I hate the fact I wasn&apos;t here for the entire year. :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanted my name called out. It&apos;s not fair.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, next year.&lt;br /&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks of classes. &lt;br /&gt;Yes!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 02:41:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Phone Activation.</title>
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  <description>I can finally use my precious phone. * ________________ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiisu won&apos;t webcam with me.&lt;br /&gt;sadness of the life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 04:08:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>AP English Language and Composition Exam</title>
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  <description>My eyes hurt so much. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s granola in my kitchen, but I don&apos;t feel like crawling over there to gorge.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 03:33:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>General..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kin&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: June 10, 1992&lt;br /&gt;Birth Place: Glendale, CA&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: North Hollywood, CA&lt;br /&gt;Family Members living with you: Mum, Step-dad.&lt;br /&gt;Middle Name: I.&lt;br /&gt;Last Name: Bee.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5&apos;0&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 1328973927328973291 kg. &lt;br /&gt;Eye Color(s): Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Style: MEDIUM-LENGTH. ; A ;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Gingerish blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Grade: Junior.&lt;br /&gt;Sports: Girl Hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Hobby(s): Writing. Reading. Internet. Sleeping. Smoking. Talking smack. Checking out girls.&lt;br /&gt;Pets: They died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Color: Orange.&lt;br /&gt;Food: Uh ... I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;Candy: SOUR CANDY. DX&lt;br /&gt;Movie: 300.&lt;br /&gt;Season: FALL/WINTER.&lt;br /&gt;Book: THE GREAT GATSBY.&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Month: December.&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Number: 5.&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Fox.&lt;br /&gt;Pastime: Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Band: DOREMIdan.&lt;br /&gt;Song: &quot; Love Song &quot;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Site: Myspace. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female.&lt;br /&gt;Store: Prolly forever. XD&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream Flavor: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Scent: Something berry.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Grey.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Various colors, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Subject: English.&lt;br /&gt;Place to Visit: LA.&lt;br /&gt;Grade, so far: 11.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Dog breed: German Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;Game: N/A.&lt;br /&gt;Actor: Uhhh ... &lt;br /&gt;Singer: Lupe Fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;Actress: Barbara Mori.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood toy: BARBIE.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant: HARRY&apos;S FAMILY RESTAURANT.&lt;br /&gt;Type of music: Sex music.&lt;br /&gt;Pair of shoes you own: BOOTS. &amp;lt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Yeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Yah.&lt;br /&gt;Do illegal drugs: Yah.&lt;br /&gt;Use perscription drugs: No?&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from Depression: No.&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from O.C.D: No.&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from Bipolar disorder: No.&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from ADD/ADHD: Some suggest I do?&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from anxiety: No.&lt;br /&gt;Suffer from any other mental/emotional disorder: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have a boy/girlfriend: Playa.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have your own room: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Own computer?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Own TV?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Live alone?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Masturbate?: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Use people: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cheat on people: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to loved ones: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;binge and purge: No.&lt;br /&gt;starve yourself?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Cut/Burn yourself?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have tattoos: No.&lt;br /&gt;Pericings: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Job: No.&lt;br /&gt;Have a band: No.&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: No.&lt;br /&gt;Love your family: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Go to church: No.&lt;br /&gt;Pray: No.&lt;br /&gt;Drive: No.&lt;br /&gt;Think about suicide: No.&lt;br /&gt;Use guns: No.&lt;br /&gt;Like violence: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Like school: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Like the same sex: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sing: No.&lt;br /&gt;Dance: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Act: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Cook well: No. I fail.&lt;br /&gt;Draw well: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Write well: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Preform well: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Earn good grades: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have implants/plastic sugery/botox: No.&lt;br /&gt;Died: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt sleep for more than 25 hours: Days of my youth. :D&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from a friend: No.&lt;br /&gt;Starved yourself: No. x2.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a reptile: No? LOLWTF.&lt;br /&gt;Broken somones bone: Nawh.&lt;br /&gt;Which ones?: Err.&lt;br /&gt;Had group sex: LOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Beaten up someone: Ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;Saw someone die: No.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at a cemetary: Nawh,&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair an unnatural color for attention: Not for attention.&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a bathing suit on: No.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about suicide?: No. x2.&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourslef: No. x2.&lt;br /&gt;Burned yourself: No. x2.&lt;br /&gt;Cryed yourself to sleep: Ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;Drank yourself to sleep: No.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: Discounting.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nervous breakdown: No.&lt;br /&gt;Cussed your mom/dad out: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been Backstabbed: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Kept a secret from everyone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Tryed commiting suicide: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country: Yah.&lt;br /&gt;Played Strip Poker: No.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No.&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth or Dare: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away for more than 24 hours: I&apos;m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: Yaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Been forced to do something sexual: No.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Pornography: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Made Pornography: LOLOHYEH.&lt;br /&gt;Taken nude pictures of yourself: ;D&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: never have, never will&lt;br /&gt;Peirced yourself: No.&lt;br /&gt;Cussed out a teacher: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Best: Krista.&lt;br /&gt;Closest: Carla.&lt;br /&gt;Oldest: Uh. Probably ... uhm, Wilson? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Newest: Chiisu. &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;Tallest: No fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;Shortest: Hana.&lt;br /&gt;Shyest: Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;Loudest: None. &lt;br /&gt;Smartest: Son.&lt;br /&gt;Hottest: Mmm ... Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Most Troubled: Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Bitchiest: N/A. Maybe Carla.&lt;br /&gt;Most Sexually active: Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictions and Obsessions..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Adicted to drugs: No.&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to sex: No.&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to anything else?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with anyone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with looks: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with weight: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with how people see you: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;You called: Mum.&lt;br /&gt;You kissed: Laura.&lt;br /&gt;You hugged: Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;You held hands with: Scott.&lt;br /&gt;You Cryed to: Carla.&lt;br /&gt;You Yelled at: Mum.&lt;br /&gt;You asked for advice: Chiisu.&lt;br /&gt;You saw a movie with: Uh, Carla and Daniela.&lt;br /&gt;You IMed: Alex from Seattle. :D&lt;br /&gt;You talked to in person: Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Who cussed at you: Prolly mum.&lt;br /&gt;Who hit you: CHRISTIAN. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Who hurt your feelings: Karina.&lt;br /&gt;Who called you a degrading name: No one.&lt;br /&gt;Who comforted you: Chiisu. &amp;lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;You were in love with: Karina.&lt;br /&gt;You had a serious relashonship with: Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Thoughts, Questions, Beliefs..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Believe there is a Heavan and Hell: No.&lt;br /&gt;Does God have a Gender: No.&lt;br /&gt;Where we go when we die: AFTER LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Who is greater, Satan or God: Fuck only knows.&lt;br /&gt;Life on other planets: Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;Are ghosts real: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really such a thing called: LOL?&lt;br /&gt;Magic?: Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish on stars: No.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in Astrology and all that Jazz?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: No.&lt;br /&gt;Shy: No.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet: During lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Loud: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Out-Going: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Confident: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay with yourself: Cheaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Submissive: At times.&lt;br /&gt;Dominate: YES.&lt;br /&gt;Smart: YES.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb: No.&lt;br /&gt;Content: No.&lt;br /&gt;Hated: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Loved: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Envyed: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Accepted: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Weird: For serious.&lt;br /&gt;An outcast: No.&lt;br /&gt;Rejected: No.&lt;br /&gt;Understood: At times.&lt;br /&gt;Cold: Nawh.&lt;br /&gt;Respectful: Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Organized: No.&lt;br /&gt;Messy: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Shallow: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Deep: At times.&lt;br /&gt;Feared: o A o idunno?&lt;br /&gt;Slutty: Nawh.&lt;br /&gt;Artistic: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Talented: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive: Idiosyncratically.&lt;br /&gt;Addicted: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;In love: With sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Worried: AP exam.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious: A bit.&lt;br /&gt;Excited: Slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Tired: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Energetic: No. :\&lt;br /&gt;Talkative: YEEEEEEEEH.&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy: Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Repetitive: YES. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Perverted: Beyond perverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Sex/Drugs: Sex.&lt;br /&gt;Abortion/Suicide: Abortion.&lt;br /&gt;Cuts/Burns: None.&lt;br /&gt;Day/Night: Night.&lt;br /&gt;Summer/Winter: Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Hot/Cold: Cold.&lt;br /&gt;Fall/Spring: Fall.&lt;br /&gt;Old/Young: Young.&lt;br /&gt;Music/Silence: Music.&lt;br /&gt;CD&apos;s/Radio: Radio?&lt;br /&gt;Inside/Outside: Outside.&lt;br /&gt;Boys/Girls: Both.&lt;br /&gt;Pornography/Photography: Both.&lt;br /&gt;Black/White: White.&lt;br /&gt;Horror/Drama: Horror.&lt;br /&gt;Reading/Writing: Writing.&lt;br /&gt;Movies/Shopping: Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes/Sandles: Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean/Pool: Pool.&lt;br /&gt;Slides/Swings: Swings.&lt;br /&gt;Mysapce/VF: Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Feet/Hands: Hands.&lt;br /&gt;Serial Killers/Rapists: Serial Killers.&lt;br /&gt;AIM/YAhoo: MSN, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;Planes/Cars: Planes.&lt;br /&gt;Hot/Gorgeous: Both.&lt;br /&gt;Sex/Kissing: Kissing.&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds/Love: LOVEMoney.&lt;br /&gt;Cards/Luck: Cards.&lt;br /&gt;Coke/Pepsi: Coke.&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla/Chocolate: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Fat/Skinny: Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Tall/Short: Tall.&lt;br /&gt;Loners/Stoners: Stoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For or Against..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Abortion: Y&lt;br /&gt;Gay Marrage: Y&lt;br /&gt;Suicide: N&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of Speach: Y&lt;br /&gt;Uniforms: Y&lt;br /&gt;Drugs: Y&lt;br /&gt;Pornography: Y&lt;br /&gt;Chat Rooms: Y&lt;br /&gt;Group Sex: Y&lt;br /&gt;Sex Toys: Y&lt;br /&gt;Segregation: N&lt;br /&gt;Racism: N&lt;br /&gt;Sexism: N&lt;br /&gt;Stem-cell research: Y&lt;br /&gt;Religion: N&lt;br /&gt;Love: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Sin: Y&lt;br /&gt;Lust: Y&lt;br /&gt;Greed: Y&lt;br /&gt;Bush: N&lt;br /&gt;Government: Y&lt;br /&gt;School: Y&lt;br /&gt;Opinions: Y&lt;br /&gt;Animal Abuse: N&lt;br /&gt;Child Abuse: N&lt;br /&gt;Music: Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this Moment are you..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Tired: Y&lt;br /&gt;Bored: Y&lt;br /&gt;Hungry: N&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty: Y&lt;br /&gt;High: N&lt;br /&gt;Drunk: N&lt;br /&gt;Horny: Y&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Music: Y&lt;br /&gt;Worried: Y&lt;br /&gt;Online: Y&lt;br /&gt;On the phone: N&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: N&lt;br /&gt;Eating: N&lt;br /&gt;Singing: N&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your mousepad: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Lonley: Y&lt;br /&gt;Content: N&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;In a serious relashonship: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn On, Turn Off..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Pain: ON&lt;br /&gt;Blood: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Gentleness: ON&lt;br /&gt;Roughness: ON&lt;br /&gt;Submissive: ON&lt;br /&gt;Dominance: ON&lt;br /&gt;Body Hair: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Tall: ON&lt;br /&gt;Short: ON&lt;br /&gt;Skinny: ON&lt;br /&gt;Pale: ON&lt;br /&gt;Fat: OFF&lt;br /&gt;Tan: ON&lt;br /&gt;Kissing: ON&lt;br /&gt;Heat: ON&lt;br /&gt;Lips: ON&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Peircings: ON&lt;br /&gt;Music: ON&lt;br /&gt;Innocence: ON&lt;br /&gt;Dirtyness: ON&lt;br /&gt;Size: ON&lt;br /&gt;Love: ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite things about the Opposite sex..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Doesn&apos;t matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Doesn&apos;t matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hair length: Long enough to style.&lt;br /&gt;Height: Taller. &lt;br /&gt;Weight: Appealingly thin.&lt;br /&gt;Skin Tone: Not extremely dark.&lt;br /&gt;Race: ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;Intelligence level: Hella smart.&lt;br /&gt;Interests: Similar ones.&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Interesting and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE quality: Supportive, affectionate, and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of..&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Concerts you&apos;ve been to: Uhhh. Can&apos;t remember.&lt;br /&gt;Past boyfriends/girlfriends: &quot; &quot;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Partners: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends: Maybe around 10.&lt;br /&gt;Schools you&apos;ve been to: A shitload.&lt;br /&gt;Times you&apos;ve moved: A shitload.&lt;br /&gt;Times you&apos;ve stolen something: Fuck only knows.&lt;br /&gt;ex&apos;s: Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Pets: 5.&lt;br /&gt;SN&apos;s you&apos;ve made: Like 20. o A o&lt;br /&gt;Times you&apos;ve cryed in this week: 0000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED THANKS TO CHIISU. D:</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 02:38:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m ALIVE two years later ..</title>
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  <description>Dearest Journal O&apos; Mine ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, it&apos;s basically been two years since I even bothered to come onto LiveJournal and write about fuckery. Tons of shit has happened throughout those two years, but I don&apos;t think I&apos;m obliged to type it all, because then I&apos;d be here for like a fucking week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added this Canadian guy from SS named &apos; Chiisu &apos; on my MSN. His IMs make me laugh my head off.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Ontario, Toronto. I want to write 1, 000 love notes to Christopher, and I want to smoke a Parliament 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Year is coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 08:05:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HUMMMMMING.</title>
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  <description>I hate Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;I hate updating my journal. &lt;br /&gt;I hate abuse of A/C.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact my hands are freezing right now, ow.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKPISS. I hate 1:04 A.M. &lt;br /&gt;kthnxbi, saucerbottoms.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 06:21:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sassy Lassie!</title>
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  <description>Jesus Fucking Christ. I am never staying to meet someone else again. Too much of a hassle getting home because of it. FUCK YOU, JEREMY!AKIRA person, thing. I am so deeaaaad. I felt like I died a little each time I walked a case of stairs. Whuuuut the fuuuuck, chauncey. it&apos;s prolly the exhaustion that&apos;s eating up the little sanity left. and fucking with the physical. Daaaaamn. I need someone to go with me next week to the live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double fuckfuck.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 05:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crooked.</title>
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  <description>His nose is crooooooked from a fight about four months ago.&lt;br&gt; Maybe less, but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, my brother is getting an operation tomorrow.&lt;br&gt; And I&apos;m gonna be first seat in town to watch the fucker get that shit hammered down and enclosed in some white nose thingggerrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; is all. :B</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 05:31:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ilnness</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Everything lately has been really damn shitty. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t give a shit about what happens to my social internet life right now, because the circumstances are just faggotry. My notebook&apos;s charger got fucked sideways, and now I can&apos;t charge it. Which means, I don&apos;t have stable internet access. It&apos;s going on for two fucking weeks now. I&apos;m irritated and overwhelmed because I thought, well shit, a charger shouldn&apos;t be THAT fucking much; but nawh man. I&apos;m broke at the moment, and that baby cost $80. + it&apos;s universal. &lt;b&gt;GOFIGURE, FAGHAT.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&apos;s stable at home either. Almost everyone in this damn household is fucked. It&apos;s been one after another getting sick, and yeah now I&apos;m sick. It&apos;s fucking delusional, and tiresome. It ended up being a stomach flu, with really bad back pain after all the vomitting. Shit, son. Who the fuck knows how much medication I&apos;ve dosed today. = A = &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWSSSS, only two days of school this week. Thank you Thanksgiving. I&apos;m gonna be pretty much fucked tomorrow morning thoughhh, because I&apos;m not yet rested enough to return to class. I feel kinda bad for Unni, she&apos;s in New York right now, alone with a bunch of faggot fobs who are `tards, on some college tour. Talk about bitch ass parental unit, hu? Well, I&apos;m done ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, CHAUNCEY! :)&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Nov 2006 09:03:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Borat</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.movie-list.com/b/borat.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1px&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; This my sister. She number 4 prostitute in all of Kazakhstan. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was too fucking funny. That I pissed myself, babe.&lt;br /&gt;Especially during the Borat vs. Azamat Naked Brawl in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyy I decided to be nice and go visit Jessica. My neighbor, HAHAR.&lt;br /&gt;she like fed me noodles or something. i stayed there for the longest. got pretty fucked up after awhile, &apos;cause my right eye kept twitching and going all &quot;grghghhrgrhhh.&quot; &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt; Because I am a fucktard and walked face first into this pillar of bricks, and my right eyeee got hurtededededeeddd, kinda.  but uh jessica&apos;s retarded brother kept staring at me like, whut the fuck. So I was kinda creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWCELLPHONETOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[To Chiyo]&lt;br /&gt;You suck. GET ON MSN SOON.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 06:03:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tricks!</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;=A=! Happy Halloween, gals. Especially Chiyoooo.&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t say much about today&apos;s afternoon/night ..&lt;br /&gt;JUST FUCKING TIRESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Unni went to the Media center and ate like cerdesss. &lt;br /&gt;She took alot of pictures of meeee, I got none .. &apos;cause I am fucking mental and lost my cameraa.&lt;br /&gt;[insertlaughinghere] :O!&lt;br /&gt;When she uploads them, I&apos;ll post some. :D&lt;br /&gt;And sooooo, we went on this longgg ass quest through Burbank Hills to terrorize the rich people&apos;s property, and steal kiddie candyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m quite proud, I got a whole bag of sweetshit. (* A *//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that really reallllyyyyy ruinned my night of mischeif, was fucking Oppa, and his little cracked out bitches. They don&apos;t even know my fucking name, and they pass by leaving sluggish remarks.&lt;br /&gt;We were on Kenneth and Unni was on the phone with her Umma, &apos;cause she didn&apos;t know where we were, and she said &quot; I don&apos;t know where I am. &quot; kinda loud,&lt;br /&gt;and oh gee, Biotch McBitch blurted out &quot;HERE HERE!&quot; From across the street.&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t you just hate when arrogant peice of shits talk shit and &lt;b&gt;CAN&apos;T&lt;/b&gt; come up to your fucking face and tell it straight out?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflfmdlsgmd;ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot; My grandma lives down on Elmwood. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Oh?! Let&apos;s go then. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; Oh, no. She&apos;s dead. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot; What? &quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ja Yeon moment*  (` A `//--&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 07:56:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Corla is a fuckwad.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Wow, whyy&apos;s it so late noww?!&lt;br /&gt;I went to the play with Unni.&lt;br /&gt;It was ODDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Today was really sluggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You look really sluggish, y&apos;know?&lt;br /&gt;You look really dull, y&apos;know?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Corlas.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 01:39:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Subjects are undisposable!</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Ah, lads. Today was by far the best this week. 1/2?! Hahanfdskjfa. &lt;br /&gt;Even though I was once again, dieing from sleep diprivation, I decided to fuck myself over and not drink coffe this morning. It was wonderfully awful, Chauncey! &lt;br /&gt;First period was utterly annoying, due to motherfucking Andy. He is a bitch ass loseur. You gotta hate how people just think they&apos;re bigger than the Beatles, huh? &lt;br /&gt;Second period was lame. &lt;s&gt;Because Kyung - Oppa did&apos;t go.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Little after the period ended, Usagi was begging me and Ja Yeon to fuck over the rest of the periods and ditch. And since Ja Yeon &lt;b&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt; addicted to ditching class now. FOREVAAR; so we went. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, it made my day. Happy happy little frog legs dipped in ranch. Well, no not really. We went to Harry&apos;s. FUCKINGHarry&apos;s.  Unni paid for the food, because I was broke, HARHAR. :B Usagi didn&apos;t pay for shit, maan.  After, we headed over to Barnes &amp; Nobles to catch up on damn manga series, why? I don&apos;t know, shitfuck. Unni and Usagi were really really really paranoid while we crossing intersections and Main street lights. Since fucking Burbank is surrounded by those damn pigs. WEEEEE WOOOO. WEEEE WOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was really funny since we ran into Hanchin-oppa two fucking times. He is a fucked over loner. Yeeeet, Unni finds completely flawless. &apos;Cept the fact he is a nicotine &lt;s&gt;soda pop&lt;/s&gt; wrapper. Yeah, she&apos;s insane. After B &amp; N we went to ..... &lt;i&gt;!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEAAAAA, HOME FURNISHINGGGGGS. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Unni like photographed every little square we were in, yah it was bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Unni bought me ice cream! ( * A *//! hahaha, Unni .. buys me .. alot of shit. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I&apos;m actually posting in this thing, I thought I would&apos;ve just forgot all about LJ by now. But uh no. Since it e-mails meeeeee. CUPFUCK. &lt;br /&gt;I felt like vomiting all over that peice of shit. Them being some nerdy ass fob.&lt;br /&gt;Unscrew her head, and shit down her neck too. Awwwh, Chauncey, you&apos;re so lovely. YOUDON&apos;TSAY.&lt;br /&gt;Good Night Chiyo, if you read this entry. Maybe Chu too. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i art sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: + I got my new contacts todaaay&lt;i&gt;!!!&lt;/i&gt; :D my old blue ones ripped. 4 pairs now. +&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <title>Sentou!</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;Yo. So this is my second time on LJ. Yah, I had an old account, but I hardly ever used it, and didn&apos;t have a clue how to use it. :D So yah, if anyone can help, PLEASE DO SO! You don&apos;t say? Indeeeed.~&lt;br /&gt;Uh, well I dunno what to saaay about myself, so I won&apos;t. Har. :B If you send me a tell, I&apos;m sure we&apos;d be able to be fucking aquiantences, real reaaal dam quick. Yaah, man. I&apos;ll tell you just one thing though. Call me Kin. Kinneth. Kinnie. Kin Tin Shin. Kinnie Kin kin shin tin shiiit. Kin Kin. Whatever damn pleases you. :D Yaah, niggar. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warning: + This journal will include lots and lots and lots and LOTS!OHGLEEE of vulgar language, cursing, cussing, vile discussion/thoughts! +&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; But don&apos;t get scared, I&apos;m pretty damn awesome once you get past the rude nature. (* A *// ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. So since this thing is a journal. I&apos;ll write my first entry about TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Hurheurhewiurw, fuck. Today was as tiresome as ever. &lt;s&gt;NOT THAT YOU&apos;D KNOW!&lt;/s&gt; Decided to pop my ass into mcDonald&apos;s before walking to class. I was literally drooping all over the place deprived of sleep. 18 bags of sugar. [CHEAPFUCKINGSUGAR.] + Coffe. It kicked in while I walked uphill, and bumped into some faghat. I was like &quot; =A= ... ; &quot; And they were like &quot; 9 _ 9 &quot; HAHAHA, wow. Well, let&apos;s cut to the chase, First period was shitty. Second period, however, was alright Kyung-Oppa wore green again. Why? Because he is a fucking fobster. Shit, son. :x&lt;br /&gt;Well uhhh, Four periods after me and Ja Yeon ditched our last class, and headed over to the Burbank Media Center.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if I may say so myself, we had a grand ol&apos; time, lads! We were in the K. [or maybe B*] Stylo. boutique, and that Korean whore was like &quot; OHMAHGAWD, YU CA&apos;T TAKETH PITCURES I&apos;N HER&apos;UHHHH. &quot;  Yaah, fucked up peice of fucked cow turd. After that, we ran around in June&apos;s. Oh OHHH. This is actually longgg. How odd, pip pop. &lt;s&gt;Fucking internet journals.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, took a drag, and decided to make myself useful and watch retarded comedies, whilst do my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, fucking eventful. Perhaps tomorrow will be far more spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;Laaads. ~&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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