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  <title>LLOG!!!!!!!</title>
  <subtitle>Laura Log</subtitle>
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    <name>"I wish I could change my Username"</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-10T17:20:44Z</updated>
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    <title>Lost and Found!</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T17:15:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T17:18:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so excited, in the way that only finding something long-lost can make me excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had bought a really sweet print last year at the Mutter Museum, but somewhere in the move home from SVA, had lost it. It was pretty upsetting, because not only did I really like it, it was part of a very small run of silk-screen prints, so it was kind of special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'd been looking for it forever. Today, while I was putting away some finished pages of Five Star that had been sitting on my desk, I opened up my storage folder and THERE IT WAS! I hadn't been able to find it because I hadn't touched that folder since being at SVA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is, if I had worked on Five Star over the summer I would have found my print a lot sooner. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an image of the print if you're curious: &lt;a href="http://sanguine-art.com/temp/twins.jpg"&gt;Twins!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Those black specks are from my scanner not on the artwork.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:139254</id>
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    <title>Life</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T14:14:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T17:20:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, I've had some busy times lately; Disney World, going up to Vermont to see Megan, finally working on Five Star again regularly (and actually making a few pages so far that I don't hate!) and of course, worrying furiously about school plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the school I was planning on attending, and they told me that it's going to be a challenge to get in with a cartooning/illustration portfolio. The woman I spoke to on the phone said right out that the portfolio review board is "prejudiced" against that kind of work. Something about the master's thesis show. She made it sound like the major reason was because they liked the show to look good, which is the biggest bullshit I've ever heard. What does that have to  do with teaching? Maybe I don't want to go there after all. Also, she said that the program was very intensive, and they wanted students who would be prepared for that. How does my genre of work reflect how prepared I am for study? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me pretty angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To counteract that, the most surreal moment of my trip to Disney World: standing in the World Showcase in EPCOT and realizing that the familiar sounding song on the sound system is in fact, by Hedningarna, one of my favorite Scandanavian folk groups. Somehow, I just never imagined hearing &lt;a href="http://sanguine-art.com/temp/Hedningarna-Beirdna.mp3"&gt;"Bierdna"&lt;/a&gt; outside of my headphones.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:138811</id>
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    <title>chibiqueen @ 2008-04-19T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T14:20:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T14:20:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I totally want to apologize for what I said about that girl's art in that pointless post last night. Who am I to say something looks un-original?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad now, even though I know she'll never read this. :C</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:138558</id>
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    <title>Fictional Crushes</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T01:49:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T01:57:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, I thought I was DONE having crushes on fictional characters. I thought that ended in like, high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in England I borrowed Going Postal from the library (because lord knows the first thing I do when I settle into a place is acquire a library card). Even since I read it, I've been looking forward to the sequel, Making Money. And it's out now. And I'm borrowing it from the library here. And I have &lt;i&gt;such a crush&lt;/i&gt; on Moist von Lipwig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that I found &lt;a href="http://www.nocturnalsoldier.org/Tealin/xhp/disc/"&gt;these illustrations&lt;/a&gt; of him that make him look totally adorable. &lt;br /&gt;(although most of her art looks like she pasted together various disney characters, with skill if not with originality.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly related note, I was reading a discussion about fanfiction, which I'm very on the fence about, and I realized that the second most annoying thing in the "genre" is when people try to emulate the style of the original author. Come on, people.</content>
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    <title>The what goes where?</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T05:46:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T05:47:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last week I finally got some snails set up in my long-empty fish tank. It wasn't going so well- the two guppies I put in with them died (actually, one disappeared mysteriously. I still have no idea where he is). The snailies weren't doing much better- they mostly stayed in their shells, sometimes hanging out in a very worrisome way. The one baby snail died, most likely from temperature fluctuations. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a water change today, and the two remaining snails (Moss and Blue) seem to be feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better, actually, because at this moment they are having sex with each other*. AAUGH! I was really hoping not to get a male and a female, but oh well. I'm just going to feel really bad when I have to perform a snailbortion on the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Either that or Moss is eating Blue. It's kind of hard to tell.</content>
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    <title>April Fools!</title>
    <published>2008-04-01T16:16:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T16:16:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Awww darn! I forgot to make something to post up for April Fools on girlamatic. I was too busy with my picture for Gamiversary, which is going on all this week! (My pic is going to be up tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this just made my day: &lt;a href="http://movies.ign.com/articles/863/863492p1.html"&gt;http://movies.ign.com/articles/863/863492p1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGEND OF ZELDA THE MOVIE. OMG GUYZ IT IS TOTALLY REAL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how shitty Ganondorf looks. No, I take that back. I love how shitty the whole thing looks. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go to work. D:</content>
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    <title>New user icon!</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T04:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T04:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I made a new user icon. Waddledee, you are so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from this movie, which I could watch forever. I like the part where a snail molests King Dedede. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lziyu7gn3Q4&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lziyu7gn3Q4&amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are dancing WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:137656</id>
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    <title>Best Headline Ever.</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T14:14:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T14:15:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article902014.ece"&gt;"Creepy Gnome Terrorizes Town"&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:137453</id>
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    <title>Dream Time!</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T14:43:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T14:44:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dream that I was being executed for making some sort of very bad mistake at work (not my job at the credit union, this was some other made-up job.) One of my supervisors was also being executed (these were my supervisors from my real job) because I saw her name on a dry-erase board that listed all the upcoming executions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I knew that the lethal injection that they were going to give me wasn't going to work, so I wasn't terribly concerned about it, and made a plan. I would pretend that I had died and come back as a ghost. This would both freak my bosses out AND explain why I was still hanging around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day came, and my plan went into action. The execution itself was performed by my supervisors, including the one who was getting executed herself the next day, so that was kind of dramatic. Pretending to be a ghost mostly consisted of staring at things, moving really slowly, and talking very little. Somehow this managed to convince people.  My mom knew about the plan, but nobody else really did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other part I remember was sitting at a table when Rob and Darryl came by. Rob was shocked that my hand didn't go through his, and I whispered, "Dude I'm not really dead!" and he was pretty surprised but I couldn't explain it because I was afraid we might be overheard and found out.</content>
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    <title>Memeage</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T00:53:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T00:53:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've probably done this one before, but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on "random." Skip songs with not-very interesting titles (such as "Concerto #4 in E minor")&lt;br /&gt;2. List the titles of the first 25 songs to come up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put "in my pants" after each title.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bold the ones that actually made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Honey in my pants&lt;br /&gt;2 Cover me Shakespeare in my pants&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;b&gt;Mon P'tit Chat in my pants&lt;/b&gt; (oh my!)&lt;br /&gt;4 My Skin in my pants&lt;br /&gt;5 Bouncing off Clouds in my pants&lt;br /&gt;6 Sweet Sangria in my pants&lt;br /&gt;7 Til I Get Over You in my pants&lt;br /&gt;8 Crush in my pants&lt;br /&gt;9 La Paix in my pants&lt;br /&gt;10 Putting the Damage on in my pants&lt;br /&gt;11 Såglåten in my pants (Say What You Like in my pants)&lt;br /&gt;12 &lt;b&gt;Jesus Loves You in my pants&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13 The Wealthy Widow in my pants&lt;br /&gt;14 Here With Me in my pants&lt;br /&gt;15 Leave Me Alone in my pants&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;b&gt;I Melt With You in my pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Looking for Jane in my pants&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;b&gt;Feeling Groovy in my pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 &lt;b&gt;Tokyo Sexwale in my pants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Real Sugar in my pants&lt;br /&gt;21 &lt;b&gt;I'll Make a Man Out of You in my pants&lt;/b&gt; (Hell yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;22 Stinging Nettle in my pants (ouch)&lt;br /&gt;23 Pardon Me in my pants&lt;br /&gt;24 He lives in You in my pants&lt;br /&gt;25 Dreams for a Crook in my pants</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:136937</id>
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    <title>Dream Crap</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T15:44:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T15:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a really awful dream about one of my co-workers, and now it's going to be weird talking to him today. :C &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, part of the dream took place at your house, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='kotek' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kotek.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kotek.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kotek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wow! Although it didn't really look like your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had another dream where there was like, some sort of commission fair? It was like speed-dating, but for artists to hook up with people interested in commissioning pictures. I don't think that's such a bad idea!</content>
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    <title>Keys</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T17:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T17:00:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A few days ago my dad was moving my car and lost my keys somewhere. We had no idea where. We searched all over for these stupid keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he had them replaced. My dad bought two sets. It wasn't cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he found this morning out in the snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. &lt;br /&gt;My keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, people. This is my life.</content>
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    <title>GOOD LORD THIS KID IS CUTE</title>
    <published>2008-02-23T04:47:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T04:47:28Z</updated>
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    <title>MEME TIME</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T22:10:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T22:11:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;Your Score: &lt;span&gt;Proto-Elamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You are Proto-Elamite, ancient, glorious and incomprehensible. Absolutely nobody understands a word you say, but they'll always agree to whatever it was anyway, simply because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/13609056050722629996/Which-Ancient-Language-Are-You"&gt;The Which Ancient Language Are You Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=imipak"&gt;imipak&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=imipak"&gt;View My Profile(imipak)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it looks like: &lt;a href="http://www.flavinscorner.com/protoelamite.JPG"&gt;http://www.flavinscorner.com/protoelamite.JPG&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:135817</id>
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    <title>Sick</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T03:48:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T03:48:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Auughhh. I almost collapsed at work today. I started feeling sick in the afternoon and about an hour before we closed I had to go sit in the back to recover. Too bad it was while I was supposed to be handing a lady 800 bucks. My supervisors had to take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was just dehydrated. It was really warm in the building today and I hadn't had much to drink. Aiiii. I really don't want to go back to work tomorrow but I know that I should.</content>
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    <title>chibiqueen @ 2008-02-11T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T04:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T04:39:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh man, I just saw Persepolis and guys, it was so good. Beautiful! (Although I totally admit that probably my favorite part was when she throws up reading the play. I AM SO CLASSY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dwarf paladin just got to level 30! :B</content>
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    <title>my day was almost humorously bad</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T02:49:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T02:49:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I...I think I almost had a heart attack today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very busy, very crazy, two supervisors were out, and our machines kept going down. There are entire chunks of time that &lt;i&gt;I just can't recall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one woman trumped the entire rest of the day when she walked her nasty, poisonous self into our branch. She became upset that I wouldn't give her cash or a balance without her state ID, and then pressured me to hurry up anyway because SHE WAS IN A HURRY AND WAS "ON-CALL." (I guess she seriously thought she was the only person in a hurry?). I can't really re-type the whole interaction out, because it's long and I've already repeated it a lot, but I will pass on this little delightful remark she spat at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well, what can you expect from someone who only makes 7 dollars an hour? Oh, that's right. Minimum wage is $7.15." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've corrected her grammar, because in her hurry to insult me she spoke awkwardly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I tried to google her, but found nothing. She's obviously not as important as she thinks she is.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:134499</id>
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    <title>FAN ART</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T07:12:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T07:13:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't want to post this on deviant art, because it has some *gasp* spoilers for Avatar episode 313. So, I'm putting it here. It's pretty silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sanguine-art.com/temp/aangzuko.gif"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fun Toy</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T05:35:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T05:35:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://prillalar.com/drabbles/"&gt;http://prillalar.com/drabbles/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ho ho. If you're a giant nerd wiener like me you might have fun with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dank Day To Verbally Abuse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir stepped sweetly out into the bright sunshine, and admired PiPs's stomach. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a loud sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PiPs climbed off the booze and walked huskily across the grass to greet his lover. Mir patted PiPs on the face and then tried to verbally abuse him sweatily, but without success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all right," PiPs said. "We can try again later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just not cozy," Mir. "Not as cozy as the time we verbally abused in the sea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PiPs nodded lustfully. "We were melodious back in those days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our boobs were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Mir said. "Everything seems dark and flaccid when you're young."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," PiPs said. "But now we're creepy, we can still have fun. If we go about it enthusiastically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enthusiastically?" Mir said . "But how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With this," PiPs said and held out a warm club. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to verbally abuse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir swallowed the club at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to verbally abuse enthusiastically. They verbally abused Like a thousand angels singing out of tune. Three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Adventure Of The Butterfly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir and PiPs were out for a flaccid Valentine's walk in the sea. As they went, PiPs rested his hand on Mir's boob. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so warm, Mir was filled with melodious dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you suppose it's creepy here?" she asked enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dark silly," PiPs said, tickling Mir with his club. "It's completely loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a cozy butterfly leapt out from behind a booze and verbally abused PiPs in the stomach. "Aaargh!" PiPs screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things looked dank. But Mir, although she was bright, knew she had to save her love. She grabbed a knife and, Like a thousand angels singing out of tune, beat the butterfly sweetly until it ran off. "That will teach you to verbally abuse innocent people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she clasped PiPs close. PiPs was bleeding huskily. "My darling," Mir said, and pressed her lips to PiPs's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you," PiPs said lustfully, and expired in Mir's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir never loved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Enthusiastically Verbally Abuse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir and PiPs were celebrating a cozy Valentine's Day together. Mir had cooked a loud dinner and they ate in the sea by candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My darling," PiPs said, stroking Mir's face, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Mir. "It is but a dank token of my dark love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mir opened the box. Inside was a bright club! She gazed at it lustfully. Then she gazed at PiPs lustfully. "It's flaccid," Mir said. "Come here and let me verbally abuse you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a creepy crone sprang out of hiding and cackled Like a thousand angels singing out of tune. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a melodious voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PiPs read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stared at each other sweetly as the crone cackled some more. Mir's stomach began to tremble. Then PiPs shrugged, pulled out a knife, and hit the crone on her boob. She fell over dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Problem solved!" Mir said and kissed PiPs sweatily. "This is a warm Valentine's Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They huskily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they verbally abused each other all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite part is the titles that it comes up with.</content>
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    <title>chibiqueen @ 2008-01-13T14:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T19:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T19:53:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not a terrible fan of movie elitism either (&lt;i&gt;experiencing&lt;/i&gt; a film?) this pretty much sums up why I'd never bother to put movies on my ipod or cell phone or whatever. (Also, songs on my cell-phone? Why would I ever want to do that to music that I actually like?)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chibiqueen:133520</id>
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    <title>chibiqueen @ 2008-01-12T03:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-12T08:06:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-12T08:06:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Who is that behind me? Is that Colin?! If that's Colin, I am going to give him A &lt;i&gt;HARD FINGER."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone better warn Colin. Rob and his finger are on the move.</content>
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    <title>IT'S MEME TIME</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T03:46:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T03:46:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Make an album cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first article title on the page is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. Also, pass it along in your own journal because it's more amusing that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanguine-art.com/temp/memealbumcover.jpg"&gt;HERE'S MINE&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Poughkeepsie Mention</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T05:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T05:29:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woah! I just found out that Richard and Wendy Pini live in Poughkeepsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like, a big fan or anything (I have a couple issues of some weird offshoot comic in a drawer somewhere) but still, that's pretty cool to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I remember seeing a car at the airport with a license plate that read "ELFQUEST". I thought "man they really like Elfquest." However, I just went to their website to confirm the Po-town address, and guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was totally their car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It also had a "World of Two Moons" sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfquest.com/about/OfficeTour.html"&gt;http://www.elfquest.com/about/OfficeTour.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yay I love video games!</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T20:30:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-13T20:30:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hope the remake of Final Fantasy Four makes it to the US. I doubt it won't, but sometimes things are weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kotaku.com/gaming/clip/final-fantasy-iv-remake-trailer-dazzles-330102.php"&gt;I think it looks pretty sweet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the way the in-game characters look. I like that they kept the bad-assery for cut-scenes only. I mean come on! Look at the sprites' wee little feet! Also, Rydia looks beautiful. I'm already a pretty big Rydia fan, and I like that they kept her sassy. (I must have a thing for green-haired mage girls. Terra's still better though, because she can also use a sword AND she transforms into a feral monster.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.square-enix.co.jp/ff4ds/"&gt;http://www.square-enix.co.jp/ff4ds/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paladin Cecil looks like a woman, kinda. Was it so much to ask for him to look big and tough? Maybe I'm just extra picky because, oh, &amp;lt;3 Paladins! &amp;lt;3 but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's new design looks like he needs an emo tear running down his stupid face.</content>
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    <title>EUREKA!</title>
    <published>2007-12-13T16:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-13T16:11:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So guess what, guys? I made a startling discovery today: driving in a snowstorm IS TERRIFYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time (ohhh!) and I'm surprised I made it home. It was the kind of snow where if you apply the brakes, the entire back (OR FRONT!) of the car decides to go wherever it wants. And the steering wheel isn't paying too much attention, either. AUGH! IT FUCKING SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I drove the whole way home going 15 MPH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I called in to work sick (I feel like puke for totally un-snow related reasons) because I am going to sit around my house until those roads are clear.</content>
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