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            <title>Er, Apologies for the Lateness...</title>
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            <description>I know, it's been a while. &amp;nbsp;*hangs head* &amp;nbsp;I'm so sorry. &amp;nbsp;I've just been very very busy with life! &amp;nbsp;Well, let me tell you what's happened since the last update.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have finished part one of book one of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Those That See&lt;/span&gt;, and am going through personal editing before myself and the Publisher (Curiosity Quills Press) will be negotiating terms for publishing. &amp;nbsp;Yes, dears, that means it is a go (at least on my part). &amp;nbsp;They love my writing, for which I'm very relieved, and have even expressed interest in my other works! &amp;nbsp;So that front is going well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mm, in other news, I am currently looking into moving to FL in order to be closer with the love of my life. &amp;nbsp;If anyone has advice or suggestions on that topic, feel free to join me in my &lt;a href=&quot;http://us7.chatzy.com/82052238597883&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;chatroom&lt;/a&gt;, send me an &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:thesorrowfulvampress@gmail.com&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;email&lt;/a&gt;, or contact me by phone (315-378-7794- if I don't answer, leave a quick message and I'll get back to you).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Uhhh... well, that's all I can think of to say, so... yeah. &amp;nbsp;Still alive! &amp;nbsp;Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2012 18:15:42 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Updates are for gays... I'm gay</title>
            <link>http://thetearstainedrose.yolasite.com/index/index/updates-are-for-gays-i-m-gay</link>
            <description>Hm. &amp;nbsp;Where to start... &amp;nbsp;Well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shortly after my previous post, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thetearstainedrose.yolasite.com/index/today-is-a-good-day&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;Today is a Good Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was admitted to the hospital for a week. &amp;nbsp;Yes. &amp;nbsp;The hospital. &amp;nbsp;I had a bad case of strep throat, and bad dehydration. &amp;nbsp;They had to keep me hooked up to an IV with fluids. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, I managed to eat and keep down solid foods after two days. &amp;nbsp;And I am all better now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;In other news, my partner &lt;a href=&quot;http://ignoringperfection.wordpress.com/&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;Jo&lt;/a&gt; and I have been working like slaves at a couple collaborative works. &amp;nbsp;One is completely original, the other a Naruto fanfiction. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ignoringperfection.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/sand-trails-ch-1-establishing-territory/&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;Sand Trails&lt;/a&gt; (the latter) and &lt;a href=&quot;http://azhwi.wordpress.com/bw/&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;Bloody Woman&lt;/a&gt; (the former) can both be found on her blogs. &amp;nbsp;I am also constantly writing random drabbles for the story-universes of both of these, which can be found &lt;a href=&quot;http://startatthesoulturnleft.yolasite.com/&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, on my other blog. &amp;nbsp;We are both very excited to be writing these things, along with their as of yet unposted side-stories, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Stalking Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Against the Odds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Yes, I'm link happy. &amp;nbsp;Shut up and read. &amp;nbsp;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Anyway. &amp;nbsp;What else...? &amp;nbsp;Oh yes! &amp;nbsp;My brilliant and amazing author friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wix.com/gothicwriter/gerilyn-marin&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;Gerilyn&lt;/a&gt; has been speaking with a publisher about our &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Tales of the Phantom Court&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;series! &amp;nbsp;She stipulated the involvement for our mutual co-writer Abby and my own involvement in the signing, and so both of us also have been communicating with the woman. &amp;nbsp;This means, upon the completion and editing of my book for the series, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Those that See&lt;/span&gt;, I will be an official, published author! &amp;nbsp;I will keep everyone updated on how things are progressing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right now, I am working on finishing the rough draft by mid-August. &amp;nbsp;Which, as my &lt;a href=&quot;http://sca.org/&quot; class=&quot;&quot;&gt;SCA&lt;/a&gt;dian associates and family knows, really means 'by the end of July', since I WILL be attending Pennsic if it kills me. &amp;nbsp;But, I am confident I can do it, since I have 8.5 chapters left of 3.5 - 4 k words each, and I wrote 50k words last November within the month. &amp;nbsp;If I can't do the promised in three, then there's something wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Um... what next... &amp;nbsp;Oh! &amp;nbsp;The baby dragon is home, for those of you whom are not already aware. &amp;nbsp;He is doing brilliantly and has wrapped us all around his miniature pinky. &amp;nbsp;Aine can't stop staring at him. &amp;nbsp;XD &amp;nbsp;Frankly, neither can I... &amp;nbsp;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Happy early birthday to my beloved! &amp;nbsp;I will send you my love. &amp;nbsp;*kisses and hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;Alright, I think that's all my news. &amp;nbsp;If I think of anything else, I'll update again. &amp;nbsp;Peace out. &amp;nbsp;Live long and prosperous. &amp;nbsp;And all that jazz. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 16:05:03 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Today is a Good Day</title>
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            <description>So I feel icky, a little.&amp;nbsp; I have a continuous cough, I have a damp nose, a sinus headache, dry throat, SORE throat, and bad back.&amp;nbsp; I didn't get nearly enough sleep, I'm having difficulty breathing and my feet stink.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it's okay, because this morning, I went to an infant CPR class, and my big sister snuck me in to see my nephew Rioghnan.&amp;nbsp; Nothing could be better.&amp;nbsp; I also am getting paid today, I have a mocha latte with skim milk and I got to see my cat Cliodna.&amp;nbsp; Life is brilliant.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On another note, we are going food shopping today, and I hope to have my money by then so I can buy a few much needed supplies (including litter for my cat).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And did I mention Rioghnan?&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Adorable.&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp; I love that little boy to death.&amp;nbsp; He kept smiling at me the whole time I was holding him, and he was so, so sweet.&amp;nbsp; He has the prettiest brown eyes and the most perfect little fingers...&amp;nbsp; *sappy grin*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have a plant!&amp;nbsp; I don't think I've mentioned it (though I may have).&amp;nbsp; A three tiered bamboo plant.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I'm doing too well with taking care of it, but I'm trying...&amp;nbsp; I named him Nicholai (don't ask me why, I don't know).&amp;nbsp; He decorates the bookcase.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, my best friends in the world are Freya Ishtar and Azhwi.&amp;nbsp; They are amazing.&amp;nbsp; That is all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: My new favorite quote is &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; &quot;&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); &quot;&gt;The wild regrets and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as I; for he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; &quot;&gt;.” — Oscar Wilde.&lt;/span&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 17:20:14 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A Day in the Life</title>
            <link>http://thetearstainedrose.yolasite.com/index/index/a-day-in-the-life</link>
            <description>So I'm looking into getting an apartment.&amp;nbsp; Or rather, Stephy and I are looking into it together.&amp;nbsp; I hope we're able to, because frankly, I'm ready to move out of this house with my family and spread my metaphorical wings!&amp;nbsp; (It also helps that I'll have my own room...)&amp;nbsp; I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my sisters to death.&amp;nbsp; But I don't want to live with them forever.&amp;nbsp; (Ew)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Job's going well, imo.&amp;nbsp; It's fun playing with the little one.&amp;nbsp; She's very sweet.&amp;nbsp; She got a little on the fussy side yesterday, but she's getting over a brief cold, so that's to be expected.&amp;nbsp; It's nothing I can't handle.&amp;nbsp; In all, she's an absolute delight to play with, and the other children adore her.&amp;nbsp; She's in love with Andy, who often makes funny faces at her and pretends to try to eat her arm (she, like all children, finds this hysterical).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm happy to be doing this job, actually.&amp;nbsp; I would get into child care on a permanent basis if I thought I could handle it, but sadly, I don't have near enough patience and I'm not nearly kind enough to do that.&amp;nbsp; Being paid does help with the patience, though...&amp;nbsp; &quot;You're being paid, you're being paid, you're being paid...&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;--- self mantra.&amp;nbsp; XDD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a personal growth level, I think I'm growing up a little...&amp;nbsp; (maybe)&amp;nbsp; I mean, I know my own faults and limits, and in dating my beloved (despite how far apart we are for the moment) I am also learning about relationships.&amp;nbsp; Not even just the romantic kind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes, you have to stay up with your friend when you say you will, despite how tired you are.&amp;nbsp; Because even though that new job is tiring, you need to spend time with them.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes communicating is good (and other times, not so much- details can occasionally be glossed over in favor of keeping the other person happy).&amp;nbsp; That is not to say that lying is right.&amp;nbsp; It's not.&amp;nbsp; In fact, more often than not, lying will come back to bite you in the ass, and I simply don't care to be bitten in the ass (Karma likes singling me out a lot).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, people take time.&amp;nbsp; Talking to them, knowing them, understanding them.&amp;nbsp; That takes thought.&amp;nbsp; That takes feeling.&amp;nbsp; Bottling it up won't help either of you, but neither will weeping about the little things.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you gotta suck it up and bear it, and then sometimes it's okay to spill the beans.&amp;nbsp; ^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On another note, my writing may need work (and research).&amp;nbsp; Especially research.&amp;nbsp; So here's to researching!&amp;nbsp; *lifts coffee mug*&amp;nbsp; I need to look into things, shape things in my head and on paper before I actually start writing.&amp;nbsp; Maybe toy around with the characters in other scenarios first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gods, I wish I was as good at story telling as Ger.&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 14:42:54 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Fangasm Update</title>
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            <description>So I just got finished watching Captain America, the First Avenger, and I'm now totally psyched for the following movies and the Avenger movies as well.&amp;nbsp; I want to get around to watching Green Lantern soon, too.&amp;nbsp; That'll be fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've also recently discovered that they're planning a third Iron Man!&amp;nbsp; Huzzah!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait!&amp;nbsp; *dances*&amp;nbsp; Tony Stark is by far my favorite.&amp;nbsp; The actor they chose is amazing, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lessee, I'm also excited for the upcoming Easter special for Doctor who.&amp;nbsp; It's been a while.&amp;nbsp; Rumor is, they're going to wrap up the Amy companionship, and they've already chosen a new companion.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see how that works out for them.&amp;nbsp; XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also WHERE IS JENNY!?&amp;nbsp; She disappeared, and no one knows where she is!!!&amp;nbsp; JENNY, COME BACK!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*has a fan moment*&amp;nbsp; Seriously, though, they really need to bring her back.&amp;nbsp; Sis and I have been wondering what happened to her...&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I'm going to sneak off and catch up on Torchwood and the older eps of Doctor Who.&amp;nbsp; Ta!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PS: And the Peeps dove for cover.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a class=&quot;&quot; href=&quot;http://thesorrowfulvampress.deviantart.com/art/Peepicide-292486082&quot; target=&quot;new&quot;&gt;Peepicide&lt;/a&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 20:10:22 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>End of the Day</title>
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            <description>Well, we got through the first day without a hitch!&amp;nbsp; Huzzah!&amp;nbsp; Now, I feel like crap (physically- I might be coming down with a cold...), the muse is nagging me about smut (when isn't he?) and the sis wants me to DO something!&amp;nbsp; The horror!&amp;nbsp; *faints*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shinji: *nudges fainted Ariel with a foot*&amp;nbsp; Does this mean I can take over your body and grope myself?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: ... no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shinji: Ha!&amp;nbsp; You didn't really faint!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: ...&amp;nbsp; *wonders if killing a muse would still be considered murder*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shinji: Could be worse.&amp;nbsp; You could be a sexually frustrated virgin with next to no good looks to speak of.&amp;nbsp; *pauses*&amp;nbsp; Wait...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Alright, that's it, you're dead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; No, not crazy.&amp;nbsp; Really!&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 14:44:21 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Today</title>
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            <description>So it's the first day of my new job. &amp;nbsp;I will be looking after a little girl, being paid $100 a week to care for her while her mother goes to school. &amp;nbsp;She's a beautiful, sweet little girl and I can't wait to get to hang out with her! &amp;nbsp;I just love babies, and this will be a wonderful opportunity. &amp;nbsp;Wish me luck, and goddess bless!</description>
            <pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 13:04:17 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Human</title>
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            <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;Originally written March 13, 2012 11:43PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: yui-tmp;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: yui-tmp;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;What does it mean, to be human?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is the definition of humanity, kindness?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it cruelty?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it the things that you see in us as a race every day, or is it the actions of a few, banding together in the futile hope of stopping a murderer?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it those who care most for their family, or the ones that put the planet above even their interactions with others?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it the laughter of a child, or the crying of a babe?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it giving, taking, hoping, dreaming?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it love, or hatred, or sadness, or fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17); color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;Tell me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What does it mean, to be human?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 15:33:39 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Life, Love and Taking it All for Granted</title>
            <link>http://thetearstainedrose.yolasite.com/index/index/life-love-and-taking-it-all-for-granted</link>
            <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;Originally written March 12, 2012 10:59PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: yui-tmp;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: yui-tmp;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;So tonight, my brother in law had a seizure. He has been having them for years. He is fine now, but that is not what this journal is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;Tonight, a man's wellfare was quite literally in my hands. I had to hold him, to make sure that he didn't bash his head in on his desk. I had to hold him while he vomited and shook in my arms. My heart was in my throat and there was a rock stuck in my gut as I clung to this man and held him as still as I could so the damage would be as small as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;Now, several hours later, I'm just getting over the shock, and I'm doing what I always do to work things out for myself; writing. And I'm thinking. I'm thinking about life, I'm thinking about love, and I'm thinking about how I take the little things for granted every fucking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;I'm thinking about the things I could have done differently, the choices I could have made another way, the things I might have changed simply by opening my mouth. I'm thinking about anger, impatience. About two beautiful little girls that are my entire world, and two wonderful boys that I could stand to treat a little more kindly. I'm thinking about my beautiful Ariana, with her gorgeous soul, and her sweet smile that she doesn't show in nearly enough of her pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;I'm thinking about the irrational fear of tiny rodents with their beady little eyes, about headaches that come at the most inopportune times. About fandoms and writing, passion and pain. I'm thinking I might cry at any moment, just burst into tears, even though there is no one here to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;I am thinking about family, and aging, and lauging, loving, dying. The things that matters, the ones that don't, and the stuff that I don't do every day. I wish I could move to live near my beloved, and kiss her every morning rather than text about it. I wish I could adopt a lonely little girl out there that hasn't got a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;I wish I could cry for the children that know their parents, when their parents don't know them. I wish no one ever had to die, or feel pain, or cry. I wish... I wish I could be impulsive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: yui-tmp; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(207, 224, 188);&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot;&gt;~finis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 15:34:25 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Stop Joseph Kony</title>
            <link>http://thetearstainedrose.yolasite.com/index/index/stop-joseph-kony</link>
            <description>&lt;a class=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;&quot; target=&quot;new&quot; href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[link]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(17, 17, 17);&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;Watch it, don't worry about the time, because it's&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;important.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 15:19:44 +0100</pubDate>
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