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  <title>Oui, je suis parceque je suis.</title>
  <subtitle>Mlle Lolwry</subtitle>
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    <name>Mlle Lolwry</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-11T04:49:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:44352</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Drag Queen Politics</title>
    <published>2007-07-11T04:49:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T04:49:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last week on the 4th of July, I found myself leaning against a wall, sipping a beer, and listening to a drag queen yammer on about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the big gay bar cheered when their big bubbly feathered hostess asked the crowd who would be voting for Hillary in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I read through her political positions albeit on Wikipedia, but nevertheless I took the time to sit, read, and consider. I think that the all too eager LBGT crowd should do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: she is not opposed to civil unions between gay or lesbian couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: she voted against the Federal Marriage Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she is far from being the singing, glittering, sequined Wonder Woman to the gay and lesbian universe. Did I mention the drag queen in question performed in a Wonder Woman costume complete with flashy thigh-high red boots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz she is a chick doesn't mean that people should give her support without reading up on her policies; at least I don't buy into that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFter I did do my homework, I found that yes there are some areas that I agree with her, but there are other areas that I find myself wondering why people--such as the LGBT community--would so adamantly support her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Hillary bashing by any means; my complaint is that I think alot of people slap "Hillary's Great in '08" bumperstickers on the backs of their hybrid cars because she is well, a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well have the drag queen get up there and lip-sync Whitney Houston belting out "God Bless America" in her all her hair and glamor if people are really concerned with appearance rather than the actual meaty issues at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't be surprised though, I mean look at the last 8 years. WTF was that?</content>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Hated Phrases</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T15:51:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T15:53:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I am reading papers, I often happen across a certain phrase that makes me want to kill myself right there on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That phrase is "in today's society." Please people, try and think of a better way to discuss a contemporary idea or event other than repeating that awful phrase ad nauseam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. I appreciate it and I'm sure everyone else in today's society will too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:43637</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Purpose of LJ.</title>
    <published>2007-05-26T20:15:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-26T20:17:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>American Doll Posse- Tori  Amos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="natalie dee" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/042006/dont-be-late.jpg" width="600" height="346" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:43264</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Adultness</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T19:12:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T19:12:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things that have happened that are pretty fuckin rad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) School is over. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) For the second semester running, I've gotten straight A's. I'm finally not a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This weekend is my long awaited 21st B-day extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I just got my sweet new horizontal license. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I am a real live adult person, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Summer is here PTL. The next thing that needs to happen is Memorial Day so I can go fucking row-boating.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:43105</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Poetry</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T05:22:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-04T05:22:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just finished reading through some of my old poems. Christ, I guess everyone goes through an amateur poet phase at some point in his or her young adult life. Amateur here = bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am curious to try my hand at poetry again, especially because I'll be taking a Poetry Writing Workshop in the fall. I would do it now, but I realized that I am only comfortable writing poetry if I do it ye olde fashioned way with  pen and paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that the margins of my notebook will be taken advantage of in the near future.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:42954</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Crazy Christian Conspiracies</title>
    <published>2007-03-27T20:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T20:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://objectiveministries.org/kidz/"&gt;http://objectiveministries.org/kidz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if this was a joke at first, that's how ridiculous it is. Sadly, it's serious, which is even more hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me proud to be a coffee drinker :) I knew it all along; Coffee is the true path to enlightenment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:42735</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of SRSLY?</title>
    <published>2007-03-24T22:30:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-24T22:30:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.conservapedia.com/Homosexual"&gt;http://www.conservapedia.com/Homosexual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me laugh. Hard.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:41722</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Being a Betch</title>
    <published>2007-02-27T21:23:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-27T21:24:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So February was a real crap month filled with people doing crap things. Real Total Crap. Praise Jesus it's a midgit month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dying, crying, lying, and spying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all that crap, my life was ruined by YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a giggly highschool girl; I should be above this empty humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting dumber this semester. I'm not challenged at all, just frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be fun though. Hamlet on Friday (huzzah) and Sklenna's party is Saturday. I'm very excited to get out of Y-town for a night, even if it is only for a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is soon too. I hope to make a great escape during that week.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:40949</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Funk</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T01:17:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T01:17:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;funk&lt;/i&gt; 1 |fə ng k| informal noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 (also &lt;i&gt;blue funk&lt;/i&gt;) [in sing. ] a state of depression : &lt;i&gt;I sat absorbed in my own blue funk.&lt;/i&gt;• chiefly Brit. a state of great fear or panic : &lt;i&gt;are you in a blue funk about running out of things to say? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dated chiefly Brit. a coward. verb [ trans. ] chiefly Brit. avoid (a task or thing) out of fear : &lt;i&gt;I could have seen him this morning but I funked it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORIGIN mid 18th cent.(first recorded as slang at Oxford University in Oxford, England): perhaps from funk 2 in the slang sense [tobacco smoke,] or from obsolete Flemish fonck ‘disturbance, agitation.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;funk&lt;/i&gt; 2 noun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 a style of popular dance music of U.S. black origin, based on elements of blues and soul and having a strong rhythm that typically accentuates the first beat in the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 [in sing. ] informal dated a strong musty smell of sweat or tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PHRASAL VERBS funk something up give music elements of such a style. ORIGIN early 17th cent.(in the sense [musty smell] ): perhaps from French dialect funkier ‘blow smoke on,’ based on Latin fumus ‘smoke.’</content>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of "Anonymous" Comments</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T18:14:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T18:14:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I very much enjoy when people comment "anonymously" but it's still painfully obvious who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be a spy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:40103</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Dawning of the New Year</title>
    <published>2007-01-03T09:58:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-03T09:58:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, 2007. I will turn 21 in 5 months and 17 days. Yes, I am counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really bother making any resolutions because I didn't feel as though I had much to resolve except bettering my financial situation, but that's more of an ongoing affair not limited to the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to see that two of my LJ buddies came out of LJ hiatus. Since I still stand tall on the side of the world outside of MySpace (many have fallen but, I stand resilient to its charms; actually at this point its a time issue or lack thereof that keeps me from crossing over ) its nice to have a few LJers left who post, thus keeping my waning LJ addicition satiated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this winter break, I have developed a horrible habit of staying up until the break of dawn and getting up only an hour or two before the sun sets. That's-a-no-good. Night time is so peaceful though, no unwanted distractions, just peace and quiet. Everything slows down too, which is a nice well deserved reprieve from the fast pace world of the day time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before the world wakes up, I'm going to dive under the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make the most out of breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the toast!&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Reflections On the Nature of Christmas Surprises</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T02:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T02:21:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Red Light Means Go"- Massive Attack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got the best Christmas Present ever yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my college career, I pulled off a straight A semester dispite the fact that this was the hardest semester for me thus far. Weird how that shit works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I do care about school after all. The magic of Christmas has made me a believer!!!</content>
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    <title>Reflections On the Nature of Christmas Anguish</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T06:34:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T06:34:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First, I love buying X-mas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a game; let's see how well I know my friends and family by buying them stuff. Usually I win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year however...there are a few people that I'm totally stuck on what to get them. How do you spend so much time with some people and have NO clue what they like?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might take a thoughtful way out and actually make something for them. Yes, I think that will work considering I've already spent too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non Christmas Related News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days and this nightmareish semester is finally over. I should have read over my star-chart more carefully before I scheduled for this past semester then maybe I would have known how totally treacherous it would have been. Next time for sure.</content>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Sweet Jesus Christ</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T23:42:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T23:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wonder whether or not some people's mere existance can be classified as a sin against the rest of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fairly certain that in some cases it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ...what were you thinking.</content>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Painfully Obvious</title>
    <published>2006-11-28T02:06:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-28T02:07:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. 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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:38864</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Relationship Between Lying and Paranoia</title>
    <published>2006-11-24T07:45:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-24T07:46:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Music a la tele</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, lately I have become hyper-sensitive to lies and lying because lies and lying are the subjects for a research paper for my Advanced Linguistics class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by hyper-sensitive, I mean paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is such a liar, myself included. Not necessairily about BIG deal things like I'm not secretly a super secret agent who has to be a super secret spy by night, and a common college student/ writing tutor by day. More or less I've noticed people lying about little things under the guise that they are "protecting" either themselves or someone close to them. Which is interesting if you stop and think about it. Why do we think that concealing the truth is a better, sunnier, alternative to the actual truth itself? What do we REALLY have to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: I was on the phone today with a close friend and I noticed, and was consciously aware that I was witholding the truth and spitting out lie after lie after lie...but they were "harmless" lies. Better to tell the lie then tell the truth, but why? Because the truth would cause more trouble, but how can that be? Aren't lies the ugly evil twin that we want to keep locked up in the attic? Not the truth, the truth shall set you free afterall. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote to consider: "someone who can lie has a sophistication beyond that of a mere truth-teller."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:38404</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Riding the Storm Out</title>
    <published>2006-11-17T23:38:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-17T23:38:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Have you ever felt like you are stuck in the same 2-minute window of time that keeps repeating over and over and over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean that metaphorically, I'm not goin nuts-o or anything like that. Beeyotchez.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:38389</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Chatty Kathy's</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T04:37:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-15T04:37:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some people should just never talk during class time. Yet, these are the people who never shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why,O God, do you plague your children with such treacherous things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:37982</id>
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    <title>Reflecting On the Nature of Inconsistencies</title>
    <published>2006-10-23T05:10:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-23T05:10:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just noticed that my subject headings went from "Reflect&lt;i&gt;ing&lt;/i&gt; On the Nature of..." to "Reflect&lt;i&gt;ions&lt;/i&gt; On the Nature of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that has any deep, interesting psychological meaning.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:37647</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Greatest Injustice EVAR</title>
    <published>2006-10-19T03:38:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-19T03:42:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Grinding of My Teeth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Jeffery won Project Runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is truly a God-less nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a day that will live in infamy.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:37507</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Things That I Used to Care About But No Longer Do</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T03:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T03:20:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whilst in the midst of a hot misty shower I was doing abit of reflecting, as I usually do, when I came to notice that there are some things that used to reaaaaally bug me, but for one reason or another no longer have any effect whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Old friends who ALWAYS say they'll call/want to hang out but never really do. I hate, HATE the courtesy "Oh yeah, we should totally hang out soon, I miss you so much! Here's my number, call me (what's your number, I'll call you)!"&lt;br /&gt;LIES. Lies, trickery and deceit. All of it is more insincere than Britney Spears attempting to convince people that she can actually sing. &lt;br /&gt;PUH-Leez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends/acquaintences/family members dating total losers. SRSLY, it's annoying and it used to bug me to no end ,but now a smirk and snicker will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) People who overuse/abuse the internets. It...just...yeah. To each their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Gloaters. Who likes a gloater, I mean really. Do they acatually expect people to like them when they are already that in love with themselves? I have better things to do like watch leaves fall off of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) People who get WAY too into things that were never meant for anyone to get that into and stay that into it for a long ass time. Again, to each their own I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more but I can't remember all of them now. They came to me over the course of a couple of days. Anyhow, the afore mentioned list contains things that are still annoying however, they no longer cause me to slam on the breaks and say WTF man, WTF. I like this getting older business; mellowing out is pretty nice.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:37350</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Bible-Mobile</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T15:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T15:29:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell Phones?&lt;br /&gt;What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?&lt;br /&gt;What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?&lt;br /&gt;What if we flipped through it several times a day?&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it to receive messages from the text?&lt;br /&gt;What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?&lt;br /&gt;What if we gave it to kids as gifts?&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it as we traveled?&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it in case of an emergency?&lt;br /&gt;What if we upgraded it to get the latest version?&lt;br /&gt;This is something to make you go...hmmm..where is my Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our cell phone, we don't ever have to worry about our Bible&lt;br /&gt;being disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:37030</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Do-Rag Otherwise Known as the Bandana</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T23:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T00:07:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm wearing a red bandana in my hair as an accent piece with my boy-cut jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ma_de_mois_elle/pic/00002zhr/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ma_de_mois_elle/pic/00002zhr/s320x240" width="180" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:36705</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of Sense and Sensitivity</title>
    <published>2006-09-15T18:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-15T18:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have decided that the pepole with inflated egos are WAY too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so you are pretending to have a high opinion of yourself, good for you. If you do this long enough you might even begin to believe that you are as awesome as your pretend-self. Even better. Now, I ask of you,how is the rest of the world supposed to know about your little game of make-believe? Or buy into it? We don't know because it very much is YOUR little game of make-believe. YOU are teh greatest person evar in YOUR mind and that version of YOURself doesn't make it out into the "real"world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when one of us "real" people lets the hot air out of your balloon don't get mad at us, we didn't know that the air inside was special and sacred found in an exotic remote location that only you have been granted access to. Although some of us do really mean it when we burst your little bubble. And a few people find it to be a very satisfying feeling indeed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ma_de_mois_elle:36480</id>
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    <title>Reflection On the Nature of the Trend of Updating LJ by Only Writing In the Subject Line</title>
    <published>2006-09-05T04:48:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-05T04:48:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why?</content>
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