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  <title>welcOme...</title>
  <subtitle>tO my silly ObsessiOn</subtitle>
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    <name>J diamOnd*</name>
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  <updated>2006-06-28T02:32:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babygirl_49:35629</id>
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    <title>wow um yah</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T02:18:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T02:18:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>afi-miss murder</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yeah so its been since thanksgiving since ive updated this thing, and way too much has gone on in my life since then. lets see... umm yeah i never did try and fix things with anthony i basicly stayed with Thomas until Lori came into the picture again. we still do our thing though... school finished, i passed all of my classes, we moved back into my house, finally. um i met a boy. hes already come and gone. not really worth mentioning. what else? umm yeah im in new york right now. summer is kicking ass so far.  we go back to miami tomorrow, and then im staying until the fourth of july. nothing too exciting happening although im going to try and keep up with this thing again. hmm... well &amp;hearts;, peace and happyness to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-j</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babygirl_49:35554</id>
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    <title>babygirl_49 @ 2006-02-09T08:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T12:53:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-09T12:53:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;center&gt;wow, so yeah i havent updated this thing in forever... i just remebered ive had it... so much as gone on... im too tired to even write it all... hey atleast i updated.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babygirl_49:31742</id>
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    <title>fuck a nigga let em kno hes fuckin wit a raw bitch</title>
    <published>2005-07-01T16:58:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T02:27:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>usher- confessions</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You're a fucking cokin'slut and I hope you fucking die&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye&lt;br /&gt;I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I still love you its not that I want you back&lt;br /&gt;It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna gag&lt;br /&gt;But what else can I do I havent gotta clue&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__* Im sucha little girl riight??? so its ok for me to be immature.. right? exactly! well all that shit from the previous entry is (say it with me) &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;BULLSHIT!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; good!!! well let me honest... i dont love him, nor do i miss him. i was thinking about him and thats that. but it doesnt make any sence for me to think about something from my past that has nothing to do with my future. all he did for me, was keep me happy. at his expence... people didnt talk shit about me, i never once looked bad, haha he laced us... we robbed him for hundreds of dollars, but at the same time... we didnt have to because he handed it to us. like a chump. he wasnt a gangsta from the hood... he was a white boy who didnt have shiit. the shit that was said about him is hilarious, priceless, harsh and mean...but funny. hes laughing because he thought he played me for a fool. im laughing because everyone knows he &lt;b&gt;is the fool...&lt;/b&gt; we put that nigga ouuta business. hes just a kid, who i know can do so much better then what hes doin. but he chooses not to. so that in reality makes him sad, makes him a &lt;b&gt;joke... &lt;big&gt;a wanna be gangsta with the well known hood rat's little sister...&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  jesus... what a dumb mother fucker. if he only knew, how easily i could fuck him over... he would be on his knees for me. he wants to think he can spit rhymes... turn tables... that nigga aint got a damn thing to say in his freestyles cept... " i loved her for 8 years i shed about 8 tears.." nigga please.... that aint somethin u rap about!!! your a joke!!! dj-dirty aint makin ne money eaither... all of his little fuckin dirty secrets i know... his deepest fears, his worst crimes, the best thing that has ever happened to him and also the worst... i know it all. he once told me that i'd never leave hollywood... that id get addicted to it... that once i walk in, id never go home, that there i'd feel alive. bullshit mother fuckaaa i got the power now. hollywood dont control me. summa o5' imma run that shit. on the real. i go to hollywood not to feel alive, but to make everyone in hollywood feel alive. to let them know i got balls... to go back with my head held high and my middle finger in the air... screaming &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK YOU ALL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babygirl_49:31438</id>
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    <title>my heart is breaking all over again</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T16:31:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T02:29:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>xXplosive- Dr. Dre</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;"cuz i hate you. do you hate me? good cuz' your so fuckin beautiful when your angry."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__* they say that music and your sence of smell is what triggers memories the most... right now I'm thinking about the first day i met him... about the time he was with justina in her car... and then we were at the docks... i remember lookin at him with her and i was like damn, why is he with her??? but then i remember really meeting him... on his front porch... with megan and e... thinkin damn hes fine. thinking about the time we heard the rain comming, and we all jumped into the truck... all 6 of us crammed in the truck, me sitting on his lap... feeling his heart beat... feeling his fingers playing with my bellybutton ring... and afterwards going to the beach... sitting in the back seat of the car with his arm around me, i remember perfectly... i grabbed the bacardi razz bottle out from between his legs and drank it... we went to the beach and sat on the life gard station and had our first real conversation there... (and thats also the place where we ended up making love for the last night that summer...) he let me spark the blunt... im thinking about our first kiss, we were wrestling, and he ended up on top of me, tickling me, and i kissed him, and ended up straddling him... big mike walked in on us... im thinkin about the first time we made love, him with his white and baby blue shirts, in the car.. in front of the lake... i was wearing the white shorts and piink o4' shirt... i leaned back and honked the horn twice... went back to his house afterwards... then home... with crazy emotions in my head and heart. the next night i spent the night with him. so much happened throughout the summer... but it all started once megan got there... everyone knew that one night that i was going to just break down... everyone was feeding me bars, everyone bought me a bottle that night. for real... grey goose, skyy blue, barcardi razz.. walkin up to megan fucked up... "megoz!! here!" a blunt, two bars, and a cup, straight up vodka... that night my heart hurt. i remember hazaboo... "i was more his boo then anyone else..." summer o4... dammn. i remember it all...  even after the summer, all up until valentines day 05' that nigga laced us... he kept us all happy, and i was young and in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;in every qirl's life there is a boy she'll never forqet&lt;br /&gt;  and a summer where it all beqan.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; o5'lets see how it will go down this year &amp;hearts; &lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:babygirl_49:28192</id>
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    <title>pictures!</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T21:06:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T02:32:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bubble pop electric**</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0672.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0674.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ants retaner; i was holding it while he ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0675.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hes a mermaid trying to hear the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0684.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chillin in the BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0686.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sexyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0693.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my HOT NEW PURSE AND SEXY CELLY; dont u love my goodies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0711.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/meg0z_79/101_0764.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr baby grr*</content>
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    <title>wao...</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T20:27:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T19:59:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>megan singing to me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="+4"&gt;FriendsOnly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;bitches you know you love me&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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