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  <title>eve just wanted to know shit.</title>
  <subtitle>samantha</subtitle>
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    <name>samantha</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-20T02:27:29Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:171003</id>
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    <title>books read in 2009</title>
    <published>2009-01-17T18:21:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-20T02:27:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Follow the River&lt;/u&gt; by James Alexander Thom / 406&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;World Without End&lt;/u&gt; by Ken Follett / 1014&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Bonk&lt;/u&gt; by Mary Roach / 319&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/u&gt; by Jeannette Walls / 288&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;The Metamorphosis&lt;/u&gt; by Franz Kafka and David Wyllie / 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;A Son of the Circus&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 633&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;The World According to Garp&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 609&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;Stiff&lt;/u&gt; by Mary Roach / 294&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;u&gt;Valley of the Dolls&lt;/u&gt; by Jacqueline Susann / 442&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;u&gt; Life of Pi&lt;/u&gt; by Yann Martel / 319&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;u&gt;Eating the Cheshire Cat&lt;/u&gt; by Helen Ellis / 288&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;u&gt;Wicked&lt;/u&gt; by Gregory Maguire / 409&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;u&gt;Bloodletting &amp; Miraculous Cures&lt;/u&gt; by Vincent Lam / 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;u&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/u&gt; by Charlotte Bronte / 452&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;u&gt;Poltergeist&lt;/u&gt; by James Kahn / 301&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;u&gt;Invisible Monsters&lt;/u&gt; by Chuck Palahniuk / 297&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;u&gt;Wide Sargasso Sea&lt;/u&gt; by Jean Rhys / 190&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;u&gt;On The Road&lt;/u&gt; by Jack Kerouac / 310&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;u&gt;A Poisoned Passion&lt;/u&gt; by Diane Fanning / 274&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;u&gt;Middlesex&lt;/u&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides / 529&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;u&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/u&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides / 249&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;u&gt;Brave New World&lt;/u&gt; by Aldous Huxley / 268&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;u&gt;Bastard Out of Carolina&lt;/u&gt; by Dorothy Allison / 309&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total pages: 8610</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:170278</id>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2007-09-21T14:45:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-21T18:28:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-21T18:28:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So here is what has been going on.  I was fired from my job at the bank at the end of July.  I guess I was too good at my job and too much of an asshole.  I regret not quitting when I should have.  I was very unhappy my last two months.  Oh well.  I still don't have a job.  This is hard.  I'm getting very discouraged by all this, but something is bound to happen.  I don't like being depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been home every day, I've been practicing my bass a lot.  I like to think that I am improving.  I am mad at myself for not practicing like this when I was sixteen and first started playing.  Man, I would be so freaking awesome right now if I had stuck to it back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go see &lt;a href="http://www.themenus.org" target="new"&gt;The Menus&lt;/a&gt; tonight.  The only time I leave the house now is to go out and see them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I've been up to.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:170080</id>
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    <title>turds</title>
    <published>2007-07-21T05:09:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-21T17:51:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is a true story about Mark Reedy who is the best boyfriend in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall, a pregnant stray cat made her home at my parents' house and then she had a bunch of baby kittens (which are in my videos, btw).  The stray cat mommy was hit by a car and killed, leaving all her orphan babies behind.  After giving away all they could, my parents were left with three kitties, Maggie, Diamond, and Jetta.  Maggie and Diamond got pregnant this spring and had babies, which are very adorable and have sharp claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day at lunch I go to my parents' house, since they live close to my work.  I'm going to lunch this afternoon, and as I am slowing down to pull into the driveway, I see a cat on the side of the road.  It's just instinct/habit to say Poor Kitty when I see a poor kitty like that.  Then I realized it was Maggie.  She was very much killed by a car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was distraught and alone, and so I called Mark.  He was in an appointment, so I had to call him back.  I talked to him before I had to leave to go back to work, and he said he would come out there.  He came over and got this poor cat out of the road because I couldn't.  And he never was an ass about going out there or that blahblah it's just a cat and it wasn't even my cat or any of that.  He knew I was sad and he did it for me without even asking him to do it.  And he gave me a lot of hugs when I came home, and that's why I love him so much.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-11-23T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-24T02:32:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-24T02:32:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To everyone who is currently engaged to be married, married with children, married without children, married with children on the way, or in school, graduating school, or going on to graduate school, or is hanging out with their best friends, just hung out with their best friends, or are on their way to hang out with their best friends, or if you are satisfied in the wonderful career you had picked out when you were little, I hope it all falls apart so then you will be as miserable as I am, and then I will have something to be pleased about.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:158713</id>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-08-11T10:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-11T14:03:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-11T14:03:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I have been neglecting this, but who really cares anyway.  I don't even read the friends page everyday because I only have two friends who ever update.  It's easier to go to their page than to find their entries admit all the community crap.  All I do on my computer nowadays is play sim city.  Oh well.  Not a lot has been happening anyway.  I got a new car two weeks ago.  It feels very zoomy compared to what I was driving.  I feel like I'm driving a gokart.  Work is fine.  Every day is just new bullshit, but I still love my job.  The banquet is coming up from me taking all those classes.  I'm getting three diplomas: general banking diploma, bank operations diploma, and the supervisor certificate.  But I don't think I'm going to the banquet because I don't want to sit by myself seeing as how I have zero friends at the bank.  Whatever.  Mark and I signed our lease for another year, and I love him so much.  I hope everyone is pleased to know that we haven't broken up or started hating eachother just because we moved in together two years ago.  He starts school on the 22nd, and I'm very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible nightmare last night that I went back to work at Waffle House.  All the same losers were still working there in my dream (also in real life they do), but they were so pleased I was back for some reason.  I was so horrible at it in my dream, probably because I even worse at being nice and customer service crap.  Forget that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:158124</id>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-06-25T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-26T02:36:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-26T02:36:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>david lee roth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I thought today would be a good day to get a suntan.  I've gone out a couple of times this summer, so I don't get why my back is so sunburnt.  It sucks.  My vacation is coming up in a few weeks.  Mark and I are just staying here but doint fun stuff with the money we had saved up.  Maybe we'll get to go on a real out of state vacation next year.  But one of the things we are doing is the Beach waterpark.  The bank got discounted tickets for one day, which happens to be the last day of my vacation.  Which is neat, though I'm not looking forward to it that much.  Ever since I came back from Myrtle Beach last summer, I kind of quit exercising.  I've lost the weight I gained over the winter, but I'm still not satisfied with my body.  I know how it could be, and that's why I'm not happy.  Mark is going to be my trainer for the next three weeks to get me toned up before I have to be in a bathing suit in front of everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think back to when I was in high school and how skinny I was sixteen.  I was a size 3 and I weight like 105 my junior year.  And then I think back to how depressed I was and how I would starve myself, and all the other self-destructive behaviors I practiced.  So I'm glad to be fat and happy, and old.  I would never want to be sixteen again.  Fuuuck that.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-06-13T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T03:14:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-14T03:15:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started a quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahhahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so domestic.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-05-13T13:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-13T17:48:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-13T17:48:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>paul simon - 50 ways..</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't ever feel like writing in here because nothing new happens.  My dad is coming home tomorrow.  He's been gone forever.  I have my final exam in my bunk economics class on Monday.  I am doing very bad in that class.  The instructor is so stupid and the questions are so rediculous and they don't teach anymore and his grading is so dumb and I hope I don't fail so I have to pay for the class.  I hate that class.  Economics sucks bad.  I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervision class is going okay, though.  It's the same instructor I had for marketing.  So he knows I'm lazy and shouldn't expect anything from me.  Heh.  He did say that my perserverance in these classes will pay off at work eventually.  So that's what I'm hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 21 two weeks ago, and last Monday, I went to Kroger to buy some alcoholic beverages because I can.  The cashier who looked older than me apparently wasn't old enough to scan alcohol.  So he called for assistance.  Like four people came over, and this one boy wanted to do it.  I also thought he was older than me, but he just turned eighteen.  Since he just had his birthday, it was his first time to scan alcohol.  They were all excited for him and having a good old time, and nobody carded me.  I don't look like I should be twenty-one; people at work thought I was turning eighteen or nineteen.  It's a good thing I'm honest and didn't try to buy anything until I was old enough.  I hope that kid knows next time that he needs to card people.  So last night I bought some beer for Mark on the way home from work, and I was carded.  I paid $24 for a new ID and I'd like to get some use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I really like Paul Simon.  And that's about it.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-04-01T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-02T02:27:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-02T02:39:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dio - rainbow in the dark</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So another Saturday night at the ole apartment by myself.  I have been feeling very depressed all day, after getting drunk last night by myself on the internet.  Mark is at a party with his friends, and all day I was saying, hey I'll go pick you up if you need a ride home.  He said he would be okay, but I am still hoping he'll call so maybe I'll be asked to come inside a real party.  I felt like slashing my wrists open, but instead I did my laundry.  So this is my exciting life.  I'm too bored to read.  I finished ten books in March, which is nuts because I spent a whole week doing nothing but studying for exams.  I should have studied harder because I didn't do as well as I was hoping.  I just tried to buy a bass guitar, but my credit card was declined for some reason.  Suck.  So I used a different one.  I hope I get it before next Saturday at home.  I'd like to build up calluses on my fingertips again.  I don't feel like looking up stuff for my vacation, because I'm probably not going.  Mark has contributed nothing to the vacation fund, which pisses me off.  I said I'd go without him, but I wouldn't be able to do that.  I'd just stay at home and cry.  Nothing different.  Whatever.</content>
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    <title>hahahaa</title>
    <published>2006-03-30T01:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-30T01:45:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the most ridiculous email i have gotten in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Break the leg of a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enlargeable faint blizzard patton daffy nautical inexperience molten &lt;br /&gt;champagne fleece testicular spikenard fillet chambers hawkins inhabit &lt;br /&gt;purr milestone reinstate opprobrium mystic cetus compromise neff alveolar &lt;br /&gt;scientific wealth marsha revolutionary cafe vanilla valet debility &lt;br /&gt;seventy bach modish choral affectation ramify corcoran avocation prophetic &lt;br /&gt;brandywine manumission videotape recitative extremum pack christensen &lt;br /&gt;soma drool side boutique lafayette bolt convey baptistery reportorial &lt;br /&gt;chicken slog piquant skimpy confrere celluloid turtleback contour &lt;br /&gt;minesweeper plexiglas pin mollify arginine dutch lunar critter&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..let's spam people with the most random words ever and see what happens.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-03-21T10:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-21T15:12:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-21T15:12:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have a new hobby.  I learned how to play the keyboard.  I discovered the magic of chords, and now I can play all sorts of fun songs.  Who doesn't love the family guy theme somg?  And since nobody I actually know can play piano or anything, I look like some kind of superstar.  If only I'd use all this time dicking around on the keyboard to study.  I have two exams this week; a final in marketing and a midterm in economics.  I hope I do better than I did last time.  Then my supervision class starts April 26th, so horray.  I get my fancy diplomas in the fall, and hopefully a big fat raise for all this work.  Oh well.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-03-09T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-10T04:07:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-10T04:07:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think &lt;u&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/u&gt; is my favorite book.  I loved it.  Man.  That's all I have to say.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-02-27T20:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-28T01:10:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-28T01:10:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the apprentice comes on tonight!!!  horray!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:153003</id>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-02-12T20:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-13T01:28:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-13T02:18:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tesla - love song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mark and I went out today and saw The Pink Panther (fwance!) with about a million little kids spilling popcorn and sodas all over the floor.  It was a funny movie.  I liked it.  We went out to eat, and to the store, and he is the funniest person I know.  He makes me laugh more than anyone I've ever met in my entire life, and I love him so much.  He is going to the ear doctor tomorrow, and I hope he doesn't have to have surgery.  I will be devastated if he has to stay overnight in the hospital.  The bed will seem so empty without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to still do my marketing homework, and I do not want to do it.  These classes are so dumb, and I hate it.  But it's better than doing nothing, I guess.  Sorry I don't have anything exciting to write about, but nothing exciting happens to me.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-02-02T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-03T03:51:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-03T03:51:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>captain &amp; tennille - lonely night</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't really have much to write about.  As part of my goal to get better grades, I finished all my homework by Tuesday.  I usually wait twenty minutes before it's due, but not anymore!  I worked out too hard the other day, and I'm so sore.  I didn't know I had this many muscles.  My boyfriend is a really great kisser.  He's such a tease, though.  I love it when he'll dance with me.  It's like Master P is in my bedroom.  I'm currently reading The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood.  She is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors.  Work is work.  Nothing new there.  Things are fine.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:doctorbones:151567</id>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-01-27T11:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-27T16:27:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-27T16:27:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like I failed my tests.  There were all these questions I have never even heard of.  I'm so stupid.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-01-23T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T00:48:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T00:48:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's more proof that I have road rage.  Or I am just mean.  I'm coming home from work, going the speed limit and there's a van in front of me going the speed limit.  This car is on my ass so bad, and it's pissing me off something fierce.  I'm going as fast as I can.  So this crazy motherfucker decides he's going to try to pass me as we're going up a hill.  Me, being a jerk, decides to speed up as much as I can so he is unable to pass.  Hahahaa.  I was hoping that a car was coming the other way.  So this guy drives a faster car than I do, and was able to pass me.  Now it's the van's turn.  This idiot passes this van, on a turn, with oncoming traffic.  He should have just stayed where he was, because I ended up right behind him at the light.  He did everything wrong from driver's ed, and he didn't get anywhere faster.  Dumbass.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-01-15T02:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T06:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T06:54:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm spending my Saturday night like any other.  Solitaire requires more concentration when you're drunk.  And "Love The One You're With" is a much more entertaining song when you're sauced up.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-01-03T23:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T04:16:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-04T04:16:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick.  I left the house for the first time in months to go hang out with people, and I get a horrible cold.  My sinuses hurt so bad and my throat hurts so bad and I hurt real bad everywhere and I want to go sleep forever.  Wah wah cry about it.  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="355" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" name="qgtable2"&gt;
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&lt;td align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=72"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;Please note that we aren't, nor do we claim to be, psychologists.  This quiz is for fun and entertainment only.  Try not to freak out about your results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did this happen?</content>
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    <title>books read in 2006</title>
    <published>2006-01-03T14:57:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T21:19:27Z</updated>
    <category term="books"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Mad Girls in Love&lt;/u&gt; by Michael Lee West / 528&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;Predator&lt;/u&gt; by Patricia Cornwell / 325&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u&gt;Until I Find You&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 822&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;u&gt;The Chili Queen&lt;/u&gt; by Sandra Dallas / 292&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;u&gt;Good Grief&lt;/u&gt; by Lolly Winston / 342&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;u&gt;The Camel Club&lt;/u&gt; by David Baldacci / 435&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;u&gt;Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil&lt;/u&gt; by John Berendt / 386&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;u&gt;Rules of Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 353&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;u&gt;The Handmaid's Tale&lt;/u&gt; by Margaret Atwood / 378&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;u&gt;Death du Jour&lt;/u&gt; by Kathy Reichs / 379&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;u&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time&lt;/u&gt; by Mark Haddon / 226&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;u&gt;Odd Thomas&lt;/u&gt; by Dean Koontz / 399&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;u&gt;Geek Love&lt;/u&gt; by Katherine Dunn / 355&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;u&gt;Welcome to the World, Baby Girl!&lt;/u&gt; by Fannie Flagg / 481&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;u&gt;Naked Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 359&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;u&gt;Beginner's Luck&lt;/u&gt; by Laura Pederson / 336&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;u&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/u&gt; by Yann Martel / 319&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;u&gt;Forever Odd&lt;/u&gt; by Dean Koontz / 300&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;u&gt;Along Came a Spider&lt;/u&gt; by James Patterson / 502&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;u&gt;Middlesex&lt;/u&gt; by Jeffery Eugenides / 529&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;u&gt;Suspect&lt;/u&gt; by Michael Robotham / 360&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;u&gt;A Long Way Down&lt;/u&gt; by Nick Hornby / 333&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;u&gt;The Annunciation of Francesca Dunn&lt;/u&gt; by Janis Hallowell / 310&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;u&gt;Cruddy&lt;/u&gt; by Lynda Barry / 305&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;u&gt;Little Children&lt;/u&gt; by Tom Perrotta / 355&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;u&gt;Shadow Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 342&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;u&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;/u&gt; by Ken Kesey / 272&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;u&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/u&gt; by Harper Lee / 284&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;u&gt;The Pillars of the Earth&lt;/u&gt; by Ken Follett / 983&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;u&gt;Eyes of Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 358&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;u&gt;Silent Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 358&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;u&gt;The Deep Blue Alibi&lt;/u&gt; by Paul Levine / 467&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;u&gt;Winter Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 343&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;u&gt;Night Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 384&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;u&gt;Sudden Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 374&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;u&gt;Joe College&lt;/u&gt; by Tom Perrotta / 306&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;u&gt;A Confederacy of Dunces&lt;/u&gt; by John Kennedy Toole / 462&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;u&gt;Prep&lt;/u&gt; by Curtis Sittenfeld / 403&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;u&gt;Eating the Cheshire Cat&lt;/u&gt; by Helen Ellis / 288&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;u&gt;Mind Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 354&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;u&gt;Secret Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 384&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;u&gt;Girl, Interrupted&lt;/u&gt; by Susanna Kaysen / 168&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;u&gt;The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio&lt;/u&gt; by Terry Ryan / 346&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;u&gt;Certain Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 368&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;u&gt;Easy Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 387&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;u&gt;Chosen Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 383&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;u&gt;Mortal Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 387&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;u&gt;Hidden Prey&lt;/u&gt; by John Sandford / 393&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;u&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/u&gt; by Jeffrey Eugenides / 249&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;u&gt;The Bean Trees&lt;/u&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver / 312&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;u&gt;Julie of the Wolves&lt;/u&gt; by Jean Craighead George / 170&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;u&gt;Julie&lt;/u&gt; by Jean Craighead George / 226&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;u&gt;Julie's Wolf Pack&lt;/u&gt; by Jean Craighead George / 192&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;u&gt;The Rosary Girls&lt;/u&gt; by Richard Montanari / 407&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;u&gt;At Risk&lt;/u&gt; by Patricia Cornwell / 212&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;u&gt;Heart's Desire&lt;/u&gt; by Laura Pedersen / 376&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;u&gt;Can't Wait to Get to Heaven&lt;/u&gt; by Fannie Flagg / 359&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;u&gt;Kiss the Girls&lt;/u&gt; by James Patterson / 458&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;u&gt;72 Hour Hold&lt;/u&gt; by Bebe Moore Campbell / 319&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;u&gt;The History of Love&lt;/u&gt; by Nicole Krauss / 252&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;u&gt;Pure&lt;/u&gt; by Rebbecca Ray / 404&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;u&gt;In the Image&lt;/u&gt; by Dara Horn / 280&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;u&gt;Namedropper&lt;/u&gt; by Emma Forrest / 239&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;u&gt;She's Come Undone&lt;/u&gt; by Wally Lamb / 465&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;u&gt;I Know This Much Is True&lt;/u&gt; by Wally Lamb / 897&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;u&gt;Crazy In Alabama&lt;/u&gt; by Mark Childress / 383&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;u&gt;Coming Out&lt;/u&gt; by Danielle Steel / 195&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;u&gt;A Prayer For Owen Meany&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 617&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;u&gt;White Rabbit&lt;/u&gt; by Kate Phillips / 212&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;u&gt;The Cider House Rules&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 598&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;u&gt;The World According to Garp&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 609&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;u&gt;The Rule of Four&lt;/u&gt; by Ian Caldwell &amp; Dustin Thomason / 370&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;u&gt;A Separate Peace&lt;/u&gt; by John Knowles / 196&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;u&gt;The Water-Method Man&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 381&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;u&gt;White Oleander&lt;/u&gt; by Janet Fitch / 390&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;u&gt;'Salem's Lot&lt;/u&gt; by Stephen King / 594&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;u&gt;The Fourth Hand&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 313&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;u&gt;The Godfather&lt;/u&gt; by Mario Puzo / 406&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;u&gt;Griffin &amp; Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence&lt;/u&gt; by Nick Bantock / 48&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;u&gt;Night Shift&lt;/u&gt; by Stephen King / 326&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;u&gt;The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon&lt;/u&gt; by Stephen King / 224&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;u&gt;Sabine's Notebook&lt;/u&gt; by Nick Bantock / 48&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;u&gt;The Hotel New Hampshire&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 419&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;u&gt;Last Things&lt;/u&gt; by Jenny Offill / 264&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;u&gt;A Widow for One Year&lt;/u&gt; by John Irving / 537&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;u&gt;Empire Falls&lt;/u&gt; by Richard Russo / 483&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;u&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/u&gt; by William Goldman / 255&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;u&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/u&gt; by Sara Gruen / 325&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;u&gt;Island of the Blue Dolphins&lt;/u&gt; by Scott O'Dell / 189&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;u&gt;Brother Odd&lt;/u&gt; by Dean Koontz / 364&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;u&gt;Silent Night&lt;/u&gt; by R.L. Stine / 216&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;u&gt;Silent Night 2&lt;/u&gt; by R.L. Stine / 196&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total pages: 33,348</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2006-01-02T13:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-02T18:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-02T18:20:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>night ranger - when you close your eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here's the meme where you put the first sentence of the first entry of every month for last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Things are going good.&lt;br /&gt;February: Mark got invited to a party on Saturday, and asked me to go as his date.&lt;br /&gt;March: I really hate it when people go throught U-Scan lines with a million things in their cart.&lt;br /&gt;April: I usually spend the weekend by myself watching movies on demand.&lt;br /&gt;May: Toni said she'd help me sell some stuff on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;June: I went swimsuit shopping last night.&lt;br /&gt;July: Last night was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;August: My special mind powers have finally been used for good (really evil). &lt;br /&gt;September: It seems a Zen master was out walking one day when he met with a fearsome tiger. &lt;br /&gt;October: Hey, I got $25.00 today for having perfect attendance at work this summer! Neat-o!&lt;br /&gt;November: Today was two and a half YEARS!! with Mark.&lt;br /&gt;December: So, I had a vacation day yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts so bad.  I hope it's not the beginning of strep throat because I do not want to go to the doctor.  And I have today off, so I don't want to waste it being sick.  I love it when Mark sings like Louie Armstrong.  Hahahaa.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2005-12-29T20:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T01:34:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-30T01:34:44Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So I get home from work, and immediately my mom calls.  She tells me Toni got in an accident.  Shit.  She had asked me to go up to the mall with her, but since I don't get home until 8, and it closes at 9, that would be  dumb.  So she was going to the mall by herself, and on Pennyroyal Road, the stupidest road ever, and it's rainy out, she drives like a maniac, and she was on her cell phone, and she rolled her car.  She's okay, at first glance, I guess.  She's at the hospital right now, and my mom said she'd call me later.  This is dumb. Kiddos, when you're on a windy road and it's been raining and it's dark and your cellphone rings, let it ring and drive slow.  She should have just stayed home tonight.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2005-12-26T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-26T23:56:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-26T23:56:04Z</updated>
    <category term="mark"/>
    <lj:music>frankie lymon - why do fools fall in love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mark is better.  I guess it was some 24 hour thing because he's back to being a turd.  I think his grandma is trying hard to domesticate me.  She got me a waffle iron and pot holders.  Hahahhahaa.  I wanted the waffle iron, and I just used it, it fact.  Waffles are fucking great.  So yeah.  I don't want to go back to work tomorrow.  That's all.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2005-12-25T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T19:38:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T19:38:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So it's Christmas.  And Mark is very ill.  I went out this morning to buy him some gatorade and popsicles, and almost got in four accidents in the stinking parking lot of Walgreens.  Man.  People are idiotas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark got me a ring, but it doesn't fit.  I'll have to get it resized after payday, I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously don't have anything to write about.  I spent last night playing solitaire and listing to oldies.  It was tons of fun.</content>
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    <title>doctorbones @ 2005-12-14T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-15T04:33:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-15T04:34:43Z</updated>
    <category term="strippers"/>
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    <content type="html">So, I went to a male revue tonight..&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, quite possibly, the most horrible night of my life.  It is so not my thing.  I was so uncomfortable, and I didn't like it at all.  Especially when Chocolate Thunder (omg) gave me a lap dance that I had refused, and there was no way I was going to pay him.  I wanted to burst into tears.  I just wanted to come home and be with my honey and not be there anymore.  Maybe if I was crazy drunk like everyone else it would have been different.I didn't like it at all.  I didn't like being touched at all, and I think some of the things they were doing to women was completely inappropriate.  And they all stuffed their underpants.  But what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni and Jessica liked it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sampanda.com/mr1.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sampanda.com/mr2.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sampanda.com/mr3.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's chocolate thunder and toni having an aneurysm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sampanda.com/mr4.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god.</content>
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