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    <title>My Blog</title>
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      <title>Hendrix</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;Welcome to earth, little friend.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 21:57:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-10-11T21:57:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>?</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;One year ago today, my dad died.&#xD;
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When i was little he used to ask me "Where were you before you're on earth? Floating around the stars?"&#xD;
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Is that where you are now, dad? Floating around the stars?&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:21:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-09-22T10:21:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>pain</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;I was in a lot of pain last night. My lower back, and my pelvis. I had to sleep kind of sitting up with my upper body twisted to the side over the edge of the couch. I slept like that for a while, then of course i woke up with my neck aching and my fingers asleep. I tried to lay back down on my side and sleep but i woke up in immense pain again. The pain was so bad, in my half awake dream world i wondered if had accidentally given birth in my sleep. No, i didnt.&#xD;
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Even with the lack of continuous sleep i managed to have this dream:&#xD;
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I was in California, eating in a diner with about 4 or 5 other girls. We were talking and laughing, and i had my sketch book and was drawing before our food came out. One of the girls seemed to be my best friend, or my closest friend out of this group anyway. I talked to her the most. She had short black hair and big eyes.&#xD;
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We ate, and went back to the main girl's house. They all started changing into bright colorful outfits and doing their hair. I asked my "best friend" where we were going now and she told me they were going to a club and i wasn't invited because i don't drink. &#xD;
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So i looked for my sketch book and decided to go back to the diner and have a strawberry shake and wait for them to get back. I wished alcohol didn't exist... or that it was really expensive and only certain people drank it. &#xD;
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Now i want a strawberry shake.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 22:08:33 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-09-14T22:08:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>belly dance...of sorts</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/d9737f2f-772d-4f26-9203-b097b8783243</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;Hendrix moving in my tummy..... first of many videos to come, now that i know how to edit them.&#xD;
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxAXQm91W7E&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 03:18:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-31T03:18:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>GAH!</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/d4dfc9cb-8999-41cf-89bf-8fc75fe49221</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;My friend and I were discussing what my ultimate nightmare as a parent would be. That is ofcourse, if my son turned out to be a conservative republican. : O THE HORROR!! I think it would go something like this:&#xD;
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*family is eating dinner and Popeye's*&#xD;
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Hendrix: "Mom, there's something i've been meaning to tell you."&#xD;
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Me: "Yes? What is it?"&#xD;
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Hendrix: "Well... don't freak out though. Promise you won't be too mad."&#xD;
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Me: "Uh... okay...."&#xD;
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Hendrix: "Mom.... I'm a republican."&#xD;
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Me: *big sigh..... leans back* ...............Are you sure?&#xD;
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Hendrix: "Yes, i've known my whole life."&#xD;
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Me: "How do you know?"&#xD;
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Hendrix: "MOM. It's obvious. I've always been this way. I started playing golf when i was 7..."&#xD;
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Me: "Have you told your father? This is going to kill your father."&#xD;
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Hendrix: "Not yet. I was hoping you would tell him."&#xD;
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Me: ...."Maybe we could get you help? You know? Maybe go to a therapist..."&#xD;
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Hendrix: "It's not a disease!" *storms out to BMW and speeds off*&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 07:56:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-18T07:56:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>where did she go...</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/be1dc4f8-b31a-4f9e-9890-4fe31b608879</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen her in at least a month. We used to see each other every day.... we were so close. &#xD;
I know she's still there but i just can't touch her. Last i saw her she just wasn't herself. There's no one to take care of her anymore so she doesn't look as nice as she used to.&#xD;
I can't wait for the day when we can be friends again.&#xD;
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I'm talking of course, about my vagina. I know she's down there somewhere....&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 08:18:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-13T08:18:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>baby dance</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/43e51b84-f465-477c-8697-019146c85097</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;My little one moves a lot these days. Right now he's break dancing... i think. My tummy looks like someone trapped a frog in a burlap bag. haha&#xD;
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...but then the moment i grab the camera to take a video he stops. defiant little fucker.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 04:16:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-07-25T04:16:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>"I'm saving all my lovin for someone who's lovin me..."</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;A cheesy old song, yes. But it sure does make me feel strong in times like these. At first, i listened to it and thought, yeah. Someone who's loving me. I wonder who that will be, picturing another man. But now i no longer look at it like that. That someone who's lovin me is my child. I was so sad, so depressed, so alone. I would sit and look down at my belly and cry and appologize in my head for the hard knock life this baby is about to be born into. &#xD;
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Not any more. I refuse to bring my child into a world of negativity. I've been feeling it move for some time now, but two days ago i SAW it move. I felt as if a tiny body was shooting from my left side to my right and i saw that movement from the outside as well. I put my hand on my belly and smiled, i now think happy thoughts. &#xD;
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I love you, your grandmother loves you, and somewhere out there your grandfather really loves you and will help keep you safe like he did for me. And i promise, i will find a father to love you... and me both.&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:40:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-06-11T12:40:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>sad</title>
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      <description>&lt;a href="http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/3cb1a008-431b-46e1-b67a-0a68826556bb"&gt;  						          &lt;img class=" picThumb" src="http://images.tribe.net/tribe/upload/photo/6c1/8bb/6c18bbc8-8c04-4d8f-a5c0-9e19e77f01e9.thumb" width="65" height="76" alt="" /&gt;
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										&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 06:49:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-27T06:49:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>...</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/29de06e8-2a20-4aa3-89da-63531576d5bb</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;I have met good people, and have lots of support. ......Support which is much needed right now. I appreciate it all. &#xD;
&#xD;
I'll miss you though....... &#xD;
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being pregnant is a lot of work, and painful at times, but most of all very.....very.....lonely.&#xD;
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i got a perm.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 08:07:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-05-23T08:07:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>hermit crab</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/34005e60-e03f-4f47-ac00-0b6f84ff271c</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;i can't even take care of myself.&#xD;
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what am i going to do&#xD;
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i don't know who i am anymore.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 00:04:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-04-21T00:04:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>oh no</title>
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      <description>&lt;div&gt;how quickly life changes.&#xD;
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i can not put this in any other place so i am writing it here.....where no one will read it.... i just must say SOMETHING.&#xD;
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i have a big...big secret. i cannot tell anyone, not even my mother.&#xD;
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who would ever think this would happen to me, not me of course. and i can't get rid of it, i just cant.&#xD;
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i don't even think of it as bad............. just different...............just unexpected.&#xD;
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a new life to come.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 06:56:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-02T06:56:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>art for sale</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/28732345-d804-40e7-af82-b9b1b9ad44b9</link>
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										&lt;div&gt;There are a few more here: http://blog.myspace.com/mirsdesigns&#xD;
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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 12:45:50 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-20T12:45:50Z</dc:date>
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      <title>#1</title>
      <link>http://people.tribe.net/5ece303d-f945-46c7-8fac-77e7a05f5c88/blog/1f8f8b18-f223-4bfb-a3de-dfca5bb69603</link>
      <description>&lt;div&gt;It has just occured to me that i've never posted a blog here. &#xD;
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....i suppose if i'm going to have friends on tribe i should say some shit.&#xD;
life is good&#xD;
opey is dirty&#xD;
the baby hamsters are adorable. they sleep in my hand, DDOOWWWW!!!&#xD;
might work at Victoria's Secret&#xD;
taking classes before Brazil&#xD;
found my long lost blonde friend danielle from nebraska!&#xD;
eddie is good&#xD;
taking my SG set next week&#xD;
&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 05:45:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Mir</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-13T05:45:59Z</dc:date>
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