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  <title>Dangerous and Sexy</title>
  <subtitle>...you know you want some...</subtitle>
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    <title>han_nai_tenshu @ 2005-12-24T03:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T03:45:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T03:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well it seems that I'm being called in for my first photoshoot a day before Christmas Eve. The only person who I got a present from besides flowers was TenTen. Very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; nice katana. Perhaps I can get a picture up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short notice but I will be gone until the 28th with this photoshoot all. I wont be around for Christmas... I might pop on sometime tomorrow just to see people. The luxuries of having a laptop neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke... if you want... you can call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;551-2269 is my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Edit:]&lt;/b&gt; BTW Im out of the damn hospital and it turns out I dont need phyiscal therapy but once a week and I dont even have to wear bandages or the damn sling anymore. Hmm... Ja</content>
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    <title>morpine</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T16:49:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T16:49:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">typing with only one hand really blows... as do many other things.... well so.... the nurse says im on morphine.... i dont believe her... i still feel the damned stinging in my arm.... but i do feel something else.... and woo.... let me tell you this is the most truthful i have ever been with anyone. so... to keep on my tangent i have something to say about everyone who i have had fights with lately... or who i have slept with.... mhmmm mhmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana... you have been to see me alot. why? i have no fucking clue, but let me tell you something.......... first i gotta remember what it was......... dammit......  oh! i did not ask for oral sex.... no matter what you say that i said.... im on drugs... thats not fair....... i dont even remember getting head. you suck.... but thanks i guess for letting me borrow your computer thing..... thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisame.... where the fuck are you? why arent you here yet... you are supposed to be a bodyguard right? these nurse keep staring at me funny because they are makin me wear these fucking paper cinderella gown things. i was thinking that maybe we should start acting more like a gang instead of a frat... lets go shoot some bitches up or somethin... i feel like a thug with this damned bullet wound.... we will hunt down that mother fucker that shot me.... rock on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinata.... i dont care what those mother fuckers say to you... you are awesome......... if you dont wanna play dress up house dolly shit... then dont be a desperate house wife.... go do something that people wouldnt think you would do... like go shoot someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten.... i dont really care what i say right now because i can blame it on drugs.... but i never meant to hurt you... accidents happen... you learn to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasuke.... im your fucking older brother and you haven't come to see me yet... you prick.... i dont care how busy you are you little emo twit. i'll be here for like two fuckin weeks and if i dont see your ass at least once....... well i dont know what i will do yet.... but you wont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deidara...... ................ .................................. ............... . .............. .................. .......................................... .................... ....... umm im sorry. dunno what else to say.... forgive me..... i think this giant gaping hole in my shoulder is a nice enough sign from the powers that be that....... yeah.... i fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naruto.... take a damn pill.... and beat my brother into submission and drag his ass over here or something.... be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakura.... i still dont like you......... but for once.... i have nothing to really say..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay... this lady with her boobies hanging out of her uniform just came in and told me she is gonna give me more morphine.... i dont like her.... she looks more like a stripper than a nurse.... she is kinda creepy for how she looks at me. im not food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drugs... woo</content>
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    <title>Downtown</title>
    <published>2005-12-10T06:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-10T07:01:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So... I made it downtown in one piece, my motorcycle being all nice and worn out from me driving all over the fucking place to try and clear my mind. If anyone has never been to the Feul. Go there.... they have good cake.... good beverages.... good alcohol.... and internet. Its seven dollars an hour, but it's still internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without going emo like some bitches... alot of shit happened today. Alot of shit I am very sorry for... but I can't change the past. Hopefully one day my sins will be forgiven, but until that day I suppose I am destined to be rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm glad I'm leaving soon... that I will be able to get away from it all. Good bye Konoha and hello rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl from the agency finally called me back on the final confirmation. After I went in for the interview awhile back... and I had the small head shot thing set up... I got a call from her saying that there is a jeans line that wants me in the next few ads for like a bajillion magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so I will be able to run away from it all. Deidara wont have to see me. TenTen wont have to see me. Sakura wont have to see me (which I bet just makes her all warm inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only people I will whole heartedly miss... is Kisame, and Hinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go get wasted... maybe if I am lucky... the bottle will break over my wrist or something. O_O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are gun shots! Fucking gun shots were fired outside! Fuck. ahhhhhhhh shit. ouch.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llllllmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmllllllllll dddddddwq ....... &lt;font size="1"&gt;shot... ...... blood....&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>And it happens again... I've lost everything, except redemption</title>
    <published>2005-12-10T00:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-10T00:37:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidara into the frat house knocking snow off his boots. He loved the snow, but just didn't like the cold that came with it. Setting down the plastic grocery bags he was carrying in his right hand, he shook off his trench coat. Kami he would be glad once he got rid of this sling. It was fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi heard the front door close, his bedroom door was wide open and since he was doing nothing but farting around on the computer... he got up and poked his head around the door frame. He narrowed his eyes, he had told Deidara to give him a call when he got back from the store. The gimp would have trouble carrying in all the groceries on his own with only one good arm. He left his room and stood at the top of the stairwell, looking down towards the blonde. "Short term memory loss Dei?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara looked up the stairs at Itachi and glares at him.  "Bite me!  I forgot my cell phone yeah."  He hangs up his coat and picks up the bags on the floor.  "There are still some bags in my car.  Don't let me stop you from getting them yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Itachi descended the staircase and passed Deidara on his way to the door, "What crawled up your ass and died." he stated more than asked as he walked out the front door to get the remainder of the groceries in Deidara's car. Six bags total... and he was able to shut the trunk and close the front door behind him when he got back inside. He walked into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter, then started to put away the contents in their respective places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara had already started putting up the groceries from his bags.  "You and I really need to talk about that night.  Tenten found something that I didn't even realize yeah."  He turns back to Itachi.  He really wasn't in a good mood.  He was so close to loosing the one he loves last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Itachi reached up and slowly started kneeding his right temple, "Then start talking... it seems as if we are the only ones around, so spill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara sighs and pulls down the collar of his shirt, showing the faded mark of the hickey that Itachi left him.  "How the Hell did I get this?  Tenten found it and freaked.  And don't give me half the truth like you usually do.  I want the whole story yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Itachi turned around from putting something in the fridge, his right hand resting on the door handle as he shut it to look over at the blonde. "That would mean you assume I know what the hell happened to begin with Dei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I know you know something."  Deidara frown.  "You have a much higher alcohol tolerance than me and you didn't drink as much as me.  I want to know what the hell happened.  I woke up sore as hell the next morning, in places I didn't even know I could get sore, and now I have this mark on my neck yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Itachi rolled his eyes, "It was strong sake Dei... I honestly dont remember much." It was hard for him to lie to the blonde, although he made it believable... it didnt change the fact that there was that pain in his chest again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Why do I not believe you?"  Deidara sighs as he leans against the counter.  "I honestly don't need this right now.  First I've been having these fucking dreams and now I have mysterious marks appear on my body yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Itachi stared up towards the ceiling, "I guess you have never heard of dream manifestation. First... what are your dreams about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara runs his fingers through his hair, something he does when he is frustrated.  "To put it bluntly, the dreams are more like nightmares.  They're of you raping me up the ass yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Han Nai Tenshu: Itachi snorted as he doubled over, trying very hard not to laugh, "Interesting word choice Dei..." He stood up strait again, "Dreams are just your subconscious screaming at you for your inner most desires. I had no idea... I thought you turned strait edge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I wasn't exactly willing in the dream yeah."  Deidara sneered at him.  He was telling Itachi something very personal and all he could do was laugh about it?!  Damnit he wanted the truth.  "Just tell me what happened that night and get it over with.  Tenten told me that you said something so that tells me that you do remember yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Nothing happened, at least nothing like rape," Itachi answered... he at least didn't think it was rape, and as long as Deidara didn't fully remember... it would stay that way. It was drunk sex... yeah he didn't have as much alcohol in his system but it was still there. "You were piss face drunk, I asked you for asprin since I had a splitting headache. And the next thing I remember... I'm waking up next to you. After what I had told you that night... I felt like you would blame shit on me." He sighed and returned to putting the last of the food away. "Figures... this shit always happens to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You...  woke up next to me?"  All color drained from Deidara's face as he remembered that he woke up nude that morning.  Then he remembered little details like where he was sore that morning, and remembering seeing drops of blood on his covers.  Then of course there was the dream.  "Please tell me this is your idea of a sick joke yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Yeah I woke up next to you... so no... it's not a joke. You should know I dont mess around like that," Itachi sighed, he felt his shoulders slump. He hopped up to sit on the counter, letting his legs dangle off the edge, his torso moving with his shoulders to hang low. He got a sudden wave of depression, and he knew why. Some of the exact details were fuzzy... but he was still holding out. He could tell that Deidara was putting two and two together. "But nothing like that happened... at least... as far as I remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Shit...  This isn't fucking happening..."  Deidara muttered as he put everything together.  The dreams weren't dreams, they were memories coming back from a night of drunkenness.  Pushing himself off the counter he heads for the door.  "I need to go talk to Tenten yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cat like reflexes pushed Itachi off the counter, moving fast enough to reach out and grab the back of Deidara's shirt, "You want to enlighten me first so I know what kind of shit is going to start!" He didn't mean to sound so pushy... but he had a right to know what Deidara was thinking. He didn't want world war three going down around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bringing his good hand up, Deidara grabs Itachi's wrist and uses the mouth on it to bite the other guy's wrist.  "You know exactly what I'm talking about.  You fucked me when I was in a drunk stupor you bastard yeah!"  He looked over his shoulder at Itachi.  "Those dreams weren't dreams weren't they?  They were memories yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know what the hell you are talking about..." Itachi snapped. The bite on his wrist stung, but he ignored it. Instead, he used the same arm that was being bitten into to take a firmer hold on Deidara's arm, yanking him back away from the door, sending the blonde into the wall. Itachi used his free hand to pin Deidara by the neck, pressing his body fully against him to hold him there. His voice dropped down to a low growling sneer, "You think I did that sort of thing to you? That's sick. Neither of us were in the right state of mind." His fingers tightened around Deidara's neck. "Just because I have a silly crush on you Deidara doesn't mean I would be a sick pervert and take advantage of you. Get over yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidara made a choking noise as the grip on his throat tighten.  Bringing his foot up kicked Itachi in the stomach to push him off of him.  Rubbing his throat he glares at Itachi.  "That is what happened so don't fucking deny it yeah!  You're the one who is sick.  You took advantage of someone you called a friend yeah!"  He lower his hand and hand it create a clay bird, ready for Itachi's next attack if it was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kick didn't send him very far, he knew he could be fast and was behind Deidara instantly. He reached behind him, locking the front door. His anger was flaring, along with his temper. His eyes drastically altered from their normal black to the red and black of the Sharingan. When he was younger, he liked flaunting his powers... now that he was older... he used them more wisely. He was strategic and thought out his next move before he would make it. With all the present drama that was hitting the fan, the last thing Itachi wanted was for Deidara to hate him for making a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached out and took the blonde by the shoulder that supported the injured arm on Deidara looking him strait in the eye. After a flurry of hand movements, he cast the Genjutsu spell of the Tsukuyomi. Time and space, were altered to how he pleased. Deidara was at his mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidara looked around confused.  Itachi has never used the Sharingan on him before, but he knew there was nothing he could do now.  He glares at Itachi and tries to pull away form.  "What's there to talk about!?  You fucked me when I was drunk yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said calm down," the mirrored black version of Itachi's eyes narrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down?!  You want me to calm down?!  One of my best friends, some one I trusted, took advantage of me and you want me to fucking calm down yeah!?"  He refused to say he was raped, that just didn't happened to guys, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You either calm down yourself or I will do it for you..." Itachi responded... his voice cold and bitter. He didn't want things to be this way... he never wanted to resort to this... threatening a dear friend like this was not on the top of his to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are forgetting Deidara, that even though I do have a higher alcohol tolerance, it doesn't the change the fact that I was under the influence too. Do you really want to know what I remember? I'll tell you..." he paused... moving so that he was fully facing Deidara. "I asked you if you wanted it. You did not tell me no. Not once did you tell me to stop, you didn't fight back... my altered state of mind took that as an invitation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I didn't say yes either if the dreams that I had tell me anything."  Deidara sneered an backed away from Itachi.  "I didn't know what the hell was going on and you knew that didn't you yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No..." he shook his head, "I could see what was happening, but could do nothing to stop it. My body switched to autopilot. Besides... from the way you were responding, how was I supposed to get a no out of it." He stepped closer to the blonde. "Normally moaning like that means that someone wants more. So that's what I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara steps back from Itachi and shakes his head.  "No I wouldn't do that to Tenten.  I didn't know what was going on yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You had some idea Deidara... no one is that dumb, not even you. I even told you that it was me. I remember that much at least, because you had called for her... and I told you... she wasn't there... that it was me," his head turned... looking out at the expanse of his own time space limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara collapsed to his knees, his heart breaking at hearing Itachi's words.  "No!  It's not true.  You're making this up yeah!"  He looks at Itachi, as tears begin to feel his eyes.  "Stop fucking with my head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Your bringing this on yourself... Deidara... I never wanted to hurt you. This was an accident, you weren't even supposed to know how I felt, but I told you regardless because I trust you," his voice was low... barely audiable... but thanks to Tsukuyomi's limbo... his words were caught in the air... echoing so the blonde could hear just a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Deidara shakes his head.  "Just leave me alone.  Just stay the fuck away from me.  I don't want anything to do with you yeah!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I can't do that Dei... " Itachi sighed... he turned and crouched down to where Deidara was sitting on the ground. He had never wanted to see the blonde like this... in this captured frame of time... in this condition. "After all we have been through together... you don't want to try and fix this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "There's nothing to fix yeah!"  Deidara snapped.  All he wanted to do now was get the hell far away from Itachi.  "How do I know you won't do it again?!  You do have a reputation remember?  Just let me go, I want to go to Tenten yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I can't let you go Dei..." He reached out and grasped his 'friend' by the wrist. "I have a reputation of getting what I want..." he paused as he saw the horrified look on the blonde's face. He actually felt his heart breaking... something that normally shouldnt happen during the Tsukuyomi. He let go of Deidara, "But one never knows what they have until it's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want this though!"  Deidara snatched his hand away from Itachi.  "Don't touch me!  I want to be with Tenten now yeah!"  He wanted out of this limbo, out of this house.  Hell he even wanted to get out of town if it meant that he could get way from Itachi right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi rose to his feet... breaking eye contact with with Deidara and looking out around him. "You are lucky... to have experienced the Tsukuyomi... and not die from it." And with a blink of his eyes... the time space limbo vanished and they were back in the frat. Itachi was still in front of the front door... blocking the exit. He couldn't handle this... not now. He knew that if things were going to turn out... he had to reach TenTen first. He had to be the one to tell her what happened. It was his fault, he should be the one to confess the sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, he grabbed a second set of keys that belonged to him... he hated to use this mode of transportation because of it's high risk factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidara collapsed to the floor again.  In real life he was still standing on not on his knees like he was in the world Itachi formed.  He tried to get up the the Shingarin took it's toll on him and he was unable to get up and get his keys before Itachi went out the door.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[OOC:]&lt;/b&gt; Comments disabled... for the same reason as last time.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm trying not to get pissed... well even more pissed...</title>
    <published>2005-12-09T18:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-09T18:09:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DE/DET/DethNevermore/1133966619_filetmignon.JPG" border="0" alt="filet mignon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You taste like filet mignon.  You are the epitome&lt;br&gt;of fine taste and everyone knows it.  You are&lt;br&gt;expensive, well aged, and in demand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DethNevermore/quizzes/How%20do%20you%20taste%3F/"&gt; How do you taste?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PO/POL/pollywantacracker/1133758077_Squirrelmonkeys.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c2c758)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your mind is subconciously thinking about Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pollywantacracker/quizzes/What%20are%20you%20subconciously%20thinking%20about%3F/"&gt; What are you subconciously thinking about?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new nickname is Twitch.You're a very strange&lt;br&gt;person and you think everything is all fun and&lt;br&gt;games till someones eye is poked out. You are&lt;br&gt;very independent and have lots of stange&lt;br&gt;friends just like you, and together you all are&lt;br&gt;the 2nd version of "Jackass the&lt;br&gt;Movie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Smurfalis/quizzes/What%20Is%20Your%20Weird%20New%20Nickname%3F/"&gt;What Is Your Weird New Nickname?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AK/AKA/AkakoKane/1134024446_.w300h4211.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8d0af88)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tiger demon. You have a hot, short temper, and&lt;br&gt;don't let anyone mess with you, so they CAN'T&lt;br&gt;underestimate you. When you have the chance to&lt;br&gt;fight..you show no mercy. You have friends even&lt;br&gt;though you say you don't need any. Your element&lt;br&gt;is fire.(AWSOME) Your colors are orange, green,&lt;br&gt;and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AkakoKane/quizzes/What&amp;#39;s%20your%20half%20demon%20side%3F%20(ANIME%20pics)/"&gt; What's your half demon side? (ANIME pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Aparently Im a girly cat demon thing... *shrugs*))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TW/TWI/Twilightprincess89/1133296535_sDarkFairy.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8bc2414)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a dark angel. You are completely evil and&lt;br&gt;you can't be trusted with anything. You only&lt;br&gt;care for yourself but you are still cool and&lt;br&gt;the people that do like you, like you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Twilightprincess89/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20angel%20are%20you%3F%20(Cool%20Anime%20pics%20in%20results)/"&gt; What kind of angel are you? (Cool Anime pics in results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/ME/MEO/meowgrr/1131829221_Madibroken.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8d218f8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suicide, that has made you sad and depressed just&lt;br&gt;like you were in your past life.  Whether you&lt;br&gt;wanted it or not you got a second chance&lt;br&gt;because everyone needs to live there life to&lt;br&gt;the fullest.  Your worst fear is living&lt;br&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/meowgrr/quizzes/How%20Did%20You%20Die%3F%20(Anime%20Pics)/"&gt; How Did You Die? (Anime Pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Fuckin girl pictures...))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.</content>
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    <title>Empty Cupboards....</title>
    <published>2005-12-08T19:28:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-08T19:28:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Minus Hinata coming over and bringing us food... our fridge is practically empty... and now the last bag of pretzels is gone too. The one that had the big red sticker with my name on it. I don't know who took it... but whoever did is getting their asses kicked. I will find pretzel seeking hounds and hunt you down, then kick your face in! Those were flavored pretzels too... the kinda I rarely get because they are expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to go grocery shopping... but someone also stole money from the jar on the top of the fridge where we hide the grocery money. The only reason Im accusing someone of stealing it... is mainly because we have no new groceries in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm going to start letting assholes take pictures of me... does not mean that I stop eatting, I'm not some willy nilly fucking girl who cries over gaining a pound. I want some damn food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving to get some.</content>
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    <title>Epitaph</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T05:02:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T05:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center"&amp;gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/tombstone-Uchiha Itachi-4.jpg" width="254" height="401"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=41"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suits me.</content>
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    <title>......</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T17:55:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T17:56:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&amp;lt;td align="center" style="background: #000000; color: #FFFFFF;"&amp;gt;Itachi Uchiha's Random Movie Quote:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;'Sometimes I doubt your commitment to Sparkle Motion.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Kitty Farmer, Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=60"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I suppose I can succumb to the meeeeems</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T05:44:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T05:44:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you read this, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;lj-cut text=&amp;quot;other meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeems click here&amp;gt;
haha, fooled you.&amp;lt;/lj-cut&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:han_nai_tenshu:1720</id>
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    <title>I hear you, but it doesn't mean I want to listen...</title>
    <published>2005-12-01T00:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-01T00:58:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Staring at the phone in her hand TenTen sighed, she had to do this - one way or the other and she might as well do it now and get it over with. Punching the familiar number she held the phone to her hear as it began to ring. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi had left the frat house a little over two hours ago and instead of driving, worried he might kill someone, he walked to one of his most secluded places. He passed many other students as he made the long treck to the main road off campus, when he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He fished out the device and narrowed his eyes at the name that flashed on the caller ID. In his journal update he had explained that anyone who wanted to talk would have to leave a message... but the source of his angst was calling. Quickly, before he could regret his decision he pressed the answer button. However, he didn't speak... he didn't know what to say without sounding even more like an asshole. So he waited, hoping she would get the clue that since it stopped ringing... he had picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Itachi?" Dammit what was she going to say? Maybe she should have thought it though a bit better before calling. "Ah... Look about last night. I.." She gave a heavy sigh not sure what she wanted to say or what she should say. "I'm sorry I shouldnt have run out like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi was silent for a few moments and sighed, "No TenTen... I should be the one to apologise to you. I..." he paused as he came to the main road, watching as cars drove by slowly as they were to enter the campus. When the path was clear, he crossed the street, taking a right. If he was going to stay on the phone with TenTen then he couldn't take the trail through the forest, the short cut, to the towncenter where he was going to get something to eat. "I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so pissed off he didn't know what else to say to her, he dropped his arms... the phone no longer next to his ear. Why was this so difficult? He took a deep breath to calm himself and returned to speaking into the phone, "I shouldn't have been so hard on you Ten... yesterday, or farther in the past. It's something that is hard for me to admit... but we had something that was going to take alot of responsibility that neither of us were ready for..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She raised a brow and fell back onto her bed as she started to fiddle with her senbon again. "I know and I did what I did for a reason, but dammit Itachi, I loved you! and I told you time and time again but you just kept shutting me out and pushing me away and then when I least expect it you go and say something like that! Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? Do you have any idea how much you're tearing me apart?!" She could feel tears burning in her eyes as she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know what to feel or how to act around you anymore and it scars me. For once, for the first time ever - you &lt;i&gt;scare&lt;/i&gt; me Itachi-kun. Cant you understand that?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept his cool, "I understand perfectly Ten... perhaps the thing you don't understand," he spoke as calmly as he could, "Is that you might have been pushing the relationship to fast for me. Commitment scares me Ten... then you were pregnant, and then you had an abortion. I know I told you to get rid of it... but you had already done so when you told me. What if..." he stopped... he couldn't finish that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; "What if you had wanted me to keep it? You told me just weeks before that I meant nothing to you, that you didnt love me, that you never had and that you never would. Just what in all that suggested that you might have wanted me to keep it? And I know you are... were scared, who would ever have thought that little me could have scared the Uchiha Itachi, ne? All I ever wanted was for you to say you loved me but you couldnt, not until it was too late." She grabbed her pillow and pulled it down under her head as she stared up at the ceiling. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I paniced... do you think that is easy for me to confess?" he attempted to explain, he felt himself shaking... telling himself in his head, it was because of the temperature outside, and not from the current topic. "I didn't know what else to do... what more do you want from me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nothing, I want nothing." She sneered slightly as she grabbed the plushie next to her. "I dont even want these feelings I still have for you but I do, and even though part of me wants... part of me wants to see where they can take me I know that'll never happen. You'll always be someone special to me Itachi." She smiled slightly as his name slipped over her lips as it had so many times before. "I want a life with Deidara, but you'll always hold a place in my heart." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was speechless... he honestly didn't know what to say, "At least you are happy... that makes one of us..." He didn't even realize that his feet had been moving the entire time he was talking on the phone. By seeing recognizable street signs, he knew he was getting closer to his destination. "I don't know what I want anymore..." when he actually did know, but that was his own little dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen Ten..." Itachi sighed, "How about you call me back later... perhaps in a day or two. That way I have ample time to think about things okay? We can figure out shit later when I'm not trying to slit my wrist open okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Alright, I.. Just dont do anything stupid okay?" She gave a small smile as she sat up. "Take care, ne?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... it's only a figure of speech. I would never do something my brother would probably wind up doing. You take care too... jya..." and he pressed the 'cancel' button on his phone, ending the conversation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;*  *  *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OOC Note:&lt;/b&gt; Just to let everyone know, I am disabling the comments since Itachi is being sorta anti-social... and honestly doesn't want anyone else's opinion at the moment, with the exception of a select few individuals. Thankies.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Crossfade :: Cold</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T22:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T22:02:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Without going into a long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck everyone. I'm better off alone, and always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriously want to talk to me... talk to my face. Don't bother looking at the frat house... I won't be there for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the cell and leave a message if you are serious... I might consider showing up.</content>
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    <title>MySpace blows</title>
    <published>2005-11-26T14:36:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-26T14:36:33Z</updated>
    <category term="internet whores"/>
    <category term="myspace"/>
    <category term="retarted"/>
    <content type="html">I seem to be watching the news alot lately, I guess it's due to nothing interesting being on whenever I am around to watch anything. So, needless to say, I was watching the news this morning and enjoying some coffee when this interesting segment came on about MySpace. I'm not sure how many of my friends use &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, but the media is portraying it as something evil. For once, I agree. I don't like MySpace... it's a place where teens gather and whore themselves out via digital photos and web cams. Seriously, it's beyond retarted. For instance, I went to a party a while back and I remember distinctly that after some of the more amusing party games, half of the people there started taking pictures of themselves to post on MySpace. They hovered over the hostess' laptop, drooling over themselves and uploading these gods awful pictures. All I did, was finish the drink I had and made the simple comment of, "Internet whores..." Surprisingly enough, the three girls turned around and giggled at me, &lt;b&gt;AGREEING&lt;/b&gt; with me, that they were in fact internet whores. Stupid, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you wish to keep yourself from being seen as an internet whore, stay here on LiveJournal, or you could also go to &lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com"&gt;GreatestJournal&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt;. These places have taste, unlike MySpace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that concludes my internet rant for today.</content>
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    <title>Bad News...</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T23:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T23:58:11Z</updated>
    <category term="news"/>
    <category term="mr. miyagi"/>
    <category term="death"/>
    <lj:music>news on television</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I stepped out of the shower and was about to walk out the door when I noticed the television was on, and the news was announcing that Pat Morita... more well known as Mr. Miyagi from the movie &lt;i&gt;The Karate Kid&lt;/i&gt; died today at the age of 73, and of natural causes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think instead of going to a club or a party... I might just take a walk instead now. Damn this is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want the whole story, go &lt;a href="http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/features/20051125-1214-ca-obit-morita.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Anti-Flag:: Underground Network</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T22:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T22:37:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stabbing Westward -- Save Yourself</lj:music>
    <content type="html">While I have a moment to myself, let me go ahead and just go off on a tangent that is rather irrelevant to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working blows. Customers blow. Management blows. Unwanted stress blows. Many other things blow, and I mean, totally suck at the moment, but the biggest thing that is bothering me = work. I might not have had any problems there before, but it's little things that are driving me completely insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think I am going to quit that stupid job soon... what I am getting paid is not worth sticking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just about time I spread my wings and do something else, something more exciting... shit I don't know. And it's just my luck that when I was wandering around campus today some chick handed me a flyer for college student jobs, however it looks like one of those door to door scam jobs -- which I am not interested in, k thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been recluse lately... rather anti-social. Simple solution for that. Go out and have fun. Right? Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower. Food. Party-Club-Something Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm... sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget... while I was at work today, some woman was talking to me about being a model... she said I had a handsome face and she could help me out getting started if I was interested. She gave me her number... debating on if I should call her. That was the one good thing that happened at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call or don't call?</content>
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