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  <title>Love &amp; Graffiti</title>
  <subtitle>among shooting stars and shattered glass</subtitle>
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    <name>d0llesque</name>
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  <updated>2009-11-18T06:26:23Z</updated>
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    <title>upgrades</title>
    <published>2009-11-18T06:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T06:26:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i finally upgraded to a smart phone... samsung code. i love it. ben and i had the last fight and i live alone now. for good. love shouldn't include police interventions or psychotic meltdowns. he may have messed with my head in ways i will still be reeling from for months but i no longer have someone stepping on my happiness anymore. free.&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my freedom as much as i can. had to let my old phone go because he kept calling me. some pests are hard to get rid of. anyway that is all from now. updates from the exceptionally small keyboard of ms. heather nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.ru/mobile/portal" target="_blank"&gt;mobile portal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://m.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;m.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:45237</id>
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    <title>bad girl fun times</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T23:11:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T23:11:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/3860617052_e53a35b5bd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrr.. Ok, I actually look tired there. And I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having MUCH too much fun lately.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many secrets so so so many. I&amp;nbsp;am just bursting at the seams to tell. Life is too good.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:44859</id>
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    <title>fuck yeah life!</title>
    <published>2009-08-17T02:25:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-17T02:25:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Listening to the local rock station play local band after  local band that I have seen play and have had drinks with on several occasions... Oh yeah... Hosted by the dj I hang with with ben on two fifty pint night... And the icing on the cake probably when bens band is played number one requested of the night. Hahaha. Ok I am done. Back to drinking beer and chillin on my porch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:44673</id>
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    <title>Catharsis</title>
    <published>2009-08-12T15:22:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T15:22:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i pride myself in being a really positive person but sometimes a fuck you is needed where it is due. Fuck anyone who has ever run over or come close to running over a pedestrian. Way uncool. Fuck anyone that refuses a job or a client especially out of complete snobbery. In this economy??! Yeah. Fuck you dude. Shove your shitty webdesign skills up your ass. And lastly- loudmouthed inconsiderate so-called friends that throw salt in your fresh wounds in front of a table full of people. Thats toxic friendship. Especially if you were in the  same place less than a month ago. Hello, sympathy?! I think I can go another year now. Phew. I am done.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:44300</id>
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    <title>visiting ptown again</title>
    <published>2009-08-04T05:55:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-04T05:55:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I WANT TO SEE ALL OF YOU. and by all of you I mean I better see YOU, ROCIO.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:44101</id>
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    <title>The meaning of demands</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T03:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-02T03:13:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is kind of funny how someone like me can grow up being such a loner (mostly by choice) and now make a living off of my social life because being social is the bread and butter of every stylist. Some days I feel like there is so much demanded from me that I dont have the energy or desire to go out and have fun. Lately I have all but ignored my exhaustion when it is there but mostly not felt exhausted and have been going out. It is a different feeling for sure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:43369</id>
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    <title>Back to ptown</title>
    <published>2009-07-18T15:01:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-18T15:01:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont even want to visit but i guess i am. I think that at the very least i can pick up more of my stuff and when I come home to rosa I will appreciate it that much more. So.. Monday night. I will be there.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:42654</id>
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    <title>Home sweet hovel</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T09:17:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-16T09:17:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">holy sweet jesus. I started around 11:00 reorganizing starting  with closets. Then moved to boxes and smaller scattered clutter before beginning to plough through the bedroom clothing pile. Geminis are not organized and clean. Ben and I can tend to revel insome amount of mess. Even a Gemininian organizational system can look chaotic or colorful or downright creative. My apartment will be anything but spartan and bare when I am done. Anyway, I finally lostthe energy to keep going. Tomorrow I grab a shovel and get to work on the petrified clothing that has melded to the carpet. Just kidding! I rotate piles for freshness and to occasionally locate a shoe.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:42459</id>
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    <title>more more more</title>
    <published>2009-07-15T21:58:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-15T21:58:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollesque.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://dollesque.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shiznat is there.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the more comments and interaction I get, the more I&amp;nbsp;feel motivated to actually write.&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to write something every day, and post something at least two times a week, but aiming for three.&lt;br /&gt;There are other goals, but those are my little secret ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Devour The Masses left on tour finally. I&amp;nbsp;made one last piece of art and although it kind of blew Ben loved it none the less. Bless him. He is too sweet sometimes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:41523</id>
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    <title>Whiner cat</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T15:41:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">there is this cat we call the whiner cat that yowls for hours on end until it gets attention. If you walk past it on the other side ofthe streetit will meow until it crosses over to you and then roll over on your feet and demand attention. And then it will meow its way back to its front door and carry  on. Its amazing. Whiner cat is currently yowling at its door now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:41303</id>
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    <title>Break out those bongos</title>
    <published>2009-07-12T05:56:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-12T05:56:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my neighbors are havin a drum circle right  now. Rosa is so eccentric.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:40753</id>
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    <title>but if you are going to stalk me...</title>
    <published>2009-07-07T02:46:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-07T02:46:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollesque.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://dollesque.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it. Book mark it. Love it. And stalk me right.</content>
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    <title>please stop stalking me</title>
    <published>2009-07-07T02:03:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-07T02:03:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It is creepy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:40254</id>
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    <title>:)</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T07:34:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T07:34:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life is good here in rosa. I love my neighbors. One is this crazy lady that is in her own way reclusive but sweet and hang out on occasion with me on our patio. another is a middle aged single man whose hair i cut. We also hang out in either of our apartments and blast music and drink beer. Bill the cat moved to another palce and the neighbors were sad to see him go. Were all pretty cool like that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:40123</id>
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    <title>Official running list</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T04:53:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-03T04:53:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">of my injuries acquired in my tumble down a staircase: -lump and bruise on left shin that covers entire lower shin. - banged up right knee. - sprained left shoulder. - muscle pain in right shoulder. - horrifying memories of flying head first down a  staircase towards concrete.</content>
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    <title>oh boy</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T06:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T06:24:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so since i have come to rosa i have made a total of one friend outside of bens friends and work friends. Clearly i need to do something. I was thinking of volunteering/joining this kind of anarchist community project thing that involves like... Cop watch and feeding homeless and whatnot... And then Ben joined. Dammit. I cant do anything on my own. But i guess this proves we are both really of similar mind. I can see myself being really involved in stuff, given the chance. I just need to step outside of my boundaries for once.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:38922</id>
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    <title>*groaaan*</title>
    <published>2009-06-27T04:42:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-27T04:42:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">doing hair is my life but I am so sick I can not even stand for more than ten minutes. This shit came out of nowhere. I want to get up and move and do things. I am like that annoying scrappy do cartoon. I just wanna get to it but my determination gets me in trouble. If I could cut hair sitting down I would. I have clients waiting for me before they drive a half an hour to have MEE cut their adorable babys hair. But I can not go to work sick. :( Cross your fingers and pray for me to get better. My insides hurt. Light a blue candle for me tonight.</content>
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    <title>Um.</title>
    <published>2009-06-26T03:53:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-26T03:53:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">have I mentioned that I am 100% against use of drugs (except medical marijuana) especially in my fucking house? I am fucking shaking with anger.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:38607</id>
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    <title>Oh blue coach shoes</title>
    <published>2009-06-21T02:21:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-21T02:21:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wish the rest of me could feel as good as my feet feel in my new sneakers. :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:37667</id>
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    <title>Metro loopt</title>
    <published>2009-06-11T06:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-11T06:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fucking stalkertastic. I am all over that shit! First tat pic of my shears I had done today are on loopt. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:37342</id>
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    <title>headache of death</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T21:09:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T21:09:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have noticed lately that cartain things I consume give me bad migraines. Anyone else have experience with this? What gives you migraines?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:36488</id>
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    <title>Piercing</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T20:44:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T20:44:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">weird rumor going around that I am a piercer. I AM NOT! I can pint you in the right direction if you want one though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:36279</id>
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    <title>Belly poke</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T18:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T18:19:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it is hella funny to me that me  and two of my closer chick friends all have free navel piercings.  Moriah, being the apprentice piercer had her demo done on her by Kelli. Then did mine. and then Kelli's. I think i want the bottom one pierced too.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:d0llesque:35200</id>
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    <title>Don't let go of the reins</title>
    <published>2009-05-27T21:46:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-27T21:46:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today is the day. Paying bills and beginning to divide my present and future responsibilities and plans from Ben's. We had almost made it to a year and things were good for a little while. He can't commit, like feeling deeply for another human is some disease he wants to shake. So from now on i require little. My money is mine and the bills with my name on them are mine. The rest is his to take care of. He will be forced to get a job when i find a new studio and downsize my rent check and space. The savings of which will be going toward moving to san francisco to be closer to my family. Today after i cash my check i am going to buy a six pack of pilsner urquell and sitting alone on my porch to begin writing. Hello, new era.</content>
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    <title>Happy light casting day!</title>
    <published>2009-05-25T20:02:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-25T20:02:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What changes will you be makingin your life? Set your intentions for the nenxt few months. I intend to get my creative juices flowing and start working on a few writing projects. I also intend to be more independent and outgoing, take care of business for myself and get my finances in order. Also, it is time to go out and  make more friends hopefully of the more bookwormish sort that will inspire me intellectually.</content>
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