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    <title>indigolt @ 2007-09-06T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-06T21:07:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-06T21:07:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pumpkin died today. I don't think it's really set in yet. I can't believe I lost both of my cats in the same year. I've had Pumpkin for 15 years and now she's gone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:indigolt:95071</id>
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    <title>RIP</title>
    <published>2007-08-06T13:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-06T13:31:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">International Bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty bummed when I realized this place was gone. Some how I don't think we're going to find another place where we can buy 15 shots for $19.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2007-05-18T09:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T13:39:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T13:39:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, it has been for freakin ever since I updated. I'm not sure if anyone even still reads this but I just thought I'd put out there what's going on in my life right now. Well, there's always all kinds of personal drama going on but the big news is that I'm in the process of hopefully opening a bakery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get my way, it will actually be a cupcakery but we'll see. I'm working on launching an online business currently and hope to have a storefront in 8 months or so. It all depends on how well the online business does and whether or not I can find some investors/get a decent loan. So we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending about three days a week baking, working on perfecting my recipes, and doing a lot of research online. I ordered and received bakery boxes that I was ridiculously excited about. Jacky is working on my logo and as soon as that's done then she's doing the website and then I'll be official. Right now I'm only making cupcakes with the exception of one cookie recipe that I'm using. The whole process is pretty overwhelming... getting a business license, becoming incorporated, knowing all the regulations that apply to food preparation, and just getting my name/product out there but it's exciting, too, and I'm having fun - which is the most important part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnyhow. More updates to come as things happen!</content>
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    <title>word</title>
    <published>2006-01-17T20:33:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-17T20:33:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.defamer.com/hollywood/awards/the-golden-globes-an-enchanting-gay-horseback-ride-with-the-hollywood-foreign-press-148958.php"&gt;Defamer&lt;/a&gt; on last night's Golden Globes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop what you’re doing, go back to the TiVo, and replay the first five minutes of last night’s broadcast, an introductory montage of red carpet arrivals set to a “special” version of the already dangerously insipid Pussycat Dolls song “Don’t Cha.” If you don’t find yourself rummaging around the kitchen for a blender large enough to fit around the human head by the time they sing, “Don’t cha love that Russell can throw left hooks”/Don’t cha know the cowboy with his good looks?” you’re far more generous souls than we are.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>cutest ever</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T05:18:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T05:18:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://plutonium.bottlerockethosting.com/~pseudomonas/love.fpl"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://plutonium.bottlerockethosting.com/~pseudomonas/love.fpl/?mode=p&amp;amp;owner=tenjikitokuchi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;form method="post" action="http://plutonium.bottlerockethosting.com/~pseudomonas/love.fpl" enctype="multipart/form-data"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who else is love?    &lt;input type="text" name="user" /&gt; &lt;input type="submit" name=".submit" /&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_pseudomonas' lj:user='pseudomonas' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://pseudomonas.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://pseudomonas.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;pseudomonas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/pseudomonas/222226.html"&gt;me scripsit&lt;/a&gt; anno 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-12-24T14:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T19:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T19:43:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Now I remember why I don't drink that much anymore. I'm kind of shaking but goddamn last night was fun. Sterling's the best =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky and I seriously need a chaperone when we go out together. It's getting ridiculous.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-12-19T23:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-20T04:18:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-20T04:18:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mysteriously throwing my back out = bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of ultram and a significant amount of wine = good.</content>
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    <title>Gabe's away message that I'm saving b/c it's so fucking funny</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T21:37:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T21:37:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Indigo LT: oh please&lt;br /&gt;Indigo LT: come the fuck on&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: Well, bring the fuck over here&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: and I promise I will come on it&lt;br /&gt;Indigo LT: lmao&lt;br /&gt;Indigo LT: you procure me some blow and I'll think about it&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: Wow&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: so you'll fuck me for blow?&lt;br /&gt;Indigo LT: well when you put it that way....&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: That's actually really hot&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: and really wrong&lt;br /&gt;GabrielK555: all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Indigo LT: that's how I roll</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-12-02T12:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T18:10:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T18:10:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is one of those times when you wish you could go back in time to the night before and tell yourself "don't bother going out, it won't be worth the money or the loss of sleep". It wasn't a complete waste, it just wasn't that fun. I feel okay today but that's probably due to the fact that I didn't drink. Aside from Michael, the people that we were with were.... I dunno. I just didn't click with them. The people that I wanted to be there weren't.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-11-28T15:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T20:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T20:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would do just about anything to leave work right now. Mondays are so boring. Especially when there is absolutely no reason for me to be here and I've had the last 2 days off. I used to love this job. That was probably before I had the worst month ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;i&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <title>monkeys..... nature's comedians</title>
    <published>2005-11-16T06:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-16T06:43:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Monica and I ate at the Globe tonight (the restaurant, not the venue, thanks). Delicious food and a really interesting atmosphere. Highly recommend it for happy hour drinks (although, do NOT get the pear martini, that was just gross).</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-10-07T11:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-07T15:39:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-07T15:39:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so freaking hungover. I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it's a half day. And I'm happy that it's raining.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-09-29T00:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T04:28:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Just got back from Coldplay. They are fucking amazing. I love Chris Martin so much now. He's so cheesy but made the show so much fun. Plus, how can you beat "we had Elton John here the last time, so we thought... how do we top that? How about a homegrown Georgia boy? Ladies and gentlemen... Michael Stipe". So Chris played the piano and Michael sang Night Swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God bless Meryll Lynch. Those seats were amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After packing all day and that concert, I'm exhausted. Going to bed.</content>
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    <title>I haven't updated in forever</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T04:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T04:36:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Which is too bad, b/c I've just been having so much fun. It sucks that I have to move back home next week b/c I have a feeling much of my fun is going to cease. Not too much, though =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kenny's in town this week, if anyone's interested. I think we're going to try to do the Highland's on Friday. That's his birthday so obviously we're going to do whatever he wants to do and that's what he mentioned. I wonder if there's anything going on on Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I have been hanging out again and having the BEST TIME EVER. We agree that we needed a break, but it's still tough. I just love her so much. Oh and Billy's back. I saw him last week, too. There really is lots going on.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-09-06T10:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T14:31:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T14:31:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate that I have to work today. The weather is actually perfect. If it's like this tomorrow, my ass is going to be at the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy weekend. I'm still recovering.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-08-31T11:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T15:42:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T15:42:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got tagged by a friend with a blog... but I don't have a blog so this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 years ago&lt;/b&gt; - I was a freshman in high school at a private Christian academy. My how thing's have changed. Those uniforms were hot, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 years ago&lt;/b&gt; - The most incredible summer of my entire life was coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 year ago&lt;/b&gt; - PJ and I were living in Marietta/Kennesaw, I was starting my second to last semester and spending a lot of time with Val, who lived in my building, whom I no longer talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt; - I went to work, stopped by Lenox (didn't buy anything, amazingly), had ramen for dinner and watched the Real World. Quite a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;/b&gt; - Only 5? Cheezits, chips and salsa, popcorn, doritos, basically anything that's a carb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 songs I know all the words to&lt;/b&gt; - pretty much every Ben Harper song, Take it Easy by the Eagles, most Beatles songs, there really are too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I would do with $100 million dollars&lt;/b&gt; - establish a foundation, buy a beautiful apartment in Manhattan, insure my retirement, go on an insane shopping trip for me and my friends, and give the rest to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 places I would run away to&lt;/b&gt; - there's only one... just NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I would never wear&lt;/b&gt; - I tend to stay away from anything that's too &lt;i&gt;high school&lt;/i&gt;, other than that, I'm fairly open to whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 favorite tv shows&lt;/b&gt; - Friends, House, SATC, Laguna Beach (I know, I know, but it's addicting), The Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 biggest joys&lt;/b&gt; - spending time with my friends, giving gifts, eating amazing food, my mom, watching movies... simple pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 favorite toys&lt;/b&gt; - my car, camera, computer... I can't really think of anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 people I tag&lt;/b&gt; - Gabe, Adriana, Jewels, Jacky, and Sterling</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-08-28T11:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T15:15:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-28T15:15:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone stole my fucking cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am fucking pissed.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-08-14T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-15T02:53:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-15T02:53:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone should check this out: &lt;a href="http://www.saferideamerica.com/chaser.html"&gt;SafeRide America&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>OMG</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T05:23:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T05:23:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BEST. SHOW. EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from Ben Harper. And OMG. At this point, I'm not sure I have words. There are so many reasons why this was the best show I've ever been to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, they played for over 3 hours. He played with the band, he played an acoustic set, he played with the band again. It was truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two, and probably the main reason, Ben Harper grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye and said "thank you". We were sitting on the first balcony level and he jumped up there and began walking around the balcony, on the railing. My brother had gone down to the railing, although we were only 3 rows up, b/c he'd been playing for 1.5 hours and he thought it was almost over. Well, talk about perfect timing. I went down there and Chris grabbed me and put me in front of him. Ben walked right over to us, grabbed my hand for what seemed like an eternity but was actually about 10 seconds and I looked at him and said "thank you" and he looked me in the eye, while still holding my hand and said "thank YOU". Then he grabbed Chris' hand and looked him in the eye and Chris said "we love you". And he moved on. It was insane. It was especially weird b/c he literally stopped at Chris and I, whereas with everyone else he'd been moving through fairly quickly. Even Monica, who was not near us at that point, said it was weird how he stopped at us and no one else. I kept thinking, remember this moment. I mean, it's not like I'll say I've met him or anything, but Ben Harper has been my favorite artist since I was in the 10th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very end, after 3 hours and 10 minutes, he finally ended the show, saying that Atlanta was the last stop on the tour, except for Nashville, which would be all acoustic. So that partly explains why they played for so long. But also you could tell that it wasn't planned b/c the crowd was insane and Ben kept going around before each song to every member of the band and they would talk. Not normal encore behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST. SHOW. EVER.</content>
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    <title>From Low</title>
    <published>2005-07-11T20:54:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-11T20:54:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Amanda, Your ideal job is a lottery winner - no need to work !!. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From www.jobpredictor.com</content>
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    <title>Darling Kristin</title>
    <published>2005-06-10T13:53:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-10T13:53:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">From the &lt;a href="http://www.thecourier.co.uk/output/2005/06/10/newsstory7218895t0.asp"&gt;Dundee Courier&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Bryan Kay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A US television network has stepped in to meet the cost of transporting an American student, who has been in a coma in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, for almost three months, back to her home city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin Stansell (25), a masters student in art history from Atlanta, was involved in a horrific road accident near Perth at the end of March while travelling with two fellow-students from St Andrews University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends escaped uninjured but Kristin, the driver, was left with multiple fractured bones and serious head injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was initially feared she might not pull through but she has spent the last 11 weeks making slow progress and is now semi-conscious and in a stable condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother Kay, who is a nurse, has been caring for Kristin by her bedside since rushing to Scotland immediately after the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the offer from NBC Channel 11 was an unbelievable slice of luck after fearing the family would have to fork out $70,000 to fly her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family was also facing up to crippling hospital costs on her return to the States because Kristin had no medical insurance at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I work at a big university in Atlanta called Emory and a friend’s daughter worked for Channel 11 doing human interest stories,” said Kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was through that contact that they came to know about Kristin and now they have said they will fly over and take her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They are going to use a company called Medical Care Airlines. She is stable enough to travel and the plane is specially equipped—we just need oxygen and emergency equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We were going to set up a trust fund for her to help with her long-term care because in addition to the flight there was the expensive situation in the States if you have no medical insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We had to look around for a hospital but now we have found one. She is going to a charity hospital in Atlanta and the state of Georgia is paying the costs.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued Kay, “She has recovered from the broken bones and her closed head injury, which involved bleeding on the inside, appears to be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The scans show no damage but, like the doctors told me, sometimes you just cannot explain what causes the brain to act the way it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She was critical at first and we were not sure she was going to live. Now she moves all her extremities and makes facial expressions and eye contact, which they call tracking, where she follows hand movements.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay’s husband and son flew to Scotland after the accident but have since returned to Atlanta to await Kristin’s return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay is relieved that her daughter’s long-term care is now secure and she thanked the congregation of Dundee’s Steeple Church, who she said have helped enormously during a stressful period. She has been staying with a member of the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I heard about the people at the church through my own church at home and they have really reached out to me,” she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So many people have helped. I have been all alone for a long time but I have met a lot of wonderful people and they have taken care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are all confident Kristin is going to make a full recovery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay expects to hear from NBC in the next couple of weeks about when Kristin’s journey home is likely to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay said that she was only misquoted once or twice and that she feels like the story turned out alright. I really hope channel 11 gets her back her soon. If not, I guess that's okay, we have a couple of back up plans, but the sooner she gets here, the better.</content>
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    <title>YAY!!</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T22:27:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T22:27:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not quite sure how, but channel 11 got involved in getting Kristin back from Scotland. They have decided to send a private plane within the next few days to bring Kristin and her mom home! This is such wonderful news. And as I understand it, the attending neurologist at Grady has agreed to take Kristin on as a patient. Having her here is going to make a difference. The doctors in Scotland aren't being aggressive enough. And here she'll have friends constantly with her, providing more stimulus. Not to mention, her poor mother, will no longer have to live alone in a foreign country caring for her unconcious daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm incredibly excited about this! I hope she gets here before I leave next week, but if not, that's okay. I'll see her as soon as I get back. Yay!!</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-05-03T13:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T17:36:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Only one more final!!!! Woo hoo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't think it will feel real until I walk across the stage, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so close.</content>
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    <title>Also, an update</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T00:17:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-23T00:17:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dear friend Kristin. . . she's unfortunately not woken up yet. She is progressing but she's doing so slowly. The pneumonia finally cleared up this week which was wonderful news! She's going to be in the hospital in Scotland until at least the end of this calendar year, providing she wakes up soon. Her mom has taken an apartment there and will be staying until Kristin is better. It's been so hard having her be so far away. All I can do is send all the prayers and healthy thoughts her way that I have. She has to get better.</content>
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    <title>indigolt @ 2005-04-22T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-23T00:14:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Not that it wasn't before, but it's definitely official now. I came home and his side of the closet is empty. I'm feeling so many things. Happiness because we're both handling it so well, sadness because it's happening at all. And that thing that most people can't understand is that I can be sad over it when I chose it. I don't believe we're right for each other, we're meant to be lifelong friends, a path we're clearly headed down, but even though I chose it, it still makes me sad. I'm sad because he's the person I've spent the last 5 years with, the person I thought was going to be the one. It's a sad realization to look deep inside yourself and see that he's not. I wanted him to be but he's not. It took me a long time to fully understand that and to accept that and it's sad. It breaks both our hearts. I don't know what's "meant to be" but I know that if he and I are, then it'll happen. But in the meantime, I need to discover what's out there, and he needs to discover who he is without me. I'm just so thankful that we'll be able to do those things while still having each other in our lives. My greatest fear was that he would look at me and say he never wanted to see me again. That was the unbearable part. But he didn't. Somehow, we're going to make our friendship work. We already are.</content>
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