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I can't fight this feeling. Deep inside of me. [03 Jul 2004|03:30pm]
http://www.hellonetwork.com/demo/toysclub/video.asp?speed=hook300

I'm posting this again. Watch and laugh.
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[30 Jun 2004|12:17pm]
Prom edition #2Collapse )

Lagoon/Mini road trip - Cam, Megan, KateCollapse )
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[17 Jun 2004|06:21pm]
Stolen from _kiss_it_

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The following message is brought to you by Kate and Tara.... [07 May 2004|11:46pm]
Highlights of Pride Prom 2004

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Ohhhh Tainted LoveCollapse )
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( a NEW beginning ) [22 Apr 2004|11:37am]
She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other; he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like." She smiled and let the cat drop to the floor. "It's like Tiffany's," she said. "Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty; and even that's risky. They only look right on the really old girls. Maria Ouspenskaya. Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait. But that's not why I'm mad about Tiffany's. Listen. You know those days when you've got the mean reds?"
"Same as the blues?"
"No," she said slowly. "No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is. You've had that feeling?"
"Quite often. Some people call it angst."
"All right. Angst. But what do you do about it?"
"Well, a drink helps."
"I've tried that. I've tried aspirin too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I've found does the most good is just to get into the taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind of men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name."
(&)Breakfast at Tiffany's
by Truman Capote


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