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  <title>Get Down How You Live</title>
  <subtitle>Hated By Many, Respected By All...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-12-21T00:33:10Z</updated>
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    <title>And it Keeps on Coming</title>
    <published>2006-12-21T00:33:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-21T00:33:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I talked to my bestest friend, Skinner, on the phone last night to finalize our New Years' plans.  He was supposed to come and visit me.  I find out last night that he's not coming.  That news was not as bad as the reason why he can't visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leaving for the Marines a week from today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...really don't know what to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even get to see him before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten so much horrible news this week I didn't think I could take anymore.  And then this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, it fucking pours.  Merry Fucking Christmas.</content>
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    <title>Yanked From Cluelessinchi</title>
    <published>2006-12-20T23:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-20T23:50:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Posty's Cell Ringing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pickup Line Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/pickup.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shirt looks very becoming on you... but if I were on you I'd be coming too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/"&gt;The Magical Pick Up Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fuckinq:50054</id>
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    <title>Crazy Morning</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T14:08:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T14:08:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>TODAY on NBC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was watching the news this morning and there was a short blurb about Hilary Clinton running for president.  I told Zandra that it would be fucking awesome if Hilary ran for president.  Zandra said that she refuses to live in a world where a woman is president.  I couldn't believe she said that!  I can see where she is coming from to a certain extent because I don't get along with too many females myself.  However, I must admit, it would totally rock to have a woman president.  I mean really, can she do any worse than Bush?  I guess it doesn't really matter who the next president is anyway.  Any joy I may feel about the newly elected president will be overshadowed by the joy I will feel when the Bush Administration gets the hell out of the way.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that haven't seen the new Ciara video for her song Promise...I highly suggest that you check it out.  I'm not really a fan of music videos and I'm not really a fan of Ciara.  This video made me a fan.  It is that serious.  This is not a game.  Just check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that time I spent filling out job applications yesterday actually paid off, and quicker than I thought.  I got quite a few responses so I'm going to spend the day scheduling interviews.  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first...well, not first! *wink* (This one's for you Leslie!)&lt;br /&gt;But definitely second...COFFEE.</content>
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    <title>Update!</title>
    <published>2006-12-12T00:49:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-12T00:49:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cops - CourtTV</lj:music>
    <content type="html">For those of you that don't know yet...I moved to Miami!  The only thing I'm really head-over-heels about is the weather.  I have to admit...it is wonderful.  But I must state for the record, aside from the weather --&amp;gt; Miami ain't got shit on Chicago!  Real talk.  I miss the Chi sooooo much.  It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gay scene sucks here.  I suppose if you've never been anywhere, Miami is decent.  But coming from Boys Town...Miami just didn't make the cut.  Miami is very touristy (for lack of a better word), and no one speaks english, but I will say this:  The most beautiful Latin people in the world live in Miami, FL.  I've seen men and women from almost everywhere.  They are gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in Miami Beach for a while with the Human Rights Campaign.  I was so excited when I got the job.  I thought it was perfect for me, that I could really contribute something to the gay community.  Once I actually started working, it did not take long for me to hate everything about the job and realize that it was not for me.  I got another job though.  It's decent, it pays well, nothing to write home about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know anyone, but I have met a handful of really cool people.  I went to see Common in concert, with my girl Cash.  Cash is this really fucking awesome, spicy redhead.  We went to see Daft Punk together too.  It was their very last live performance.  It was off the fucking chain!  Cash has taken me to a lot of cool reggae lounges.  We just kick it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've just been doing to responsible work thing.  It's taking a while to get used to.  I have a little bit of free time these days which I will be using to update more often.  I've missed my LJ friends!</content>
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    <title>From the Ayn Rand Institute</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T13:43:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T13:43:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;The Conservatives' War on Birth Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opposition to birth control is an assault on the pursuit of happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Keith Lockitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Religious conservatives are increasingly opposing birth control. The Bush administration has shifted funding from sex education endorsing condoms to programs preaching "abstinence only." And Bush F.D.A. appointees spent three years blocking nonprescription use of the "morning after" pill, despite overwhelming evidence of its safety. Shockingly, there has been an increasing number of Christian pharmacists refusing to fill contraceptive prescriptions--in some cases even for ordinary birth control pills for married women. What is behind this disturbing hostility to reproductive freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious conservatives insist that their growing opposition to contraception is not the product of some sort of puritan, anti-sex agenda. What they are concerned about, they claim, is irresponsible sexual indulgence. They decry what they see as a culture of mindless promiscuity spawned by the advent of effective and easily available birth control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But blaming birth control for the irresponsible actions of those who misuse it is like blaming Sudafed for crystal meth addiction. Like any other technology, contraception is a tool that can be used rationally or abused--and used properly it enables people to be more responsible about sex. It is bizarre to crusade against irresponsible sexuality by crusading for the renunciation of responsibility: the conscious, deliberate rejection of rational family planning in favor of reproductive roulette. Clearly, there is something deeper underlying the growing antagonism to birth control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is significant that in opposing contraception, conservatives declare that sex must be inextricably tied to reproduction--that it is morally wrong to pursue sexual pleasure while deliberately preventing pregnancy. "To demand sexual pleasure without openness to children is to violate a sacred trust," writes Albert Mohler, president of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. But this implies a certain hostility to sexual pleasure, as such: not its irrational, promiscuous pursuit, but the very act of enjoying sex as something separate from reproduction. What explains such hostility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider that sexual desire is a response to personal values. For a rational person, it is not a desire for mindless, indiscriminate indulgence, but a feeling that results from the embodiment in one's lover of one's highest, most important values. For a couple in a serious, committed, romantic relationship, sex is a celebration of their love--an _expression, in the form of intense physical pleasure, of the joy that each partner derives from the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such joy is a selfish pleasure--a rationally selfish pleasure. It is a pleasure that people pursue for the sake of their own enjoyment and happiness, whether they choose to have children or not. And this, fundamentally, is what religious conservatives have against it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtue, according to Christianity, consists of sacrificing one's desires and goals in the name of fulfilling one's duties to God. Sex, on this premise, is at best a necessary evil--a sinful act, justifiable only by the duty to procreate. To deliberately prevent pregnancy by using birth control is to assert one's right to enjoy sex purely for its own sake--not as a means to procreation, but purely as an end in itself. And this is what conservatives find unacceptable. What they object to is that a couple using birth control is placing their own, personal happiness above obedience to religion. They object to contraception not despite the fact that it removes the fear of unwanted pregnancy, but precisely because it removes that fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To proclaim categorically, as Mohler does, that "every marriage must be open to the gift of children" is to demand that a couple sacrifice their own dreams and long-range goals to an alleged duty to "be fruitful and multiply." Even a couple who wants to have children must, on this premise, do so out of submission to divine will--not because they value children as a source of personal joy. The rejection of birth control is the demand that couples surrender the power--crucial to their own happiness in life--of choosing when, or whether, to have children, and instead allow themselves to be reduced, by means of their healthy sexual desires, to the role of stock farm animals, breeding uncontrollably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they claim their intention is not to condemn sexuality as such, but merely its indiscriminate pursuit, religious conservatives are in fact opposed to sexual happiness. They are opposed to the fact that sex is an exalted pleasure that people pursue as an end in itself. Their war on contraception is not a war against the alleged excesses of the "birth control revolution"--it is a declaration of war against the pursuit of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Keith Lockitch is a resident fellow at the Ayn Rand Institute in Irvine, CA. The Institute promotes the ideas of Ayn Rand--best-selling author of "Atlas Shrugged" and "The Fountainhead" and originator of the philosophy of Objectivism.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>He-Man Woman Hater</title>
    <published>2006-09-12T23:29:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-12T23:29:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have the most boring, ordinary life ever.  Nothing exciting has happened lately.  Just the normal, everyday stuff that no one really cares about or notices.  I've been doing a lot of thinking, but I always do a lot of thinking.  It doesn't do me much good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I don't really care to have any female friends.  Those that I'm already friends with have been "grandfathered" in so-to-speak, but all other applications: DENIED!  Yes, it's true!  I am a lesbian that cannot stand the company of other women.  Most of them are really cool...and then they start talking and I want to punch them in the throat.  Since I don't think I could get away with punching people at my discretion, I'll just do the wise thing and stay the fuck away from them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really ranting about any particular woman.  Most of the women that come to mind, I don't even know.  They are some user name plucked from their own simple little minds.  Women I will probably never meet, and have no desire to ever meet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women judge me based on the things that I post in these journals as if they can actually get an accurate assessment of me and what I'm about from a few paragraphs strewn across the World Wide Web.  I'm far too complicated and complex for that.  These women judge me without even knowing me, unaware that judging me makes worse than they think I am.  I think if women spent as much time supporting each other as they do judging and tearing each other down, this world would be a little less miserable.</content>
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    <title>fuckinq @ 2006-09-07T18:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T23:01:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T23:01:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For weeks now, the gay community here at the Job Corps center that I'm at have been organizing a Gay Pride dance to serve the gay community here and their/our supporters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I found out that the dance was cancelled by Billy Cooper.  Cooper is our Exec. Director.  He is the man in charge.  The straight, black man who fought in Vietnam in charge.  He said, "The whole idea rubs me the wrong way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really fucked up.  My lesbian buddy, Korin, and I have decided to take action.  I'm writing a letter to Cooper and she's starting a petition.  We plan on taking this as far as it needs to go in order to show that this type of behavior, intolerance, and discrimination will not be tolerated.  I don't think Cooper or Job Corps has any idea what they are in for.  About 85% of this campus is African American.  Of those 85%, about 35% are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper...you just pissed off a bunch of gay, black people.  You are going down.</content>
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    <title>If My Girlfriend(s) Read This She(They) Will Kill Me</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T15:03:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T15:03:13Z</updated>
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    <title>fuckinq @ 2006-07-15T16:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T21:52:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T21:52:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Marques Houston</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been really quiet around here today.  Nobody's really around, and it's hot as fucking slavery outside.  Everyone (myself included) had been sitting inside enjoying the AC.  I played some spades earlier today with a couple of my OTs (got my ass kicked).  Most of the day has been spent with my stud brother, Patrice.  She's nineteen, from Atlanta and she is one of the coolest people I've met in a while.  And...she's smokin' hot!  Patrice has got a low cut, she short and really petite, and she looks really good in a hat.  We chilled and smoked today.  Now we're sitting around watchin' some music videos.  Good times.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Zandra today, but I'm starting to come to the realization that I'm going to be able to survive here without here.  In fact, this temporary separation might be good for us.  I've been really stressed out and on edge lately.  Now I'll have more time to myself which will be very beneficial to my psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY TWO MORE SHOPPING DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY!!! ;-)</content>
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    <title>Bad News</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T04:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T04:58:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had the worst day ever yesterday from (literally) the moment I opened my eyes.  Just when I thought that things could not get any worse...I got the worst news I could possibly want to hear at this particular time.  I was so excited to get the call from my Zandra last night.  That should have been the highlight of my day.  The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: HEY SWEETHEART!&lt;br /&gt;ZANDRA: HOW ARE YOU DOING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I know something is wrong.  Zandra is usually ecstatic to speak to me on the phone.  When I say hello she follows with a hello that is equally as excited as mine.  This did not occur last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: FINE...HOW ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;ZANDRA: I HAVE SOME NEWS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I take a really deep breath and let it out slowly because NOTHING good EVER comes after those words...this was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: WHAT IS IT, BABY?&lt;br /&gt;ZANDRA: I GOT A CALL TODAY FROM MY CAREER MANAGER.  HE TOLD ME THAT I WON'T BE RETURNING TO JOB CORP AFTER SUMMER BREAK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision instantly become blurry due to the surplus of tears welling in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT?  BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, YOU NEED TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE NOW BECAUSE THIS IS NOT FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zandra is completely silent and then I can hear her sobbing on the other end of the phone.  I cry with her...I haven't stopped yet.</content>
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    <title>Lonely...I'm so Lonely</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T23:21:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T23:21:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My baby left me this morning.  Yeah, Zandra went to Miami for two and a half weeks.  We have not be apart since we started dating.  I got up extra early so I could say goodbye to her.  I cried when I kissed her goodnight last night, and I tried not to cry this morning, but when she started I couldn't help myself.  I was supposed to go with Zandra, but my Career Manager royally fucked up my itinerary.  Oh well, she'll be back the day of my birthday.  Not a bad present if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her already though.  Despite that, the day has been pretty okay.  My friend and I sat under a pavilion and took about four blunts to the head, I played some spades, caught up on my soaps, and got some much needed sleep.  With the exception of getting baked and playing cards, these are things I don't get to do much when Zandra is around.  Maybe we need this little vacation from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Jazz Band instructor, EJ, today.  He was talking about how we (I) need to be ready to work when break is over because everyone in the group has had a lot of weeks off because there was nothing to do.  What really happened was that we had rehearsals and he would only tell a few people, and when I actually knew about the rehearsals EJ would show up late or just not show up at all.  This was very frustrating so I tried out for softball just to have something to do in my free time.  I didn't really think that I would make the team, but I did.  The only problem with that is that my softball practices are on the same nights as Jazz Band rehearsal.  Now I have to determine which I want to participate in (I would like to find a way to do both).  I really hate having to make decisions.  Even the easiest decisions are difficult for me because I am so indecisive.  I really need to work on that.</content>
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    <title>Excellent</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T22:51:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T22:51:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to find yourself lucky - both in business and in life.&lt;br /&gt;And while being wealthy is nice, you enjoy sharing your abundance with others.&lt;br /&gt;You put your luck to good use: you are very ambitious and goal oriented.&lt;br /&gt;Often times, you get over excited and take on more than you can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your ability to make your own luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Thinking you can do it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bronze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Half Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: August&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>fuckinq @ 2006-06-27T10:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T15:44:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T15:44:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EECDB5" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F1DED0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a warm hearted and open minded person. It's easy for you to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it's all about possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is likely to be filled with great successes and accomplishments. You just need to figure out how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/"&gt;Inside the Room of Your Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Absolute Power</title>
    <published>2006-06-21T15:25:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-21T15:25:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a great disdain with people that abuse their power/authority.  I have an even greater disdain for MEN that abuse their power/authority.  Considering that I live in a world where a high percentage of people in power ARE men...Sometimes I feel like there is no hope.  I ran into a man this morning that wanted me to kiss his ass and apologize to him for something I didn't do.  And I quote..MAN: "IF I SAID YOU DID IT, YOU DID IT!"  He attempted to belittle and demean me in front of my peers.  Luckily, I'm too strong-minded and self-aware to let people like that get the best of me.  Everything worked out okay in the end (I didn't get in trouble at least), but I'm still pissed.  It's the principal of the matter.  I hate corporate American, I detest the government and I detest men who think they can run all over woman BECAUSE they are men and have a little bit of authority.</content>
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    <title>Ask About Me</title>
    <published>2006-06-19T15:19:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-19T15:19:05Z</updated>
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;span&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;
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&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;69%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;domsub&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=18217996183708158422"&gt;The Are you Dominant or submissive Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=nahemah"&gt;nahemah&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Silence is Golden</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T13:49:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-13T13:49:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish people who try to give me the silent treatment would realize one important thing: I INVENTED THE SILENT TREATMENT &amp; I CAN DO IT BETTER THAN YOU!!!!</content>
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    <title>Weirdness</title>
    <published>2006-06-12T18:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-12T18:33:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The strangest shit has been happening to me the past few days.  Yesterday morning I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and my roomie, Ariana, was playing this awesome Kanye West song that I haven't heard in FOREVER.  I commented on how it's been such a long time since I've heard that song.  Later...that same day...I heard a large group of people singing the same song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in class we were discussing watches and clocks and things that tell time (we were really bored) and I made a reference to Flava Flav and how I miss looking at Hoopz on Flava of Love.  So this afternoon I open my e-mail and one of my ex-girlfriends sent me a NAKED picture of Hoopz!  WTF is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have magical powers of subliminal persuasion.  That would be fucking awesome!</content>
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    <title>I Feel Old</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T15:31:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T15:31:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some ridiculous ringtone on Andre's Cellphone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yesterday I was really bored, and a bunch of my friends were trying out for the softball team.  Now try-outs have been going on for a few weeks now.  Like the procrastinator that I am...I went on the very last day.  Believe it or not --&amp;gt; I actually made the team.  I have never played organized softball in my life.  I played with my siblings and other kids in the neighborhood when I was younger, but that was about it.  I play catcher.  To me and to anyone else that knows me...the fact that I play catcher is just too hilarious to put into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I'm getting old.  Not only am I getting old...I FEEL old.  I was playing ball with a bunch of seventeen and eighteen year olds.  The last time I did ANYTHING athletic in nature...I was seventeen.  I used muscles yesterday I haven't used in seven years.  I woke up this morning and I could barely lift my right arm.  My entire body hurts.  It's time to get in shape and hit the weightroom hard.  My guy James (the coolest boy on the planet) goes everyday.  I told him I'm going to go with him.  I'll let you know how long that lasts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!  I walked out of my dorm last night and James spotted me instantly.  He ran up to me and told me that Andre put his fist through a window.  Andre is not an angry person.  He's my best friend here, and I have NEVER seen him get upset about anything.  I guess he's under a lot of stress, and unfortunately he keeps to himself a lot.  He still hasn't told me what's wrong yet, but we have plans to talk later.  I'm really worried about him.  I know that he knows he can talk to me about anything, but I can't make him tell me his problems.  He's a grown ass man.  All I can do is be there for him as a friend.  He's in better spirits today which makes me happy.  I just hope he's okay internally.</content>
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    <title>You already know!</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T15:18:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T15:18:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:567; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Lesbians...  Where Do You Fall on the Butch-Femme Continuum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/whatchamuhchick/1097682980_butchfemme.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-butch... you take on the male role, but still have a strong sensitve side.  On a scale of 1-10, one being femme and ten being butch, you'd be a SIX!&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/whatchamuhchick/quizzes/For+Lesbians...++Where+Do+You+Fall+on+the+Butch-Femme+Continuum%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/whatchamuhchick/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=940291"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Had Some Time to Kill</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T18:31:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T18:31:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1) Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no...I love roller coasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When's the last time you've been sledding?&lt;br /&gt;Can't say that I've ever been sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;I never sleep alone.  My care bear is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Not even a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;br /&gt;Moderately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you think O.J. killed his wife?&lt;br /&gt;If the glove don't fit...you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie?&lt;br /&gt;ANGELINA! No contest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics?&lt;br /&gt;I know enough to know that Bush SHOULD NOT be in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;A little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine is a horrible drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What's your favorite commercial?&lt;br /&gt;Commercials?  Ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who was your first love?&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) If you're driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around, do you run a red light?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you have a secret that no one knows but you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;Chicago White Sox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Not often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago.  I was REALLY stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Can you name 5 songs by The Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;As I would rather cut off my arm than listen to the Beatles...this might be a tough one.  But I'll give it a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellow Submarine&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;3. Mrs. Robinson&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What's the one thing on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;I really hate stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you know who Ba-Ba-Booey is?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you always wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;I admit it...I do not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What's the one talent you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Do you like Sushi?&lt;br /&gt;No...I LOVE sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you ever narrowly avoided a fatal accident?&lt;br /&gt;Not a fatal accident, but I have narrowly avoided a fatality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to sleep naked, but in the event that it's just not appropriate...I wear boxers and a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Have you ever been caught stealing?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Does size matter?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it really does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you truly hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Rock or Rap?&lt;br /&gt;All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you know anyone in jail?&lt;br /&gt;Currently?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever sang in front of the mirror?&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What food do you find disgusting?&lt;br /&gt;Corn.  I refuse to eat anything that comes out whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Did you ever play, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours"?&lt;br /&gt;Not to my recollection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Have you ever been punched in the face?&lt;br /&gt;Punched?  Hell no!  Slapped?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Do you love lemons?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go that far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) How old do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could relive the ages of 21/22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;br /&gt;In my car on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I have a fairy on my lower back, but I want to get a phoenix on my upper back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Do you know your neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) What do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Any time when I have to obligations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;To the T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Would you move for the person you loved?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Favorite channel(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Court TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Favorite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;I follow the drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Showers or Baths?&lt;br /&gt;Showers.  I cannot fathom the idea of sitting in my own filth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;I trust no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) What are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of anything really...maybe that's part of my problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;I could take 'em or leave 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;I surely do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;In Chicago on Belmont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;Zandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;Patience is NOT one of my virtues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) What’s your favorite pick up line?&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a pick up line.  I seduce women with my charm and wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) What did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone?  I don't like to be that accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;Mine...not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) Most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;I watched Runaway Bride the other night...it was on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) What color are your bed sheets?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) What's your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;Chicago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;5'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Have you ever smoked heroin?&lt;br /&gt;I have snorted heroin...wasn't aware that it could be smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;People like me should not own firearms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Dew...the breakfast of champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) What is your secret weapon to lure in the (in my case: same) sex?&lt;br /&gt;My eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Where would you like to travel?&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam and Egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in Austin, TX or Phoenix, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;I do not sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Philife being crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;I sprained my ankle really bad once...I've never been seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...an icky BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) What's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Snickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's Gone by Lynard Skynard</content>
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    <published>2006-06-05T13:56:25Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Some dumb ass movie about cables</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm supposed to be leaving for Miami in about three weeks.  Okay...let me rephrase that.  I WANT to go to Miami in three weeks.  Since the gov't is paying for my travel plans I don't know if I'm going to get to go or not.  As is stands now, I'll be going back to Chicago for two weeks.  As much fun as that sounds, I'm kind of sick of the Chicago scene.  Don't get me wrong --&amp;gt; I love the Chi...but I need to see some new scenery.  Women in bikinis might be just the scenery I need.  I should find out sometime this week if I can get my itinerary changed and go to Florida.  Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!  Zandra was rubbing my head the other day and she found three grey hairs!  THREE!  GREY HAIRS!  I didn't have then before I came to Kentucky.  I have been really stressed out lately...about almost everything.  It should be no surprise that I have grey hairs.  I want to dye them, but Zandra informed me that she'd kick my ass if I did.  I'm just going to tell everyone that they are a symbol of wisdom.  I think I can get by with that one.</content>
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    <title>Relationships</title>
    <published>2006-06-02T16:51:02Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Chariot, Gavin DeGraw</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So...I'm with this girl that has never been in a serious relationship before.  In fact, she really doesn't do relationships...period.  It's really hard to be in a relationship with someone like that.  She's so self-centered because she never really had to worry about another person's feelings before.  Needless to say, she makes me mad...A LOT.  But I choose to be patient with her because I know that she just doesn't know any better.  Thursdays are our free days so we've designated that as "OUR DAY."  She spent all evening talking on the phone.  It was really annoying.  I am not a patient person by any stretch of the imagination, and I am especially impatient with people.  For some reason, however, I am really patient with her.  I didn't think I had it in me.</content>
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    <title>Why?</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T23:50:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's official...Po definitely has a crush on me.  My friend Jenny informed me of that today.  He is well aware of the fact that I'm gay, but apparently he does not seem to care.  My girlfriend thinks this is cute.  Me?  I'm just very, very, VERY confused...</content>
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    <title>Like Rain on Your Wedding Day</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T20:49:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">There is this boy I go to school with that has a crush on me.  His name is Po.  I met him when I first got here because my girlfriend referred him to me for a haircut.  We don't talk at all, but he has dated two of my friends.  Whenever I saw him around I pretty much dogged him out every chance I got because did some shady shit to my friends.  Anywho...out of the blue he starts paying a lot of attention to me.  This began a few weeks ago, and I thought it was kind of creepy, but I really didn't pay him too much attention.  However, after what has been happening lately...I am convinced he has an affinity for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time he sees me, he makes a point to come over to me and hug me.  Po could be on the opposite side of the room from me, but the minute he spots me he stops what he is doing and comes over to me.  Most of the time he doesn't even say anything...he just hugs me.  Now I hug almost all of my friends.  It's not really a big deal.  But you know how a hug lasts for only so long and then it ends?  And then there are those few seconds afterwards when that hug becomes a little less platonic?  That's how he has been hugging me the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was on my way to the music room and I spotted him from afar.  I tried to figure out a way I could get past him without being noticed, but it just wasn't possible.  I had to walk right past him.  He had a guitar and other muscial equipment in his hands but as soon as he saw me he dropped everything and came to give me a hug.  I went in the building and spoke with my choir director for a few and came out hoping he would be gone.  Po was outside waiting for me.  He hugged me goodbye and when I started to pull away he put his face to close to mine, if I had moved my head in any direction we would've kissed.  And he held onto me for what seemed like forever!  The other day he held me and stared into my eyes in a way that kind of creeped me out, but it was kind of breathtaking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my best friend Andre about this yesterday.  If I were straight...Po would be the perfect guy for me.  We are exactly alike.  We have so much in common because we like A LOT of the same things.  He's cute, he's kind of sweet in his own way...but I just can't see myself dating a boy.  It's just not going to happen...EVER!  My girlfriend thinks this whole situation is hilarious.  I, however, don't see the humor in it at all.  I don't know what to do.  Any suggestions?</content>
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