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  <title>to be different is a blessing</title>
  <subtitle>Misha</subtitle>
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    <name>Misha</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-30T05:18:58Z</updated>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-06-30T01:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T05:18:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T05:18:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WE MOVED!!!!!!!!&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;uhhhh....soooo.....i got really bored....sooo...uuuhhh......i made a new one....its called Lost_At_Home........check that one</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-05-21T09:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-21T13:52:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-21T13:52:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">as u all have probably realized i hardly EVER use this anymore.  those of you whole really know me, know part of the reason why.  And besides that i think i've just outgrown it.  I find myself checking it only for certain peoples entries and not giving a damn about others entries. Not to mention that no one seems to give a damn about my entries. SO im done with livejournal, i have a REAL journal to write in. those of you whos journals i faithfully comment in, i will still comment in but i think im just going to start being a real person and using the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-05-14T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T17:32:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-05-14T13:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T17:24:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T17:24:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>john legend- i can change</lj:music>
    <content type="html">touch me the right way and a smile comes to my face and my eyes light up.  Look at me the right way and i become warm and innocent again.  love me the right way and i become happy again.&lt;br /&gt;i've determined that by nature i am a nurturer, when it comes to people i care about and love i just want them to feel good, to feel happy, and to love me for my effort to help in that.  But i lose sight of what i need sometimes, not lose sight but rather forget to pursue it and i become accomidating.  I dont even realize it untill i start to become unhappy and feel unloved and just want to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to feel someones hand on mine and in that touch know that someone wants me to be happy just as bad as i want them to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Love is complicated and to desire a love and not recieve it is even more complicated because you cant force someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Ray for over an hour today and he said i dont act attracted to him.  I was shocked because he's that person whos touch makes me feel at home, makes me feel comfortable and just content and happy.  And thats when i realized that i'd become accomidating again, when he kisses me, i dont kiss him how i want to b kissed but rather i just let him kiss me and he can feel that. &lt;br /&gt;I cried for the majority of the conversation and after getting off the phone with him, our problems resolved, i still feel kind of down.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes burn and my head hurts and i dont really know why. &lt;br /&gt;Like i do sometimes i started this with a point and in jus "talking" about whats irkin me, i've forgotten my real point</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-04-02T22:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T03:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T03:13:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">do parents ever just believe and trust that their child can actually change for the better? That they can actually lose a bad habit?</content>
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    <title>BAHHHHHH</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T19:09:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T19:09:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sooooooo hungry.....no food, no transportation, nobody with me.....i wanna go c sin city u guys :-( and i wanna go eat (obviously) lol.....im sooooooooooo bored and huuunnnngrrryy</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-03-29T15:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T20:16:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-29T20:16:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">have u ever had a bunch of ppl around u but still felt all alone when something bad happens? ever wonder y no one calls when u really need to talk but cant seem to dial a number yourself?  Cornelius has luekemia.  My first love, my only love and he's dying. Somehow i'm handling this but i cant understand how, how i walk from day to day like nothings wrong.  He goes in for a blood transfusion 2mrw and his new girlfriend's going to the hospital with him. I'd go too but i couldnt even look at the girl, itd make the situation even harder.  I'd have to restrain myself from telling her that not only does she not know what love is but she will never know the complete and real cornelius.  It would tear me up on the inside to see him like that and then to see HER with him....is that selfish of me or only human?  I've shed all the tears i have 4 him, been crying for him 4 two years. Death comes fast, the moment we took our first breaths we started dying, our biological clock, our life timebomb started ticking, counting down to the end. Now cornelius's end may be here now, or may be here next month or next year, whenever it comes his clock has sped up, time has been stolen from him.  Even though he and i have been through our ups and downs and all our issues, i always knew he was there, never had to worry because he was still living in the same house, with the same people, at the same school.  Its just one more person i love and lose.</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-03-19T09:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-19T14:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-19T15:01:47Z</updated>
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(no sex)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cuddle with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have sex with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sing in a car with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] play strip poker with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] date me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ask me out?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] please me in more ways then 1?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] let me kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] get me a B-day gift?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] be my gf/bf?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] have a fling with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] buy me a drink?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bring me around your friends?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] give me a massage?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] love me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hang out with me more the 2 times a week?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] miss me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] enjoy being with me?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] re-post this for me to answer your questions&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Be my friend!!!!!</content>
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    <title>craving</title>
    <published>2005-03-06T04:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-06T04:47:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>back in the day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">right now im craving an out of body experiance.  Desiring to not be me, even if only briefly.  I dont understand why even when things are good, i still do not allow myself to be happy.  i should b happy right now, should b content in the life that im living.  yet im not, instead i jus feel....funny...i miss my childhood, i miss popcicles and lemonade,  miss sharing a bus seat with my 2 best friends and coming home to a blow up pool and running through sprinklers. i miss being in love....i miss being loved by a nonfamily member....miss the mutual, innocent infatuation that keeps him on my mind all day and once together, keeps our fingers intertwined for hours, keeps our lips from being able to b near each other without kissing and our faces to keep gravitating towards each other.  i miss the silences that werent akward but comfortable, i miss feeling safe, feeling like everything will b ok, like everything is ok, because im in love, because the person i love wont let anything go wrong for me and i wont let anything go wrong for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imiss...</content>
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    <title>poem</title>
    <published>2005-01-22T03:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-22T03:40:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DMX</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i finished the autobiography of DMX in like 3days, it was really good and jus made me like him even more.  He's one of my favorite rappers. DMX is the only rapper who i can jus vibe to on that tip like "damn ppl r fake" or "y do good ppl gotta experiance bad things" he jus hits me on a deeper level than most rappers. Em hits me deep when i got family problems and im mad at the world, nas hits me when im jus thinkin on societal issues, pac hits me like "im so glad my parents got out the hood so i can experiance the better things, so i can make a difference".  But X, he jus takes me to a whole nother level.  So after finishing the book i was sittin in class thinkin about the day2 day bullshit i deal with at lahser and i wrote this RAW ass poem....if u not feelin it or WHATEVER u think about it or about me writing it u can let me kno, u can let me kno if u dont understand....i jus wanna kno....jus gimme REAL comments.  Gracias mi amigos&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I try to see the world throught eyes unclouded&lt;br /&gt;Try not to judge; live and let live, dont make ppl feel crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet niggas still wanna test me, still tryin ta get a rise&lt;br /&gt;They push me 2 say "FUCK IT!" and jus roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dont like these niggas so their words jus add to my demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont give a fuck about me, so why am i alwayz on their minds&lt;br /&gt;They keep tryin to b in mines like theres somethin to find, yet they never just ask whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cool tho, they dont wanna hear what i gotta say noway&lt;br /&gt;"heard yo girls a ho, you cant do no betta?"&lt;br /&gt;"as much bread u got and braggin u do, whats good wit that old ass sweater"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you still talkin shit, you kno u jus got jumped.&lt;br /&gt;Aint do shit about it niether, you fuckin chump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So u think im a snitch? Aint gotta explain myself,&lt;br /&gt;cuz ALL yall hated on that ho ass bitch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh u think im gay nigga, what u wanna see me kiss a chick?&lt;br /&gt;How bout this: u can jus suck my dick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it really aint shit to me&lt;br /&gt;Especially&lt;br /&gt;When i got more balls than half tha niggas that surround me&lt;br /&gt;And they cant even handle me jus sayin what i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i keep to myself, keep the drama on low&lt;br /&gt;But somebody alwayz gotta step up and put on a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why tha fuck u in my face nigga, u kno we aint friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bruce]"oh u blazin? Lemme bring this to an end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"naw, lemme do that 4 u...i dont kno you, dont like u, if i was a nigga id prolly fight u.&lt;br /&gt;Stomp yo chest in so i aint have 2 hear u speak, and wouldnt feel bad cuz u aint shit 2 me.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to bring it to an end, so thats what imma do &lt;br /&gt;and all i need to say is FUCK U"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave niggas burnt by the shit i say&lt;br /&gt;But i stay real, spittin fire in they face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that im not friendly, they jus push me 2 my limit&lt;br /&gt;Then my smile fades and i gotta flip shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wit my baby face, theres still a dog inside and she aint nuthin nice&lt;br /&gt;The bitch in me dont hesitate to bite&lt;br /&gt;So dont step to me like u might wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;Cuz unsure niggas get ate quick, like minute rice&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;So yea im a hostile teen and i can accept that, but im sweet to those who r sweet to me and im still the big kid that most ppl kno and love, the kid's jus been thru some shit, thats all</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-01-09T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T05:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-09T05:53:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was gonna update this but once i got to the page i thought "for what, whats the fucking point. i feel like shit and an entry on the fucking internet and waiting 4 comments that r usually like 2 sentences like "feel better" and "love ya" and its jus not enough....i jus cant handle pouring myself out to ppl who find out when they find out.....most of the ppl saved as friends truly r friends, but they're friends i havent talked to in like 2ever so althought i love u guys, u prolly cant understand neway</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2005-01-06T23:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-07T04:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-07T04:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ray: u aint shit&lt;br /&gt;girl: wait, i am shit&lt;br /&gt;ray: o ok&lt;br /&gt;girl: wait, i aint shit&lt;br /&gt;ray: thats what i jus said&lt;br /&gt;girl: wait, i am shit&lt;br /&gt;ray: omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this really happened</content>
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    <title>HIIIGGHHH!!!</title>
    <published>2004-12-28T03:23:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-28T03:23:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mike jones-still tippin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">no i really am^^^^&lt;br /&gt;lmao, i was jus chiefin wit taylor, meco, darryl and chue....well chue didnt hit tha blunt, cuz she dont smoke but me and taylor blew smoke ALL in her face lol wow we're asshole....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey what kind of loser gets blowed and then updates their journal, mmeeeee....kno y? cuz i thoughtd it b funny 1 and 2 bc taylor broke the blunt, so im not really FULLY high, im sober enough to think to put this in my journal instead of jus sittin back and enjoying my high......yea well im misha and i do things differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my upperlip smells like weed, prolly cuz i smoked it down as low ass possible.....mmmmm weed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all 4 now kids</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-25T22:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T03:18:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T03:18:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"kids expect it to rain sometimes, but for one kid, i guess it just rained too much."&lt;br /&gt;   -antoine fisher&lt;br /&gt;read my mind</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-25T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-26T02:29:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-26T02:29:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>tupac-not that i dont trust u</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last nite, it was christmas eve (obviously) and upon realizing it, i couldnt stop crying.  My dad came over and i was forced to watch him decorate a tree that wasnt his, in a house that was no longer his home, waiting 4 a dinner cooked by his ex wife and taking care of his nephew who he never gets to see.  I couldnt handle that, and then in addition to that theres the fact that my family has fallen apart, that no one is happy with life, that everyone takes there unhappiness out on each other and that i, the most understanding one in the family has to put up with everyone elses bullshit and get caught up in their whirlwind of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dizzy and im tired&lt;br /&gt;im trapped and im clausterphobic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want them to leave me alone, i cant wait to move out. A year and a half and im gone, off to make whatever dumb or smart decisions i want. Off to smoke as much weed, drink as much alcohol and have as much sex as i want. Maybe a whole lot, maybe not.  People say that kids with the most strict parents freak out once they get older, and almost cant handle the freedom.  When i was little i would have never considered my parents strict, but now they suffocate me.  Im the type of person who cant learn lessons from them telling me, i have to learn through my own experiances, cuz thats how i was forced to do it when they werent paying me any attention.  Yet they cant handle the fact that they mentally and emotionally neglected me, that i learned to be so wise and mature on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even kno what else to say...</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-25T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T05:24:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T05:24:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">devins a liar, im now talkin to nate.</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-25T00:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T05:23:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T05:23:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what do they call christmas?....oh yea merry.....so uhhh merry christmas i guess.....whatev</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-23T23:31:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-24T04:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-24T04:59:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i sat in the backseat of a car today that belonged to someone i dont even kno.  Sure he was a friend of a friend, and my friend was in the car.  But i had to ask myself, what if i die?&lt;br /&gt;This boy i dont kno came into my house and had a conversation with my mom as if me and him have been friends, then as she walked upstairs he whispered "hi misha, im jay", whats wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im arguin with my brother and willing tears not to fall from my eyes.  I wish my family didnt have the power to make me feel so weak, so vulnerable. I just want to be happy. Happy with life, happy with my family, happy with my friends...satisfied. On the flip side, the perspective of my family really, im not satisfactory and nothing i do is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brand new belly ring keeps getting caught on my jeans, it hurts. i cant even get my belly button pierced right....greeatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching Cheaper by the Dozen yesterday and i got really depressed 4 the rest of the day. The one kid Marc/fed ex, the one rational child, who never got in anyone's way was the one kid no one understood, no one took the time to understand.  The after he ran away and they found him, the end scene when they ran across the football field to hug their dad, the tears fell. All i want is 4 my fam to be okay again, i miss the days when we were big and happy.  Disfunctional as angy other fam but content non the least.  Now everyones depressed and no one gets along.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;maybe im over reacting&lt;br /&gt;maybe my brother, being the regular killjoy that he is just messed me up and im not really this depressed...maybe, no not maybe, my knee does hurt&lt;br /&gt;im leaving now, done with live journal 4 the evening</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-22T23:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T04:55:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-23T04:55:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>santa baby</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ummmm.....im lookin 4 a love i feel i mite nvr find....got selections to make but its hard to keep goin thru the q&amp;a of gettin to kno someone and then knowin if they're 4 u.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watchin godsend, missin a homo party my cuzin was throwin :-( and jus contimplating on y i get so addicted to talkin 2 like 5 ppl at a time and ending up with none of them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i think i really like someone, somethin goes wrong, maybe i make myself too available.....maybe im not as desirable as i think......i dont kno....im jus focusin on the present now i kno that 4 sure.  i used to think about how this person and that person would fit with me in the future but i gotta focus on the present more so thats where its at and thats what im doin....wow i jus got EXTRA repetative....nice one mish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need some gum right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back on the effort takin from one task and put into another one, then wonder, "did i jus waste my time?".  Then the effects show through and when the answers no, i smack my forhead and put my head down thinking "y r u SUCH an idiot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god im rambling....i should stop.....&lt;br /&gt;now im thirsty, i think gods tellin me to shut the fuck up and go get water, well u kno what i have to say to that "YES SIR!"&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;mood: really more abstract than busy, i jus like the hamster on the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea keep runnin hammi, ull nvr get there....tool</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-19T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T03:12:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T03:12:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>iono</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey u guys i heard that afro man came out wit  gospel cd.....wow.....no comment......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it jus me or is it EXTRA lame when ppl from Black Planet send sexual notes like u really can confirm that they're not a 50 year old psychopath.........come on now, lets stop this foolishness....</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-12T18:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T23:20:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T23:20:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Strider4006: if i trip and my penis lands inside her cavern of love and i keep trying to slide out but i keep slipping....its not my fault&amp;lt;-----WHAT?!</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-12-11T19:00:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T00:00:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T00:00:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Musiq- Love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Basics&lt;br /&gt;Name: Misha aka mishamish aka mi-mi aka moo-moo aka mia&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: Nov 14&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Detroit fa sho&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: southfield/Detroit/oak park/bloomfield/birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Dark dark brown, black looking.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5' 1&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign:  Scorpio oh boi.&lt;br /&gt;Innie or Outie: innie&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Mexican Indian, African &lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: pink and black high top chuck t’s.&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: family&lt;br /&gt;Fears: failure and heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Pizza: cheese, pepperoni, ham, green peppers, onions, Italian sausage, mushrooms and butter cheese crust&lt;br /&gt;One thing You'd Like to Achieve: finding the ONE&lt;br /&gt;Clothing: comfy, fitted and cute&lt;br /&gt;Music: hip hop, rock alternative, old school and new school r&amp;b, gangsta rap, jazz, funk, 60’s and 70’s r&amp;b&lt;br /&gt;Make-up: only hc and prom&lt;br /&gt;Bodyart: Not yet, got plans tho&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: jeans, chuck t’s (see above), pink dkny sweater&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: lil wayne&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of: worried about joy.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you&lt;br /&gt;Bought: food&lt;br /&gt;Ate and drank: cranberry juice with 7up and shrimp lo mein&lt;br /&gt;Watched on TV: Blade&lt;br /&gt;Read: Huck Finn&lt;br /&gt;What is your&lt;br /&gt;Most overused phrase: well its not really a phrase, jus a word: LAME.&lt;br /&gt;First thoughts waking up: no not yet&lt;br /&gt;First feature you notice of the opposite sex: face/body, kinda at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Best physical feature: prolly my ass or my smile&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime: when I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Greatest fear: failure/heartbreak-- didn’t we go over this?&lt;br /&gt;Most missed memory: My dad.&lt;br /&gt;Either or&lt;br /&gt;Club or houseparty: either or&lt;br /&gt;Tea or coffee: fozen&lt;br /&gt;Achiever or slacker: lil bit of both&lt;br /&gt;Beer or cider: Cider 4 sure&lt;br /&gt;Drinks or shots: both&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs: both&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken: single unfortunatly&lt;br /&gt;Pen or pencil: Pen&lt;br /&gt;Gloves or mittens: neither&lt;br /&gt;Food or candy: Candy is foood....&lt;br /&gt;Cassette or cd: CD.&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: gross&lt;br /&gt;Hard or mild alcohol: hard&lt;br /&gt;Matches or a lighter: Lighters, such a variety&lt;br /&gt;Sunset beach or the bold and the beautiful: what?&lt;br /&gt;Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey: n/a&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald’s, mmmmm fries&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: either or, as long as im wit my boo&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: nike&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or coffee: don’t do either&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs: boxers&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: weed&lt;br /&gt;Curse: hell muthafuckin yea&lt;br /&gt;Sing well:  everynow and then&lt;br /&gt;Think you have been in love: once…a long time ago…&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: GOD YES!!&lt;br /&gt;Like highschool: no not really&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: fa sho, at 26ish&lt;br /&gt;Type with fingers on right keys: no, still fast tho&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: no not really, well once when I was like 9&lt;br /&gt;Think your attractive: yes&lt;br /&gt;Think your a health freak: nvr&lt;br /&gt;Get along with parents: I hate my mom&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms: any kind of rain is sexy&lt;br /&gt;In past month did/have you&lt;br /&gt;Consumed Alchohol: no, I was good last month&lt;br /&gt;Had sex: nope, definalty celebate 4 the moment&lt;br /&gt;Made out: kinda but not really&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date: yep&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: fa sho, bday money oh boi&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, I don’t do oreos&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: mmmmm, last night actually&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: yep, at northland&lt;br /&gt;Made home-made cookies:nope, im not domestic&lt;br /&gt;Been in love: nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: nov in MI, hell no&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: nope&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends: no, on my way&lt;br /&gt;Loved somebody so much it makes you cry: nope&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: yes, more than I need 2 comment on&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs: only weed&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law: yep. Weed and sex&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home: not yet&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: no&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a test: more than one&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipped: Nope, its on a list of things to do&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare: who hasn’t?&lt;br /&gt;Flashed someone: cant remember&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: LOL yep.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't know: like twice&lt;br /&gt;Been on a talk/game show: no, has neone NORMAL ever done that&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fight: not yet, jas wants to get her ass beat tho&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a fire truck: no, weird&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: Since i was 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;Come close to dying: No, jus wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your boy/girlfriend: once, not proud of it&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone a piggy back/shoulder: yea &lt;br /&gt;Eaten a worm/mud pie: nooo, akward.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: a lot&lt;br /&gt;Had a nightmare/dream that made you wake: a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: strip poker&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or completely intoxicated: yea, smoke till u cant c straight&lt;br /&gt;Been caught: nah, no one ever noticed me bein blowed&lt;br /&gt;Been Called a: prolly been behind my back&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: used to b a regular klepto&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Kill: No one “I would nvr wish death on nobody, cuz it aint no comin back from that” –biggie smalls&lt;br /&gt;Hear from: brian, we nvr talk nemore&lt;br /&gt;Get really wasted with: Aaha well if i did get wasted, it would be with my 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;Look like: Nobody, i like looking like me thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Be like: Nobody, once again.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Bruce Miller, god I hate seein that dumbass kid&lt;br /&gt;Make out with: Marvis Burns or Devin Miller (no relation^^)&lt;br /&gt;Have sex with: kinda got over my horny spell&lt;br /&gt;Go out with: marvis or devin or ray&lt;br /&gt;Last person who and when&lt;br /&gt;Touched: dad, hugged him 5 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;Talked to: courtney&lt;br /&gt;Hugged: see above&lt;br /&gt;IMed: marvis&lt;br /&gt;Kissed: devin&lt;br /&gt;Who broke your heart: Cornelius.&lt;br /&gt;You broke their heart: Cornelius&lt;br /&gt;Where do you&lt;br /&gt;Eat: any and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Dance: any and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Cry: in the dark, alone&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were: Cancun&lt;br /&gt;Have the most fun at?anywhere as long as im wit my REAL friends &lt;br /&gt;Have the worst time at: home&lt;br /&gt;What is&lt;br /&gt;The most embarrassing CD in your collection: backstreet boys, the VERY 1st one&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom like: its not really my room&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for breakfast: omlettes and waffles&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for lunch: ewww lunch&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing for dinner: pork chops, mashed potatoes and peas&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite Restaurant: hungry howies, do they count?&lt;br /&gt;Are you&lt;br /&gt;A vegetarian:GOD NO&lt;br /&gt;Good student: time to time&lt;br /&gt;Good at sports: o fasho&lt;br /&gt;Good singer: been covered&lt;br /&gt;Good actor: does lying count? Im good at that?&lt;br /&gt;Deep sleeper: best thing EVER&lt;br /&gt;Good dancer: fa sho&lt;br /&gt;Shy: not usually&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing: fa sho&lt;br /&gt;Good story teller: I like to think so&lt;br /&gt;Good kisser: DUH&lt;br /&gt;Good girlfriend/boyfriend: I try&lt;br /&gt;Your future&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: 25-26ish&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: 2, Malik Thomas, and I haven’t decided on my daughters name yet&lt;br /&gt;Describe your dream wedding: beach with white roses and a lagoon&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: quick&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go to college: Spelman or Howard&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: Psyciatrist&lt;br /&gt;Want to visit: Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;When you want to retire: as young as possible with as much money as possible&lt;br /&gt;Who you want to marry: the ONE&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;Love at first site: nope&lt;br /&gt;God/some higher being: yea&lt;br /&gt;True love: yea, jus cant find it&lt;br /&gt;Living happily ever after: yea, and I damn sure hope its possible</content>
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    <title>hiiiii</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T00:41:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T00:41:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>adeena howard- nasty grind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">im really horny.  jus thought i should share that with everyone.  me and tay and asia was all at my moms last nite talkin about different dudes, etc.  And ya kno i jus realied my hormones been ragin 4 the past few days.....and ive had no one to help fix that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont kno&lt;br /&gt;thats reallly the only thing i been thinkin about lately lol&lt;br /&gt;dont really have nething else to say&lt;br /&gt;im gunna stop putting my life in these things and jus put random shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea that sounds good&lt;br /&gt; bbye</content>
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    <title>bohemianqueen06 @ 2004-11-27T02:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-27T07:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-27T07:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OHHHHH YEEAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont talk to stefon, chris or louis nemore.  if these names dont sound familiar, ohhhh weeellll.</content>
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    <title>......</title>
    <published>2004-11-27T07:47:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-27T07:48:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lovers and friends  (DUH)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">uhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;i dont post as much nemore b.c. i dont have the internet at my dads house.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have much to say rite now, im chillin at the crizib, talkin to my boo Devin, stretched out on a couch with the feline mentality u all kno i have lol. &lt;br /&gt;i have the best friends ever, jus felt the need to bring that to light lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to i wanna say, nuthin maybe jus a song:&lt;br /&gt;Baby, how you doin&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you're fine&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what you've got in mind, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Got me feelin like Jodeci&lt;br /&gt;Girl I can't leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot of this here protrone&lt;br /&gt;And its gone be on&lt;br /&gt;VIP done got way too crowded&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to end up callin it a night&lt;br /&gt;You should, holla at your girl&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to shake in the scene&lt;br /&gt;Pull off beep beep shotgun in the GT with me&lt;br /&gt;She said Ooooohhh I'm ready to ride, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause once you get inside&lt;br /&gt;You can't change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean to sound impatient&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to promise baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Again... (Tell me again my baby)&lt;br /&gt;That We'll Be Lovers &amp; Friends... (Oh, I gotta know baby, Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Again... (Make sure you're right, oh, before we leave)&lt;br /&gt;That We'll Be Lovers &amp; Friends... (Oh, Oh its a good look baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris:&lt;br /&gt;Sometime wanna be your lover&lt;br /&gt;Sometime wanna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Sometime wanna hug ya&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands, slow dance while the record spins&lt;br /&gt;Opened up your heart cause you said I made you feel so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Used to play back then now you all grown up like rudy huxtable&lt;br /&gt;I could be your bud, you could beat me up&lt;br /&gt;Playfight in the dark then we both make love&lt;br /&gt;I do, anything just to feel your butt&lt;br /&gt;Why you, got me so messed up&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin&lt;br /&gt;Be a good girl now turn around and get these whippins&lt;br /&gt;You know you like it like that, you don't have to fight back&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pillow, bite that&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be settin separate plays so on all these separate days&lt;br /&gt;Your legs can go they separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Again... (Tell me again my baby)&lt;br /&gt;That We'll Be Lovers &amp; Friends... (Oh, It's a good look baby)&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Again... (Tell me over &amp; over &amp; over again)&lt;br /&gt;That We'll Be Lovers &amp; Friends... (Make sure you're right before you choose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Jon:&lt;br /&gt;I been knowin you for a long time (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I seen somethin' in you (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;That made me wanna get wit cha (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;You aint been nuttin but a friend to me (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;And a nigga never ever gree wit me (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;Up in here kissin huggin squeezin touchin (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;Up in the bathtub rub-a-dubbin (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you wanna go this route (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;I would never ever cross the line (shawty)&lt;br /&gt;Shawty let me hit ya to me one more time...one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Again... (Tell me again my baby)&lt;br /&gt;That We'll Be Lovers &amp; Friends... (Oh, It's a good look baby)&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Again... (Make sure you're right, oh, before we leave)&lt;br /&gt;That We'll Be Lovers &amp; Friends...(Tell me over and over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps my cuzin marc is the best person to hang with EVER, dont front like u aint kno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bbye now</content>
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