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  <title>Krystal</title>
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    <name>Krystal</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-05T17:27:07Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:32443</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2005-04-05T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T17:27:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T17:27:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to start these things?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Las Vegas this month. And to see the sox/yankees. So thats good. Getting my hair cut by sabrina this week. I put blonde in it again. Boring boring boring. &lt;br /&gt;I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;My sister is turning 15 this month as well. Weird. I'm 21 in four months (not counting april) and I'm so excited. Amanda has it counted down by the day. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know anyone who needs a nanny? Or needs one themselves? I want to be a nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just killed another whale. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:32255</id>
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    <title>clean out vivienne westwood in my galliano gown.</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T00:32:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-21T00:32:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never know how to start these entries anymore. I'm out of practice or something. But our tv is broken so I'm forced to go online when I don't feel like reading anymore. I miss Law and Order. Someone fix our tv!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Brandt and I didn't get up until 1. It was so nice. And so ridiculous. We watched Strange Love and smoked cigarettes and were lazy all day. I didn't get home until 3 or take a shower until 4, but that's alright. Everyday should be a lazy/boy day. No work. Ever. Last night we made pizza and watched The Village. I'm getting to the point where I have trouble sleeping when I have to do so solo. Plus his bed is much bigger than mine so I plan on moving into it sometime in the near future. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I have a movie date tonight I think, which I am looking forward to. I feel like I haven't seen her in a week, which is weird because I live with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a vacation in February and I decided to get another tattoo then. So excited. I need to save money. I'm starting to babysit for my aunt next week for extra, so that will be nice. And I love hanging out with my cousins so I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife will be home soon and our house is a mess. We need a maid.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:31925</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-12-30T19:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T00:18:16Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T03:16:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really nice christmas, can't wait for new years. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where Amanda is, hopefully not dead. My parents met new boy today. Haha. It went really well, he is the best. &lt;br /&gt;So apparently our parking nazi neighbor has been complaining about how amanda and I park and now our landlord is pissed and we might get kicked out for it? Awesome. I'm really glad that she came to us like an adult and tried to work it out first. Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love my ladies, my montana sweatshirt, my anchor necklace, my boy annnnd our christmas tree that will stay up for another month I bet. Oh and my thermals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice holiday &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:31543</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-12-06T18:09:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T23:23:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T23:23:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nice weather we're having.&lt;br /&gt;I took one look outside at work today and turned right back around and bought these fleece pants I've been eyeing for a couple weeks now. The snow is my excuse for buying something for myself when I should be buying other people presents. I want thermals really bad. The matching kind with snowflakes or sledding penguins on them. Where does one purchase such items??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for the wife and the girl under the tree to come home so we can watch Elf. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- we have the cutest christmas tree on the planet. seriously.</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-11-29T00:22:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-29T05:23:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-29T05:23:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It just keeps getting better and better.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:31207</id>
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    <title>Oh okay!</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T04:34:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-16T04:34:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This whole night deserves a big fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But um, I need a vacation. So it's probably about time to win the lottery. I should get on that. I feel like I need some time away. Especially before the holidays. Work is already insane. new job new job new job. Soooo who's in?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to take me out for hot chocolate. Hmph.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:30868</id>
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    <title>You were the best love I ever had.</title>
    <published>2004-11-09T05:45:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-09T05:45:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the last few days have been excellent, which makes certain other things a bit easier to bear. I saw Alfie on saturday night with amanda and missy. Sunday was a hellish day at work followed by another trip to the movies with my new canadian friend Kevin. Saw saw..again. Denny's afterwards and saw some lovelies there. Today I did errands with Canada and met up with Sabrina and we bought amazing things and then had a family movie night, complete with pets. Sydney and Ladybug. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Have to work in the morning soooo goodnight.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:30510</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-11-03T23:32:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-04T04:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-04T04:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So today was one of those days. Yep one of those. Was an hour late for work, felt like I looked like a boy all day. I was tired and super clumsy. I must have dropped 20 things at work today. Bush nonsense. Couldn't stop thinking about how my relationship is in shambles. I need some closure god fucking dammit. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager bought me a pair of boots from her husband's store, just because. I love her. Ended up going to 80s night after all. I love Keara and Sabrina. Missed Amandalove alot. Met the most beautiful twin boys I have ever seen. Hahah I'm such a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off tomorrow. Laundry day, errands day. Okay bye.</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-11-02T01:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-02T06:35:51Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-02T06:35:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've had more fun in the past week then I've had in the last few months. With a few exceptions. I fucking love my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance dance dance!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:30006</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-10-25T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-26T03:36:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-26T03:36:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For some reason this morning, I just lost it. It's like everything that is going to happen and is currently happening hit me in one huge wave. It took me forever to just compose myself enough to drive to work. I'm such a fucking mess. This happens all the time. Seriously, I hate being this way, losing control. I can't pretend to be okay with this for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions, you'd better get in check real fast. Or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the Red Sox are amazing. As is my roommate, who I love very much. &lt;br /&gt;I think 80's night tomorrow. Hopefully they will be playing the game again. I just want the weekend to be here. But as for now, I will continue to watch Beverly Hills Cop 2. Ahhhh the goddamn little tune they play every 3 minutes...I'm going to hear it in my sleep.</content>
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    <title>Magic Man</title>
    <published>2004-10-12T00:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-12T00:26:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I raided my mom's cd collection and stole her Heart cd. I love the first part of this song. All of it, really. But the first part the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold late night so long ago&lt;br /&gt;When I was not so strong you know&lt;br /&gt;A pretty man came to me&lt;br /&gt;Never seen eyes so blue&lt;br /&gt;You know I could not run away&lt;br /&gt;It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like he knew me&lt;br /&gt;He looked right through me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- whoever invented Swiss Orange Edy's ice cream deserves to be kissed right on the mouth.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:29579</id>
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    <title>I need to do the dishes.</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T03:36:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T03:36:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate being alone in the apartment all night. I'm severely creeped out that 'the Carver' from Nip/Tuck is going to chop me up into little bits right as I fall asleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Save me!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:29297</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-10-02T09:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-02T13:08:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-02T13:08:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Someone hang out with me tonight. I'm working until 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;Maine boy? Texxxxxt message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm late for work. Bye.</content>
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    <title>A risk.</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T01:51:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T01:51:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So tonight was a night for being alone, but not being able to handle being alone in your apartment. A night for driving around for a couple of hours chain smoking and blowing through red lights. Tonight was a night for exceeding the speed limit on the highway by way too much and letting the wind from the open window dry the tears that you're trying to suppress because you're so sick of them by now. It was a night for listening to loud music that alternately makes you feel sad, angry, and empowered. For feeling comforted because its nice to know that someone else has felt the same way and was able to express it the way you are unable to. It was a night for contemplating just when exactly you went crazy and why you let this happen again. Tonight you tried to decide whether or not you are going to trust your gut instict which has been questioned a million times in the past, but always proved to be right on. A night for making premature decisions that you probably won't even follow through with because you are weak. A night for not wanting to hear the other side or even caring to. You don't want to hear the full story because you never know if you can believe it and because you have a enormous trust issue which you feel you will never be able to get over. Tonight was a night for the damaged side of you to rise again and finish off any remaining ray of hope you can still muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a night for overly dramatic livejournal entries and for dropping $100 on a Lovecats purse because hey, you've got extra money in the bank to blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're right, you're right.</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-09-18T14:33:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-18T18:50:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-18T18:50:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the other day I got this little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v129/krystalmarie/hip.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got really sick and my head and throat hate me right now. I always get sick around the changing of the seasons. I'm glad it's fall weather though. I've had enough of this so called summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. Bye.</content>
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    <title>Fourteen days.</title>
    <published>2004-09-14T00:20:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-14T00:20:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmmm I love it when you have a really great weekend and then go into work the next day in a good mood and then have a horrible work day. Its almost as if the weekend never happened, or happened a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a show on baby orphan orangutans. I highly doubt I spelled that correctly. They wear little diapers and go to baby school to learn how to live in the wild again. Anyway I decided I would like one as a pet, but only if it stays little and loves me forever. He can sleep in a little basket with lots of blankets and I can carry it around in a little pouch wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not watch these kinds of shows.</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-09-04T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-05T03:14:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-05T03:14:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi, remind me to never date anyone who goes on tour around the country meeting tons of girls again. Thanks.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:28121</id>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-09-02T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T03:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T03:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today a guy came up to me while I was working and asked me if anyone had ever told me I looked like Ashley Simpson because he thought I looked exactly like her.&lt;br /&gt;Um way to make my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were spent celebrating the wife's birthday. I am becoming less of a recluse, which is good. I had lots of plans and saw lots of nice people. Although I will probably go back to staying home alone next week. Melissa and I are seeing Garden State tomorrow night. I miss my little sister. Well, both of them actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I am not starting school anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing to say ever. OK bye.</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-08-21T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T04:02:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T04:02:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the internet back. The apartment is lovely. So's the roomate. We have nice things and it is not trashy. Its cute. Come see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends should not go away on tour. I'm spending my saturday night watching The Best of Trading Spaces dvd that I got for my birthday. Its really great when people ask me to go out after work, but I'm too tired to do anything but lay around by myself and watch tv. Sometimes I feel like such an old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Mostly everything is good. I'm home all the time, but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, your "K" key on the laptop doesn't work very well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shesellseashell:27208</id>
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    <title>C'mon Fall, I am ready for you.</title>
    <published>2004-07-30T03:03:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-30T03:04:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">summer, schmummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to have the internet for a while after tomorrow night. But I hope you all will leave me lovely emails and comments and messages that I can read once we get a phone line and internet hooked up in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting a new cell phone with a new number. I'm getting rid of the old piece of crap one probably sometime early next week. So call me soon on the old one if you want the new number. Otherwise I will call you. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am excited and not done packing at all. I'm going to get on that right now even though I have no packing tape and everything is going to fall out of the bottom of my boxes when I lift them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-03-25T23:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T04:33:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-26T04:33:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img42.photobucket.com/albums/v129/krystalmarie/friends_only_what_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sick of weirdos reading and commenting on my journal.&lt;br /&gt;Comment to be added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.</content>
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    <title>Worst entry ever.</title>
    <published>2004-02-09T18:03:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-09T18:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Weekend was good/busy/interesting. &lt;br /&gt;I am: Running late for work already. Pissed about not having another day off until Saturday. Excited but nervous for tomorrow night. Freezing cold. Not going to catch up on sleep anytime soon. Confused about the truthfullness of others. Wanting that to not be me. Sleepy. Boring. Not using my new icon because it makes me look like I'm 12 (better pictures on myspace). Wanting to make a decision. Almost a smoker. Wanting it to be only me. Ready for spring and summer. Dressed nicely. Further away than you think. And leaving for work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day. xoxo.</content>
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    <title>shesellseashell @ 2004-02-04T09:48:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-04T14:50:04Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Holy shit, hahahaha. Amazing fucking night.</content>
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    <title>So uhh</title>
    <published>2004-02-01T19:58:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-01T19:58:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was alot of fun. I definately have a new found love for Peewee's Big Adventure. And video games. And dm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was more fun than I thought it would be. Which I am happy about. A little bit of lame-o drama, but whatev. Met some more people kinda. Had alot of fun with the one who I went to see. Didn't want to come home at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I don't know. I'm going shopping I think for a while. Amanda, come over and play video games with me. Eff the super bowl. I have allll nights off this week. So excited. I really, really hope Tuesday night works out. I have this hot little skirt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh anyways. What a slut. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;xo, Krystal.</content>
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    <title>Weekend</title>
    <published>2004-01-26T03:25:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-26T03:55:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last week was really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;But Friday night was really fun. Go to users/amanda311 for pictures. I felt the best I had in a while, even though I was kind of a bummer for the last couple of hours and just sat on the couch. But I liked it. The company was good. Such nice new kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was ehh. Today was the same. Tomorrow probably will be too, but I have the weekend to look forward to. It isn't that far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small complaining part of entry: (well, compared to the last few posts)&lt;br /&gt;I hate having nothing to come home to. And I hate sleeping alone. Bah!</content>
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