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  <title>The Book of Going Forth</title>
  <subtitle>Flipping the Birds: An Irreverent Guide to Egyptian Grammar</subtitle>
  <author>
    <email>halonrvrse@aol.com</email>
    <name>The Scribe, Excellent of Her Fingers</name>
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  <updated>2006-07-06T21:23:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:62062</id>
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    <issued>2006-07-06T16:21:00</issued>
    <title>::::blows dust off herself and her Journal::::</title>
    <published>2006-07-06T21:23:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-06T21:23:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thought I'd just leave a note saying that I was alive.  The "well" part I'm not sure about, but I'm here, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:61880</id>
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    <issued>2005-11-04T12:56:00</issued>
    <title>Room Without A View</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T19:06:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T19:07:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What's happened to all of us, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just mean we don't sit on here and comment to each other like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; my friends anymore.  I can barely get us on the phone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah, blah, "it can't be like it was in back in the day", etc., etc., but I really want to know what everyone's actually &lt;b&gt;doing&lt;/b&gt; with their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean people like der_m get a pass b/c they're out of state at college, but where are the rest of you, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to phalkon, &lt;br /&gt;and suncrushr&lt;br /&gt;and der_m &lt;br /&gt;and blackripe&lt;br /&gt;and darkman424&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody else everywhere else on the other journals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of club friends, but my &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt; that used to club don't go anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:61647</id>
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    <issued>2005-08-30T12:35:00</issued>
    <title>Crickets...</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T17:42:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T17:42:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, it's really...um...&lt;b&gt;dead&lt;/b&gt; here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::smiles::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I expect any less of you, my pretty darlings.  I've been very quiet as well.  Life hasn't left much time for writing, and believe me, I remember when I've said that before, but at least this time around my life is far better than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, and successful...and in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that pretty much says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::curls up underneath her armor and falls asleep::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:61316</id>
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    <issued>2005-07-14T12:32:00</issued>
    <title>Strange Dreams, Indeed...</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T17:45:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T17:40:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to sleep quite disturbed last night, so I suppose I should have seen this coming.  You know what I'm talking about...When you're subconscious says to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey, you're not done with this yet.  You couldn't settle this in your waking life so now I have to do it here.  Damn you.  You're going to be tired in the morning.  When are you ever going to stop &lt;b&gt;thinking&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it &lt;b&gt;schwas&lt;/b&gt; that I dreamed a dream last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very hard for me to remember how most of my dreams begin, but I know what happens in the middle. (They usually get cut off before the end, if you ever needed to have that knowledge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself having an in-depth conversation with one of my ex's over what must have been a lovely meal in a random low-lit restaurant.  We don't appear mad at each other, or upset in any way, but you can tell we're not together.  I view much of the beginning from a 3rd-person perspective, but in my dreams, I also move into 1st-person from moment to moment.  It would be very strange outside of the dream, but feels perfectly natural while I'm in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continues, but I'm really not the one talking.  I say something, and gesture with my left hand, which has the &lt;b&gt;Onyx&lt;/b&gt; on it.  He catches my hand, and tries to place another ring on my finger.  &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt; know the kind...Only it has some sort of iridescent purple stone - not an amethyst - in the center.  Obviously, since I'm already wearing a ring on that finger, I don't understand what's going on.  He didn't try to take the other one off or even ask me to do it.  I'm confused, but also becoming slightly angry that someone would try to replace what I already have.  Before I can take it off my finger, though, I look down, and the stone in his ring has fallen out.  It looks as if the ring might break right before my eyes.  I just look at him, remove his ring, place it on the table and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for a little dream interpretation?  I'm open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt;  Just so we're all clear on this...He did not give me a &lt;b&gt;cheap&lt;/b&gt; ring.  The ring was much more expensive than the one I'm wearing...What I'm saying about the ring is, when I looked away for a moment and then went to remove it, the ring had begun to rapidly decay and corrode before my eyes, probably from the second I had it placed on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADDENDUM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a moment to check out some dream interpretation sites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rings often symbolize promises or commitments, both literally and figuratively.  However, if you have dreamed about a &lt;b&gt;broken ring&lt;/b&gt; or one &lt;b&gt;that has lost its stone&lt;/b&gt; this symbolizes your disappointment and unhappiness in the relationship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:61103</id>
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    <issued>2005-06-23T09:14:00</issued>
    <title>Happy Birthday, Phalkon!</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T14:21:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T14:21:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">::::throws confetti while &lt;b&gt;Akhet&lt;/b&gt; flashes her lights::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are my favorite bird in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the great times this year so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Falling down the stairs with the &lt;b&gt;Kitten&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Bondage nights at &lt;b&gt;Exit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching &lt;b&gt;Invader Zim&lt;/b&gt; at your house&lt;br /&gt;- Eating &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; too much junk food watching &lt;b&gt;Kung Fu Hustle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Getting pictures taken at &lt;b&gt;Noctunra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leaving &lt;b&gt;Nocturna&lt;/b&gt; and getting our collective groove on at &lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Schfifty-five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just a sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time tonight, and I miss you!  We need to hang out sometime.  Let a &lt;b&gt;Kitten&lt;/b&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:60916</id>
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    <issued>2005-06-21T12:13:00</issued>
    <title>Onyx and Turquoise</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T17:22:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T17:23:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have these new pieces of armor.  It was rather strange how I came to own them.  Neither of them were mine to begin with.  I was just watching over them, really.  But when I offered to give them back to their rightful owners, they both said they didn't know what I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find both pieces to be incredibly comforting, each in their own special way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I should show off the piece I had made for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and wouldn't you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy a &lt;b&gt;mask&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point of this all is, with the new armor I have, I've been able to remove some of the old pieces from time to time, when I think it is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not sleep with weapons by my side, but apparently now, I do actually sleep with one &lt;b&gt;eye&lt;/b&gt; open.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can never be too careful...You know, being a &lt;b&gt;ninja&lt;/b&gt; and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::laughs::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Akhet...Let's take a break from work and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:60455</id>
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    <issued>2005-06-10T10:34:00</issued>
    <title>Native Soil</title>
    <published>2005-06-10T15:47:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-10T15:47:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For each and every one of you that has come home or will be home soon, I welcome you.  I know that not all of you can stay, but at least for a while, you tread the same earth as me, and I am grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;b&gt;Homeward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hallowed lands so far behind&lt;br /&gt;As fleeting dreams still linger&lt;br /&gt;Like distant voices through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like grains of sand cast from my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd go this far&lt;br /&gt;Without a star to cross the seas&lt;br /&gt;So far from shores I'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;Still far from shores I've yet to reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to find the strength I need&lt;br /&gt;To calm the doubts in my belief&lt;br /&gt;With the will, I know my heart won't break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I have strength, then I've belief&lt;br /&gt;If I have love, my heart still beats&lt;br /&gt;Here under stars&lt;br /&gt;Far from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture fades, the light recedes&lt;br /&gt;The sound is lost in whispers&lt;br /&gt;My recollections once clear and pure&lt;br /&gt;Now distant lights that dim with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd go this far&lt;br /&gt;Without a star to cross the seas&lt;br /&gt;So far from shores I'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;Still far from shores I've yet to reach&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:60177</id>
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    <issued>2005-06-07T12:05:00</issued>
    <title>Advisory</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T17:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T17:06:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Try to take my armor off again, and it will be the last thing you ever see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:60057</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-27T16:26:00</issued>
    <title>LDO: Upgraded</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T21:27:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T21:27:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So...What do you think of my new icon that darkman424 was so generous as to &lt;b&gt;burninate&lt;/b&gt; for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:59890</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-26T12:36:00</issued>
    <title>Warning</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T17:38:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T17:38:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do not make me use my scalpels.  I am extremely dangerous with blades.  Back away slowly, and no one gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:59496</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-17T00:05:00</issued>
    <title>Faeth En Ztatik 4EVR</title>
    <published>2005-05-17T04:49:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T19:33:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Z,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years since you've been gone.  I still miss you.  I've thought about you quite a bit over the last year.  I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know there's a reason which escapes me even now.  I met one of your old girlfriends just recently.  I had never known her before.  I like her.  She seems like a good girl.  A little lost, but has a good heart...Just like &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; did.  She misses you terribly.  She's so young, and so broken, and no one wants to talk about you with her, except &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;...And I know, I know.  We weren't the closest friends.  I tried in my way, but I wanted to let well enough alone with you sometimes, because that's what you always wanted.  You didn't want the spotlight...That's why you couldn't have looked any more nervous then when they threw us up on stage at &lt;b&gt;Chasers&lt;/b&gt; the first night we met.  I was scared because it was my first night there, and I didn't know what was going on, or who all those people were, or why they were practically dragging us up there and yelling...All because they wanted to do the "Best-Dressed Contest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::laughs::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they couldn't choose between us, so they picked us both.  I was watching your face.  I remember complimenting you, and you looked at your boots and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'll remember your &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you so much...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I see a glimpse of you here and there when I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I keep thinking I'm going to see you, in a corner somewhere, with your eyes closed, and a half-smile playing on your lips, swaying ever so slightly to the music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; music.  Phalkon gave me a copy.  I'm going to listen to it today at work and remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had touched your heart the way you touched mine...It's a cross I've carried for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you in my way.  I'm so very sorry, Z.  For everything.  This is one time that I can't try to fix anything...One time that I absolutely &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it &lt;b&gt;eats away&lt;/b&gt; at me, Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm still crying, long after you're gone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Remembrance Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady DarkOne</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:59164</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-13T09:03:00</issued>
    <title>Auf Wiedersein, Mein Freund.</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T14:07:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T14:08:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Please join me in wishing der_m the best on his journey to the &lt;b&gt;Fatherland&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping he picked up a few good travel tips from me, otherwise he'll be sitting on the side of the road with a sign that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WILL WORK FOR JAGER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::smiles::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take lots of pictures, especially the "1st cigarette in Europe,"  and here's hoping you run into more Germans than tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know I'm still serious about sending you money to buy cool German things, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, keep your socks up and your glasses on and you should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, and godspeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reise, reise!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:59039</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-11T21:39:00</issued>
    <title>You're So Much Happier Now, Aren't You?</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T02:46:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T02:46:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, this is worse than you ever imagined it would be, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never agreed how it would all be in the end, because I knew better than to try to predict the future...But the future is now, staring you in the face with murderous eyes, steely-hearted, and waiting to grab you in the darkness...and make sure that you &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do, my brave Warrior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to care less and less, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll watch from the sidelines...since that's where you wanted me to be anyway.  No interference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fucking problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep all your &lt;b&gt;static&lt;/b&gt; to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:58774</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-10T13:05:00</issued>
    <title>Fortune Cookie</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T18:07:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T18:07:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LDO gave in to the &lt;b&gt;Chinese food demons&lt;/b&gt; today and had some Lo Mein...Then it was time for the fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You will be freed from the heavy burdens you've been carrying&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:58405</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-06T15:27:00</issued>
    <title>Mistaken (Gender) Identity</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T20:31:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T20:31:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">::::LDO walks behind a seated &lt;b&gt;Account Manager&lt;/b&gt;::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::&lt;b&gt;Account Manager&lt;/b&gt; turns around and looks up::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Startled) &lt;b&gt;AM&lt;/b&gt;: Oh, I thought you were Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LDO&lt;/b&gt;:  I get that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:58134</id>
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    <issued>2005-05-04T11:44:00</issued>
    <title>Now for an announcement...</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T16:51:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T16:52:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy Birthday to the &lt;b&gt;Diva&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::throws confetti::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::whispers at Akhet::::Psst!  You're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::Akhet flashes her lights and the stereo plays "Happy Birthday"::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't read my journals, but I can't help wishing her well on her special day.  She's...well...In true &lt;b&gt;Diva&lt;/b&gt; fashion she'd beat me with a stiletto if I told you how old she was.  Some of you know.  But hey, you cannot deny it, and neither can I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear gods, let me look that good when I'm her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought her exactly what she asked for, and I think I'll stop to get her some exotic flowers on the way home from work.  She's the best Mother in the entire universe.  She's my friend, also, and not everyone gets to have that.  And if it wasn't for her, I don't know what I'd do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, and Happy early Mother's Day, too.  (Angel and I bought her a very beautiful gold tipped rose.  Hope she likes it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:57974</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/57974.html"/>
    <issued>2005-05-03T23:25:00</issued>
    <title>A Life Less Ordinary</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T04:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T04:31:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been feeling strange&lt;br /&gt;Left in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Fighting through madness&lt;br /&gt;Feeling torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come&lt;br /&gt;For a change&lt;br /&gt;It's a chance for me&lt;br /&gt;To take center stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of my detractors&lt;br /&gt;Will not conquer me&lt;br /&gt;In my search for &lt;br /&gt;A life less ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't hearing me&lt;br /&gt;I won't play pretend&lt;br /&gt;Or explain emotions&lt;br /&gt;I need not defend&lt;br /&gt;But you're in my face&lt;br /&gt;And you're in my way&lt;br /&gt;Well, we never agreed&lt;br /&gt;On anything, anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your arms&lt;br /&gt;To carry me&lt;br /&gt;A door is opening to&lt;br /&gt;A life less ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking in circles&lt;br /&gt;I used to think so much&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of&lt;br /&gt;Dissecting what I touch&lt;br /&gt;So here's where it ends&lt;br /&gt;You can wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;Or you can curse my name&lt;br /&gt;I really don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wish for you&lt;br /&gt;Standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;While in pursuit of&lt;br /&gt;A life less ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems&lt;br /&gt;That was not to be&lt;br /&gt;Because you refused&lt;br /&gt;To accept me...&lt;br /&gt;(For who I was&lt;br /&gt;And what I may be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:57738</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/57738.html"/>
    <issued>2005-05-03T12:21:00</issued>
    <title>Blue PVC and Red Fur</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T17:28:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T17:28:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's what you saw this weekend, or not, as the case may be.  (No, my Polish friends, decidedly &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; at the same time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an excellent weekend.  A little strange, but not painful, except for the music at &lt;b&gt;Nocturna&lt;/b&gt;.  I swear to you now, I can only handle a couple of hours and then I get agitated and violent and need to go to &lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;.  It was good to see everyone, and awesome to dance with Phalkon, der_m, privateer, and suncrushr.  Even blackripe and deadpyro666 came out on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked the house down at &lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt; that night, though.  Holy crap.  For those that didn't see it, this is the only way to describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LDO: Now equipped with &lt;b&gt;overdrive&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't actually felt anything in my legs from dancing since about well, (sigh) September.  This was a whole new kind of insanity.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're hard to keep up with, you know that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::laughter::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can keep up with me.  Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: People screaming out of their cars at me was also a nice bonus to the night.</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:57450</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/57450.html"/>
    <issued>2005-04-25T12:54:00</issued>
    <title>You remind me of better days gone by...</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T18:01:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T18:01:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know that you don't even read this anymore, so if I really wanted to tell you these things I would just pick up the phone, but, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, I just can't do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some days when it &lt;b&gt;sucks&lt;/b&gt; being without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like getting kicked out of &lt;b&gt;Eden&lt;/b&gt; all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on a diet of ashes, and every time I speak your name, shards of glass slice me open inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reminders, so many memories...I think this is the first time that &lt;b&gt;I've&lt;/b&gt; ever thought about leaving it all behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to know now that deep, down inside, what I feared all along was &lt;b&gt;true&lt;/b&gt;, I am broken all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hate you, but there's no reason for it, and it wouldn't be any easier, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even be mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you...and I will miss you more than you will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:57295</id>
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    <issued>2005-04-21T12:49:00</issued>
    <title>Meanwhile, in LDO's Garage...</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T17:55:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T17:55:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">::::sits on the floor, looking at Akhet::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say they don't believe in you.  They don't think you're real.  I'm just making you up, and it's a total joke that you look the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::Akhet's lights dim::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::LDO strokes the hood with a leather glove::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People didn't believe in &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; until they met me, either....&lt;br /&gt;That's why you are the &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; car for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'nkh.ti snb.ti wdja.ti&lt;/b&gt;, Akhet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::lights brighten::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:57044</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/57044.html"/>
    <issued>2005-04-19T23:29:00</issued>
    <title>Kittens on Wheels</title>
    <published>2005-04-20T04:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-20T04:38:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, my Readers, how long have we all wished and prayed for this day...(Some of you more than others, but that is neither here nor there right now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought the &lt;b&gt;Car&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.  She is all mine.  I can barely believe it.  I drove her out of the dealership tonight and I keep going outside just to &lt;b&gt;look&lt;/b&gt; at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kind of &lt;b&gt;Car&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to see what she looks like in person, but if you must have the info right now, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Specs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Chevrolet Cavalier LS Sport&lt;br /&gt;11,000 miles&lt;br /&gt;1 60 yr-old previous owner that just had to trade her in for an '05 Cobalt (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;moonroof&lt;br /&gt;rims&lt;br /&gt;awesome sound system&lt;br /&gt;tinted windows&lt;br /&gt;and a bunch of other crap that I don't feel the need to discuss because it's a given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and trust me, you'll see her coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's bright &lt;b&gt;yellow&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Now you'll never see me again...just her as she blows past you on the highway to &lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Oh yeah, one more thing.  She's bought and paid for.  No financing.  Since I did need to take her right away, and she was more expensive than I had orginally thought I would pay, I got a temporary loan from the &lt;b&gt;Diva,&lt;/b&gt; but she'll get back every cent by next month.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:56785</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/56785.html"/>
    <issued>2005-04-19T09:45:00</issued>
    <title>An Announcement</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T14:54:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T14:54:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A &lt;b&gt;_shift&lt;/b&gt; has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:56350</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/56350.html"/>
    <issued>2005-04-14T13:22:00</issued>
    <title>Then the waters rose...</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T18:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T18:28:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and consumed everything in their path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really fun, lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotionally&lt;/b&gt;, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I'm pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, I'm still sharper than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::waves her hand and sighs::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, changes are on their way.  (The &lt;b&gt;Machine&lt;/b&gt; will process more efficiently, and all of that techno-speak that I will not generate now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, they will be good.&lt;br /&gt;If not, well, at least it will be &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt; and different is good, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:  Soon I will do something I have waited for quite some time to do.  I hope I am ready for it.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:56150</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/56150.html"/>
    <issued>2005-04-07T22:58:00</issued>
    <title>This is one whole week I'm not going to get back...</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T04:00:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-08T04:00:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">..and the weekend isn't looking good, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the impotent fist-shaking commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:deadjournal.com:atom1:ladydarkone:56013</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ladydarkone.deadjournal.com/56013.html"/>
    <issued>2005-04-01T12:28:00</issued>
    <title>LDO's New Motto</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T18:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-01T18:31:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Strong enough to be(at) a man, biologically born a woman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see some &lt;b&gt;dancing&lt;/b&gt;, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---LDO</content>
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