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  <title>silent. breathing.</title>
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  <updated>2007-09-15T01:57:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:6794</id>
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    <title>Lost</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T01:57:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T01:57:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My long lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubbling stream is gone now dear&lt;br /&gt;the desert summer took her&lt;br /&gt;my memories are drying up &lt;br /&gt;as the pond creeps down with water&lt;br /&gt;the beaver dens have crumbled round&lt;br /&gt;I never hear their playful sound&lt;br /&gt;the passion from those days so old&lt;br /&gt;could set a fire to the cold&lt;br /&gt;now the heat is from no rain&lt;br /&gt;the laughter here has turned to pain</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:6630</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2007-03-20T21:27:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-21T01:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-21T01:34:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Infinite Father&lt;br /&gt;Maker of mercy&lt;br /&gt;reign down&lt;br /&gt;sweet breath&lt;br /&gt;in me&lt;br /&gt;Father Creator&lt;br /&gt;master&lt;br /&gt;my Savior&lt;br /&gt;give life&lt;br /&gt;through me&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;my Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Savior&lt;br /&gt;and Healer&lt;br /&gt;fill my &lt;br /&gt;womb&lt;br /&gt;with love&lt;br /&gt;life anew&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;to thee</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:6196</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2007-03-16T03:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T08:02:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T08:02:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mother to &lt;br /&gt;the sun-goddess &lt;br /&gt;who sweeps &lt;br /&gt;the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;to the underbelly&lt;br /&gt;of a black whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mother to a single&lt;br /&gt;raindrop falling&lt;br /&gt;a red tent&lt;br /&gt;to a three second &lt;br /&gt;butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mother to&lt;br /&gt;an unwritten lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I am mother to a dream&lt;br /&gt;pasted onto the sleeve&lt;br /&gt;of a tank-top&lt;br /&gt;to a piece of ice&lt;br /&gt;on the breast of a lover&lt;br /&gt;I am mother to no other</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:6015</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2007-03-16T03:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T07:56:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T07:56:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You open&lt;br /&gt;tiny shell&lt;br /&gt;with your&lt;br /&gt;sea stone eyes&lt;br /&gt;pain whispers&lt;br /&gt;no surprise &lt;br /&gt;china man&lt;br /&gt;soft hand&lt;br /&gt;love away&lt;br /&gt;fear again&lt;br /&gt;because, I&lt;br /&gt;am yours&lt;br /&gt;long after&lt;br /&gt;midnight tears&lt;br /&gt;many moons&lt;br /&gt;following years&lt;br /&gt;of cracked dreams&lt;br /&gt;of drowning fears&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You visit&lt;br /&gt;smiling song&lt;br /&gt;my laugh&lt;br /&gt;lines glitter&lt;br /&gt;home is &lt;br /&gt;home sweat&lt;br /&gt;toil sweet&lt;br /&gt;boy&lt;br /&gt;We build&lt;br /&gt;portals heat&lt;br /&gt;on tears&lt;br /&gt;can't destroy&lt;br /&gt;fighting on &lt;br /&gt;golden steel&lt;br /&gt;built from&lt;br /&gt;sweat tears&lt;br /&gt;home is you&lt;br /&gt;I am here</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:5814</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2007-01-14T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T01:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T01:15:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This weekend has been eventful to say the least and I will tell you nothing. I read my last entry for the first time since I wrote it. Man was I that loopty lu? Whoa. I am on on even road right now and haven't felt so insane for hours. Ha ha J/K. Months. All is well at the homestead. I am obsessed with making babies. I want a baby so terribly much I can smell the baby powder. I know I'm young but my biological clock said now. I heard it loud and clear. I am enjoying my vast ensemble of friends. Whom I mostly see separately. I'm better one on one. I have an interview for an incredibly boring second job which I barely even want but am trying for. For money and because you can only get your house so clean. Christmas was full of retail hours, people living with me, and spirit. I had loads of it. I was incapable of taking the tree down and will never admit what day in January it finally got out of my house. I am already planning spectacular cheer that I will start spreading this year directly after Thanksgiving. I am trying to decipher the past days events. I am full of emotion. I am left going hmmm.... I am worn. I am tried. I mailed a letter today. I don't do anything anymore that numbs me. I am left to face every feeling head on. It's rough...really really rough. Those of you who already live a med free sober existence know how I'm feeling. I'm actually feeling. My eyes are bouncing on big bags of dark joy and sorrow.  I am so heavily feeling and everything is coming in so quickly my mind and body are overprocessing. If I was a computer I would be blanking a blue screen. I don't turn off. I may go on stand by. Someone reboot me. PLEASE. Tomorrow I go to funeral that I'm all cried out for. I am full of full of fullness and sad dreary truths. Sleep will come slowly and if dreams are for processing I'm in for a night.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:5487</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2006-07-07T16:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-07T21:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-07T21:01:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to cry. Hallucinations. Nightmares. Obsessions.&lt;br /&gt;My three new friends. &lt;br /&gt;I have become aquainted with the absence of reality.&lt;br /&gt;My need to find it is unquestionable.&lt;br /&gt;123123123123123123123&lt;br /&gt;567567567567&lt;br /&gt;Can you count for me? &lt;br /&gt;The tricky thing is..... I don't believe any of it. &lt;br /&gt;I question the truth of my thoughts endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Creates another obsession......&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;up down up down to the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is crazy really an art or are we all just jaded?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:5266</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2006-06-07T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T04:08:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T04:10:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Tonight has kind of withered down on me. Before I began to write I was angry. My dress reflecting red. With the first word emotion blanked out. And it's just us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms look weathered, and by that I mean tan. I like it on other people(a sun-kissed glow), but to me it looks like cancer or wrinkles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked today on the greenway. Theodore had two ticks on him that I just removed. One tick was dead and the other fought like hell in a glass of alcohol to stay alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk I went to the gym. I stayed in the sauna forever; my body refusing to sweat. Nothing seems worthy of writing. This whole entry seems worthless to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is sad angry tired angry tired of being angry sleepy too angry to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok adjust and- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive veinsoaked hands&lt;br /&gt;ease my sleep and mend my lands&lt;br /&gt;tears trip down heavy&lt;br /&gt;If I could just come&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;come &lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucidity lands grateful&lt;br /&gt;she wants&lt;br /&gt;to visit the pen&lt;br /&gt;If I could just&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;come &lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice girl smile pretty&lt;br /&gt;She dances for pity&lt;br /&gt;To visit your inn&lt;br /&gt;she'll spin for a penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is all&lt;br /&gt;done&lt;br /&gt;done &lt;br /&gt;done</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:4929</id>
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    <title>yuck</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T16:24:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T16:24:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am so blah blah blah today. My shoulders ache from trying to stay in the bed for too long. I am forcing myself to go walk. I am in a huge fog. A big achy post period depression fog. This always happens. I wonder what it is about my body chemistry that causes a backwards flux. Yuck.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:4617</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2006-06-01T00:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T04:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T04:21:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I never get any comments so I don't know if anyone is reading this. I don't think it really matters. Its more of the idea of having an audience than the reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Dharma and Greg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went hiking. It was most enjoyable. My calves are sore. I wanna be young forever. I also want my ideal bikini body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a long nap. My clock is very confused.</content>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2006-05-29T13:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T17:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-29T17:38:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My hair feels like straw. There are too many factors weighing on whether or not I get a haircut. I was supposed to work today but got to sleep in. It was a vicious unrestful sleep. I would have rather made money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Jump quickly and carefully to the rising point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I want to do that cost a penny. Which is lucky...I haven't got a penny. But....there is no one oh so fun that they would be as easily entertained. At least they aren't in the States. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go dancing and I want to go swimming. It's strange because I never ever want to do these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting cooky mid-afternoon. That's what we are calling it now..cooky. I bounce off the walls and cause a rucus. I pester my husband like an obsessed school girl. Its really fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ti da.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:4328</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2006-05-26T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-26T17:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-26T17:43:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Morning doesn't come easily for some people. Seems I never see it after sunrise anymore. I am unusually calm with the simpleness of life. I am pleased with it. I fall asleep happy he is mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed my hair was long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tips of my fingers are aching and I regret not learning when I was surrounded by those who could teach me. My competitiveness is really just masked insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television was for so long the pronounced enemy. My Mama taught me that. Had it been up to her we  would not have owned one. Now I am a captive of its fun. It plays when I am lonely. It plays when I am bored. The noise scares the ghosts away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be the girl who always has a book in her hand. I cannot be. I will be painting for two weeks only eating when told. My concentration is blurred on paper. My energy is high physical. And when I read                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read until the book is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like for all of my creative energy to be genius for one art. It is spread thinly  between many conquests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too baffled to write about him. It isn't easy for me to read him so I can't write him. Maybe when we are 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria is coming today. She always makes me question myself. I feel I could easily be a mother to a baby. Here is my breast. Here is my love. You are mine. I will protect you. But Mother to 9 yr old is a bit more complicated. I am just Jess- the step-mom. Less is expected.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will become trite if I don't stop now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:3993</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2006-05-05T01:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T05:25:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T05:25:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have been trying to beautify my lj to no avail. I am archaic. May is here and I really enjoy this month. I am not posting until i am able to make this a pleasurable place to be.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:3622</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-12-04T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T02:37:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T02:37:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:3527</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-11-12T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-13T01:25:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-13T01:25:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work well with others. That is, you're good at getting them to do work for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that you get by on your charm. But so what? You make people happy!&lt;br /&gt;You're dynamic, clever, and funny. And people like to have you around.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so restless, they better not expect you to stay around for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superstar charisma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Commitment means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Fuchsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-26T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T20:53:31Z</published>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:2925</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-26T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-26T20:46:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-26T20:46:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a job. Whew hew. I so didnt want one. But I got one because my husband is stressed. Hope he's happy. Im not.  I am excited about school though. I am going to go to the Art Institute. Its a twenty-one month program. Yeah. I am feeling a little blah blah blah. I have Victoria. Theodore is not gonna like having to be cooped up when Im at work. I dont want to leave him. It wont be that bad though. Once I make some money Ill be buying the groceries. Hopefully I'll have enough left over to spend on the house. I want Victoria's room finished by Feb. Thats my goal. Hopefully sooner. I want to scream. I am angry.  Dont know why. Ive started getting headaches. k im dun.</content>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-13T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-14T01:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T01:57:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/canceriansea/90769706501.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/canceriansea/90769557253.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/canceriansea/91956926213.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my new van lookin fierce. I know you all want my puppy because he is so darling. His name is Theodore. My surgery was painless. Im glad it's all over. Strangely the part of my body hurting most now is my back. The little girl holding my puppy is my new step-daughter Victoria. This journal entry is for Deb and Lauren, my temporarily foreign comrades. I miss you both so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its not the Eifel Tower but its one hell of a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to Eli, always.  tear...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:2081</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-12T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T03:30:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T03:30:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/canceriansea/anaisnin26.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anais. She is with me. I need strength so bad right now. I miss Debra. Tommorow they vacuum what is left of a child ouy of my womb. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:1855</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-09T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T19:49:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T19:49:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a puppy.  Life is wonderful. He is so sweet and training so fast. I take him everywhere I go. I had to leave him today. Its so hard. He's at Petsmart getting a puppy bath and nails trimmed. Oh I love him.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-04T16:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T20:51:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T20:51:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I drove around in my new van today. Oh how I love vans. Had lunch. Picked up Victoria and Isaac. Im tired. I dont know what to do next in life. The baby took me away from me. I lost all thought of myself. Everything for the baby. Now the baby is gone so I have to learn to live again.  All I think of is the house. Every drop of creative energy goes into planning for the house. There is no writing. No thinking of school. I plan to go back but I am not excited like I was before I became mother...wife. I want the firey passion back. I want to want it. I am not a machine who can go to school dispassionately and make the grade.  If I dont get the craving back I wont be able to do it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:1466</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-02T18:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T22:59:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T22:59:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We slept late. Bought Victoria Diet Root Beer. Didnt tell her it was diet. Got new deodorant. Degree quit on me. Ate Subway on the swing. Painted six inches of trim. Ate half a luigi's ice. Cried over my lost idenity.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:1060</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-10-01T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T02:29:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T02:30:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today is the best day Ive had in a while. Slept forever dreaming about houses. Wish I could draw, they were awesome. Woke up and my husband was here. That always cheers me up. We were gonna go trade in my car for a van but the place was closed. Instead we went shopping at Mary Jo's. We got cloth to make a curtain for my husband's new chill room. We scooped Victoria and went to Olive Garden for my aunt's b-day then went to a movie. Ive been setting up his room with all of his things. This is the most accomplished day Ive had in forever. And I was cheerful around Victoria. Yay!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:953</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-09-30T18:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T22:36:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T22:36:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am horrible stepmom. I can count the words Ive said to her in the past two weeks on my thumbs. I wanted to make margaritas tonight. Drown my sorrows with sweetness and salt. Fruity things make me forget pain. Ive been living off fruitscicles and Italian ice. Any minute I could go into labor with my little fetus. I miss the life in me so bad. I feel so dead. My husband said she could stay the night.  I dont want Victoria here to see me so lifeless. I dont have it in me to be anything for anyone. I feel so guilty for everything for not wanting her here, for missing her baptism, for not having life inside of me. emptiness...</content>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-09-28T12:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T16:54:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T16:55:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Car needs inspection. Wisdom teeth need out. Wrist needs orthapedic dr. House needs a maid. I need a job. and psychotherapy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:canceriansea:358</id>
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    <title>canceriansea @ 2005-09-28T01:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T05:07:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T05:19:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am numb. Like purple lips and novacain. no use dying inside. shes already gone.</content>
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