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		<title>a nice day for a white wedding</title>
		<link>http://becomingsage.wordpress.com/2008/05/16/a-nice-day-for-a-white-wedding/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 16:17:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Congrats to Ellen Degeneres, Portia de Rossi,
and the California Supreme Court.
You&#8217;ve all made a fantastic decision.
Incase you haven&#8217;t heard and have no idea
what I&#8217;m talking about&#8230;Thursday the
California Supreme Court layed the smackdown
on a law banning gay marriage and Ellen
announced on her show that she and Portia
will get married&#8230;the video made me
get a little teary eyed. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=121&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>Congrats to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ellen_Degeneres" target="_blank">Ellen Degeneres</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portia_de_Rossi" target="_blank">Portia de Rossi</a>,<br />
and the California Supreme Court.<br />
<a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/show/35584/news/urn:newsml:tv.eonline.com:20080516:75f1bc3b6bd3_479f_bd43_de7c9db7308b__ER" target="_blank">You&#8217;ve all made a fantastic decision.</a><br />
Incase you haven&#8217;t heard and have no idea<br />
what I&#8217;m talking about&#8230;Thursday the<br />
<a href="http://www.courtinfo.ca.gov/courts/supreme/highprofile/" target="_blank">California Supreme Court </a>layed the smackdown<br />
on a law banning gay marriage and Ellen<br />
announced on <a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/" target="_blank">her show </a>that she and Portia<br />
will get married&#8230;the video made me<br />
get a little teary eyed. Great job California!!<br />
Illinois get your ass in gear</p>
<p><a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/2008/05/ellens_getting_married.php" target="_blank">here&#8217;s the video =)</a></p>
<p><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AofzLsvTsM0" target="_blank">mood music</a></p>
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		<title>douche bag at target</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 06:27:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i was at Target picking up some wrapping paper
2 women in front of me
#1 pays and begins to leave, #2 only has 2 things
#2 is paying when #1 comes back says &#8220;HEY!&#8221;
(yells like parents to their kids at walmart)
points to her receipt and says that she was supposed
to have 79 cents back she only got [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=120&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>i was at Target picking up some wrapping paper<br />
2 women in front of me<br />
#1 pays and begins to leave, #2 only has 2 things<br />
#2 is paying when #1 comes back says &#8220;HEY!&#8221;<br />
(yells like parents to their kids at walmart)<br />
points to her receipt and says that she was supposed<br />
to have 79 cents back she only got 76<br />
thats right bitching over 3 cents<br />
poor cashier is speechless<br />
really i know gas is crazy but 3 cents come on<br />
#1 is now holding up a line of about 8 people<br />
and we&#8217;re all looking at her in disbelief<br />
i&#8217;ve been in the cashiers shoes before<br />
once a lady paid with extra change expecting<br />
50 cents back&#8230;well she can&#8217;t add she was getting 45<br />
so i gave her 45, which causes her to throw a fit<br />
she screams at me like i&#8217;m an idiot<br />
so i go over to my manager<br />
tell him the amount of money i was given<br />
and the total of the bill and how that<br />
CLEARLY is 45 cents..and said<br />
how do i explain this to her<br />
my manager handed me a calculator<br />
now anyone who&#8217;s worked in a &#8220;service&#8221; position<br />
knows how awesome this is going to be&#8230;<br />
thats right in front of a now long line of people<br />
i instructed the woman on math using a calculator<br />
and assured her that unless the calculator<br />
was not calculating then her correct change was 45 cents<br />
so the bitch handed me a nickel<br />
now i should have handed her 50 cents in dimes<br />
but i got plenty of satisfaction handing<br />
her those 2 little quarters<br />
so back to target, that is what i was<br />
thinking of when this lady was demanding her 3 cents<br />
well the poor cashier can&#8217;t get the register to open<br />
because its out of paper, i don&#8217;t have change on<br />
me because i was buying wrapping paper<br />
i had a $5 bill, my keys, and cell phone<br />
then the most beautiful thing happened<br />
#2 said i&#8217;ve got change for you<br />
and out of her purse pulls out a handful of change<br />
and dumps it into #1&#8217;s hands<br />
pennies, nickels, and dimes fell allover the floor<br />
i could not stop laughing<br />
#1 didn&#8217;t say a word and left<br />
the cashier was too scared to laugh<br />
but you could see he wanted to</p>
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		<title>anniversary of what</title>
		<link>http://becomingsage.wordpress.com/2008/05/06/anniversary-of-what/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 19:35:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[downward spiral]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[i&#8217;m officially an adult
by that i mean that i&#8217;m on a budget
putting my electric bill before my bar fund
no more cable so i can pay my gas bill
i went to my mom&#8217;s sunday so she could
help me figure it all out
i&#8217;ve always had a roommate so bills
were easy now i have to make up for [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=119&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>i&#8217;m officially an adult<br />
by that i mean that i&#8217;m on a budget<br />
putting my electric bill before my bar fund<br />
no more cable so i can pay my gas bill<br />
i went to my mom&#8217;s sunday so she could<br />
help me figure it all out<br />
i&#8217;ve always had a roommate so bills<br />
were easy now i have to make up for a whole person<br />
i&#8217;m going to be scraping by<br />
myself my mom and my step dad<br />
were all figuring that i&#8217;d be getting<br />
by with about 75 to spare a month<br />
whoo hoo! &#8230;..<br />
i need a new job and a roommate<br />
i was about to cry, i bust my ass at work<br />
12hr shifts 3 days a week no breaks ever<br />
over 40hrs a week even on my days off i end up<br />
having to go in and fix shit because i&#8217;m the only one<br />
who can&#8230;<br />
my step dad said he was really proud of me<br />
and if i needed help he would do it no questions<br />
because i was working hard not just blowing my money<br />
like his kids do<br />
my mom hugged me and said not to worry<br />
then i did cry&#8230;right then i had a family<br />
im thinking its going to be a long long time<br />
before i come out to them<br />
i know their love has conditions<br />
and i probably deserve better<br />
but i think its normal to want family<br />
i haven&#8217;t called or messaged &#8220;anie&#8221;<br />
she hasnt contacted me either though<br />
its hard to talk to her and know<br />
that theres a wall there<br />
to actually know and sense that<br />
once i didn&#8217;t know where i began and she ended<br />
we were so close we were the same<br />
and now&#8230;now its like i ran into a friend from high school<br />
except i actually care about her<br />
then if it gets personal she talks about a guy<br />
this guy is such a douche-bag&#8230;ugh&#8230;<br />
2 years ago today we got married<br />
sure it wasn&#8217;t real but her calling me<br />
everyday, calling me wifey&#8230;<br />
how could i not fall in love<br />
she took it there<br />
do straight girls have fake weddings with their friends?<br />
honestly do they?</p>
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		<title>nothing much</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 04:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[not much new has happened
i emailed &#8220;annie&#8221; asking how she was
she emailed me back
exciting i know
i got drunk and emailed a friend
that lives 3 states away and told her
in many misspelled words that i was in love with a girl
i&#8217;m not even sure she could understand it
i find myself more and more comfortable
with the fact [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=118&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>not much new has happened<br />
i emailed &#8220;annie&#8221; asking how she was<br />
she emailed me back<br />
exciting i know<br />
i got drunk and emailed a friend<br />
that lives 3 states away and told her<br />
in many misspelled words that i was in love with a girl<br />
i&#8217;m not even sure she could understand it<br />
i find myself more and more comfortable<br />
with the fact that i might be more lesbian than bisexual<br />
except i still find lots of guys sexy<br />
but i definately see myself with another woman<br />
i keep wanting to tell people but i don&#8217;t<br />
because i don&#8217;t want some people to know yet<br />
everything has been pretty boring lately</p>
<p><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JzigDWOweVw" target="_blank">today&#8217;s song</a></p>
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		<title>100</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 22:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[everyone has a 100 about me post
i finally decided to do one..it was ridiculously hard
i&#8217;m more of a question and answer type person
so after reading through this if you have some questions ask
100. I have blue-ish eyes..sometimes they are a little gray or green&#8230;i think
99. I have bells palsy&#8230;thats why i make goofy faces..i woke [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=117&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>everyone has a 100 about me post<br />
i finally decided to do one..it was ridiculously hard<br />
i&#8217;m more of a question and answer type person<br />
so after reading through this if you have some questions ask</p>
<p>100. I have blue-ish eyes..sometimes they are a little gray or green&#8230;i think</p>
<p>99. I have bells palsy&#8230;thats why i make goofy faces..i woke up with it when i was 19, 2 days before my first day of college..it doesn&#8217;t bother me much anymore</p>
<p>98. i am right handed</p>
<p>97. my favorite color is orange..its kind of an obsession..thats lasted for 9 yrs</p>
<p>96. i don&#8217;t eat mexican food..it makes me sick</p>
<p>95. i love thunderstorms, i love the smell in the air, the electricity in the air..the color of the sky i love it all</p>
<p>94. basketball used to be my life&#8230;but now i realize i miss it more for what it was to me than the game itself</p>
<p>93. i cry at movies&#8230;shhh</p>
<p>92. i always hold the door open for people and push my chair in and it bothers me when other people don&#8217;t</p>
<p>91. i love snow</p>
<p>90. I am extremely attracted to people with Australian accents&#8230;can&#8217;t help it</p>
<p>89. I think this list is extrememly narcissistic&#8230;i would rather someone asked to know 100 things than for me to tell them on my own</p>
<p>88. I really really want to go skydiving</p>
<p>87. I can name any aerosmith song within 3 seconds&#8230;its been tested</p>
<p>86. I dont&#8217; like things between my toes, like flip flops or toe socks or lint..bothers the crap out of me..but i do own some flip flops</p>
<p>85. I don&#8217;t like plain walls&#8230;i like to cover every inch in posters and whatnot</p>
<p>84. I freakin love shark week&#8230;i freakin love sharks</p>
<p>83. I play with candles as opposed to letting them burn naturally</p>
<p>82. when i get mad about something i usually forget about it the next day so i deem it unimportant..but sometimes it is because i get mad that i never did anything about it when it happens again&#8230;one of those cycles. i&#8217;m workin on it</p>
<p>81. I can&#8217;t stand when someone I love cries, nothing hurts me more than that</p>
<p>80. i&#8217;ve skipped more school in one semester than most people have in their entire life..not that i&#8217;m proud of it but it happened</p>
<p>79. when i was a kid i used to pray to god before bed to let me live through the night because i was terrified to sleep</p>
<p>78. i still can&#8217;t sleep unless my doors are closed and something as simple as a shoe is blocking them from opening&#8230;i&#8217;m ok with that because at least i&#8217;m doing it with the lights out</p>
<p>77. sometimes i quit before something can be finished because sometimes i&#8217;m afraid of failing and other times i&#8217;m afraid of not knowing the end</p>
<p>76. i peel my skin when i have a sunburn&#8230;i don&#8217;t know how anyone can leave it be</p>
<p>75. i pick scabs too</p>
<p>74. i like debating things, but i hate to argue with people i care about</p>
<p>73. i know i&#8217;m mature and wise, but sometimes i feel like a lost little kid in day to day life which is why i can get stuck in self destructive patterns</p>
<p>72. my middle name is Nicole&#8230;i still don&#8217;t know the point of middle names if no one uses them</p>
<p>71. I have 2 older brothers, obviously I only consider 1 of them my brother</p>
<p>70. when i was a kid my best friend was my dog tracker, he was a stray. we met at a bad time in my life and he was the only one i could talk to about it&#8230;i wrote a book about him once in grade school. one morning i woke up and he was gone my dad gave him away before i could say goodbye, i&#8217;ve never gotten over it.</p>
<p>69. i&#8217;m immune to poison ivy..at least so far i am</p>
<p>68. i always have my cell phone with me and i feel lost without it, i&#8217;m not someone who talks a lot on the phone or texts a lot either but i feel better with it near me</p>
<p>67. my grandma had a whole room of &#8220;keepsakes&#8221;&#8230;i have a tote and that scares me because she probably had a tote at one point&#8230;we are really alike i wish she remembered me and i wish i knew all this before her memory started fading</p>
<p>66. i can type anything that i&#8217;m feeling but if i say the words i almost always cry and can&#8217;t speak..i hate that</p>
<p>65. i love post secret..i wish people were always that honest</p>
<p>64. my bro and i have an unspoken bond but i wish we talked</p>
<p>63. i dont really like my name</p>
<p>62. i like nighttime more than daytime</p>
<p>61. some days i do absolutely nothing and i&#8217;m fine with it, but when i have to work i regret the days i did nothing</p>
<p>60. i like to sleep in unless there&#8217;s something i want to do early</p>
<p>59. I have a scar on the roof of my mouth from my straw when my mom hit a pot hole in a parking lot&#8230;now i never drink out of a straw while moving.</p>
<p>58. I feel like there are a lot of things i should know that other people do but i&#8217;m afraid to ask</p>
<p>57. I don&#8217;t remember most of my childhood</p>
<p>56. I got lost at the county fair for over 2 hours when i was about 6&#8230;2 cops found me, everytime someone asks me why i want to be a cop i remember that..because i like that reason better than the real one.</p>
<p>55. i was in band for 6 years, i never practiced and was second best</p>
<p>54. I made the winning free throw in a basketball game in double overtime, i cried the whole busride home because my mom chose not to come to my game</p>
<p>53. &#8220;starry night&#8221; is my favorite painting&#8230;it makes me feel better to know that someone so broken inside can still see such beauty</p>
<p>52. photography is becoming a new hobbie for me, it feels good to have one again</p>
<p>51. mannequins that have fake hair and resemble people creep me out very very much</p>
<p>50. mt dew is my favorite soda&#8230;and i call it soda not pop</p>
<p>49. i would love to go to Africa and do aid work, because i think it would help me more than the people there</p>
<p>48. i taught myself how to swim and ride a bike in the same summer, i was 7</p>
<p>47. i think i&#8217;m a huge dork and a cool person all in one</p>
<p>46. when i was a little kid me and my brothers used to take our mattresses and use them like sleds down the stairs to our basement&#8230;it was the most fun i remember having in that house</p>
<p>45. sometimes i miss playing in piles of leaves&#8230;i miss duck duck goose and hide and seek too</p>
<p>44. for some reason every time i read &#8220;illinois&#8221; i pronounce the &#8220;s&#8221; in my head</p>
<p>43. i hate small talk, i find it pointless</p>
<p>42. my mom beat the shit out of me one day, i let her and never fought back or said a word&#8230;we&#8217;re alright now but every time i need someone to talk to and want to call her i remember that day</p>
<p>41. i almost drowned in a river, my dad never took us fishing again but i wasn&#8217;t scared and miss fishing</p>
<p>40. my favorite tv show ever is &#8220;la femme nikita&#8221; and no one i know has even heard of it..</p>
<p>39. people around me treat me like &#8220;dear abby&#8221;&#8230;i want someone to be that for me too</p>
<p>38. i still like to drink kool-aid</p>
<p>37. i usually over tip to make up for all the assholes that under tip</p>
<p>36. i hate my job but love my co workers, thats the only thing keeping me there</p>
<p>35. I can&#8217;t dance but that doesn&#8217;t stop me</p>
<p>34. I have been lucky enough to have some amazing people in my life who have given me more than i&#8217;ll ever believe i&#8217;m worthy of</p>
<p>33. I love the color of the sky when the sun sets</p>
<p>32. if you look in my closet you&#8217;ll find jeans and t-shirts and not much else</p>
<p>31. when i was little and i got new shoes i would sleep with them like they were stuffed animals</p>
<p>30. Zoo&#8217;s make me sad</p>
<p>29. I was 7 the first time i rode a dirt bike by myself, i miss riding</p>
<p>28. one of my favorite things as a kid was riding on my dad&#8217;s shoulders</p>
<p>27. when i was 17 i spent a week voluntarily in a pyschward, they gave me a 3 page pamphlet on depression and kept me locked in a room 17hrs a day. I&#8217;ve never been the same since, not in a good way either.</p>
<p>26. i have a lot of scars from cutting, i am fine with them</p>
<p>25. when i was 16 gas was 98 cents a gallon&#8230;i miss that</p>
<p>24. pictures of people i knew used to creep me out because i always felt like i was being watched</p>
<p>23. i used to write songs instead of keeping a diary&#8230;they were more like poems but i called them songs</p>
<p>22. if you ask what my favorite type of music is i would say rock, but really most of what i listen to is singer/songwriter types like missy higgins, rachael yamagata, damien rice, fiona apple&#8230;stuff like that</p>
<p>21. sometimes i see something black fly across a room, i always thought it was just me but once another person saw the same thing at the same time as me so i know something is up</p>
<p>20. i have a guitar i can&#8217;t play</p>
<p>19. i take a bubble bath a few times a week, i think everyone should treat themselves to one</p>
<p>18. i like going for walks or jogs late at night</p>
<p>17. my favorite ice cream is peanut butter cup</p>
<p>16. i am going to get a tattoo soon</p>
<p>15. 15 was my number in basketball, same as my 3 favorite players</p>
<p>14. i&#8217;m always described as easy going..and i agree i think i am</p>
<p>13. if you hurt someone i care about i hurt you..thats the only time i think i fight</p>
<p>12. i&#8217;m not impressed by anyone based on their looks, probably because i know how untrue that is</p>
<p>11. when i get excited i get really loud, and my thoughts go faster than i can talk&#8230;so usually i&#8217;m a terrible story teller</p>
<p>10. i set 2 alarms every night in case 1 of them doesn&#8217;t work&#8230;its happened a few times</p>
<p>9. i don&#8217;t answer my phone unless i know who&#8217;s calling me</p>
<p>8. i can&#8217;t stand to sleep with my socks on..it has happened and in the morning i am amazed that it happened&#8230;</p>
<p>7. oddly enough i seriously have cat like reflexes&#8230;</p>
<p>6. i realized probably the most significant thing about myself recently and don&#8217;t know how to tell anyone</p>
<p>5. my favorite way to relax is to lay on the ground and stare at the stars</p>
<p>4. after i read the first chapter of a book i skip to the last page</p>
<p>3. I fell in love with my best friend, i don&#8217;t think i&#8217;ll ever tell her</p>
<p>2. i keep my blog a secret from people i know in real life</p>
<p>1. I feel like i&#8217;m capable of doing great things because of all the shit i&#8217;ve gone through</p>
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		<title>grandma drank champagne</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 21:24:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i&#8217;ve been pretty busy lately,
my mom got married (#2)
that was an interesting experience
she confided in me on the way to the church
that they almost called it off 2 days before
i didn&#8217;t say much to comfort her
it wasnt&#8217; anything serious, just worrying
about the wedding cost because people
started inviting themselves
big deal i thought, but i was also [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=116&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>i&#8217;ve been pretty busy lately,<br />
my mom got married (#2)<br />
that was an interesting experience<br />
she confided in me on the way to the church<br />
that they almost called it off 2 days before<br />
i didn&#8217;t say much to comfort her<br />
it wasnt&#8217; anything serious, just worrying<br />
about the wedding cost because people<br />
started inviting themselves<br />
big deal i thought, but i was also mad at her<br />
this guy has been with her for over 6 years<br />
he&#8217;s really great and i have considered him<br />
my stepdad for the last 4 or 5 years<br />
i never considered that he wasn&#8217;t part of my family<br />
then he almost wasn&#8217;t&#8230;<br />
the wedding went well<br />
it was beautiful outside<br />
i wore a dress and makeup<br />
which i haven&#8217;t done since&#8230;well never both at once<br />
i don&#8217;t like getting all girly because people<br />
make such a big deal out of it, i hate all the attention<br />
only one person noticed my scars thought i must<br />
have wrecked a dirt bike in the thorn bushes<br />
my mom called me last night to tell me again<br />
how great i looked<br />
and for some reason thought i&#8217;d feel a lot better<br />
about wearing a dress to know that my oldest<br />
brother told her he thought i looked beautiful&#8230;.<br />
way to ruin a good thing mom<br />
i called &#8220;annie&#8221; to say hi<br />
i couldn&#8217;t help but grin ear to ear when i heard her voice<br />
even if it was a voicemail recording<br />
i haven&#8217;t heard it in probably a year<br />
she called me back about an hour later<br />
&#8230;oh that ringtone<br />
makes my heart jump out of my chest<br />
i don&#8217;t even know what we said<br />
i was too happy to really care</p>
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		<title>one step forward</title>
		<link>http://becomingsage.wordpress.com/2008/03/29/one-step-forward/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 02:44:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i talked to her today
online so it wasn&#8217;t quite the same
but we&#8217;ve had our best conversations online
she told me that she broke up with her bf 2 weeks ago
i hadn&#8217;t asked so i took it as a good sign that she
told me something personal by her own choice
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>i talked to her today<br />
online so it wasn&#8217;t quite the same<br />
but we&#8217;ve had our best conversations online<br />
she told me that she broke up with her bf 2 weeks ago<br />
i hadn&#8217;t asked so i took it as a good sign that she<br />
told me something personal by her own choice<br />
but she also told me she was interested in someone<br />
a guy friend she&#8217;s known since high school<br />
so it seems another serious relationship is in the works<br />
i&#8217;m glad she&#8217;s happy but i wish she would be single for a while<br />
she said it was great to hear from me and to call her<br />
i know its going to take time for us to be friends<br />
but for the first time in far too long i feel like<br />
there is a chance for that<br />
maybe it will be more and maybe i&#8217;ll be fine being friends<br />
but right now things are good<br />
i&#8217;m so relieved right now<br />
she talked to me</p>
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		<title>sleepwalking</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 03:43:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i&#8217;ve had a dream stuck inside my head all day
it was the best dream i think i&#8217;ve ever had
i was laying on a rooftop staring at the stars
and my former best friend and person i&#8217;m in love with
lets call her &#8220;Anie&#8221; from now on&#8230;anyway
she came up and asked to lay next to me
she said she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=113&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>i&#8217;ve had a dream stuck inside my head all day<br />
it was the best dream i think i&#8217;ve ever had<br />
i was laying on a rooftop staring at the stars<br />
and my former best friend and person i&#8217;m in love with<br />
lets call her &#8220;Anie&#8221; from now on&#8230;anyway<br />
she came up and asked to lay next to me<br />
she said she didn&#8217;t know any of the constellations<br />
i tried showing her the big dipper<br />
she couldnt find it, i put my head next to hers<br />
and pointed each star out with her hand<br />
she finally found it and we were laughing<br />
then she kissed me, it was so real<br />
my heart was racing<br />
then she seemed panic started to get up<br />
i stopped her and somehow told her that i loved her<br />
i was going to kiss her when my alarm clock went off<br />
<a target="_blank" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=X1FneBdSg-I">&#8230;a terrible song to wake up to&#8230;</a><br />
I don&#8217;t know how much longer i can stand this&#8230;<br />
i still haven&#8217;t heard from her since she messaged me<br />
i guess i&#8217;ll wait a couple more days<br />
then i&#8217;ll try to call her..which means i&#8217;ll have to talk to her<br />
which means it could be the end&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Things that don&#8217;t make sense to me</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 18:12:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
a few days ago Gov. Eliot Spitzer resigned from office
He like many politicians had a sex scandal and stepped down from office
Sex is a billion dollar industry, we see it everyday&#8230;its hardly a scandal anymore
This however is a scandal&#8230;.I heard about it from Ellen
Not the news, it wasn&#8217;t even on my local news
How is this not [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=109&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img border="0" align="top" width="251" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v405/sageRKnRll/Blog%20stuff/didwhat_0.jpg" height="200" /></p>
<p><img border="0" align="top" width="1" src="//img.photobucket.com/albums/v405/sageRKnRll/Blog%20stuff/didwhat_0.jpg[/IMG]" height="1" />a few days ago Gov. <a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eliot_Spitzer">Eliot Spitzer</a> resigned from office</p>
<p>He like many politicians had a sex scandal and stepped down from office</p>
<p>Sex is a billion dollar industry, we see it everyday&#8230;its hardly a scandal anymore</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tFxk7glmMbo">This</a> however is a scandal&#8230;.I heard about it from <a target="_blank" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=fBmCA4z8Yzc">Ellen</a></p>
<p>Not the news, it wasn&#8217;t even on my local news</p>
<p>How is this not a scandal&#8230;why isn&#8217;t she being forced to step down</p>
<p><a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sally_Kern">Sally Kern</a>&#8230; how did you make it this far in life?</p>
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		<title>everything i can&#8217;t say</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 04:58:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sagelfn</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[this is my heart, here on paper, on a screen
this is everything my heart holds for you
good, bad, fear, hope, the black and white
however you feel, please tell me
please don&#8217;t disappear without a word
because I will wait, please don&#8217;t lash out
because I don&#8217;t think I could recover. This
is my heart and it hasn&#8217;t been easy [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=becomingsage.wordpress.com&blog=3156948&post=108&subd=becomingsage&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>this is my heart, here on paper, on a screen<br />
this is everything my heart holds for you<br />
good, bad, fear, hope, the black and white<br />
however you feel, please tell me<br />
please don&#8217;t disappear without a word<br />
because I will wait, please don&#8217;t lash out<br />
because I don&#8217;t think I could recover. This<br />
is my heart and it hasn&#8217;t been easy to write this<br />
it took a few days hours at a time for it to come<br />
out. I had to take out a lot of bullshit, because<br />
if there is one thing i&#8217;m really great at its masking<br />
my feelings. This is scary for me and i&#8217;m leaving<br />
myself completely open and i&#8217;ve never done that<br />
before so please please respect that, please don&#8217;t<br />
mock me, please don&#8217;t go around telling everyone<br />
this to hurt me.</p>
<p>I know its sad that I know your reaction already.<br />
that i&#8217;ve already been preparing for it, i know it<br />
logically. but with me there is always this other side<br />
pulling and hoping like hell that i&#8217;m wrong. I know<br />
how this will end up but i have to tell you<br />
because if i don&#8217;t i will always wonder and<br />
that hope will live on in me. So I guess<br />
this is so you can end it for me. So i will<br />
never wonder. </p>
<p>I have thought about you everyday. I wonder<br />
how you are doing, what you are doing, if<br />
you will call or something, if you even think of me.<br />
Everyday&#8230;when something really funny happens<br />
I think of sharing it with you. When something good<br />
happens I wish i could thank you for making it all<br />
possible. There is a deep overwhelming feeling<br />
inside me everytime someone says your name.<br />
It was more than missing you, for the longest<br />
time I thought it came from guilt and hatred for myself.<br />
It took until now for me to realize it. I wish I could<br />
change it because I know it means you will never<br />
consider being friends with me again. I don&#8217;t know<br />
an easy way to say this because i&#8217;ve never said<br />
it to anyone before, i&#8217;ve never felt it before&#8230;so<br />
i&#8217;m just going to come out and say it..I love you.<br />
That really scared me at first, because of what it<br />
means for me. Believe it or not I didn&#8217;t know I was<br />
bisexual. I know what you&#8217;re thinking right now,<br />
because I remember what you told me about Spoo<br />
and when she asked you out. You are the first person<br />
that I have ever loved. You have helped me grow so<br />
much. Losing your friendship was a huge regret for me<br />
but now I can honestly say that I would not go back<br />
and change it. Out of that loss came a motivation I<br />
didn&#8217;t know i had and i would not have changed without<br />
it. I wasn&#8217;t capable of being your friend, I wish things were<br />
different of course, I wish you didn&#8217;t have to get hurt too.<br />
I know you haven&#8217;t trusted me, but I hope you know<br />
that if you gave me a second chance I would not let<br />
you down. Maybe i&#8217;m wrong but i think we were too close<br />
not to give this a second chance. I know it won&#8217;t be easy<br />
but i&#8217;m asking you to try and i&#8217;ll do everything i can.<br />
I know you are fine without me, but i&#8217;m not. I need<br />
you in my life, I need you to try for me. I need you to<br />
not regret knowing me. I think this is all i can say<br />
without going in circles, please give it thought.</p>
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