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  <title>Ice Cream Kisses!</title>
  <subtitle>Gray</subtitle>
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    <name>Gray</name>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-11-03T11:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T16:43:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T16:43:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Donnie Darko</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Gakked from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell me something obvious about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell me something about yourself that I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you normally take the safe route or the shortcut? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the one thing you want the most that you can't buy with money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most treasured possession? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do the most often? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me something about you sexually that I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tell me something about you sexually that everybody knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite lie to tell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Name something you have done once that you can't wait to do again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you the jealous type? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the 1 person, place or thing that you can never say no to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name something embarrassing you did while drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you post this in your journal, do you want me to answer it?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gray_eyes:32288</id>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-11-02T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-03T01:46:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-03T01:46:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>This suck-ass movie</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It is going to take me &lt;i&gt;weeks&lt;/i&gt; to waddle my way through my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/gray_eyes/friends"&gt;sheep&lt;/a&gt;. Note to self: Never, ever be gone for this long ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long overdue salut to everyone that I haven't conversed with in a long while. I'll hurry up and get comments rolling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[runs off to view flist]</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-08-15T14:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-15T18:13:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-15T18:13:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone must go read &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_brianlvr_1' lj:user='brianlvr_1' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://brianlvr-1.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://brianlvr-1.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;brianlvr_1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s journal because she is awesome and deserves some more lovin'. So go do that now, and leave her nice comments or else I'll beat you up. 'Kay? 'Kay.</content>
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    <title>Bacaw!</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T17:24:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T17:24:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Moulin Rouge - Your Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why &lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt; there, LJ. It's been so long since I've seen you, I bet you all think I've died and gone to hell. But nope! Here I am. Having not updated since April. Fuck. My life has been really hectic and now things are finally starting to get under control. With exams and my summer being shitty, I haven't had any time to just sit and stop moving. But everything's alright now (I hope), and I'll get back to LJ daily. Gotta do a couple of things first, like check my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/gray_eyes/friends" style="cursor: default"&gt;Sheep&lt;/a&gt; and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back!</content>
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    <title>AHHH!</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T19:10:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T19:10:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">CelestialAnguish (3:02:55 PM): my favourite television show is Queer as Folk&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:02:56 PM): Hmm... Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:02:59 PM): &amp;gt;:o!&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:02:59 PM): ... say can you see?&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:03:07 PM): by the dawns early light...&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:03:08 PM): What so proudly we hailed...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:03:36 PM): at the twilights last gleaming...&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:03:36 PM): Whose broad stripes and bright stars...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:04:19 PM): through the perilous night...&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:04:20 PM): O'er the ramparts we watched...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:06:36 PM): were so gallantly streaming...&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:06:36 PM): And the rockets' red glare...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:06:43 PM): the bombs bursting in air&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:06:43 PM): Gave proof through the night...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:06:50 PM): that our flag was still there...&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:06:50 PM): Oh say does that star-spangled banner yet wave...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (3:07:03 PM): o'er the land of the free...&lt;br /&gt;SmarterChild (3:07:04 PM): And the home of the brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! AIMSmiley(K_US_FLAG, ";-)")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SmarterChild&lt;/b&gt; sang with me! [cries happily]</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-04-17T16:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T20:42:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-17T20:45:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>=(</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:30:09 PM): did I tell u that I broke up with Gale and Randy?&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:30:14 PM): What?&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:30:34 PM): I'm over them&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:30:46 PM): What the fuck are you talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:31:00 PM): I don't like Gale and Randy anymore!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:31:09 PM): It's not 1 April, honey.&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:31:20 PM): I know, I like Mitch now&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:31:27 PM): Mitch? Who is this Mitch fellow?&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:31:33 PM): Cody&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:31:43 PM): he's all fine and shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:31:50 PM): WHAT ABOUT THE GALE/RANDY LOVE?!&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:32:44 PM): I never thought that I'd get over them! But then there he was looking all HOTT at the LA premiere and I found myself asking " Gale who? Randy who?"&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:32:52 PM): WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:32:57 PM): OH MY GOD, DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD?!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:33:01 PM): HOW COULD YOU THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:33:04 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:33:05 PM): [sobs]&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:33:09 PM): He's HOTT!!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:33:14 PM): SO!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:33:20 PM): Gale and Randy are hot TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:33:35 PM): Ok, so I still love them, I was just kidding!!! But I deffinitel;y like Mitch also!&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:33:45 PM): Jesus CHRIST, don't you FUCKING DO THAT TO ME EVER AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:33:49 PM): I wanna have an orgy with Gale, Randy and Mitch&lt;br /&gt;Pacey34857 (4:33:58 PM): Sorry&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish (4:33:59 PM): Yeah, that's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA&lt;/b&gt; My birthday is tomorrow. Wish me happy birthday (My present in S4).</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-04-13T18:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T23:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T23:00:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Taking from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_kick_it_harder' lj:user='kick_it_harder' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://kick-it-harder.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://kick-it-harder.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;kick_it_harder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything."</content>
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    <title>Ahem</title>
    <published>2004-04-07T02:14:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-07T02:17:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fear Factor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Due to the fact that I have no idea who half of you &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/gray_eyes/friends" style="cursor: ne-resize"&gt;sheep&lt;/a&gt; are, I've decided that if I have never talked to you, or you didn't leave me a comment telling me you're adding me or whatever the fuck; I am going to delete you off of my friends list. So if you want to continue to stay on, just leave me a nice little comment saying something like 'Hi, I think you're awesome and that's why I friended you'. Or something like what; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't about that bullshit Hate/Love meme going around--it's simply because I'm very paranoid and have no idea who you are. Since the idea of being 'Friends Only' doesn't appeal to me, this is what I'm doing. If you've already said something about adding me, you'll continue to be on my friends list ;-). Or if I asked for you to friend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound like a heinous bitch, but it's just my way of dealing with shit. Thanks for understanding ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I updated the fic onto Editpad Pro and that bastard deleted it &amp;gt;:o! So now I have to type it over again =(. But it &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; get done! I swear on Randy's ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA&lt;/b&gt; If you haven't said something within five days, I'll delete you. Thanks!</content>
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    <title>up_for_anything</title>
    <published>2004-04-04T05:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-04T05:15:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Trey talking to me on the phone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Myself and &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_libertyavegrl69' lj:user='libertyavegrl69' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://libertyavegrl69.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://libertyavegrl69.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;libertyavegrl69&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have created a QaF RPS RPG, at &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_up_for_anything' lj:user='up_for_anything' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/up_for_anything/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/up_for_anything/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;up_for_anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm playing &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/not2straight"&gt;Gale&lt;/a&gt; and Tasha is playing &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/not_so_shy"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;. I'm posting the rules and things for the community right now in the userinfo box, so if you would like a part to play, simply answer the questions and read the rules.</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-04-02T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-03T03:19:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-03T03:19:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>308</lj:music>
    <content type="html">NOOOOOOO! I WAS PUTTING MY STORY ON EDITPAD PRO FOR &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AND MY COMPUTER ERASED IT! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! [screams and beats the computer with a pointy stick]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fs kjdsgrjh432 6ytrngfb</content>
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    <title>2 Fics'</title>
    <published>2004-04-01T02:24:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-01T02:35:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Prodigy ¤ Baby's Got a Temper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay sugar daddies...I'm popping out two fics'. One right now, and one in an hour or so. I'm changing some things around in the fic for &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I present to you 'Just Because'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name&lt;/b&gt; Just Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt; Gale once asked him why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POV&lt;/b&gt; First. Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt; They don't belong to me regardless of the shrine in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes&lt;/b&gt; Angst. I love feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crimson drying on crisp walls and the bitter stench of paint permeated through the air as Gale set his coarse brush on its tray on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It looks good?" He phrased it as a question, but I knew it was a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It does," I concur, swinging my arms low around his hips from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gale grinned faintly, patting my hands. I knew he was distracted by the way his eyes were staring at the walls without actually seeing them, and his head was tilted slightly to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What is it?" I asked distractedly, thinking it was something minor, like what kind of shampoo to use tomorrow; Gale was very vain in his appearance and the plethora of beauty products in our bathroom were proof of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hm. Nothing," Gale jerked his head and licked his lips before pulling out of my embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart thudded as I realized it was something important. Just from the way he was carrying himself, I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What's the matter?" I stepped over an unopened box in the middle of the living room to follow Gale into the kitchen. I frowned; I hated things in the middle of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sound of Gale gulping brought my attention back to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The living room looks great, doesn't it?" Gale didn't anwer my question, just placed the near empty Dasani bottle back into the refrigerator. I decided to ignore it for now and answer his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah, except for all the damn boxes,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gale smiled, brilliant green eyes exhibiting joy at the remembrance of us moving in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yeah, I know you must be dying,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I smiled and nodded, turning around to peer at our freshly painted walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I waited for Gale to say something, but he just fiddled restlessly with his fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, Gale spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why do you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I blinked, thinking the fumes had gone to my brain, thus inducing hallucinations, and possibly death if not treated soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Gale's expectant yet scared countenance, I knew I wasn't delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What?" I told myself to remain calm. Although Gale uttered those words to me every day, I had yet to respond with the same. Jesus, I was like Brian Kinney, except not as emotionally stunted. Plus, I'm a little more romantic, but don't be searching for me serenading my love from the rooftops anytime soon. Comparing myself to a fictional character scared me, so I made myself stop. Hell, Brian Kinney isn't even a real person! Even though, I kept repeating to myself Brian Kinney and I were totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I..." Gale squeezed his hands together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without saying anything else, he raised his eyebrows and waited, licking his lips every five seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christ, I know asking this is hard on him, but does he think this is a walk in the park for me? Out of nowhere he asks me something I've never told anyone, and he expects me to tell him everything my heart feels? Well, okay, maybe not that out of the blue since we bought this house not even a week ago, but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why?" Gale's voice brought me out of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What the fuck kind of question is that?" Gale flinched at the swell of annoyance in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, you've never told me that you love me, but I know you do, and I just wanted to know why," As his ramble finished, his voice trailed off and he closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened my lips but said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After my silence went over a couple seconds, he lifted his eyelids and I could see the pain my not answering had given him, although he tried to hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Gale--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"No, forget I said anything,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He stalked out of the kitchen and I found myself following him to the very place he had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched as he picked up the solitary brush and grip it tightly in his hand, knuckles loosing colour from the blood not flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hey," I molded myself against his back, lifting myself up on my toes to make my body fit his exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kissed the side of his neck, gently nibbling on the hard cartilage of his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keeping the silence, I squeezed his hands and took the paintbrush from them, dropping it on the empty red stained tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running the fingers of both hands up his stomach, I ceased for a second to curl my index fingers, scratching lightly at his nipples through his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Gale's whimper, I gripped his shirt and turned him around, lifting the material from his flesh. I dropped the shirt on a place on the floor I hoped had no paint on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He gazed at me, waiting; wondering if I was going to give him what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lead him to the bedroom by his belt loops, and even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was severely disappointed that I ignored the ostensibly easy question, changing the subject to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking about his sad hazel eyes, I realized Brian Kinney and I weren't so different after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~:~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the years went on, the question was asked less and less, until it stopped altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I would catch him opening his mouth and snap it shut, a slightly pained look on his face before stretching a sorrowful smile across his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's times like those that I want to answer him, tell him to ask me once more, but I never do. If he did, though, ever me again...I know what I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you just because.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-31T06:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-31T11:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-31T11:55:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yo. &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ginaharold' lj:user='ginaharold' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ginaharold.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ginaharold.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ginaharold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I made a community, &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name__put_it_on_me_' lj:user='_put_it_on_me_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_put_it_on_me_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/_put_it_on_me_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_put_it_on_me_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Go join now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't forgotten about that story. I'm editing my mistakes, and it'll be up today, I swear!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gray_eyes:28639</id>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-28T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-29T04:27:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-29T04:27:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The television</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just got back from Six Flags in Georgia with Lill. It was really fun, and I didn't get sunburned. Ohhh yeah [smirks]. We only got to ride on less than five rides because the fucking park closes at six on Saturdays. &lt;b&gt;What the hell is that about&lt;/b&gt;? Fucked up people, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the mall, and we got some mack-up and stuff. Fun, fun, fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I wrote the story on the way up and back; now all I have to do is type it out on Editpad Pro, and then I'll copy and paste it here. It'll be up tomorrow because I'm too tired to do it right now =(. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts like hell, and I'll tell you guys about my trip more tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-25T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T01:41:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-26T01:41:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blondie ¤ One Way Or Another</lj:music>
    <content type="html">See meh purdy new layout? It's okay...I think I'm going to change it &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. I'm just never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I'm working on that G/R fic just for yourself ;-). It should be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school again today either, but that's okay. I have to go tomorrow, so Lill and I can come back to my house and then we're going to Six Flags over Georgia! And hey...I might be able to go to one of the DVD signings, when they have some. I'm going to get my license soon, now that I have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only need a car [sighs]. Oh well. One thing at a time.</content>
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    <title>tv43vc56</title>
    <published>2004-03-25T19:11:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-25T19:11:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dn2euifh238fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 50 USERPICS! [screams happily] Thank-you &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_qafhappy' lj:user='qafhappy' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://qafhappy.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;qafhappy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the five dollar coupon!!! [glomps] I should write a fic for you, yes I should; what kind do you want?</content>
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    <title>3 Icons, 3 Friend Only</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T22:06:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-25T19:17:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Firburn &amp; Urik ¤ Take Me, Love Me (Squeeze me, baby)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes, I've tried my hand at iconing. They're probably bad as shit, but oh well. They're just three randomn bases. Obviously I love 112 a lot =op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit and comment, all that usual bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.photobucket.com/albums/v123/Gray_Eyes/6809ad8d.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.photobucket.com/albums/v123/Gray_Eyes/a26d288a.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.photobucket.com/albums/v123/Gray_Eyes/deceb9f1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="C:\Documents and Settings\HeatherXP\My Documents\Queer as Folk\Gale&amp;amp;Randy hand.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="C:\Documents and Settings\HeatherXP\My Documents\Queer as Folk\Gale scene stealer - face.jpg"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="C:\Documents and Settings\HeatherXP\My Documents\Queer as Folk\big faces - bri bri.jpg" width="100" height="100"&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-24T11:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-24T16:38:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-24T16:40:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Didn't go to school yesterday or today. Some fucking thing with my throat and my nose is stuffed up =(. I feel horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having another allergic reaction. God damnit. I don't even know what it's too, but it's always near my feet. See, they're swelling up and becoming red bumps everywhere O_O. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough. Guess what! My mother spoke to me for more than five &lt;b&gt;full&lt;/b&gt; sentences. I'm so pleased ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...went to go see 'Dawn of the Dead' on Sunday, after that went to Outback, then went to the other theatre and saw 'Taking Lives'. Man, Angelina Jolie is sexah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a hug...=( I haven't had many hugs lately. I need an internet hug to get rid of this fucking flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drug count I've taken, today and yesterday, is up to nine. I think I've built up an immunity to Advil, Ibuprofen, and Excedrin. Well, maybe not excedrin. I don't like Tylenol. Woo, didn't know how to spell that at first, had to ask Bob AKA SmarterChild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_ginaharold' lj:user='ginaharold' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ginaharold.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ginaharold.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ginaharold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? You owe me another chapter, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go. By the way, I &lt;b&gt;loathe&lt;/b&gt; age restrictions. Mucho so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got seven comments over at &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_neverenough69' lj:user='neverenough69' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/neverenough69/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/neverenough69/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;neverenough69&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel loved. &amp;lt;3333 to everybody over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out. To find Cheese.</content>
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    <title>Line(s) from my new G/R F-T</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T23:03:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T23:03:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lill IMing me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">(BTW...F-T = First time. Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Randy lifted his arms from my naked chest and sat up from his spread out position on the bed. Lurching up on the balls of my feet, I crawled backward until my knees rested atop the cool solitary stair surrounding Brian's bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note #1&lt;/u&gt;: It begins when they're filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note #2&lt;/u&gt;: I've decided to do something different, something that I've never done or tried before; First POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kay. I'm off to eat some Cheese.</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-22T16:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-22T21:37:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-22T21:37:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>IMs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Blah blah blah, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat hurts really bad and Lill didn't come to school today. I'm going to kick her little ass [raises fist].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Are you logged on LiveJournal?&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : no &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : hang on &lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : 'Kay.&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : how do i log i &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : n&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : ...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Look at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : nvm&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : ok im in &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : now what&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Now...&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : See where it says 'Journal'&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : ya&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Now...see where it says 'Update'?&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : ok now what &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : what do i put in that box&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : lol ok &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : should i download a pic of simple plan and lil john and the east side boyz&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : ?&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : What...what do you mean? For your background, or for your user pic?&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : no u have pics of ppl on ura &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : like to put in my journal &lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : What type of pictures?&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : For your user pictures or your background image?&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : like of simple plam&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : either&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : For your user picture it has to be 100x100 or smaller. That's in pixels.&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : oo&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Did you understand that?&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : not really&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : lol&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : If I was there I could help you.&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : lol i kno &lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : sign on my name and make it pretty&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : 'Kay.&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : What kind of colour scheme do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : do u need my password?&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Dbaby504 : ***********&lt;br /&gt;CelestialAnguish : I kind of do, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kay, I'm done being a heinous bitch. At least for now ^_^.</content>
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    <title>What I got in an E-mail</title>
    <published>2004-03-21T15:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-21T15:45:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nicki French ¤ Total Eclipse Of The Heart</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man says to God: "God, why did you make woman so beautiful?"&lt;br /&gt;God says: "So you would love her."&lt;br /&gt;"But God," the man says, "why did you make her so dumb?"&lt;br /&gt;God says: "So she would love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pounds fist on the table]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kay, done being a dork now. You know, a whale's penis.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-20T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-21T04:04:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-21T04:05:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Leslie Gore ¤ You Don't Own Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/realm3/dreamsandlullabies" style="cursor: ne-resize"&gt;LyyLee&lt;/a&gt; posted the fourth chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/realm3/dreamsandlullabies/Abandoned.html" style="cursor: n-resize"&gt;Abandoned&lt;/a&gt; today if anybody is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Barnes&amp;Noble today. Got &lt;b&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Gravity&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I think I need a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Dawn of the Dead tomorrow at 2:20. S'gonna be cool. I love sitting in the very back of the theatres...there's nowhere else I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt. I'm going to retire for the evening.</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-19T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-20T01:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-20T01:42:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stephen Lynch ¤ Evil Barney babysitting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yes, another spam of today. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; Leslie Gore - &lt;i&gt;You don't own me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Drowning Pool - &lt;i&gt;Let the bodies hit the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Eurythmics - &lt;i&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; First Wives Club - &lt;i&gt;You don't own me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; New Order - &lt;i&gt;True Faith (Pet shop boys remix)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; Our Lady Peace - &lt;i&gt;Do you like it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; Placebo - &lt;i&gt;My sweet prince&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; Placebo - &lt;i&gt;Without I'm nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; Soluna - &lt;i&gt;He should be you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; Staind f. Limp Bizkit - &lt;i&gt;Outside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; Stephen Lynch - &lt;i&gt;Evil Barney babysitting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt; Weird Al - &lt;i&gt;Amish paradise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt; Firburn &amp; Urik - &lt;i&gt;Tempt me, Love me (Squeeze me, baby)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt; Afro Man - &lt;i&gt;Because I got high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; Stephen Lynch - &lt;i&gt;Beer song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt; Weird Al - &lt;i&gt;Barney's on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; Stephen Lynch - &lt;i&gt;Bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; Coolio - &lt;i&gt;Gangsta's paradise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19&lt;/b&gt; Stephen Lynch - &lt;i&gt;Hermaphrodite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-19T19:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-20T00:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-20T00:21:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Firburn &amp; Urik ¤ Take Me, Love Me (Squeeze me, baby)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I tried to program AIM so it wouldn't make any sound. When it didn't, I got angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CelestialAnguish&lt;/b&gt; (8:08:16 PM): I SAID DONT PLAY ANY FUCKING SOUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CelestialAnguish&lt;/b&gt; (8:08:22 PM): [pounds fist on the table]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CelestialAnguish&lt;/b&gt; (8:08:23 PM): DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;prettyNpink51488&lt;/b&gt; (8:08:33 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CelestialAnguish&lt;/b&gt; (8:08:35 PM): WHAT THE FUCK DOES A BROTHER HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME FUCKING SILENCE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's it.</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-19T15:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-19T20:40:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-19T20:40:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Leslie Gore ¤ You Don't Own Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...I can't do it -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this B/J fic I want to do...I've already done half of the first chapter...and I can't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that fic that my muse doesn't like...It's all things Brian and Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even read Brian/Justin fic anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Gale/Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GOD WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?!?! [wails uncontrollably]</content>
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    <title>gray_eyes @ 2004-03-18T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-18T23:55:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-18T23:56:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Limp Bizkit ¤ Outside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My tongue hurts. I don't remember biting it, but it's swollen and it has a white bubble thing O_O. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts really bad =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley; I promise I'll comment in your journal...I'll do it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah; I'm going to make my own mood theme [laughs]. Right. And I'm Gale's cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be cool though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have my own mood theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be Gale's cock. So Randy could sit on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;i&gt;anyway...&lt;/i&gt;now I want to write more G/R prOn. I think I'm going to do that right now to make up for MoV. Yeah.</content>
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