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		<title>EIGHTEEN QUESTIONS</title>
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		<title>I&#8217;m going to give all my secrets away</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every time my boyfriend and I go out together, I feel so happy. I love talking to him on the phone, or even the smallest things like &#8220;Baby, what are you doing&#8221; or having him kiss my forehead when we watch movies together and he lends his shoulder for me to lean on. But I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=612&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>They&#8217;re playin&#8217; my song and the butterflies fly away</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had a weird dream last night&#8230; and for once, I actually remembered it way past that 5-minute restriction I usually have when it comes to dreams. It involved my ex-prospective, his girlfriend, and my boyfriend, of course. Is it true that dreams really show your inner-desires? What do I make of this dream&#8230;
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		<title>Ooh whatchu say mm&#8230; that you only meant well</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[REMAINING MONEY OWING TO MY PARENTS: 21,000. 
I&#8217;m having a really frustrating time. Not only is school being an asshole&#8211; but I&#8217;m having a rough, rough time with my boyfriend. We&#8217;ve been dating for only three months&#8230; and it doesn&#8217;t seem like a long time. No, not at all. I love so many things about him&#8230; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=608&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Last night, I had a dream about you- in this dream, I&#8217;m dancing right beside you</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:12:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love my boyfriend- don&#8217;t get me wrong. But some of the things he does is pissing me off lately. I&#8217;m sick of pretending to be alright with it&#8211; putting on a joyful voice, smiling, saying there&#8217;s nothing wrong when there is. He&#8217;s always out late getting drunk out of his wits. It&#8217;s alright to do [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=604&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 01:44:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I went to my boyfriend&#8217;s house today one last time before we both submerge ourselves into university. In the beginning, his mom greeted me nicely when I came in but when I was leaving she was kind of rude with her back turned towards me. His dad was friendly though&#8230; I suppose. But I definitely [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=596&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I need a guarantee&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:53:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My boyfriend told me something weird today. He was at a restaurant chilling with a bunch of people when suddenly, his ex-girlfriend&#8217;s friend approached him and began talking to him. Shortly afterwards, his ex-girlfriend began talking to him too. &#8220;Touch me&#8221;, she said. He looks two tables over and there I am, smiling at him. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=589&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Give me reason- but don&#8217;t give me choice</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 22:42:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am seriously going through a weird time&#8230; Yesterday I had my last date with my boyfriend before my two-week hiatus. I met up with him at a major intersection and we then proceeded to bus to his place. I said hello to his siblings and then we went downstairs. His sister, of course- followed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=586&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Seconds, hours, so many days- you know what you want but how long can you wait?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 03:34:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I finally revealed to my mother that I will be changing majors. I felt a large sense of relief for having that off my chest. She, of course- did not handle it very well. I thought she was going to have a heart attack. I know, I know. I messed up bad. This was exactly [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=573&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>If we could party night, and sleep all day- and throw all my problems away, my life would be EASY</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is ridiculous. It&#8217;s undeniable that my parents have done a lot of things for me, but sometimes they can be such assholes. I&#8217;ve honestly had enough of it and tomorrow, I am pining on getting into that Management course I have been eyeing and finally reveal to them the truth: I am changing majors. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=567&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Got my singing like Nananana everyday like my iPod&#8217;s stuck on replay</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 15:42:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I woke up extra early today to accompany my boyfriend and his dad as they go to their court session. It was slightly awkward being affectionate and everything and it was even worse having to wait for them, buying food, sitting there with my nose all clogged up. The court date was pretty interesting, though- [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=alielly.wordpress.com&blog=1500533&post=568&subd=alielly&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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