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  <title>Cassidy</title>
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  <updated>2008-01-16T16:46:22Z</updated>
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    <title>cass_a_daay @ 2008-01-16T10:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-16T16:46:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-16T16:46:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dont Speak - No Doubt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">stole from Jess &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_drown_thecity' lj:user='drown_thecity' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://drown-thecity.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://drown-thecity.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;drown_thecity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who took from Sarah &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_blackeyedwicca' lj:user='blackeyedwicca' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://blackeyedwicca.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://blackeyedwicca.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;blackeyedwicca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to find a freaking layout</content>
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    <title>cass_a_daay @ 2007-12-18T15:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-18T21:36:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-18T21:36:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h306/swoonmeinsong/1198013406.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment to be added</content>
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    <title>Happy Halloween</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T05:22:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T05:22:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sic Transit Gloria - Brand New</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me</content>
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    <title>Baby, You Wouldn't Last a Minute on the Creek (standalone)</title>
    <published>2007-09-30T08:22:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T06:48:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Karma Police- Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Baby, You Wouldn't Last a Minute on the Creek [1/1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_cass_a_daay' lj:user='cass_a_daay' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cass-a-daay.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://cass-a-daay.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cass_a_daay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I had Frank/Gerard and Gerard/Bob in mind but it's never specified &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;POV:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Frank is who I had in mind but once again, it's never specified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; PG-13 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I don't own the boys. Don't sue…because if you did, then I guess you DO read fan fiction ;]. Song, lyrics, and title belong to Chiodos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; just walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, You Wouldn't Last a Minute on the Creek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Let's just stop,&lt;br /&gt;Drop everything,&lt;br /&gt;Forget each other's names,&lt;br /&gt;And just walk away.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought I had everything. I thought my life was complete, that I wouldn't need anyone or anything else…ever. I thought I was in love. I know I was in love. I might be &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; in love but no. No. I refuse. I can make myself stop loving you. After what you did to me. No. It's over for good.   I want you gone; gone from my apartment.; my speed dial; face removed from my fridge; my pictures; my life; my bedside, so I can go to sleep without your image in my dreams. No. I don't want that image there anymore. But I know it will be. It's there for good. &lt;i&gt;Imprinted.&lt;/i&gt; There's nothing I can do about it. I used to love my dreams about you. I would wake up and there you would be, looking down on me. Now though. Now, they will all be nightmares. Nightmares of what you did. I don't want you to be there when I wake up. I want to forget you. You and everything you've ever done to or for me. I want to forget who you are and what you look like. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Turn around and head in different directions'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll move out of this apartment too. It reminds me too much of what was. How perfect and cliché my life used to be. Yeah. We'll part our separate ways. I'm not talking about you go right out of the building and I'll go left. I'm thinking more you go east and I go west. Go, move to Chicago . Go live with him. Obviously he means more to you than me. And maybe, maybe I'll move to L.A. Start the band I always wanted. It's not like I could ever do that though, not without you. You're the only one who will ever be able to sing my lyrics. No. Maybe I'll just move to Alaska . Yeah, Alaska . Where it's quiet and there's no one around for miles. I could have a log cabin on the lake like I always wanted, like you always promised. I could watch the Northern Lights, but no. That won't work. We were supposed to do that together.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Like we never, it's like we never knew each other at all.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, it's for the best to just pretend this never happened. Pretend I never knew you. Pretend I didn't meet and love your parents, your dog, your family, you. Pretend you didn't try to explain. Pretend that deep down I want to sit and listen. Try to understand the reasoning for it all, but no. I stopped you. No one wants to hear they aren't wanted. That someone is better.  No I'll be fine. I'm strong, I can do this. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'This is probably the best, not to mention the worst idea, that I have ever had'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ray asked me the other day, "Why? Why do this to yourself? Why put yourself in all this agony? If you love him, why did you let him leave? I love you and as your best friend looking out for you, man that is the worst thing you've ever done to yourself." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All I could respond with was, "It's for the better." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What do you say?'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How could you just ignore everything you've felt? Pretend everything we've done was nothing. Pretend it wasn't there. Put it to the side for him. Hide it in the deepest, darkest space in the back of your head? How could you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Answer me!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought telling you how much I loved you would save us. I started to tell you. Do you remember? I started to say something but I stopped. It was then that I realized that I don't want it anymore. They always say, 'once a cheater, always a cheater'. And you of all people know that I believe that there is truth in every part of that statement. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'All egos aside, what do you say?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll do fine without you. I always told myself I would never become that dependent on one person. Put my whole life in someone's hands. Why do you think it was so hard for you to get in? It took me years to get that wall built high enough, strong enough that no one could get in. So no one could fully see me and you tore it down. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My walls are coming down around me right now. Right now, I feel like shit. I feel like I could go drive off a fucking bridge and no one would care. Die tonight, but no. I know I'll be fine. This is what's called a 'bad break-up' right? Yeah. Everyone gets over it. I will too. So, let's just walk away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'We say what we feel, &lt;br /&gt;Then we stop ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;And just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Never looking back,&lt;br /&gt;Loving every second of it,&lt;br /&gt;We just walk away.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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