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  <updated>2006-05-01T12:50:55Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:11482</id>
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    <title>*groan*</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T12:50:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T12:50:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Within Temptation ~ Destroyed</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Power . . . soon . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:11186</id>
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    <title>Bugger it all.</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T03:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T03:55:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>ABBA ~ S.O.S.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Okay, the Sixth Dimension really sucks at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're at the Junkyard, trying to get Random Virus to, ya know, &lt;i&gt;move!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after affects of Mark using the Amulet mean I can power up on him a little, but I seriously need a decent bonus point or &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Illusion . . . she'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fear? Where the WHO &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; you, man? Do you even CARE?! Same goes for you, Ace. Trying to get yourself killed or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morons. Thank Zoar I have Rick!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:10763</id>
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    <title>*yawn*</title>
    <published>2006-03-01T06:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-01T06:06:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>End of Fashion ~ Quicksand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man, Ace is such a baby. He's done nothing but sulk since we got him back, and he won't even &lt;i&gt;listen&lt;/i&gt; to me. And he wonders why I prefer spending time with Rick and Fear. Yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what the boys are up to at the moment. School, I guess . . . . I kinda miss them. There's not really that much to do anymore. No one to battle, no one to save . . . Random's not even around to tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Rick doesn't seem to mind having me over. Actually, he seems to mind &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; having me over more. :P</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:10656</id>
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    <title>Damn you, Kilobyte!</title>
    <published>2005-12-12T10:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-12T10:31:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nana Kitade ~ Unerasable Sin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It didn't work. Kilobyte showed up and screwed everything up. &lt;s&gt;Gee, I &lt;i&gt;wonder&lt;/i&gt; how he found out.&lt;/s&gt; Rick said there's one other way he can think of to get Ace back, but . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm heading back to Rick's to . . . settle a bet.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:10306</id>
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    <title>I'm bored.</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T10:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T10:31:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dropkick Murphys ~ Warrior's Code</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Boredy boredy bored. &lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt; is happening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't get Ace outta the Sixth Dimension soon, I'm gonna forget what he looks like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just NO action anywhere!! What's everyone &lt;i&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's--Ooooh! New candy shipment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna get sugarfaced?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:10011</id>
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    <title>We're back!</title>
    <published>2005-10-22T11:50:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-22T11:50:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bon Jovi ~ Have a Nice Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">We got a little sidetracked by a hurricane, but we made it back eventually. Travel is great! I wanna do more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all your souvineers and stuff here, so come and get them. Rick had a hell of a time getting them here. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carnival's a mess! Duff is &lt;i&gt;hopeless&lt;/i&gt;! And the minions are all playing up. I wonder what they'll do next time we go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick's back in his Castle of Solitude. Back in the dark. But at least he's away from Marge. She was only after his money anyway. And Staffhead's away from that dog. Which means he's around Mark. But oh well.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:9954</id>
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    <title>explosive_flame @ 2005-10-14T19:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-14T08:44:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-14T08:44:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Amiel ~ Nothing Can Break Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The Flash and Doom Wagon are nearly fixed, so we'll be home soon for a while. Yeah, back to the boring town of Conestoga Hills, where absoloutely &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; ever happens. And where no one really wants to see me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Exept for Fear. And maybe Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've gotta keep an eye on the minions for a bit, remind them who's in charge and stuff. Not to mention Duff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be good to hit the transformer again, though. Wall-mounted appliances lose their kick after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Coki (the dog, Marge couldn't decide on 'Coco' or 'Kiki' so she used both,) is completely better. Marge still isn't talking to me, though. Maybe she liked you more than you thought, Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Fear? Do you have any idea how to braid? 'Cause it just isn't WORKING!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:9616</id>
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    <title>Clubbing is fun!</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T01:14:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T01:17:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HorrorPops ~ Miss Take</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So. The resteraunt was nice. I wore my dress and Rick wore his suit (which smelled kinda funny . . . .) Rick didn't talk very much until the waiter told me I looked like his first wife. This guy was pretty young, so I thought it was weird for him to have had more'n one, so I asked how many he'd had, and he said none. Then Rick told him to shut up and get lost. I still don't get it . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner (Rick was gonna order the kid's meal for me before he decided to get mousaka instead) we went to this club that the door guy at the resteraunt reccomended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SO much fun! They had all these flashing lights and this loud music and a guy who played almost anything you asked for, just so long as it was cool. Rick got a bit upset when he refused to play 'Ghostdusters', or something. He'd had a few beers by then, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone gave me a chocolate cake! They said it had magic ingredients in it. It was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; yummy, but Rick saw me eating it and took it off me before I was half done. Greedy or &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was a bit of a blur after that . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Marge saw Rick helping me get back to my room at the hotel. She got all huffy and told him he was a disgusting pig. I don't have a clue why.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:9401</id>
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    <title>Ooooooooooh.</title>
    <published>2005-10-03T23:01:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-03T23:01:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ozma ~ Turtleneck Coverup</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My &lt;i&gt;head&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, Fear? Was that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; last night? And would you make Staffhead stop gloating at me before I grab one of those empty wine bottles and KILL HIM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much, is that supposed to happen? I think one of us was singing, and that my wig got thrown around a bit. And Rick started crying over the little dog. &lt;s&gt;Is it true you haven't had any in &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; years?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick? What &lt;i&gt;happened?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:9006</id>
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    <title>Announcement.</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T23:07:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-01T23:14:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>George ~ Rain</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am no longer a Lightning Knight. It's just a program, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Fear now, you can't expect me to betray him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Illusion got what was coming to her, and so will anyone else who asks. So don't.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:8766</id>
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    <title>Damn!</title>
    <published>2005-09-18T09:31:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-18T09:32:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cranberries ~ Animal Instinct</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The Flash won't work! And neither will the Doom Wagon! And Rick can't tell why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if something goes wrong? What if Ace needs me? What if Kilobyte does something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Rick's on it. Which means I'm stuck at the hotel all day, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went shopping. Boring, but I got you guys stuff, so yeah. Now here's hoping I can get it back to you . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Well. Fear promised me some fancy bath thing. Later. (I hope.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:8618</id>
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    <title>Fear's right.</title>
    <published>2005-09-12T05:36:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-12T05:36:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ashley Simpson ~ La la</lj:music>
    <content type="html">As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know why he wants to stop me from destroying Illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you'll get me on the laptop, phone, or by tracking the Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear got me a coat with a big hood, and floppy straw hat, and a pair of gloves so I can walk around with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring you all souvineers. Even Ace, who will be back any day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:8278</id>
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    <title>Grow a BRAIN, people!</title>
    <published>2005-09-05T11:55:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-05T11:57:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Runaway ~ Bon Jovi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">All the circumstances point towards her, she denys it. Then there's evidence, she denys it. Then the evidence is CONFIRMED, she denies it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ace is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; choosing to believe her over both Random and me. Thanks. Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear? C'n I borrow an Amulet piece to bring Ace back and prove everything to him before she destroys us all?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:7984</id>
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    <title>Damn it!</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T00:22:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T00:25:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Love is a Battlefield ~ Pat Benatar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Damn it damn it &lt;i&gt;damn it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have let her live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all her fault! She set the whole thing up and now Ace is in danger! I &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; you guys not to trust her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got the Programmer to fix the Sixth Dimension. Guess I was right about that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;At least I know my upgrades work. &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt; well.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen Ace, if what they're saying about the Tower is true and you don't have enough energy to fight your way to the Haunted House, go find my family. There's an old generator in the back shed. Or, there was when I was five . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just . . . take care.</content>
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    <title>Okay . . . .</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T00:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T00:19:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frou Frou ~ Holding out for a hero.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Fear wants me to find a &lt;i&gt;hobby&lt;/i&gt; that doesn't involve jumping off buildings or risking my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y106/Lightning_Flash/Ace%20Lightning/SparxStaffhead.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring. I don't think Staffhead will like it much, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone should've &lt;i&gt;told&lt;/i&gt; me that hairdryers can catch things on fire! Yeesh!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:7191</id>
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    <title>That's better.</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T08:50:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T08:50:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Runaway ~ Bon Jovi</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went to the Tower yesterday to power up, but I was still kinda tired, so I lay down on the red chair for a while, and woke up ten hours later in my old bed. Heh. Must've needed it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tower's really . . . tidy. And quiet. It was a little strange, but I felt almost uncomfortable. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all this energy to burn. Any volunteers?</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>I'm so tired . . . .</title>
    <published>2005-08-20T06:17:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-20T06:17:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Rat teasing Pigface with the cooking channel.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Maybe I should talk to Duff. I think he's been restricting the power supply to the Haunted House, or something. I haven't had a decent power up since I moved in with Chuck. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear says I've been under stress lately, and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; there was that thing at the Junkyard . . . has anyone seen Mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I'm going to the Tower to hit the transformer. Later.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:6751</id>
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    <title>Carnival life</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T06:27:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T06:34:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The fun house theme.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm seriously going to have to re-decorate this bedroom. Just a lick of paint, some curtains, a few &lt;i&gt;walls&lt;/i&gt;. Or maybe I'll get the minions to. I'm not that great at decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fear bought me a whole bunch of clothes. Apparently the minions won't attack me if I'm not dressed like a Knight. I'm still not sure about the dress, though . . . . But I'm wearing my uniform until the clothes arrive &lt;s&gt;and I find a place to hide it&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to Duff, he's not so bad. His mother was a contortionist, or something, and his father wrote romance novels. And he only complained about what I'd do to his power bill once. He said something about the rides still operating on a power boost Ace gave them last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm off to play chess with Staffhead while Fear talks to someone about getting the shopping chanel cut off, &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; the Rat's mermaid figurine collection grows any more. And &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; there're the beanie toys!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:6539</id>
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    <title>*dances*</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T11:17:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T11:17:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>12 Rounds ~ Fits Nicely</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hello everyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is great. It should happen more. Or maybe it's just Fear. Hmm. Kinda tiring though, in a good way. Like a really good battle but less painful . . . . Fear, I am in love with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Chuck, my PJs are under my pillow, I think. Don't let your mom find them, she might get ideas. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll all be glad to know that the new bed passes with flying colors. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . And Fear? Why is Staffhead glaring daggers at me?</content>
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    <title>explosive_flame @ 2005-08-08T19:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-08T09:35:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-08T09:41:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Matchbox 20 ~ Downfall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Mark to get back from school with the Amulet, so I can take it to the Programmer, who's going to save the Sixth Dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going to the Carnival to try out the new bed. &lt;s&gt;And prove I'm a woman.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait up, Chuck.</content>
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    <title>Alright, Ace and Fear!</title>
    <published>2005-08-02T07:25:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-02T07:46:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Untouchable ~ Garbage</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If I decide to live with &lt;i&gt;either&lt;/i&gt; of you, my decision will be based on what's best for me, and what makes &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; happy, and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to satisfy any selfish, egotistical or paranoid reasons you may be harbouring. I am my own woman, the embodyment of wisdom itself, and I will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be treated as a pet or posession by either of you. Clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else, Kat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm fine living with Chuck 'n all, you know. I don't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to make a decision.&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:explosive_flame:5691</id>
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    <title>Morning!</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T09:52:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T09:52:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>On The Sunny Side Of The Street ~ Judy Garlic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Chuck has a really comfy bed. And he wears the &lt;i&gt;cutest&lt;/i&gt; PJs (sorry for laughing, Chuckdude, they look really good on you, promise. :P). We sat up really late last night eating jellybeans and watching horror movies until Chuck couldn't take it anymore (he said something about being allergic to black jellybeans and needing to sleep it off, but he was shaking like a leaf.) and then we talked about what we were gonna do when we grow up. Well. You know. Chuck's gonna be a rup star or . . . something, and he said I could be his main man roadie. Anyway, it was pretty fun, and he didn't even wake me up early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now his parents are at work and he's at school, so I'm by myself and his house is &lt;i&gt;so boring!&lt;/i&gt;  There's nothing to do. Well, there're Chuck's computers, but he made me promise not to break 'em. &lt;s&gt;Must have me confused with Ace.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried listening to music, but his parents have no taste. Who the heck is Judy Gurgland, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm . . . Oh! The Ace Lightning game! I wonder what would happen if I press this . . . .</content>
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    <title>I'm back!</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T08:17:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-26T09:12:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Do we have a leaky tap?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Didja miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NaviTech busted mid-flight (thanks to a &lt;i&gt;certain explosion&lt;/i&gt; that is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; causing problems) and I got lost. The world is big. Can you blame me? But I did have fun. It was like one of those Adventure Holidays between dimensions, but all the dimensions are in one, kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured that while I was working out how to get home, I'd have a look 'round and stuff. Saw a lot of stuff that'd be too weird even for the Third Dimension, like people drinking from cactuses and something called a . . . &lt;i&gt;Hip-oh-pot-oh-mouse&lt;/i&gt;? Plus I worked on my upgrade, so I should be able to stop the sparking when I want. I'm pretty sure I can . . . But I won't force anyone other than Kilobyte to let me test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kilobyte, Lady Illusion's back? I guess that's why I haven't seen Ace yet . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing it was Ace who fixed up my room? Thanks, man, I love it! :P But next time you feel like talking to Mark about my 'possible-crush-on-Random', lock the convo, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything's as messed-up as usual, which I think is normal here, so I guess that means you're all okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I haven't had a decent power-up since before I spent half my energy on Random, so I'm gonna go hit the Transformer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Welcome back, Lady. I shower at ten and suck at house-keeping. Umm . . . enjoy the birds . . . .</content>
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    <title>Chuck, you are dead!</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T03:52:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T03:53:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Michael Buble ~ Kissing a Fool</lj:music>
    <content type="html">What the hell happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow, my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I would like to issue a take-baction to every guy here for everything I said in, oh, the last twelve hours. Something went wrong. Blame Chuck, who is only alive until I stop feeling like I wrestled a team of semi-trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to know is that I went temporarily insane, before passing out half-way through a . . . a conversation with Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I am now locked in a closet, and that I want to go to sleep and hopefully not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; guy that tries to talk to me ever again will get a big taste of my new upgrade. Where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away.</content>
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    <title>Oh Zoar oh Zoar oh Zoar!!!!!!!!</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T23:20:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-13T23:20:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Shaggy ~ Mr. Lover? CRAP!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ace! How could you not &lt;i&gt;tell&lt;/i&gt; me about something like this?! &lt;i&gt;Sex&lt;/i&gt;?! Even little kids know about it! You should have &lt;i&gt;warned&lt;/i&gt; me, at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Zoar. Is that what you call 'naked hugging'? Are you really that clueless, or do you just want &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; to be? You said you'd never keep secrets again after the 'game' one! Anything &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; I should know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And remember, if you ever have penis-in-vagina sex without a condom, girls can take a back-up method of birth control called emergency contraception (EC), also known as the “morning-after pill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Crap crap crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . . Just so we're clear, I qualify as a 'virgin', right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoar, crap, buggery, short!!</content>
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