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    <title>August 5, 1983</title>
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    <content type="html">I haven't written in months. Not since I found out Ranjit was pregnant. Things have been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into a house together. We got married. Her family even came to the wedding. I went to India to invite them to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. We have a beautiful baby girl. Maya Kaur Elliot.  She was born on August 2, 1983. She's perfect. I've taken some time off work to be with Ranjit and Maya. My two girls. They're both so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I could be any happier right now.</content>
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    <title>January 1, 1983</title>
    <published>2008-10-24T19:34:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-24T19:34:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a great girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks pregnant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths, JD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do to make her less scared when I'm freaking out too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for the States tomorrow. To see my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time for a to do list. My girlfriend is having a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. It'll be fine. We can do this. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>November 12, 1982</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T18:13:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T18:15:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny thing. So different with each person.  Before I left for Africa I hadn't been laid in...months. Maybe longer. Now...the opportunity is everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you decide if you're meant to be with one person over another?  Ranjit says sex should be your souls combining.  That you're missing part of yourself because the person you're supposed to be with has that part.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it make it wrong to have sex with someone who isn't your soul mate? I obviously don't think so. Otherwise I'd have been screwed a long time ago. Literally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is still worried that she regrets what happened. I should have been the voice of reason. But with her...it is so hard. She told me she wanted to kiss me. I don't even know what happened from there. Well, I do, but I probably shouldn't rewrite it on paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man...was it good. And she was so adorable, so unsure of what to say or do after. Something I won't forget anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of me is doing a very happy dance. It's not like I went home with some random girl I just met. It's her. And there is a big part of me that most certainly wants to be with her in more than just a physical sense. There is just something that happens when I see her. It's different. But is that really what she wants? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's happy with the decision.  It's something I don't want her to regret.  I know she wants to be pure. But...I still think she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Elliot, you have no idea what you are doing when it comes to women. Moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Date two? We did things a bit backwards.&lt;br /&gt;2. Track down Missy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas shopping. &lt;br /&gt;5. Try not to fuck things up for once.&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>August 13, 1982</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T08:02:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written since I've been back. I don't really feel like playing catch-up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the ring back. Well, I don't have it. Missy has it. Frozen in a container in her freezer. Along with the letter. I'm still not entirely sure how that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delusional all along. I don't know what made me think I stood a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Missy. I met her after I was returned to normal adulthood. Which I'm just...not writing about. Stupid curse that turned me little and started all the problems in the first place. I've just realized I haven't told a single person about that. Besides those that knew during.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at a bar. It's been hmm, maybe three weeks? It seems like ages. She's becoming a pretty good friend. But it's rather strange. Well...there is the fact that we're shagging. Just sometimes. She knows all about Starla. And about briefly dating Ranjit and about things with Riana. She knows about Africa, about my past job. I know loads about her as well. She's afraid of fish. So strange. Anyway. We had a row tonight. I met her at the bar with her friend from work. He had to run off so her and I started knocking them back. She went on this date with this Leslie bloke. A bloke named Leslie. I mean, what the hell sort of name is that. He didn't call after the date. Muggle bloke. Apparently she is rather touchy about it. She accused me of just not wanting to lose her as a 'fuck buddy'.  I'm not sure how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in my bed right now, sleeping. Somehow the fight ended when she fell off a fence and we walked back here. Christine is coming in the morning and Missy is coming with me to pick her up at the airport. Apparently I'll be rolled out of bed in the most obnoxious way because she is in charge of making sure I get up and to the airport. I'm not entirely sure what we'll do when one of us actually starts dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Riana. Who has suddenly come back into my life. I ran into her at a cafe a while ago. We had a tense conversation. Then she shows up at my flat, we play this game of strip rock, paper, scissors with questions. Her idea. She ends up drunk and we ended up fighting. I took her home, put her to bed. It was weird.  She came back by the other day, well night. She wanted to go out, so we went to that beach we went when we first met. She just strips down to her knickers and goes right in. We had a...strange moment in the water. Not much happened after that. It was just awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many and too few women in my life. And I don't know what I'm doing with any of them. Ugh. And Christine will be here tomorrow to add one more woman into my life. Merlin, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>February 9, 1982</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T13:57:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T14:08:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been here for over a week. We're in Nigeria, on the edge of a little village that I only just learned how to pronounce. Spelling it is out of the question. We're in two person huts. Apparently we're staying away from the populated, more established cities. Our work is out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man I live with in my hut I call Oma. I don't know his full name because I think he said it five times and I still couldn't understand it. So Oma was all I got out of it. He calls me Josh, even though it doesn't sound exactly like that. It reminds me of Ranjit. She always refused to call me JD. It was always Josh. I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Oma is one of the most interesting people I have ever met in my life. He's not much older than me and he's already been through so much. His tribe? was killed when he was ten. It was just him and his brother. They learned magic from an old man in the village they ended up finding their way to. The spells he knows are so different than what I learned in school. He's teaching me a lot though. He views magic so differently. And Ranjit was right, the muggles believe in magic much more here, but we still keep things hidden. Everything. I don't think they would want to see the sorts of curses we are dealing with here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work is different than I expected, but...somewhat the same. It's not easy. It's dangerous. I'm focusing on the mundane aspects of my life rather than my work because already some of the things I've seen are not things I like to think about. We spend a lot of time in the jungle, in heavily charmed areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans have already changed. We're going to Ghana next. I don't know where we'll go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Jamie and Randy I'd be back. I'm going to try to keep my promise, but I don't know right now. They have Moxie. I couldn't bring her with me. I miss them. They didn't want me to go. They think it's rash, but I wanted to come. I want to be here and not in London anymore. I'll figure it out when my work here is done.</content>
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    <title>January 26, 1982</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T13:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T13:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Don't fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they all say. Every one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the pathetic best friend. I'm never the one they want. I'm never going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to move on. Get out of London. Just go somewhere far away. At least if I go away there is a reason to be lonely rather than staying in this god damned city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they're all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. End Lease&lt;br /&gt;2. Find cursebreaking job far away. Maybe Africa. &lt;br /&gt;3. Who the fuck cares.</content>
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    <title>October 10? 1981</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T14:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T14:36:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Women. How I love and hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starla. &lt;br /&gt;I do miss her. It is nice talking to her. She will always have a very special place in my heart. I hope we can work out this whole friends thing. It was fun playing with Brendan. Need to find that kid again. I think he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranjit.&lt;br /&gt;She is gorgeous and spunky and shy and fun and smart and more. I really like spending time with her. I also greatly enjoy kissing her. These two things so far are the biggest perk of being trapped inside this castle. Also the food. It means I don't have to go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Find new socks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find Ranjit.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find information about ninjas.&lt;br /&gt;4. Find Jamie/Randy.</content>
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    <title>June 12, 1980</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T07:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T07:31:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Women. Grrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice ones are the worst of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>June 1, 1980</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T21:01:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T21:01:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The old pages are gone. I will not be speaking of them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go find Randy and Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Randy's little sister, Lilly. Funsized one. I like her. Introducing her to Moxie later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's tricky though. Made me talk. And eat. She's funny though. It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do: &lt;br /&gt;1. Clean apartment.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay someone to clean apartment. &lt;br /&gt;3. Buy alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy food.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy boxers. I need new ones. &lt;br /&gt;6. Move number 5 to number 1. Consider moving number 4 higher on list.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lilly + Moxie.</content>
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    <title>October 8, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-09-11T04:56:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-11T04:56:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I, Joshua Dean Elliot, have a girlfriend. I would like to officially state that here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starla and I were just talking. Well, she caught me sneaking a shower cause well...I explained about he living situation. She didn't think badly of me because of it. I told her I wanted her to be happy. That I didn't know what else to do. I don't have anything to offer. She said she doesn't need me to give her anything. I know that, but I wanted to. In the end though, she told me she'd be mine if I'd still have her. Of course I would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl makes my head spin I'm so crazy about her. I can't get this stupid smile off my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her birthday gift. I could only afford two of the charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Timetable for birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop smiling, you look like a bloody fool.&lt;br /&gt;3. Talk to Christine about birthday details.&lt;br /&gt;4. Talk to Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shop.&lt;br /&gt;6. Work.&lt;br /&gt;7. Find some place to live.</content>
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    <title>September 21, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-08-30T23:10:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T23:10:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a brilliant idiot I astound myself. Such an incredible ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that ex of hers was there all touchy feely and smilely and whispering to her grrr. He was /gone/. And now he's just back. Probably the end of it for me. I FINALLY get her to go out with me. I've barely even had her and I'm probably going to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept on the dock. All this mildew crap or what the fuck ever was on me when I woke up. My clothes were all damp. Freaking cold too. I think I have a cold to top it all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he falls in a large hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Who fucking cares.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dig above large hole.</content>
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    <title>September 1, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-08-21T06:50:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T06:51:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking excellent night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Play, dancing, drinks, tower, kissing, walk, drive, kissing, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis on the KISSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a feeling though it'll be just kissing for a looooooong time. Not that I mind. I'm thrilled. Just...better get familiar with my right hand again. Damnit. No, no damnit. Happy. I'm very happy. Not about the right hand bit, about the date going well, about the kissing, about holding hands with her, about the fact she still seems to like me for whatever bizarre reason. Maybe she's as mental as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last bloke she dated? Fucking moron. Seriously. Who'd just...disappear like that if they've got a girl like her. Baffling. I'd kick him in the shins if I knew who the fuck he was. But I'd rather him just stay out of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will finish this and go do a victory dance somewhere in my tiny little room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, she makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a woman. ... I wonder what she's up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit JD. Stop. Make your to do list and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy new socks. Mine are holey. Maybe I'm Saint worthy. &lt;br /&gt;2. Find Randy and tell her I GOT SOME. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find Jamie. Harass her for shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;4. Find Starla. Hang out on her boat. (move to number 2. I really do need socks)&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat.</content>
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    <title>August 28, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T18:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-15T18:09:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="6"&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I've got a date with Starla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her. She didn't freak out. She was more just worried. The woman is freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what we're doing. Some untraditional we decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell Randy&lt;br /&gt;2. Who the fuck cares? I've got a date. Ahahahahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>July 13, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-07-11T00:25:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T00:25:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I even get into what a bloody idiot I am? No. It would be a waste of my pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to India please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. Damnit. Damnit. I have such an amazing friend and I go and screw it up with "feelings". Fuck feelings. They're for women and pansies. I am neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do: &lt;br /&gt;1. Again. STOP BEING A FUCKING MORONIC IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop screwing up. &lt;br /&gt;3. Get off your ass and rent a fucking flat. &lt;br /&gt;4. Ask Randy what to do now. She better know. If not I'm totally fucked, not just 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>June 23, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-06-30T22:31:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-30T22:38:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aw fuck. Randy was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit JD, you're an idiot sometimes. Complete and total idiot. How do you manage to get yourself into these situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy was cool. It was really neat in the forest. I was wearing two different shoes though cause she woke me up. Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her two mini, mini horses. Going to bring them over when I finish the job I've got. Then I'm off on business for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. STOP BEING A FUCKING MORON</content>
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    <title>June 19, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-06-29T07:15:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-29T07:15:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God damnit. That woman is fucking amazing. She's nothing like me except when it comes to our sense of adventure and what I'll cacll bravery. Others may call it stupidity. I like to make myself sound better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made up the most ridiculous song in that cave. She probably thinks I'm a complete fool. It was grea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the run rise.&lt;br /&gt;Dived off the cliff into the water.&lt;br /&gt;Explored the cave.&lt;br /&gt;Layed on our lazy asses and ate donuts on the raft, floating around in the water in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when she blushes. The more she does it the more I want to make her blush. It's a viscious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I told Randy. Just getting to know her is all. Not fucking going to be whipped by a girl with a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy something to cheer up Randy. Maybe a puppet. &lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure Randy is okay after last talk.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop thinking about Starla.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get money.&lt;br /&gt;5. Work.&lt;br /&gt;6. BUY FOOD DAMNIT.</content>
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    <title>June 14, 1980</title>
    <published>2007-06-26T06:41:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-26T06:41:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn. Just....damn. Or wow rather. I haven't had that much fun in months. That girl is pretty incredible. Not sure she knows it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stole a muggle boat - her idea.&lt;br /&gt;We told a guy on the docks we were engaged and wanted to take our her parent's boat, but their captain was on vacation and that her father would give him good recommendations - my idea&lt;br /&gt;Skinny dipping didn't happen - my idea, her squishing of my idea&lt;br /&gt;We danced - both of us&lt;br /&gt;We talked - my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't just talk so it wasn't awkward. We got to know each other. Random things that we may otherwise never find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I know about my fiancee Starla Darling (aka Starla Day, friend).&lt;br /&gt;1. Favorite time of day is morning&lt;br /&gt;2. Is a pirate&lt;br /&gt;3. Loves animals. Cats &amp;gt; Dogs&lt;br /&gt;4. Hates muffins&lt;br /&gt;5. If stuck on an island she'd bring the books in the Narnia series to read over and over&lt;br /&gt;6. She loves reading&lt;br /&gt;7. She is a virgin and wants to wait until marriage (sucks)&lt;br /&gt;8. She doesn't like people getting too close emotionally&lt;br /&gt;9. Likes glitter?&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite color is blue&lt;br /&gt;11. Doesn't want to grow up&lt;br /&gt;12. Likes stars&lt;br /&gt;13. Something about some sort of lemon turkish delight&lt;br /&gt;14. Likes pretending and going on adventures&lt;br /&gt;15. Can't handle alcohol (can fix this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more of course, these are the first 15 that come to mind. She's very cute when she blushes. She is also dating someone if I recall correctly. I wonder if they're still dating. I didn't think to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that we talked about Peter Pan and I gave her the last name Darling. Second star to the right and straight on to morning, m'dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself Starla Day, we have more adventures ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy food, damnit. I'm always buying food.&lt;br /&gt;2. Contact man about job possibility&lt;br /&gt;3. Talk to Randy&lt;br /&gt;4. Send note to Starla&lt;br /&gt;5. Find place to live. Doesn't have to be done immediately. Can't yet addord.</content>
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    <title>jdelliot @ 2007-04-14T07:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-14T11:44:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-14T11:44:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Birthday kisses should be made mandatory every year. My birthday is the first of the year afterall. I think they should start at New Years, right at midnight and be continuous throughout the day until midnight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrie? Good kisser. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhiannon Wize. Met her in the Cauldron. Stressed out. We had some fun though, which was interrupted by Daniel Soong. Crazy kid. I think I like him. We're supposed to go drinking sometime and I got a note from him asking if I wanted to have some fun and go flying with him. We'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to Kaism...find out how to spell his name.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bother Kyrie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Track down Randy maybe.&lt;br /&gt;4. Daniel Soong. I'm not sure what about him though. Something.&lt;br /&gt;5. Possibly buy food if I have enough spare change.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get Silas something.</content>
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    <title>jdelliot @ 2007-03-26T16:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T20:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T20:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Kyrie's out. Need to take her on a date. She can't go out out though, so I need to think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a friend of Silas', Daniel. Interesting character. Seemed nice enough, very closed off to people though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting some more work lately. Just little stuff still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Find Flat&lt;br /&gt;2. Talk to Silas about fun things to do around here&lt;br /&gt;3. Consider getting a job bartending at the LC&lt;br /&gt;4. Figure out date with Kyrie&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy food again. Damnit I eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pay my tab....eventually</content>
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    <title>October 30, 1979</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T06:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-08T06:43:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I met a woman about a month ago. Kyrie. She's cute and she has this innocent thing to her. It's delicious. We went out. Was a nice little adventure. I was shocked she stayed with me so well. I drove her around on Moxie. We set another date for a month's time which was just a few days ago. She's in Mungos though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still had our date. We watched Star Wars. Se slept for a little and then we talked. She's interesting. Something about her I like. She asked me to write, so I wrote her a letter. It was awful, but I did what I said I would. When she gets better we're going out again. Maybe I should visit, she seemed like she enjoyed the company. And the cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out who Mona is. Randy Drake. She still claims it is Mona. She still doesn't know my name. We had some interesting letters between us. She wanted to know about Moxie. I made it sound like Moxie was a woman and not a scooter. Whoops. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jasper. I've got some work now. Little things first. He needs to know he can trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a flat. I've been slacking on that.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find Randy. Apparently she is sick too. I'll try her castle maybe.&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit Kyrie.&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy food.&lt;br /&gt;5. Move number 4 to Number 1.</content>
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    <title>October 4, 1979</title>
    <published>2007-02-22T05:16:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-22T05:16:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought this at the airport on the way over here. It's a silly muggle journal. Maybe it will help me organize my life or some bullshit like that. What are you supposed to write about in these things anyways? Not writing about work. Not that I have any at the moment. Should look into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things I should look into. I was standing outside a pub about to smoke and this girl comes out and just pulls me against her, so she's between me and the wall and starts kissing me. Apparently she kissed some guy's girlfriend and he was after her. Basically she was using me. Kind of hot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me her name was Mona. I told her my name was Christ. Things I know about her:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cute&lt;br /&gt;2. Short&lt;br /&gt;3. Walks with a cane&lt;br /&gt;4. Lots of brothers, two in the corps&lt;br /&gt;5. Works in cursebreaking for the ministry&lt;br /&gt;6. Randolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do some investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman had never eaten a cheesebruger. It was painful to hear that. I made her eat a bite of one. She was intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to accomplish this week if I get around to them:&lt;br /&gt;1. Figure out how to get in contact with Flash or Silas&lt;br /&gt;2. Find an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;3. Figure out who Mona is. (Move this to number one as it is more interesting and probably less work)&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy food.</content>
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