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  <title>the lonely road</title>
  <subtitle>always_flesh</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-12-26T15:47:21Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:3700</id>
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    <title>Come up and see me</title>
    <published>2005-12-26T15:47:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-26T15:47:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my mistake - split enz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've purged everybody from my friends list. See this isn't my real journal this is my other journal. On my real journal I have real-life sisters &amp; cousins &amp; friends on my friends list. The reason I started this journal was so I could document certain problems that keep arising in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But typical me, I had to go to add-me's and get some friends and then I felt to pathetic to write what I needed to write because someone might actually read it. Now I don't care if anybody &lt;i&gt;keeps&lt;/i&gt; me on their friends list even though I unfriended everybody, I just know in my heart I am writing for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; have had that sixth beer. I don't even normally drink beer and I know it gives the worst headache of all but I did it anyway. Should not have done that. I have to get up in the morning and write an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start this essay I go for about an hour then decide some alcohol will help me. It doesn't. It helps me go to sleep is what it does. I don't know I wouldn't say I have a drinking problem though it would be classified as such by the people around me who love me, if they knew I was drinking this much + during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I want to live with my boyfriend because he would stop me from doing these stupid things/I wouldn't have time to stuff around doing these stupid things like chatting to friends on msn while drinking. However there is the porno that I found and the fact that I believe he cares for me &amp; loves me the way you would a family member - but not in that way that I need. I did confront him about the porno and he said that I shouldn't concern myself/worry about his interests! I mean what the fuck is that if not insulting and I should have broken up with him on the spot but I didn't. Probably because I'd had a couple when I asked him. He has identified a drinking problem but thinks that it is ok if I am with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is obviously very bad because I need him. Oh I'm trying to be independant and stuff &amp; acting like I don't need anybody but I don't think I'm succeeding very well. I have to restrain myself. I lied to everybody (including him) and said that I had finished my essay and that is why I am back in Perth a day early with nobody knowing so that I can finish it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be very strong tomorrow. I'm not sure I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, approaching one month without one single cigarette. Pat on the back at least for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. How disgusting is that smiley?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:2214</id>
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    <title>I FUCKING WANT A CIGARETTE!</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T14:13:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T15:26:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>blondie - heart of glass</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This just isn't working. The microtabs taste like shit and even though I'm enjoying smelling pretty and, well, actually being able to smell I just want one, one is all I ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. It's only been 3 days. And I'm working tomorrow with a chain-smoking co-worker. Lunch is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy jan.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:1856</id>
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    <title>Everything's FINE</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T07:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T15:47:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>end of the line - traveling wilburys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I owe the library $216. Aman!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:1545</id>
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    <title>always_flesh @ 2005-12-05T15:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T07:31:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T07:36:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">new icon care of &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_caz_smash' lj:user='caz_smash' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://caz-smash.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://caz-smash.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;caz_smash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Love it. Love Rimmer. God I want to just veg out and watch red dwarf right now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:1379</id>
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    <title>empistemologize this</title>
    <published>2005-12-05T07:27:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-05T07:27:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eels - ugly love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Yet contemporary philosophy and sociology of science (Quine 1960, 1981; Latour 1987) imply that conception of such epistemological chasms are unsustainable." - Sylvia Walby, "Against Epistemological Chasms: The Science Question in Feminism Revisited (2001) &lt;i&gt;Signs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a paper that was written in 2001, to say that 1960, 1981 &amp; 1987 are "contemporary" years is pretty poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm stressing out. I need to finish this essay but time is going so fast. I have to work tomorrow. I have to call the uni library and ask them how much I owe in fines before they close for the year on Thursday and I have sanctions until the next year. I need to pay my parking fine. I need to fill out the form for the lawyers about the car accident 2 years ago. I need to get my passport done. I need to write my CV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write this essay. I also need to watch Neighbours tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like every minute I sit here I get fatter. I'm 63kg at the moment but I feel fat. I found my Turkish dictionary at least today so yay for that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:1260</id>
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    <title>Mantra</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T11:54:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T11:54:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>eels - lick your boots</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc" size="5"&gt;You're alright and you're &lt;br&gt;gonna get through it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:always_flesh:657</id>
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    <title>Reflexion</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T10:48:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T10:48:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>franki valli &amp; the four seasons - walk like a man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have been cleaning out all of my study and other papers from the spare room today to put off doing my essay. I came across my letters box - a lot of them, most of them, were from Rebecca. I decided to ditch them because I was a different person then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found an envelope where Rachel had written her blogspot addy on it (&lt;a href="http://anthraxonatampax.blogspot.com"&gt;http://anthraxonatampax.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) which was her first blog. I had a look at the blog because I was curious and in a reminicing kind of mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. It was 2003 that I met up with her and my life changed so dramatically. I spent the good part of a year fucking up my life with her. Then in 2004 I spent the good part of a year trying to get my life back on track while she systematically tried to dismantle everything I worked so hard to achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't dreamt about her in a long time, which is so good. A couple of months ago I had a sucession of dreams about her. In some I was friends with her again and she was doing the same shit as before. In others she wouldn't leave me alone and I was telling her to stay out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams? Are beautiful. Last night I dreamt that I was sleeping and partner kissed me, and I woke up but was pretending to be asleep but couldn't help smiling because he kissed me three times again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all my dreams were like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a cigarette in two days which I'm incredibly proud of myself for. I know its only two days and I am using microtabs as well but it is just so final this time. I am not going back to it. I have shed the skin of that identity which was never really anything to do with my subjectivity in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me that Jane is back from Europe. I'd like to catch up with her, but the thought has been making me reflect on exactly what I have achieved in the last 5 years since high school. When I finish this essay tomorrow morning I will have completed my degree and will have 2 years office experience which is a great achievement but most of the people I went to highschool with finished their degrees two years ago and have 2 years &lt;i&gt;professional&lt;/i&gt; experience. Or they've been traveling and working overseas, like Jane. Which is also an amazing achievement.</content>
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