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  <title>blood runs through our veins</title>
  <subtitle>that's where our similarities end</subtitle>
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    <name>a_ecostellosong</name>
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  <updated>2007-01-26T06:14:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:2597</id>
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    <title>coffee.</title>
    <published>2007-01-26T06:14:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-26T06:14:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>de rosa, "all saints day"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tired, Cameron slides into a booth. Her gaze is distant and she waits for Mark to show up. She's just not in a good mood.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:2413</id>
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    <title>what i'm listening to...</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T21:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T21:37:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sean lennon, "dead meat"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is one of those moments where your busy, but you're doing everything but what you're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is amused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, House. Don't say I don't ever do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radio moscow, &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/txwsl1"&gt;frustrating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humanzi, &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/5ak0rr"&gt;fix the cracks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barzin, &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/jbqr96"&gt;won’t you come&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barzin, &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/gsrfs6"&gt;let’s go driving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean lennon, &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/khh3fv"&gt;dead meat&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:2114</id>
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    <title>&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T06:58:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T06:58:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the covenant</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Honey. *blush* You didn't have to.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:1983</id>
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    <title>RP for harvard_law [locked: girls' night out and don't look at us like that]</title>
    <published>2007-01-25T03:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-25T03:05:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>barzin, "leaving time"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Allison rubs her eyes, leaning against the desk as she waits for Stacy to show up for their meeting. She brushes her hand against her neck, rubbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's exhausted and there's something that she has talk about with the older woman. Something about the case-- she can't remember, between packing and going back and forth between LA and Princeton, she feels like she needs a vacation already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reaches for iPod to wait.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:1683</id>
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    <title>and because it's quiet.</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T03:49:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T03:49:39Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <lj:music>hot IQs, "duck and cover"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Other than the fact that there's nothing to do-- we're all caught up finally. I'm subjecting myself to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment here and tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) One thing you like about me&lt;br /&gt;2) One thing you don't like about me&lt;br /&gt;3) One thing you find sexy about me&lt;br /&gt;4) One thing you'd like to do to me&lt;br /&gt;5) One thing you've always wanted to tell me but never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy, paste, do in your journals. If you choose.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:1420</id>
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    <title>Vacation. &amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T21:06:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T21:06:19Z</updated>
    <category term="spain"/>
    <lj:music>sahara hotnights, "alright alright"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Why am I in New Jersey again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/a_ecostellosong/pic/000012td/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/a_ecostellosong/pic/000012td/s320x240" width="320" height="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:1211</id>
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    <title>RP for backgroundman</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T09:08:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T09:08:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>peter bjorn and john, "it beats me every time"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">They've been talking about this trip for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with a free week, Allison decides to go and see Mark in LA. It's insane how twisted her nerves are-- for the first time in her life she has something tangible and steady. She's protective of their relationship of where they're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the scariest part of it all. She's still bewildered by how lucky she is, finding him and being able to share her life with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, she's in LA and happy to be here. She smooths her hands against the hem of her dress, leaning against the escalator as it drifts down to the baggage claim.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:937</id>
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    <title>Well, Jack.</title>
    <published>2007-01-22T07:16:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-22T07:16:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>benoît pioulard, "together &amp; down"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Mondays are &lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; to torment humanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. Jack Bauer *amused*, I feel like I have to bake you a cake. Or promise to name my first born after you or something.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ecostellosong:715</id>
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    <title>muse_manifesto: What is the moment or event that changed your life?</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T06:31:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T06:31:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the kills, "dead road 7"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is that question you get in the beginning of your freshman philosophy class, the kind of question that the professor is just &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to mock you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a long winded way of saying &lt;i&gt;god, this is stupid&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time ago. I was young and there was this boy— yeah, I know. It’s how it always starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will say this. Falling in love is the most terrifying, most impossible sensation that you’ll ever encounter. It’s high and a low and unfortunately, for me, it was an ugly low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to say that it gave me a certain perspective, but it definitely closed a lot of things in me. I’m trying &lt;i&gt;desperately&lt;/i&gt; to avoid the Oprah moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s this, a ring, and the series of events that followed that really screwed me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse:&lt;/b&gt; Allison Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; House, M.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 147&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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