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  <title>As Plain as Pandemonium</title>
  <subtitle>(or: A Luscious Mix of Words and Tricks )</subtitle>
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    <name>katisara</name>
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  <updated>2007-04-30T05:26:21Z</updated>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-29T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T05:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T05:26:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wonder if im gonna barf all night.&lt;br /&gt;I hate sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortbus was excellent.  Sook Yin Lee is a goddamn genius.  I listened to DNTO yesterday too.  So feel good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:121621</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-18T07:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T13:42:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-18T13:42:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Amazon.ca fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a book 3 months ago and they still havnt shipped it.  They just keep changing the expected delivery date everytime the last one passes.  I was really looking foward to having this book to read after my exams but now i wont get it until well into the next semester.  Fuckers.  Im this close to boycotting Amazon.  Which sucks cause I love it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:121482</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-18T00:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T06:56:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-18T06:56:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I bought a car.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:121138</id>
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    <title>Everything was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt.</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T17:11:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T17:11:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rest in Peace Kurt Vonnegut.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:120973</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-11T02:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T08:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T08:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">homemade chili&lt;br /&gt;on homemade hashbrowns&lt;br /&gt;and homemade baklava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live a delicious life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:120721</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-07T13:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-07T19:42:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-07T19:42:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i feel like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;a zombie who is having a very bad week.&lt;br /&gt;a zombie who spent an hour filling the tub one potfull of water at a time.  then waiting for it to cool to a non-scalding temperature for another hour just so i could have a 10 minute bath.  &lt;br /&gt;a zombie because i stayed up till 3 in the morning trying to do homework and get lunches made and fruit salad cut up.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to moenymart to get quarters for laundry but its evil outside.  Calgary was georgeous all winter long, like spring with the occasional week of -30 or -40.  Now its april and its just awful out there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a clone to do today for me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:120556</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-05T22:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-06T04:58:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T04:58:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is why i had a bad day:&lt;br /&gt;slept in waaaay later than I thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;had to rush to meet my sister so i skipped breakfast and caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;alice peed on my chair and carpet when I took her diaper off.&lt;br /&gt;the shower wouldnt get hotter than luke-warm.&lt;br /&gt;alice pooped in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a drink at second cup and didnt realise there was no caffeine in it.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a caffeinated drink at starbucks and forgot it on the roof of the car as I packed alice in her car seat.&lt;br /&gt;I sliced my finger wide open when I was digging what I thought was a magnet out from under the fridge.  turned out it was a giant shard of glass from a broken plate.  &lt;br /&gt;alice threw up on me after eating and bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oddly, I went into the liquor store to buy beer for chile and brandy for crepes and came out with a bottle of gin instead.  I don't drink, but I felt like I had no choice in the matter. Unfortunatly, I am without tonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my finger fucking hurts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:120116</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-04T23:38:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-05T05:38:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-05T05:38:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh man!  Bobby Flay has a new show.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooo hot!  Soooooo sexy!&lt;br /&gt;I am actually aroused watching it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:katisara:119979</id>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-03T23:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T05:16:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-04T05:16:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Track This  Next Entry&lt;br /&gt;Three things I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my family&lt;br /&gt;2. getting shit done&lt;br /&gt;3. tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ibs&lt;br /&gt;2. the mothers who walk around my neighborhood pushing strollers and smoking cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;3. all the negativity that haunts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I wish for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. money&lt;br /&gt;2. to be rid of the negativity&lt;br /&gt;3. to get ALL my shit done...just 1 moment with nothing I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. taking baths&lt;br /&gt;2. my basement&lt;br /&gt;3. toronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. groceries&lt;br /&gt;2. a car&lt;br /&gt;3. more yoga instruction videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. read a lot of books&lt;br /&gt;2. get really good at yoga&lt;br /&gt;3. get up earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. obsess over negative things(people) I can't control&lt;br /&gt;2. nag&lt;br /&gt;3. waste time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I should have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. skipped the part where peter and I wasted so many years with assholes who did nothing but hurt us, and just gotten together at the start.&lt;br /&gt;2. stayed in toronto&lt;br /&gt;3. kept my morning routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wake up early&lt;br /&gt;2. keep myself from binging on carbs at midnight every night&lt;br /&gt;3. leave the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cook&lt;br /&gt;2. research &lt;br /&gt;3. take care of my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I am looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. finishing school&lt;br /&gt;3. owning our own home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1996-2003&lt;br /&gt;2. Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;3. Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I like about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my natural beauty&lt;br /&gt;2. my culinary adventures&lt;br /&gt;3. quest for constant self-improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I dislike about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im grumpy&lt;br /&gt;2. im judgemental&lt;br /&gt;3. im a total bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I do every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cook&lt;br /&gt;2. clean&lt;br /&gt;3. homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'd like to do more of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pure leisure&lt;br /&gt;2. yoga&lt;br /&gt;3. laugh</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-03T22:18:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-04T04:18:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-04T04:18:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">200 people still showed up at the Table vegetarian restaurant in Ottawa's Westboro neighbourhood to taste what a "100-kilometre diet" means in eastern Ontario after a long winter — roasted potatoes, sugar-free pancakes with maple syrup, eggs, mushrooms, hot house tomatoes and herbal tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have a pretty good supply of local food, a variety," she said. "And we would be going back to more the way our parents and grandparents ate. It would be root vegetables in the winter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crock.  I'm all for eating healthy and supporting local farmers, but it's definatly not historical.  History is the mingling of different peoples, the diffusion of stuff from allllllll over the place.  history did not occur within a 100 km bubble.  AND, most significantly, human diets were seriously lacking in historical times.  Our grandparents suffered many nutritional difficiencies.  Progress isn't always a bad thing, you frigging luddites.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-02T00:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T06:15:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T06:15:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Something about this weekend has left me glowing and gleeful.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-04-01T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-01T19:33:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-01T19:33:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/"&gt;http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://archives.cbc.ca/IDD-1-68-648/arts_entertainment/april_fools/"&gt;http://archives.cbc.ca/IDD-1-68-648/arts_entertainment/april_fools/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy april fools day</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-31T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T20:46:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-31T20:46:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The American President is on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a little Aaron Sorkin on a saturday afternoon.</content>
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    <title>Sometimes the truth is funny.</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T16:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T16:50:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;              &lt;table&gt;        &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center" height="600" valign="top" width="255"&gt;          &lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DBLMf.gif" name="thebigpicture2"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Underappreciated&lt;/font&gt;                      &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;                    &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="top"&gt;          &lt;center&gt;          &lt;font size="5"&gt;The Battleaxe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;font size="4"&gt;          &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;eliberate&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;rutal&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ove&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;aster          (&lt;font shmolor="red"&gt;DBLMf&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;/center&gt;                       Sharp. Hardened. Dominating. The &lt;b&gt;Battleaxe&lt;/b&gt; sweeps all before her, smiting and what not.           &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;               You've had a number of serious relationships, so you obviously          have many attractive qualities. You're well experienced in          dealing with other people's weirdnesses, and it's likely you're good          in bed by now, too. Also, like the drunken housewife chucking Heinekens          at her no-good husband, you've got a lot of energy.           &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;               People can tell you're &lt;font shmolor="blue"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sophisticated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, and           so you find yourself          the object of infatuations quite often. But it's how you          handle yourself in your relationships that gets you the 'brutal' tag.          Controlling? Imperious? Overbearing? Yes, please.            &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                     &lt;center&gt;          &lt;table align="right" bgshmolor="#bbbbbb" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="1"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;            &lt;td align="center" bgshmolor="#eeeeee"&gt;             &lt;span class="tiny"&gt;              Your exact opposite:&lt;br&gt;             &lt;b&gt;The Nurse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;             &lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RGSDf_thumb.gif" hspace="3" vspace="7"&gt;&lt;br&gt;          Random&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;Gentle&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;Sex&lt;font shmolor="white"&gt;          &lt;/font&gt;Dreamer&lt;br&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;/center&gt;                         Remarkably, you don't mind the           same from your men. You've experience enough          to take whatever you dish out.          Overall, you're a very good person and a          capable lover, and when the time comes you'll make a           fine divorcee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/square.gif"&gt;           &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;font shmolor="red"&gt;ALWAYS AVOID&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The Poolboy&lt;/b&gt;          &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font shmolor="blue"&gt;CONSIDER&lt;/font&gt;: &lt;b&gt;The False Messiah&lt;/b&gt;, someone just like you.              &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 32-Type Dating Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - Free Online Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-30T01:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T07:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T07:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've had this song stuck in my head for a week straight now.  &lt;br /&gt;"do you ever take drugs so that you can have sex without crying" is the best lyric I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-29T11:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-29T17:52:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T17:52:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Guh.  the intercom in my appartment doesnt work so when someone buzzes I have to let them in to find out what they want.  So today I accidently let a jehovas witness in.  &lt;br /&gt;He discussed the fact that there is the wrong name on my buzzer, which I like (anything that makes it harder for peters ex-wifes lunatic family to find us is fine by me.)  Then he pulled out a piece of paper with a gruesome picture of jesus on a cross.  I'm standing in my housecoat holding my baby.  For a moment before he pulled out the paper I got the feeling that he was going to murder me.  I felt fear.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the paper and said "I don't believe in God."  Which is not entirely true, but the more annoying these gnatty people are, the more it becomes true.  How do you feel about that, fuckers?!  I told him that I buzzed him into the building in good faith and that he should not harass the other people in the building.  He said that he comes here all the time and I said that noone has ever come to my appartment and that its a secure building and if he wants to talk to the other people he should go back outside and buzz them all individually since I did not let him in so he could harass everyone.    He was flustery and agitated.  I watched him go back outside and try to buzz everyone else.  &lt;br /&gt;What a strategy.  Send elderly men out in the middle of the day to sneak into secure appartment buildings and try to convert the kind of people who are home during the day: losers and housewifes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should maybe have been less stern.  It would have been good practice.&lt;br /&gt;Today I rearrange the house and finish my precis.  Progess!  PROGRESS!</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-28T12:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T18:08:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T18:08:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok.  Today I study.  &lt;br /&gt;I tell you because I need you all to hold me accountable.  &lt;br /&gt;If I havn't made serious progress today, I want tsk tsks and finger wagging from all of you.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-27T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T04:23:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T04:23:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">me and alice are watching empire records.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the nineties?</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-27T20:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-28T02:17:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-28T02:17:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice says "Oh my god!"</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-26T11:11:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T17:11:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T17:11:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A winter storm watch and a UV index at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love calgary!</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-26T01:20:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T07:20:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T07:20:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">An essay and a precis due at 1am (thanks to the time zone difference between Alberta and BC)and I finish them at exactly 12:58.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed with myself.  Obviously not the best essay I've ever written*, but considering I really didnt get started until almost 10, and I had way less research than I normally like, I don't think I did too bad.  Besides, I didnt proof read for years, whats one more essay with a typo or two?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had 25 minutes to research and write 250 words on Picasso's Guernica, which I did.  Now I'm zoning out to a yoga show on access which is making me excited for tomorrow.  Except, I had to drink a cup of tea to turn my brain on (I had a head ache and was falling asleep before 10) so now I'm in that weird sleepy but awake zone where I'm way too exhausted to do anything, but caffeinated enough to have insomnia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, the best essay I ever wrote was for Dr. Hodges Poli 466 Seminar and it was titled "The Franco-Prussian War as the Continuation of Police" and I discussed how Bismarck followed Clausewitz theory whereas Napoleon did not and that is why Bismarck kicked ass.  It was my first 5000 word paper and it was due the same week as 4 other essays for 4 other classes and I wrote it during reading break in Calgary (along with the 4 other essays) right as, unbeknownst to me, I was becoming pregnant.  I remember taking one whole suitcase with only books.  Also, I was in that Poli 466 seminar in only my second year in university.  And the professor was a crazy hard marker.  But, I got an A.  And besides the birth of my daughter 9 months later, that was the highlight of my year.  That and the first season finale of Veronica Mars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, insomnia, exhaustion, middle of the night caffeine gibberish.  &lt;br /&gt;I should go to bed and play kol till i drop.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-26T00:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-26T06:05:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-26T06:05:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there is nothing more luxurious than the homemade fruit salad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it simple stupid.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-22T12:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-22T18:52:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-22T18:52:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gar.  I hate dealing with companies.  They simply do not value their customers.  I thought I liked Amazon, but I'm starting to think I don't.  I know I definatly would prefer to give my money to amazon rather than Chapters, since I don't like the way Chapters treats their employees (at least the Chapters in Kelowna) but when I email amazon to find out why my order (which was already going to take over a month to get) is taking an extra month, and how that will affect my gift certificate, and I get a form letter in response with no actual answers and a "we've upgraded your order to express! at no charge"  which they'd already half done, and which only saves ONE day, I feel like they're not really trying to satisfy their customers and maybe I should give Chapters another try.  And they didn't actually answer anything I asked about how they're going to charge me with the gift cert now that the orders all broken up.  This after I didn't receive the last gift certificate I was supposed to get from them until the day after it expired, but they say it probably got sent to junk mail and I didnt check, thus I'm liable.  (I use gmail, and nothing from Amazon ever gets sent to junk mail, but I let it slide.)  So, what do I do?  Do I grin and bear it and wait another month.  Or do I order the books from Chapters.  I don't need them immediately, I'm just pissed off on principle.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-21T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-21T06:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-21T06:00:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just finished watching "Jesus is Magic."  I love Sarah Silverman.</content>
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    <title>katisara @ 2007-03-17T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T05:52:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T05:52:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate Like a Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/man.jpg" height="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you communicate, you like to get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to say what's on your mind - and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about your emotions drains you. You rather keep them to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer solving problems to wallowing in your sorrows.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Communicate Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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