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  <title>The life and times of a raggamuffin</title>
  <subtitle>Did you read that bit about being afraid of spam-robots!?</subtitle>
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    <title>FRIDAY 10th MARCH! Get your best circus dress out!</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T15:57:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img160.imageshack.us/img160/4821/posting2sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;SEE! The Delightful Delilah dares to dance, Miss Marianne Cheesecake in a show stopping baloon poping ballancing act! and A FREE Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum for early birds! Plus MORE! MORE! MORE! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! Email@ohmygodimissyou@hotmail.com for entry to the £6 Guestlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;</content>
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    <title>Tip top fun to be had!</title>
    <published>2006-02-06T00:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-06T00:14:38Z</updated>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2005-12-02T00:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T00:34:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T00:34:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.ohmygodimissyou.com/POPUPweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; 9pm-2am Pollards Row just off Bethnal Green Road&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! Devillia De Dallas BURN! BURN! BURN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! Marrianne Cheesecake battle her hideous glove of doom!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! Clarice Coffin emerge!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! The Sisters of no mercy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE! MORE! MORE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY! A FREE Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum&lt;/h3&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:5677</id>
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    <title>why'd he bite you?</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T20:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T20:16:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Me and the dawg general Forksville became full on DJ'S for a band night at the luminaire club last week because pollys band was playing but the club couldnt get a dj! its was very frightning and our legs shook because neither of us had even gone near decks or whatever they are called before. but we pulled through and arose victorious and NO it was not in a dirty queens of noise style, it was a lovely kate bush shakey legged girls style, and the organiser asked us if we would do it again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else see the Chippendales movie????? I can't put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxx</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:5517</id>
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    <title>fizzy pop and a crunchy</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T16:01:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T16:01:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none i am a husk</lj:music>
    <content type="html">God help me,  i have started watching big brother again, these people are monsters one and all, "yeh no but whatever coz i dont even care, coz at the end off the day im just like whatever minger dont mug youself off" is that allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is looking top dollor, we have big animals and multi million pound striped circus material huzzah! &lt;br /&gt;i have just noticed forknall doesnt have me as a mutual friend on this journal job! what a cock knocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get fucked four eyes x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:5129</id>
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    <title>Franklin Fuckin Mint</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T21:37:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T21:37:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the 'Get in the Ring' www.ohmygodimissyou.com Shin dig is underway and we are shaking like two rabbits caught in the headlights of the 21st century, its scary stuff alright, but we are gonna sit on it wimwob style then do one and fuck off, meanwhile I saw your passport and youre all dressed up like the Cure. so its gonna be mega. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gots to get me a job, whatever i'll do fucking anything its just gotta be part time, is that unreasonable? London says yes. But i just saw an ad for adult phone line voice overs so things are lookin up for me, looks like my degree is kickin in at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its  jamesforddotcoms birthday Sat i'm going as a camden leisure pirate swashbuckling good fun will be had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bethnal Green and living with the Kat and the fork, its more than beautiful baby its beautifulerous, we have exhibitions in the hallway and dance with skeletons, and our mum hides in a bunker before breakfast, Stef and her friend came last week and it was lovely to see them for lunchtime fun, and mark came before that equalling a super gem happy time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:4920</id>
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    <title>the man with the eyes in his eyes.</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T14:28:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T14:28:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gemstones Adam G</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was in a petrol station and the guy behind the counter says "you have lovely eyes" so I say "oh ok thanks" and as I am walking out the door he shouts to me "look after them, they will be mine one day" Was that a threat? It gave me all these bad visions of having my eyes transplanted into a stranger and him looking through my eyes and laughing at my empty face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh Caroline x x x x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:4754</id>
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    <title>when we get to pig city we'll be happy.</title>
    <published>2005-02-02T23:39:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-02T23:39:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>futureheads</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You know whats horrible? when someone makes you feel bad and they probably don't even mean to but it still does and you feel horribly upset but you have to act all smiles and roses and shit? I hate that. But what evs, its good really because it helps you realise that you have these other people in your life who dont make you feel like that, even by accident, and thats really lovely and lucky.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:4455</id>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2005-01-28T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T22:42:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T22:42:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Baby dayliner (ahhh so good) bright eyes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Y'know who can go fuck themselves? Estate agents thats who. High hopes and low estate agents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I have to stop using the Journal for bad and must only use it for good, I'm just like whiney whine swiney swine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today I almost bought a huge recorder, (as in the blowey woodwind instrument of love) It was Huge! To be honest I think you are underestimating how big this recorder was, I'm talking so big that i very much doubt a human man could strech their fingers to cover the holes, Man did I want this recorder, all 25.00 muscular pounds of it. Its a mean recorder machine. So I try to hand over the money and the lady behind the counter is all, "oh we don't have any of those in stock" and im all "well can i have that one?" and shes all "no way thats a dummy display model only" yeh shah, like that one doesnt have the special magic wheel mechanics inside it, like a non display one would, like a recorded consists of more than a plastic hollow shell. What evs lady. So i ran off but i left my temper behind, so more fool her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got a lumber jacks jacket today (he wasnt to happy) and I have wanted one for a million so I was done, stick a fork in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breen</content>
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    <title>Happy new ass</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T14:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T14:52:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lovely head newsom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Whatsa matta everyone? nobody ever live journals anymore, its like a ghost town, now my live journal is no differant to the one I keep under my bed, all you dirty rabbits have skipped town. &lt;br /&gt;Is it because you were shitting where you eat? yeh thought so. Well I liked your dirty stink so come back ok. &lt;br /&gt;I have this depressing feeling about 2005 but what ev's I will get over it with the help of the nazi dance troupe dress up yeh yeh bang bang big top circus on the prom prom prom.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go play with my elgin marbles now, breeno x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:3851</id>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2004-12-20T19:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T19:15:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T19:15:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My Grandad just handed my dad some old family photo's and my step Gran said 'he wants you to have them incase he goes' and my dad said 'goes where?'</content>
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    <title>Chocolate burn</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T18:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T18:18:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joanna Newsom</lj:music>
    <content type="html">out of sheer bordem I have just consumed my own weight in cadburys Mini rolls and dublin coddle (my family are Irish and dublin coddle is basically a poor mans stew boiled sausages and bacon with potato and onion in some sort of water, its actually really nice)&lt;br /&gt;oh christ Grandad is outside, prepare for the onslaught, I love my Grandad but he is a strict man and he shows you he loves you by creeping up behind you and wacking you over the head or actually attempting to pull your nose off your face. &lt;br /&gt;once as a child he took me to some caves and then ran off and hid, i got really really scared it was very dark and then WHAM he jumps out and grabs me and my ice cream goes right in my face and I get in trouble for making my clothes all chocolatey.</content>
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    <title>Xmas for Dogs</title>
    <published>2004-12-20T11:42:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-20T11:42:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My eyes have just fallen upon an image taken by my mother of our dogs, one has a mouth like the joker one is wearing a bobble hat and they are both wrapped up in fairy lights. They have a desperate look in their doggie eyes. that women is not right.</content>
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    <title>That is like so very.</title>
    <published>2004-12-19T23:31:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-19T23:31:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crystal Gale</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have just come home for christmas and I'm through with everything, from now on its nothing but queen of the skaters for me, I am gonna go back to school and pretend to be 15 again, Grotty to the max, barf it up, what is your major malfunction? that is so very. I shall change my name to Veronica or Velouria or Caribou or Dirk, Dirk yeh I always liked Dirk.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:3012</id>
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    <title>Black Snow</title>
    <published>2004-12-15T14:58:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-15T14:58:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>certainly not Interpol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today is rubbish, today sucks cocks in hell, because today I could be doing somthing much more exciting but I am not, because Breen has to learn that, that is just the way the cookie crumbles for ridiculous girl pantomimes like her.</content>
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    <title>double ender</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T22:45:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T22:45:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>interpol Turn on the bright lights</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Becky fell in love with a real,life man goat the other night at the narnian circus, and I with a gay man we shall know only as 'brideshead revisited'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get an early night, as i have an important business meeting with the Forks tommorrow morning 10.30 sharp. She is to bring a bottle of peach snaps and a double ended cigar.</content>
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    <title>Your a bad daddy</title>
    <published>2004-12-01T14:14:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-01T14:14:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>me and forks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Went to Nottingham at the weekend and saw the kids it was great, I think I laughed more in one weekend than a normal person does in one lifetime, at one point I nearly threw up my own face from laughing. I think we must give off weird chemicals that make each other crazy, but a good crazy not a bad daddy style crazy. Snake mountain were the Bees Knees, those boys have a kind of magic comming out of them and they must bottle it and give it out. Kafs was a pass the parcel wizard. I don't want Ste to go home, I want him to live in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I have  alot of motivation but as a consequence my spelling has gone to shit. I feel very good about things, me and bex are dressing as victorian ice skaters soon and serving hot chocolate, also i am going to be selling my wares at this thing so its all good shit and I have decided to become a horror film maker so thats sorted that out. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Becky made a start to our band, as yet we have no name and only half a song in an argentinian circus style, but its a start.</content>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2004-11-19T14:35:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-19T14:39:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-19T14:39:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tuff Ghost</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You see a peanut, the day's off to a good start.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:caroline_breen:1880</id>
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    <title>It's all about the fucking ghosts.</title>
    <published>2004-11-16T16:10:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-16T16:10:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Slow Hands-Interpol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Saw the unicorns last night, they were pure perspex indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't somebody supply me with some solid motivation, please, I am begging on bended knee, I have plenty of 'brain talky get drunk everything is going to be alright and great coz we're like really talented and stuff now more vodka' motivation but no 'harcore touchy solid doing things with you actual arms and legs' type motivation. &lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing and hearing all these wonderful things, sometimes I listen to an album and I love it so much I feel like I am going to throw up or spit out my heart or somthing less life threating perhaps, How dare I be allowed to hear and veiw such beauty it's like torture, it's cruel to show a dumb animal such delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Barry saw a small boy running bout in our hallway the other week and as we have no such small boys in our house we can only presume it was a murdering ghost, and since I quitto my jobbo I am just sitting here at the computer waiting for it to get me, or perhaps I should play the tactict of trying to snog this small child like Nicole Kidman in her new film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breen x</content>
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    <title>Big Talk</title>
    <published>2004-11-06T14:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-06T14:39:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Rosemary by Interpol</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Dear Dairy farm,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is the human races problem, whaaaa whhaaa whhhaaa why do people have to make so much big talk? big fucking cheese, i'm a big fish in a dirty pond, it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somthing is wrong with me I did some help out work on a short film recently and everytime the director would start the filming and shout 'silence on the set' 'ok standby everybody annnnnnnddddd ACTION' my brain would start telling me the following things...... 'go on shout, shout really loud it will be funny' 'Fall over' 'run on to the set and throw up, go on do it doooooooo it' Of course I never did but my body would keep twitching like it was gonna go against my will and I am worried that one day it just will. Its like when your talking to someone at work or wherever and suddenly you just think 'I wonder what would happen if I just leaned in and kissed them?' even though you don't want to because its some old lady or somthing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading 'Breakfast of Champions' and it is ruling my life, yesterday I convinced myself that Kurt Vonnegut was sat opposite me on the tube, I dont even know if Kurt Vonnegut is alive or dead or half and half? WHAT EV'S.</content>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2004-10-18T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-18T22:19:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-18T22:19:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Young gifted and black</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I spent the whole day making stars to go in the night sky, Now thats more like it, Also yOWSER yOWSER, I stole away a chuck of bright green plastic grass from the set of the new Willie Wonka film as my own, oh the joy magic!</content>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2004-10-06T09:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T08:15:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T08:15:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Don't step into my office mental screwdriver boy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am at work, and we just had an announcement in our office as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you see a boy with Manic depression a knife and a screwdriver please do not go near him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.</content>
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    <title>A dawg that actually understands me.</title>
    <published>2004-10-06T08:11:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-06T08:11:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Step into my office baby.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Me and the Forks fork-meister general dog Beckstar had a great email session yesterday, it was nice y'know. I think we will end up running away together one day and starting a haunted circus of mystical magical wonderment and no one will ever come to the show, so we will have a tape recording of people clapping and cheering, just me and Bex like the sisters in 'Whatever Happened to Baby Jane' and eventually I will try to poison her meals just like in the film because thats the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;Also a boy fell in love with me and Bex for wearing dresses like proper girls and he pleaded with us to never stop. So we never shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only fallen in love once so far today.</content>
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    <title>caroline_breen @ 2004-09-18T00:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T23:37:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">We mustn't eat our desserts with our everyday faces on.</content>
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    <title>Damn Spam-Robots</title>
    <published>2004-09-17T09:46:33Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I have put this off for a long time but having just read the 'Privacy Options' Page I feel must break this vow of silence, Did anyone else read that bit saying 'If you are afraid of spam-robots' and 'not all robots respect the rules' I suspect it may be my retarded computer knowledge that made this so amusing, but really, what nonsence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is my diary, Am I suppopsed to write it like its private and that anyone who reads it has snuck into my room and stolen my secrets away with their greedy eyes, people like dirty Forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have learned the secrets of the spam-robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have learned that these spam-robots do Not always play by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Realised Dogs can't look up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thought about a black blow up doll riding a jet ski being towed by a car.&lt;br /&gt;*Fallen in love three and a half times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Looked at my real diary from about 1994, here is a entry from it &lt;br /&gt;'MS is sooooooo fit, i think he just snogged Tracy because she is a slapper, even though on the bus he said he liked me. I HATE my Dad he said I could have Chinese if I came with them to Grandads and just to punish me he got Kentucky instead, I HATE THEM ALL'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word, Love Caroline x</content>
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