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  <title>local legends never say die.</title>
  <subtitle>and release.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Jomin</name>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-07-05T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T15:55:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T15:55:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'd fall in love with a guy with a dog, any day.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-06-22T13:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-22T17:10:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-22T17:10:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's a damn big hickey son.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joey1417:78870</id>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-06-16T02:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-16T06:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-16T06:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw this guy that looked exactly like Jenn's ex, Matty tonight at work. He came up to me when I was selling beers, and started talking to me, and I thought it was him.  But no.  It wasn't.  Some random guy from Philly that can't believe the bars close at 2 a.m. I feel his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a good portion of the evening talking with Chris.  Lara was right about him, such a good kid.  Camille's a lucky girl.  He's like the best friend you had in high school, but even more awesome.  He gave me all the "male" advice I need, and I'm feeling a little better.  It's always good to hear.. what they might be thinking.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday #2 to me.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.anasark.com/pictures/photos/Birthday_cake_-_bentleys_barkery.jpg" alt="title or description" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>You.</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T19:32:18Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T19:48:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't like to admit it, but it's really bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell when someone's acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's something I did.&lt;br /&gt;Or something I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt you're going to tell me.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-06-13T12:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-13T16:07:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T15:38:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;elissa and i have monday dates.&lt;br /&gt;we go out to eat, then drink ourselves silly.&lt;br /&gt;we've done it the past two mondays.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we'll both continue to have the same day off.&lt;br /&gt;we always go to work and visit lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pong.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-06-11T15:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-11T19:22:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-11T19:22:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">june 9th. &lt;br /&gt;on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random guy: "hey, aida right? from UMASS?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "no.. i'm sorry, my name's jo"&lt;br /&gt;random guy: "no it's okay, i know it's you.  you and your boyfriend, a black guy, right?"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "no, i'm sorry, i don't have a boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;random guy: "no miss, it's okay. i like black people.  i mean that's completely fine that you have a black boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;me: "i don't have one at all, white black or anything"&lt;br /&gt;random guy: "but you're going to marry a black guy right?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "i'm sorry, i have no idea"&lt;br /&gt;random guy: "well, it's okay that you're dating a black guy, don't be ashamed... it's okay that you're dating a black guy, ok?"</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-06-05T16:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T20:23:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T20:23:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am now a cocktail waitress.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i feel about it yet.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-03-22T18:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T23:42:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T23:42:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He asked me how many people I've slept with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that weird?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joey1417:75722</id>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-03-09T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-09T16:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-09T16:34:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If a guy has had a girlfriend for over ten years, and hasn't married her.  &lt;br /&gt;That's odd.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joey1417:75362</id>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-03-07T13:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-07T18:29:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-07T18:29:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He said he loves me more as a blond because I remind more of the girls online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:joey1417:75047</id>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-03-06T12:07:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T17:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-07T00:07:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If a girl goes to college, and tells her boyfriend, "She needs a break to figure out her life," that means she wants to leave herself open to numerous possible hookups.  It also means she's a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, say what you will.&lt;br /&gt;Make excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  A few years ago, I was working with a friend who was absolutely in love with his girlfriend.  He was the nicest guy, and I actually held up boyfriend ideals to who he was.  She gave him that excuse, and proceeded to be the talk of the frat houses.  I lived with what she wanted to throw away.  It was disgusting.  Not the part that she wanted to sleep around, if someone wants to do that, that's fine.  But the idea of dropping a boyfriend as soon as you walk into your first year of college?  She still hasn't found someone better.  I mean really.  And I just re-heard about another similar situation.  It's just annoying.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-02-01T19:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T00:53:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T00:53:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw bacon bandaids today at Urban Outfitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to buy them for Erika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put a little plastic pig in the tin.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that are Jewish can't eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I always tease her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I only eat turkey bacon.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-01-28T12:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T17:13:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T17:13:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. SOMETHING PURPLE WITHIN 5 FEET OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;A lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THE SEXIEST ITEM YOU OWN?&lt;br /&gt;I own Victoria Secret.  Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR NAILS WERE LAST PAINTED?&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE WEIRDEST THING YOU'VE EVER HEATED IN THE MICROWAVE:&lt;br /&gt;Glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW MUCH JAPANESE DO YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese bother me.  But I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU LOOK GOOD IN YELLOW?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I feel bad for those who hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. EVER DANCED NAKED IN FRONT OF A CROWD?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU SPIT?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IS YOUR HAIR LONG ENOUGH TO CHEW ON?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I don't chew, I twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. EVER HAD DIPPIN' DOTS?&lt;br /&gt;Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. EVER PLAYED AN INSTRUMENT?&lt;br /&gt;The meat whistle.  And the clarinet- for a month in 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. EVER HAD AN H2O MASSAGE?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DO YOU BELIEVE IN BIG FOOT?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. EVER BEEN TO A PALM READER?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LAST PEZ DISPENSER YOU PURCHASED?&lt;br /&gt;I just eat the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. HAVE YOU HAD SEX IN YOUR CURRENT CAR?&lt;br /&gt;I don't own a car.  But I never had sex in the cars I owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DID YOU HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Went out in Downtown Boston with the girls to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;All the work I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. EVER HAD A BLACK EYE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. HOW IS TODAY GOING FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ANY PLANS TONIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly a "no pants" party, but I might stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. EVER TAKEN A PHOTO OF SOMETHING DEAD?&lt;br /&gt;A rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU FIND SMURFETTES SEXY?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CURRENT DISSAPOINTMENT?&lt;br /&gt;My money situation.  Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU HAVE AN AIR FRESHNER IN YOUR CAR?&lt;br /&gt;No, but we have one in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. DO YOU HAVE PLANTS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;No, I killed him.  He was a Venus fly trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. IF YOU COULD DRINK ANYTHING RIGHT THIS SECOND...WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Some one deleted this question and it wasn't me! what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DOES ANYTHING HURT ON YOUR BODY RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;My butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT CITY WAS YOUR LAST TAXI CAB RIDE?&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LAST TIME YOU HAD SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Recently, yet so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. IF SOMEONE YOU HATED DIED, WOULD YOU LAUGH AND SPIT ON THEIR GRAVE?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I wouldn't go to their funeral.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT 9PM LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK AT STARBUCKS?&lt;br /&gt;Caramel.  Regular coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU EXERCISE AS MUCH AS YOU SHOULD?&lt;br /&gt;Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. DID YOU DO THE DEED ON PROM NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to prom.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2006-01-10T19:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-11T00:46:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-11T00:46:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">often, i can't sleep.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-12-20T19:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T00:08:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T00:08:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tired of being "that" girl.&lt;br /&gt;new years resolution.. keeping a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;not being so aggressive.. and not getting into girl fights.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-12-15T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-16T02:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-16T02:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so wicked pissed off.  It was nearly a month ago that I was getting along fine thinking that Brad and I wouldn't get back together.  I was getting my life together.. and he shows up at 2am, saying how much he misses me and wants to get back together.  I don't immediately say yes.  I say "let's hang out, and see how it goes."  So I put forth an effort, once in awhile asking if he wants to do something.. and we do once in awhile.  Instead, Howard Stern, going to the bars and playing video games are more important than me.  I'm so aggravated.  If we don't speak about this issue by the time I leave Boston for home, I'm going home no strings attached.  I'm not going to be tied down by someone who doesn't even care.  I'm just frustrated and ranting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I have to convince myself quick booty calls aren't the answer either.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have an A in PR and an A in nonfiction writing.  I think I have a B in nutrition, and I'm guessing I'm not going to do so well in the English novel class, but I hate it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant rant rant.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-12-11T03:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-11T08:08:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-11T08:08:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just got home.&lt;br /&gt;i just got in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i am going to the bizarre bazaar.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-12-01T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-02T04:44:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-02T04:44:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm scared of my public relations presentation on tuesday.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-11-27T12:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T17:43:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T17:43:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After a six year relationship, it's hard to find footing back in the relationship scene.  Am I looking for another long-term relationship?  Or am I looking for a series of short-lived ones?  Or am I looking for one-night stands and the like?  I don't even know the answer to that.  Of course, I'd love a long-term relationship, but I just look back and see how bad it hurt my body and soul to leave the one that I'd thought for six years was my soul-mate.. and still somewhat have hopes that he is.  Short-lived ones don't seem to be worth the pain for what they are. And one-night stands.. I don't know how I'd deal, or how I've even been able to deal in the past.  So I guess I'm just stuck not knowing.  Maybe that's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out last night, the last night before heading back to Boston.  It was completely &lt;b&gt; awkwardness &lt;/b&gt; because Mike was out.  I'd seen him on Wednesday, but he was in full force with a girl from my high school.. I didn't think I'd care, but I did.  It just hit too close to him.  For the few months he popped into my life he was a big part of it.  She just hits too close to home I think; I was preparing for some random beautiful NYC girl, instead I got the homey-soon-to-be school teacher.  I left early because I couldn't stand to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to come back to Boston today.. &lt;br /&gt;..Although the next two weeks are going to be death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Complete death. &lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-11-25T11:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T16:42:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">the night before thanksgiving.   the biggest night out at the bars ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; yeah, so i was a little scared. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amount of people at the fe and the swan was insane.  EVERYONE imaginable was there; it was nice to see everyone home from college.  there were a lot of downsides, but i'm not even going to write about them because they're not worth it... push come to shove, i spent $25 and ended up out of my mind, because luckily other people were willing to spend money on my drinking skills.  yes.. mike was there with other girls, brad was there with his friends, ben was following me around the whole night.. and some others. we left the bar at around 4:30, but i'm not sure of the time... i remember getting sick in the car and brittany telling me just to stick my head out the window because she wasn't going to pull over-ha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make it to the relatives on thanksgiving.  i woke up at 7am, thinking i was ready to go.  i wasn't.  my parents left for utica with me resting my head on the downstairs toilet.. i went back to sleep and was sick all day.  &lt;b&gt; way to go thanksgiving 2005 &lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-11-13T22:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T03:44:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T04:48:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brittany hasn't picked up the phone in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  I just spoke with her! YEAH!</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-11-09T22:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-10T03:55:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I've found the only straight male hairdresser on Newbury Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got his number.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-11-09T08:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-09T13:39:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Mike's text message last Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I was such a scumbag, wouldn't I have tried to fuck you the last few times I've seen you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding me.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-11-06T10:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-06T15:25:21Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Hot. Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was out last night, and proceeded to ignore me.  A brief hello.  A few glances over.  The words, "pissed off," dont even come close to explaining how mad I was.  I sent him what I thought to be a final text message, and he sent me one back  - how drama's just always around me, and how if he was a scumbag, like I say he is, why hasn't he tried to hook up with me the last few times he's seen me.  I can answer that question.  Because he already did, numerous times and just decided to blow it off on his time.  Whatever kid.  I can't handle excuses.  I'd rather him have straight up told me when we met, that he was only looking for a hook up- instead of making false promises.  Then his roommate was making out with this girl.. right in front of Brittany, who he's with.  I swear to god, I'm swearing them both off forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping elsewhere.</content>
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    <title>joey1417 @ 2005-10-28T12:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-28T16:39:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So dying my hair a BRIGHT red didn't really go over well.   I figured they would have to bleach it, but I wanted to see what it would look like with regular dye/peroxide.  NOTHING.  You can't see a damn thing.  The woman said to get the color I want, I'd have to strip it, a.k.a. kill it.  She told me ahead of time... SO. I didn't really have to pay anything, and I'll go back before Xmas to strip it. YIKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, winter boots.  My "athletic" calves can't fit into any of the boots I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;The salesgirl: "Wow, and you're so thin.. and small, who knew?"&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought Starbucks coffee for some homeless men near the subway.&lt;br /&gt;My good deed for the day.</content>
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