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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 05:42:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I had this dream on Easter morning:</title>
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  <description>In the dream I was at the house of some relatives at Easter or Thanksgiving or some holiday like that.  Of course, I knew none of the people there, but there were a lot of them.  Bunch of old people.  Supposed to be my relatives or co-workers somehow.  Some man said something, I don&apos;t know what it was, it must have been a prayer or grace or some comment on God.  So the next thing I know God is at the front door.  I open the door for him and he somehow announces that he&apos;s Zeus!  He&apos;s about 7 feet tall, wearing black pants and black boots and a brown african safari-style jacket.  He has brown skin and short black hair, but not sticking up.  It&apos;s short but laying against his skull.    He looks Indian, but with lighter skin.  Maybe Pakistani.  Ooh, maybe Egyptian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, He walks in and no one seems to notice or even look at him.  I notice him and I&apos;m disturbed that nobody else is caring.  I ask him about it, like, aren&apos;t you mad that no one&apos;s paying attention to you?  He turns to me and says something like, I could destroy everyone, is that what you want?  I’m a little taken aback by his asking.  He doesn&apos;t destroy anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is holding a tiny pot pipe and he offers me a hit.  I take it and then notice I&apos;m toking up in front of a group of old ladies and I get embarrassed and turn away.  God doesn&apos;t seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not at all religious or anything, but I kinda hope he visits again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 07:08:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m Rabbit, too!</title>
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  <description>You scored 20 Ego, 17 Anxiety, and 19 Agency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was going to be one of Rabbit&apos;s busy days. As soon as he woke up he felt important, as if everything depended upon him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It. It was a perfect morning for hurrying round to Pooh, and saying, &quot;Very well, then, I&apos;ll tell Piglet,&quot; and then going to Piglet, and saying, &quot;Pooh thinks--but perhaps I&apos;d better see Owl first.&quot; It was a Captainish sort of day, when everybody said, &quot;Yes, Rabbit &quot; and &quot;No, Rabbit,&quot; and waited until he had told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as Rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT RABBIT: Rabbit is generally considered Clever by his many friends and relations. He is actually a much better reader and writer than Owl, but he doesn&apos;t consider it worth mentioning. Instead, Rabbit&apos;s real talent lies in Organizing Plans. He organizes rescue parties, makes schemes to reduce Tigger&apos;s bounciness, and goes on missions to find out what Christopher Robin does when he&apos;s not at the Hundred Acre Woods. Sometimes, however, his Plans do not always go as Planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT YOU: You are smart, practical and you plan ahead. People sometimes think that you don&apos;t stress or worry, but this is not the case. You are the kind of person who worries in a practical way. You think a) What are my anxieties about and b)what can be done about them? No useless fretting for you. You don&apos;t see the point in sitting around and waiting for things to work out, when you could actually work them out today and save yourself a lot of time and worry. Your friends tend to rely on you, because they know that they can trust you help them work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes tend to be impatient with people who are less practical in their ways. You don&apos;t have much patience for idiots who moan about things but never actually DO anything about them. You have high expectations of everyone, including yourself. When you don&apos;t succeed at something, or when something goes wrong despite your best efforts to prevent it, you can get quite hard on yourself. You need to cut yourself some slack and accept that everyone has their faults, even you, and THAT IS OKAY. Let yourself be faulty, every now and then, for the sake of your own sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 83% on Ego&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 86% on Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;You scored higher than 82% on Agency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/marywoo/pic/00002e1h/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/marywoo/pic/00002e1h&quot; width=&quot;197&quot; height=&quot;210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:28:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my first post</title>
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  <description>I have no idea what I&apos;m doing.</description>
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