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  <subtitle>The life of me</subtitle>
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    <title>cherryrainbowie @ 2009-07-29T02:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-29T01:28:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Part 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: It all began when Saul wore one of Dale's t-shirts...... after the freakout.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..When Dale got back to the apartment the living room was lit up by the glow of the TV. Canned audience laughter filled the room as another whacky incident occurred on a That 70’s Show re-run. Saul looked over, just as he stuffed a strawberry into his mouth; he had been dipping some in the jar of chocolate spread he had on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Man,” Dale started, then stopped to clear his throat and walk cautiously towards the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wha ha ind er ag?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Say what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saul swallowed hard, clearing the food blocking his mouth. “Said what you hiding behind your back?” Clearly he wasn’t thick enough to not notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This?” Dale held the carrier bag out in front of him, “oh this it’s a, uh, peace offering type thing. After this morning, I thought… well I had time to think you know, while I was out and thought about how stupid the whole thing this morning was so… gotcha a little something,” he offered what he hoped was a ‘I hope you weren’t too upset to forgive me now’ type of smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Naww man, you shouldn’t have.” Saul grinned and bounced his head a little in a bobble-head type of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well… yeah so. Here,” Dale held the bag out and watched as Saul turned it upside down and shook it. A pair of ironically patterned pyjamas spilled onto his lap. They were shockingly blue and covered in pineapples. Dale laughed and fidgeted nervously, “I just thought you know, well, they made me think of the adventure that brought us together and well”-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love them man! They’re totally awesome! Thanks man!” Saul got up to hug him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh uh - woah, okay,” Dale mumbled as he awkwardly gave Saul a one armed, pat on the back hug. “So yeah”. He had a feeling Saul would have been happy if he’d gotten him a packet of crisps - anything would have been amazing coming from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Totally awesome,” Saul commented to himself, still grinning like a kid on Christmas day as he picked them up, practically hugging them to his chest “I’ll change into them now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah so… uh, no more wearing my stuff then yeah because now you have those pyjamas, nice new, pineappley…psychedelic…you, pyjamas,” Dale rambled, picking invisible lint off the said clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah thanks man.” Saul’s smile wavered a little as he chewed his lower lip. “I’ll ask before doing anything like that again… didn’t know it would bother you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No really, I apologise, I overreacted over something so stupid, I mean its cool now, you’re not wearing gay t-shirts anymore - shit, it was my t-shirt, I don’t wear gay t-shirts! Nor do you, I just mean - oh boy, we‘re not - so it‘s - not that I‘m a homophobe, I got no problem with”-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I get it,” Saul said quietly. “I’m gunna go put these on.” They stood looking at their feet for a moment awkwardly; Dale cleared his throat and fidgeted some more (when did it get so hot in here?). “Maybe after we could watch The Simpson’s marathon on sky, light up a few before bed?” Saul asked with a hopeful lilt to his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, cool cool. Yeah,” Dale clapped his hands, “Simpsons, yeeeah” he did a thumbs up sign as Saul slunk into the bedroom to change. “Oh God,” Dale groaned, slapping his forehead and slumping down onto the sofa. “OW!” - damn that jar of chocolate spread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had seemed fairly normal during the Simpsons session - of course weed helped with that. They laughed, they joked, Dale was happy to play fight with Saul on the sofa. They even had a few beers just to reeeeally lighten up. Dale looked over, noticing Saul smoothing down the front of his pyjamas again with a small smile on his face, reminding him of the smile Saul had on his face during ‘the tree conversation’ as he dubbed it. He felt himself twitch guiltily. “I think I’m gunna hit the hay stack man, gotta be up for work early and all that shizzit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? But the marathons not finished there’s just like…three more man, come on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, I’m a pussy - I just really am tired, old man ways you know.” Dale even threw in a stretch and yawn for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh okay,” Saul said, unable to hide the disappointment, but then aimed a smile at Dale. “I will too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? Didn’t you just say you wanted to watch the entire thing?” Dale gestured to the TV as the intro rolled out again for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah but if I did, by the time I go to bed, you’ll just be snoring and spread out, covering the whole mattress with your fatass body and leaving me no room”-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey you cannot judge me over my snoring mr. foghorn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do not snore,” Saul protested, which only caused Dale to burst out laughing. He failed to cover it with exaggerated coughing. “I do not!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure you got fairy light breathing,” Dale muttered, clearly disagreeing as he got up from the sofa. “Seriously finish the marathon dude, you know you want to, and I got some paperwork to sort out anyway, so by the time you go to bed I’ll have just got in anyway…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…Yeah okay.” Saul gave in, clearly getting the feeling he wasn’t wanted in the bedroom quite yet. He peered into a bag of cheetos, hoping there was some left to salvage for a little comfort. “Do not snore,” he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Foghorn!” Dale sang, soprano, as he disappeared through the bedroom doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Saul had gone to bed Dale was definitely dead asleep, diagonal across the bed and making a weird snuffling sound, not quite snoring. He managed to get some space on the bed and salvage enough blanket to cover himself and keep warm. For some reason it wasn’t the same tonight - normally they went to bed high for obvious reasons, but high on warm friendship too, usually laughing as they recalled something stupid or hilarious from earlier that day. Saul rolled over, facing the wall, keeping his back to Dale. The snuffling sounds were somewhat comforting; it was easier not to feel alone at night when you could hear someone else’s breathing. Wriggling, he settled down into a comfortable position and lay his hand over the pillow, sighing softly. Through the casing he could feel the hem of Dale’s t-shirt folded and hidden beneath his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yo smallfry!” Red answered his cell phone in a high pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Bigfry,” Saul sighed, tucking his cell in the crook of his neck and shoulder as he moved some dishes. Dale had gone to work a few hours ago, he’d dealt with the few clients who had arranged to come over, so with nothing left to do he thought cleaning would be productive. A few of the clients had commented on the new pyjamas, which made him smile in a silly school girl manner. Of course, most of them were just shocked he owned clean clothing. “Can I talk to you about something man? I have a little problem with my… friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Saul, I don’t have to look at your special place again do I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No!” Saul blushed and sprayed the kitchen counter with some cleaner. “It’s about Dale - not his special place - it’s an emotional matter dude.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know me, I’m all about the emotions,” Red replied, “hit me with the problem man, I’m all ears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dale tried to turn me straight. With pyjamas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? Homophobic pyjamas? You can buy those?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Red,” Saul sighed as he began to scrub the kitchen surfaces with a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay Okay, I’m back in the zone, the serious zone. How did the pyjamas get involved?”. He carefully listened as Saul explained the whole incident the previous morning over Dale’s t-shirt and Dale’s little heterosexual freak out resulting in the pyjama gift. “Interesting… interesting”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So? What do you think?” Saul flung the sponge into the sink. It bounced off a dirty plate and landed on the floor with a sudsy splat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well for a start, don’t whack off in the homophobamas like you did in that jack daniels t-shirt, its counter-productive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! We don’t talk about that,” Saul muttered in a low voice, holding the phone with both hands and looking around the kitchen - as if the place was bugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah yeah, well, you wanted my advice lil padawan and I say, in an ideal world, you tell Dale about your feelings. Totally bring the gay pyjamas out of the closet man, wrestle them off of Aslan and wear them with pride!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um, if that’s not an option because the world isn‘t all sunshine and rainbows?” Saul asked, scratching the back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hide your musicals and Johnny depp posters, buck up and be a man. Go to the gym, smack girls asses and rave about football”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s a gym in this neighbourhood?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh boy” Red whistled low. “Yeah, just tell him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You should probably get him drunk first” Red advised. ..&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>cherryrainbowie @ 2006-05-08T19:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T18:30:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T18:30:43Z</updated>
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    <title>HAHA</title>
    <published>2006-05-08T10:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T10:00:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=36773"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHat member of H.I.M. are you most like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz8/36773/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ville Valo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're just like Ville!! what can i say?? Ville Valo rules!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sigh, darn art</title>
    <published>2006-05-07T12:15:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-07T12:15:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Placebo - Meds album</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I actually woke up really early today which is rare, ended up having a cuppa tea and chat with my mother before she had to go the aunts - she's away for a week which leaves me alone with Hitler and my brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much art work to do but I can't find that oomph to do it. I've done bits of it, but its too much hassle. I'll be so glad when the exam is over and I won't have to faff about with sketchbooks and research etc. any longer. I prefer just to paint or draw my own thing in my own time; I feel pretentious being like 'oh this twig represents the meaning of life' or something when really, I just made it because I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also kinda worried about a few friends, I wish I could do more to help them see what great people they are, but when you feel down its hard to see those things. I just wanna give them great big hugs and hope that makes them feel a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that shall be it for now, may report more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts x</content>
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    <title>WOOO YEAH!</title>
    <published>2006-05-05T16:28:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-05T16:28:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Negative - In My Heaven</lj:music>
    <content type="html">THE NEGATIVE ALBUM IS DONE!!!!!!!! Thing is on the computer its fine, on the CD its kinda glitchy which is annoying in an 'i notice it' kind of way. But I LOVE LOVE LOVE the songs - fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as that, I FINALLY have my coursework all done and dusted out the way, just have art work to do this weekend, and then its all revision and exams from here. Maybe at some point I will actually have a social life too lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my mum in town for lunch today. We've been getting on well lately, suspiciously well. We had a quick look around and I bought more paint for art before I had to go back to college. I need to buy a huuuuuuge canvas this weekend, enough that may take 15 hours to paint lol, stupid art exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get into creative writing again at some point, to prepare myself for Uni this summer, and also because I miss it. Just haven't really had the chance to write much lately what with damned college work. Anyway I'm off to chat and chill to music for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts x</content>
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    <title>cherryrainbowie @ 2006-05-04T15:05:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T14:07:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T14:07:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If you know whats good for you - GO HERE!!!!! Closed Door has been updated again, I'm so happy I might need to change my panties!!!! Loving the Vam babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/__vam"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/__vam/link/8.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name___vam' lj:user='__vam' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;__vam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts</content>
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    <title>cherryrainbowie @ 2006-05-04T10:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T09:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T09:46:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, slight change of plan. Due to being stuck in the bathroom ill all morning, I did not go to my morning lesson, however I will have to go to college soon to hand in my coursework anyway which I THINK is finally done, no more changes etc. apart from this one footnote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found the time to make a few more Jonne icons lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts x</content>
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    <title>ARGH so this is what they call morning</title>
    <published>2006-05-04T07:03:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-04T07:03:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, this is very quick because I have to go to college soon, and I'm determined to actually get the bus on time and arrive to my lesson on time for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting my coursework all done and dusted today, if not I will cry and hang myself by tomorrow, but then thats when its all supposed to be handed in, so I guess I'll just cry and maybe eat some crisps or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a few Jonne icons, which I will try and work out how to post later to some community sites to make other people happy lol. I'm going to try and make some VAM ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of the Negative album yet :( It was supposed to be done yesterday but some foo rebooted the computer so it stopped. So fingers crossed, by the end of the day Jonne will pleasure my ears with his amazing oral skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts x</content>
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    <title>HAPPY PANTS</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T13:33:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T13:33:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOOOO Closed Door, a story I love in the VAM community was updated so I am very happy. And because I'm now on livejournal I got to reply and squeal a plenty over how cool it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what could be more joyous than a shower of glitter and sequins? - My stepdad's actually downloading the Negative 'Sweet and Deceitful' album for me. I know I should buy it, and I'd really like to, but I have no job, Im a student and I'm broke - it all more or less links together. It would cost loads to get it Imported here anyway, ALAS! :( but still, yeeeey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have more or less finished my History Coursework - WOOO! But now I have to finish coursework for my other subjects and get my art prep sorted *groans*. I'm still feeling a bit gross, just dizzy and stuff, but I'm happy so it doesn't matter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts x</content>
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    <title>My brain hurts</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T10:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T10:29:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Negative - still alive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ever noticed how annoying college work is? Its bad enough trying to stick to the word limit for coursework, but faffing about with the footnotes, bibliography etc. is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home at the moment instead of at college due to feeling manky, but hey at least I'm still doing work and listening to Negative on the mighty youtube.com. I might go to college this afternoon, I don't know. I feel so hard core in my pink dressing gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later sweethearts x</content>
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    <title>There goes this diary's virginity</title>
    <published>2006-05-01T19:37:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-01T19:37:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Random rock tunes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Lo and behold the first post of my livejournal! *raises arms and waits*... oh, no shiny heavenly music. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd join so that:&lt;br /&gt;a) i can reply to fics and pictures i love &lt;br /&gt;b) i can write about my life and keep in touch with people&lt;br /&gt;c) i wanted to jump on the livejournal bandwagon&lt;br /&gt;d) all the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm way over busy with college - not long till i'm freeee. well, until I start uni this summer anyway. I've also been busy painting away a lovely portrait of my newly beloved Jonne Aaron - he is so cute!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the moment i'm avoiding college homework and revision to listen to music and chill on the net. I have a headache though which isn't welcome when I want to rock out. On that note I shall got chat to people on MSN and go read amazing slash that'll get me panties moist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later sweethearts x</content>
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