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  <title>_~_</title>
  <subtitle>SHINJI!</subtitle>
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    <name>平子 真子  Hirako Shinji</name>
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  <updated>2007-10-13T05:30:21Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:2931</id>
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    <title>Desk job?  Pfft.</title>
    <published>2007-10-13T05:30:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-13T05:30:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Aaaaand gainful employment is GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone feeling up to it, swing on by the Boom Boom Room downtown to say 'Hi' to Shinji.&amp;nbsp; He's dyin' ta say 'Hi' to you~ &lt;br /&gt;If any of you lovely cats have been there before, expect a few additions to their usual musical fair.&amp;nbsp; New DJs!&amp;nbsp; Moar live bands!&amp;nbsp; They're doing pretty good for themselves so they've one-upped their entertainment budget, and it is now under MY CONTROL.&amp;nbsp; The new regime is now. _~_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting an actual paycheck is gonna be weird, tho.&amp;nbsp; So much more official than being handed a wad of cash and a six-pack of beer.&amp;nbsp; Hirako Shinji is now part of a process.&amp;nbsp; In a system.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I should go mail something.&amp;nbsp; Or sit through a phone tree.&amp;nbsp; Or something else equally...&lt;i&gt;systemic&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:2720</id>
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    <title>back in tha hood, yo.</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T08:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T08:06:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Refreshments - Blue Collar Suicide</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ow.&amp;nbsp; Just... ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="private"&gt;My soooooouuuuulll...&amp;nbsp; I must be some kinda masochist.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; is she worth it.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:2374</id>
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    <title>Seven</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T06:59:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-12T06:59:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>NIN - Survivalism</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="private"&gt;[private]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwin' around and goofing off is cool and all, but it kinda loses something when there's no threat of getting smacked upside the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lopsided, like my leg's asleep and I can't move around right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, when's she coming back!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/private]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having the weirdest dreams, lately.&amp;nbsp; I wake up with the impression that someone's been hovering over me.&amp;nbsp; It's kinda creepy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:2122</id>
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    <title>Six -insert marshmallow of choice here-</title>
    <published>2007-07-04T16:31:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-04T16:31:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wang Chung - Everybody Have Fun Tonight</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Shinji is ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get back from the camping trip, right?&amp;nbsp; Finally, no more grass, no more pollen, no more fish slime.&amp;nbsp; My allergies are all cleared up, right?&amp;nbsp; So what do I go and do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sick.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin' sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no longer!&amp;nbsp; I have conquered the mighty Viruses of Ultimate Doom and Destruction!&amp;nbsp; I have come out on top!&amp;nbsp; Shinji is new and improved, and now with added immunities.&amp;nbsp; (I friggin' damn well hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well in the world now, as I am free to go bug &lt;strike&gt;Schiffer&lt;/strike&gt; people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="private"&gt;[private]&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, when's Hiyori getting back?&lt;br /&gt;[/private]&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:1981</id>
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    <title>Five Pink Hearts</title>
    <published>2007-06-08T03:18:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-08T03:18:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gigi D'Agostino - Bla Bla Bla</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There are squeak toys on my bed.&amp;nbsp; There is saliva on my shoes.&amp;nbsp; The window is shattered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some yabbo break into my room and leave me a puppy?&amp;nbsp; Because I don't recall ever asking for a puppy.&amp;nbsp; I don't even like puppies.&amp;nbsp; And last I checked, puppies don't generally come bearing friggin' huge-ass claymores.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really could have gone through the day just fine without stepping on the half-eaten gummy bears cemented to the floor.&amp;nbsp; I'm of half a mind to spread out newspapers tonight.&amp;nbsp; Just in case.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:1697</id>
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    <title>Four Shooting Stars!</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T03:50:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-30T03:50:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>B-52's - Love Shack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I swear, everyone in this school needs some happy pills.&amp;nbsp; Or a swift kick to the head.&amp;nbsp; Maybe add somethin' to the water supply, i'ono.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyone's depressed or sick or just acting funny.&amp;nbsp; And not funny-haha, which is a damn shame.&amp;nbsp; 'Cuz I could use some funny-haha.&amp;nbsp; Wacky hijinks and such.&amp;nbsp; But no.&amp;nbsp; I'm stuck with sad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to give in.&amp;nbsp; I will never surrender.&amp;nbsp; I'll just have to be as healthy and happy as everyone else seems not to be.&amp;nbsp; Yes, everyone.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that means &lt;em&gt;you,&lt;/em&gt; too.&amp;nbsp; You know who you are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You, who refuses to take your fair share of the joy in life.&amp;nbsp; You, who mopes in your room, snaps at people, lies to your friends.&amp;nbsp; You , who says everything's fine when it's not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am the answer to &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the bastion of goodness and smily faces.&amp;nbsp; I will eat Jell-O and ice cream and wear god-awful shoes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will bang on these drums all day.&amp;nbsp; I will walk to class on my hands.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep smilin', people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll punch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:1415</id>
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    <title>Three Blue Moons!</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T01:22:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-24T01:26:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love ice cream.&amp;nbsp; Especially when I can share it with a good, good friend.&amp;nbsp; Even when said BFF has a perpetual frowny-face.&amp;nbsp; We'll have to work on that, &lt;i&gt;friend.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; The ice cream didn't work.&amp;nbsp; I have some other ideas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But keep this in mind, &lt;i&gt;friend.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; If ya wanna talk, ya talk ta &lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions?&amp;nbsp; Comments?&amp;nbsp; You know where to find me.&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;yer pal, Shinji&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Private"&gt;[private]&lt;br /&gt; We seem to have run into a &lt;strike&gt;major&lt;/strike&gt; minor setback.&amp;nbsp; Schiffer spoke to Mashiro.&amp;nbsp; 'Nuff said.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, Mashiro's a doll, and I love 'er ta pieces, I really do, but damn that girl needs an off switch or somethin'.&amp;nbsp; This would be fine if I could convince Schiffer that it's just the two of us, and me more than Mashiro. (I really don't want him anywhere near her, and not just 'cuz she talks.)&amp;nbsp; But he ain't stupid, and it's probably already in his head ta look out for more of us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt; [/private]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="A note to my peeps! (You know who you are)"&gt;[Vaizard]&lt;br /&gt; Hay, guys!&amp;nbsp; I know I talked ta some of ya, but I wanna make sure no one misses this.&amp;nbsp; Those private school guys (we need a better name for them, hmmm...) are sniffin' around and they seem to have, er.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Stumbled upon&lt;/i&gt; some info 'bout us, let's say.&amp;nbsp; Watch what ya say around 'em, and watch yer reiatsu, too.&amp;nbsp; I know at least Schiffer is pretty quick at picking up on that sorta thing, and now he knows to look for us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Questions?&amp;nbsp; Comments?&amp;nbsp; Leave a message! :D&lt;br /&gt; [/Vaizard.]&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Two Red Balloons!</title>
    <published>2007-05-06T23:06:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-06T23:06:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>a field trip.....</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Goin' on a field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A field trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's gonna fight me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alligatorgrin:805</id>
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    <title>One purple horseshoe!</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T18:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-03T18:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">These dorms don't offer nearly enough closet space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've &lt;strike&gt;made contact with the Mothership&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;spoken with the Almighty Covenent&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;talked to the boss&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="private"&gt;[private]&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to talk to Mashiro, Risa, &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Hiyori already.&amp;nbsp; Nice to have some familiar people around.&amp;nbsp; Even if talking to Risa makes my brain die a little sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda surprised at how much I missed &lt;strike&gt;Hiyori&lt;/strike&gt; the girls.&amp;nbsp; Kensei isn't nearly as much fun to piss off.&lt;br /&gt;[/private]&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>alligatorgrin @ 2007-05-01T13:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-01T20:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-01T20:19:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>crickets</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Helllooooo, Bleach Academy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to your hats, folks, HIRAKO SHINJI HAS ARRIVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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