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    <title>Cookie Jars.</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <lj:music>The sound of little people, big world.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Heres My Lovely Story On This Lovely Cloudy Day.&lt;br /&gt;At 4 this morning my mother left for a week for some buissness trip of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so she had my Grandmother come down from Oregon cause my mother doesnt trust Kayla &amp; myself.&lt;br /&gt;So my Cookie Jar Grandma is here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Why shes a cookie jar grandma is because she looks like this coookie jar she has of this old lady.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho I was all mad that she was coming down because frankly my grandmother is way off her rocker.&lt;br /&gt;Like the lady is crazy as can be, explains why I am.&lt;br /&gt;But now Im happy she is here.&lt;br /&gt;She made us french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wont stop asking me if she can buy me pretty colorful socks to end to my collection of pretty colorful socks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she has the most ridiculous things.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when my mother said I had to be home by 10 each night, she mouthed to me "Well Make It Midnight."&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its a change from my lovely yet completely stressed out mother.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno I sortof like that shes here because it reminds me of when I was little &amp; my parents were getting divorced &amp; my grandmother came &amp; stayed with kayla &amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we would bake &amp; play school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she would put on the world worst english accent (Which is silly seeing my other grandmother actully has one.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; its sortof like that now, but instead of playing school we have silly arguments &amp; she actully listens to my point of veiw.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; She hasnt done her horribly english accent but I know its coming.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my parents arnt getting divorced &amp; Im not six anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Im 17 almost 18 &amp; my mother is comign back in a week.&lt;br /&gt;But she still lets me sit on her lap as I complain about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a great mood.&lt;br /&gt;Lets go for a walk.</content>
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