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  <title>the story of....me</title>
  <subtitle>the musings of a possesed practical joker</subtitle>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2006-04-01T19:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-02T01:06:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I have no luck at all on birthdays. last year Alucard and i didn't celebrate it until real late. This year...I celebrate...in hospital And no, this isn;t some cruel April Fools joke. Though I wish it was. it would seem that I've grown immune to my medicine. So now, I'm in the in patient care becauce my heart's giving me problems. I'm going to be doped up on all kinds of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You-Know-Who...is encouraging me to let him out. Because we're going to be strapped down to one of those beds. I will be, if I don't do what I'm told and relax. I can't just lay around all day. i'll go crazy. And if they DO strap me down...HE will come out...and that's a bad thing...a really REALLY bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that..so far...Alucard doen't know. he doen't know I'm on medicine. he doen;t know I admitted myself to the hospital..he just thinks I...took a vacation back home for a bit. That's what the note I left him said. Though I left Vali in his care...Now, i guess he knows...So...Alucard...Baby...forgive me for not telling you...Your fiancee is screwed up on the insides.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2006-03-03T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-04T05:43:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-04T05:43:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">first chicken pox, now...this. I think the chicken pox made this happen. I readmitted myself to the hospital again today cause my chest keep hurting. the doctors say that the murmur got worse, but that if I take the medicine they give me and I rest, it will get back to where it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You-know-who says that he can fix me completely better. But I refuse. I won't make a deal with some...being that decided to make it's home in me. I'll take the medicine like a good boy and rest. ANd I'll get better on my own. Cause I made a promise to Alucard that I'd get better. So i will.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2006-02-18T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-19T04:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-19T04:09:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I got...sick. Really sick. I drove myself to the hospital so I wouldn't worry Alucard. They say I have Chicken pox...I itch all over and it just sucks.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2006-02-11T23:02:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-12T05:03:17Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Damn...my hearts been hurting lately. I'm afraid my medication isn;t doing what it should...I think the strain of you-know-who is doing a number on me. I see flashes of him. When I look into the mirror now. We're becoming more and more like. I see his smile.....on my face. and that makes me worry.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2006-01-14T13:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-14T19:43:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I've not updated in a while. But I got awesome news for those who care. Those who knew me know I was pretty bady neglected a year ago. Well,l today, I stepped on a scale. I did it. I actually did it. I'm well over 100 pounds now. Every day I get healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always food in the house, and Vali keeps me excersized with his play and his walkies. Think of it as a nitivity gift for Alucard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...your boy is going to get better each day just like he promised.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-10-29T12:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-29T16:11:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I know it's a few days early, but I just have to say it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bithday Alucard. I'm going to get you a huge cake with a very...nice filling. ME! Always wanted to pop out of a cake..so I'm popping out of yours. Have a happy birthday, baby. I love you. And Vali loves you too.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-10-09T18:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T23:18:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T23:18:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It would seem that with the departure of the other boy, the chains I've been held in for so long are so much weaker. Yet my heart pains me. For his absence is also the absence of someone of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the madness once again. I was always a little unbalanced. Most Tricksters are...but I...well...I feel myself slipping more and more. Yesterday, I stretched my power and just messed with things. Still just Illusions. Yet I long to make them reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used them for my host as well. He gbets into more trouble than I did. without his own calming force. I think the police will never be the same. How many people have I sent to the asilum now screaming of chains and fire and a voice of twisted gold...I've lost count. But I do enjoy making him walk to bad parts of town, just to see his reaction when he comes too. Poor boy. He shoudl know I'll never let him be hurt. To hurt him is to harm me. I can't have that, now can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've got so much control, I've been enjoying myself. Searching for ways to get my children back with me. My poor children who never deserved any of this... Daddy misses his little girl and his little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also amused myself in other ways... liek this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://unknownvoice.tripod.com/existquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/rinuth/indifference.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Indifference&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Element of Influence - Air&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subordinates - Lethargy, Apathy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract - Change&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives - Refreshing and Objective&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negatives - Distant and Unfocused&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transient, everything about you is momentary. Whether you feel emotion, how strong it is, how it is directed - all of it is temporary, can never be trusted. But you lack the ability to care, moving from one thing to another with barely a thought to what you leave behind. It is not even true selfishness that motivates you (for any real motivation is something that you can never attain; motivation would imply that you &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt;), but the sheer inability to feel anything consistently. And moreover, you just don't care, are often lazy, or at the very least, completely apathetic towards your condition. You notice things very well, and have the ability to be objective, but you can also be carelessly blunt. The distance you can provide can save the lives and sanity of those caught too closely to any other emotion, but the pain and damage you do to others is immeasurable, and many who come in contact with you fear you terribly. Some kill, and end things in destruction and hatred. Others save, attempting to aid with love and care. But you simply walk away without a word, or feeling, leaving nothing resolved and all edges raw. But you feel no need to explain yourself, even if you could. You are not a pleasure seeker, and can never be more than briefly entertained before leaving abruptly again, with all others cringing in your wake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element is Air, the soft subtle breezes that are constantly moving touching all to some degree. You are a necessity of survival; feeling everything too closely would destroy sanity. But you can also be choking, can also kill when your currents are too severe. But you will go where you will, without a thought for anything. While others may fear the tears of Despair, or the embrace of Death, you are the true destroyer, more fearful than any of your brethren....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://unknownvoice.tripod.com/existquiz.html" target="new"&gt;Which Demon of Existence are You Aligned With?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;quiz created by siren &lt;a href="http://unknownvoice.tripod.com/boxspell.html"&gt;Boxed Infinity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; too true, too true. But now I must depart. I think I shoudl let my host rest. Or more approperately force him too. Between the two of us...his body gets little sleep. Perhaps...perhaps I'll burn down that lab of his next chance I get. He spends way way too long in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Loki Jotan</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-05-04T16:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T21:31:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T03:30:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">right..So..an update. I quit my job. I don't want to work for those jackasses any more! You Know Who was right all along. He said they were just using me. He said he knew all too well what they were doing. The kind of people they really were. But Hell if I listened. I think..when he talk like that, I'm going to start to listen to his inane ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so using me. Cause they think I'm young and dumb. They think they could make me do all the work and take the credit for themselves. I am not their lab rat. I don't care HOW brilliant they think I am. If I'm not good enough to be allowed into their college, than I'm not good enough to be working in their pathetic excuse for a lab! Laars is taking his ball, or in this case, his amazing little mind and his nifty little equasions and going home!! Where it and I'm appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop by the arcade first and take my frustrations out on DDR or Wak-a-mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good new, I still can't get over my engagement. Makes me feel so happy. I think later on, I'll even get up the courage to knock on my...brother-in-law to be's door and talk to him. Just talk to Alucius. Maybe we can let bygone be bygons, for Alucard's sake.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In better news. You Know Who is...positively incoherent! I think we've finally done it. We've finally broken him. Sometimes, there's broken sobbing and manic laughter. Other times there's brilliant flashes of frightening lucidity. Like with the Job thing. I don't know what's caused it. But I think it's our engagement ring. And I think...I know what I'm going to do with my saved up paychecks from work. I'm getting Alucard a ring too. So we both have one.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-30T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T20:53:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-30T20:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Booya!!! How do you like that biznatch!! Try to take over my jounral or me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. I'm engaged. That's right!! Alucard perposed to me last night. Gave me a ring and everything. He said the runes on it bings his heart and mien forever and beyong. Alucard game me an unbreakable chain to him. I love him so damned much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smooth bastard actually made me speechless. ME!! That's now much him perposing means to me. Even if I can't wear white... even if certain in-laws can't stand me. Screw them! I have what I want. I have a husband...just as soon as he graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest freaking day of my entire life. Cloud nine over here and moving sight on to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Asano Laars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Gods I love the sound of that~~</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-30T15:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T20:48:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I...am going to kill them. Both of them. Something...happened last night while I was loacked awy in hi shead. Something...I'm so tired...By arms feel like lead. I...can;t move. I..barely have enough control of this body as it is. I...I'm anout to loose my foothold again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A...Alastair. Magus....my chakels have become heavier. I...can no longer hold.They...they've......</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-29T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-30T04:04:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-30T04:04:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Damn..it;s been a while hasn't it...I've been so damded busy. I have work now, and I have to keep my grades up and then there's all the other stuff I wanna do. I think there aren't enough hours in the day anymore. I suppose this is what they call reponsibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I like it much. No time for anything. No time for fun. no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time though to discover the joys of You Know Who. I've found a very good use for him...He scares away unwanted selisitors. not gonna tell Alucard that though..else he wouldn't want me going back to work. but there are some college aged people, some guys who saw me with Alucard wants in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I had a stalker for a bit...Got a mail asking me to cyber even...Not gonna happen. You Know Who had fun with it though. I think the dude thinks he's insane now. Don't really know what he did to the guy...All I know is next time I saw him, he ran a screaming. Oh well...time for work...</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-29T18:28:00</title>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-14T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T01:48:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I took this test thiny. I forgot to put up the results but I remembered the letters. So here it is..Another perosnlaity thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving&lt;br /&gt;General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTPs are spontaneous, active folks. Like the other SPs, ESTPs get great satisfaction from acting on their impulses. Activities involving great power, speed, thrill and risk are attractive to the ESTP. Chronic stifling of these impulses makes the ESTP feel "dead inside." Gamesmanship is the calling card of the ESTP. Persons of this type have a natural drive to best the competition. Some of the most successful salespersons are ESTPs. P.T. Barnum ("Never give a sucker an even break") illustrates the unscrupulous contingent of this type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTP's are men and women of action. When someone of this personality is present, things begin to happen. The lights come on, the music plays, the game begins. And a game it is for the ESTP, the outstanding entrepreneur, the international diplomat, the conciliator, the excellent negotiator. Of this extraverted, sensing, thinking, perceiving type, if only one adjective could be used to describe ESTP's "resourceful" would be an apt choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never dull around ESTP's. Their attractive, friendly style has a theatrical flourish which makes even the most routine, mundane event seem exciting. ESTP'susually know the location of the best restaurants, and headwaiters are liley to call them by name. ESTP's are socially sophisticated, suave and urbane and are the master manipulators of the external environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost unconsciously the ESTP looks for nonverbal, nearly subliminal cues as to what makes her quarry "tick." Once she knows, she waits for just the right time to trump the unsuspecting victim's ace and glory in her conquest. Oddly enough, the ESTP seems to admire and respect anyone who can beat her at her own game. ESTP's are uncanny at observing people's motivations, sometimes hypersensitive to minimal nonverbal cues which other types might miss. And they ar the masters at using these observations to "sell" the "client". The eye of th ESTP is ever on the eye of the beholder, and all actions are directed towards this audience. Witty, clever, and fun, ESTP's seem to possess an unusual amount of empathy, when in fact this is not the case; rather, theya re so acutely aware of the minimal signals from others, that they are usually several jumps ahead in anticipation of another's position. And ESTP's can use information gained to the ends they have in mind- apparently with nerves of steel, engaging in what seems to others to be suicidal brinksmanship. Other types may find this exhausting, but ESPT's arer exhilarated by working close to the edge of disaster. ESTP's are ruthless pragmatists and often offer the ends as justification of whatever means they see as necessary- regrettable, perhapes, but necessary. Usually, however, ESTP's do not care to justify actions, but prefer instead to go on with the next action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTP's are outstanding as initiators of enterprises that bring people together to negotiate. They make invaluable itinerate administrators who can pull turbulent companies or institutions out of the red very quickly, and with style ! They can sell an idea or project in a way no other type can, but won't follow through on the tedious adminstrative details of a project. This characteristic often causes ESTP's to be unappreciate for the extraordinary talents they have, for people lose sight of the idea contributed and focus on the details left undone, becoming critical of the ESTP's weaknesses rather than appreciating their strength. Few enterprises which are institutionally based use ESTP's as they should be used. WHen they strike out on their own, however, they do not always succeed, for their unwillingness to bother with follow-up details may cause an otherwise excellent project to fail. ESTP's need to sure they have someone who will take care of follow-up if at all possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTP's live in the immediate moment and as mates lend excitement-and unpredictablity-to the relationship. The ESTP mate is usually extremely attentive in public and smooth in social rituals. They carry on amusing repartee, and laughter surrounds them as they recount fromt heir endless supply of clever jokes and stories. Charm radiates from ESTP's. Nothing is too good for their friends, although family responsibilities may, at times, be given second priority. The ESTP's mate may in time come to feel like an object-the female a chattel and the male a negotiable commodity. Deep commitments do not always occur in the lives of the ESTP's, although they are always popular and know many, many people by name. Relationships are usually conditional, and the condition is the consideration of what the ESTP has to gain from the relationship. Anything gained, however is shared freely and generously with the mate. The unexpectd gift, the impulsive trip to Paris, the extravagant surprise at Christmas-all thise an ESTP brings to a mate. Fun, excitement, laughter, and that element of unpredictability are characteristic of their relationship. The ESTP's have a low tolerance for anxiety and are apt to avoid or leave situations that are sonsistently filled with interpersonal tensions. The ESTP's are usually somewhat of a mystery to their mates and to others. Few people comprehend this unique personality. ESTP's themselves understand well the maxim, "He who travels fastes, travels alone." Still, ESTP's are not likely to be lonely for long. ESTP's meet life with a hearty appetite for the good things of the world, searching out excitement, perhaps as a warrior, an athlete, an adventurer, or as a professional gambler, but always seeking the thrill of courting Lady Luck in one fashion or another. A them of seeking excitement through taking of risks runs through the lives of ESTP's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I was any better, I couldn't stand it!" To an ESTP, admission of weakness feels like failure. He admires strength in himself and in others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shock effect" is a favored technique of this type to get the attention of his audience. ESTPs love to be at center stage, demonstrating feats of wonder and daring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ultimate realists. Extraverted Sensors are at one with objects and experiences now, in the only living, pulsing moment that ever really exists. The Sensor is compelled to see, touch, taste, smell and feel all that moves, wafts, tingles, tinkles, scintillates, vibrates or resonates. Some ESTPs are keenly discriminating; only those elements of singular quality and experience will suffice. Others revel in earthiness. If baseness can elicit shock from more squeamish observers, so much the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-14T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-15T01:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-15T01:33:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cabbie picks up a Nun. She gets into the cab, and the cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring. He replies, "I have a question to ask you, but I don't want to offend you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that. Number one, you have to be single and number two, you must be Catholic." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," the nun says. "Pull into the next alley." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun fulfills his fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush. But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear child," asks the nun, “Why are you crying?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied. I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun replies, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...that gives me..ideas. I wonder if Alucard likes...Penguins.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-10T01:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T06:07:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T06:07:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I...talked to Alucard. It's a no go on the house warding. it's far too dangerous. it's nto a very good idea at all. Not in the slightest. For either of us. Face it...we would have to go outside sometime..and when we did..WAMMO...all hell would break loose becuase we were keeping them trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's be better...it's be much better if you could ward people. If I got spelled and warded and whatnot...then I'd be a walkign scantuary. Then he'd have to stay locked up inside my head. That's a much better idea. Though..I..his laughing is really starting to worry me.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-08T12:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T17:14:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Shu...You so lied to me. Lyca's cool. I like her. And I love that place. That bar of hers is really nice. And...it's got these..ward on it. If You Know Who reared hsi annoying head, he'd be in a crap load of pain, or so I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering to ask that they do that to our place too. Make it a scantuary. Got to ask Alucard first. Still, don't know why HE's launging in the back on my head. it;s liek he WANTS me to ward our home.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-07T22:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-08T03:45:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">DA made LJ rounds, and now I gots me a Bio picture..and so does...You Know Who. Speeking of which...I'm seriously been thinking of seeking counsling..Not for Loki...Heck no. I'm not crazy. But for my..other issues. I know Alucard doesn't mind them...but I want to be better for him. I don't want to always be so messed up about getting tied down...or being left alone and ignored. I want to get over my abandonment issues.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-05T21:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-06T02:18:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-06T02:18:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mommy came to see me today. She came and she gave me an apologuy and my birthday present from her and Tsu. Shu gave me something too, a bit ago. A lab coat. A lab coat that actually fits me. And Jez. She set up the..trust fund for me. So between her and Tsu and Alucard's parents, I nwo have two trust funds. Would you beleive that? When I reach 21, I will have more money than I have ever seen in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still going to work. I reall really like my new job. I liek the University Cham Lab, even if it is subpar to mine. I enjoy showing those braniacs they don't know jack and shit about Chemistry. Only half a week on the job, and I've already made that lab MINE. So, now I have two. Though the one at home will always be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I keeping it? That's simp,le. Because Alucard and Vali. Because my two most favorite people in the whole world coem and pick me up and walk me home after work. So, no matter how large those trust funds turn out to be, I'm freaking working! I'm working so I can meet him at the gates of the school and so that I can walk home with the man I love and our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Laars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Things to do list... Give Vali a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and him and hopefully Alucard, if he consints to it...We need a picture together. A family picture. My first family picture ever. I want it to be with them. It'll be wonderful if I could have that. I'll put it in the vert first slot in my wallet and treasure it.</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-02T18:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T00:42:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T00:42:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and just when I thought I was better and happy again..I take this thing...Note to self: personlaity quizes suck massive ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;13%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;16%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Food indulgent&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craves attention, messy, open, rash, irritable, likes large parties, low self control, weird, fragile, does not like to be alone, emotionally sensitive, worrying, depressed, heart over mind, does not respect authority, dependent, not rule conscious, not good at saving money, more interested in relationships than intellectual pursuits, likes to fit in, very social, frequently second guesses self, phobic, suspicious, not careful, outgoing, vain, compassionate, aggressive, likes to make fun, hates to lose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet your ass I don't like to be alone. Hello. Autophobic, Isolophobic, Monophobic. All of those...Fear of being alone. Athazagoraphobic too- Fear of being forgotton or ignored. We won't even going to my Merinthophobia (fear of being bound or tied up). There you go..Stupid test. I'm phobic too...see.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-02T01:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-02T08:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-02T17:23:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I..I can't fucking beleive it..I just can't... I..I slept. I slept my whole fucking birthday away. And..I'm..I'm going back to sleep some more. Damn it..Damn it to hell. I knew this would happen. I just knew it. It was all too damned good to be true! Fucking hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see me..I'll be on tomorrow..but I'm not a happy guy. Can't beleive I did this to myself. Why can't I..just get what I want..Just once!! Gods Damn it all!! I'm going to bed! And I'm taking Vali with me!</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-04-01T04:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-01T10:45:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">April fools day..and my birthday..There si a saying where I am from..that people born on this day are God's practical joke on the world...But I don't think that. not anymore. Instead, I'm goign to prove that saying right. So without further ado..the other things tha thappened on this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday, April 1, the 91st day of 2005. There are 274 days left in the year. This is April Fool's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Highlight in History:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 1, 1945, American forces invaded Okinawa during World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1853, Cincinnati, Ohio, became the first U.S. city to pay its firefighters a regular salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1918, the Royal Air Force was established in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1933, Nazi Germany began persecuting Jews with a boycott of Jewish-owned businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1946, tidal waves struck the Hawaiian islands, resulting in more than 170 deaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1960, the first weather satellite, TIROS-One, was launched from Cape Canaveral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1963, most of New York City's daily newspapers resumed publishing after settlement was reached in a 114-day strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1970, President Nixon signed a measure banning cigarette advertising on radio and television, to take effect after January 1, 1971.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1983, tens of thousands of anti-nuclear demonstrators linked arms in a 14-mile human chain spanning three defense installations in rural England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1987, in his first major speech on the AIDS epidemic, President Reagan told doctors in Philadelphia, "We've declared AIDS public health enemy number one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, American troops entered a hospital in Nasiriyah, Iraq, and rescued Army Private First Class Jessica Lynch, who'd been held prisoner since her unit was ambushed on March 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago: United Nations peacekeepers officially took over from the U.S.-led multinational force in Haiti. With U.S. Defense Secretary William Perry looking on, Ukraine began the process of dismantling its nuclear missiles. More than 1,500 mourners attended a vigil for Mexican-American singer Selena Quintanilla-Perez in Corpus Christi, Texas, where she'd been shot to death the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago: President Clinton, speaking at a fund-raiser for his wife's Senate campaign, accused New York Mayor Rudolph Giuliani of enlisting a "right-wing venom machine" against Hillary Rodham Clinton. Michelle Kwan won her third World Figure Skating title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago: President Bush signed into law new protections for the unborn that for the first time made it a separate federal crime to harm a fetus during an assault on the mother. Michigan won the NIT championship with a 62-55 victory over Rutgers. Actress Carrie Snodgress died in Los Angeles at age 57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Birthdays: Actor George Grizzard is 77. Actress Jane Powell is 77. Actress Grace Lee Whitney is 75. Actress Debbie Reynolds is 73. Country singer Jim Ed Brown is 71. Actor Don Hastings is 71. Blues singer Eddie King is 67. Actress Ali MacGraw is 67. Rhythm-and-blues singer Rudolph Isley is 66. Reggae singer Jimmy Cliff is 57. Jazz musician Gil Scott-Heron is 56. Rock musician Billy Currie (Ultravox) is 53. Movie director Barry Sonnenfeld is 52. Country singer Woody Lee is 37. Movie directors Albert and Allen Hughes are 33. Tennis player Magdalena Maleeva is 30. Singer Bijou Phillips is 25. Actor Sam Huntington is 23. Actor Josh Zuckerman is 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for Today: "Si mi abuela tuviera ruedas seria una bicicleta." (If my grandmother had wheels, she'd be a bicycle.) -- Spanish proverb.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-03-31T15:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-31T21:52:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Tomorrows the day...for a lot of things. I turn 20 tomorrow. And I'm gettinga tattoo to clebrate my birthday. The first birthday I didn't have to celebreate by myself. No twinkie and candle this year...and for hopefully many many year to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even You Know Who is being kind to me. He'd been very quiet. I fear he might be planning something. Actually, I knwo he is. I...get the idea that is has something to do with the tattooo I'm going to be getting. After all, he had a hand in it's creating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owned but Free". It's a wonderful concept. I am owned heart and soul by Alucard, and that's how I like it to be. But he tacked on the free part. And in a way, he's right, and I hate admitting it. I'm owned by Alucard, yet he doesn't ever treat me as if I am. I am free to go and do what I like. free to enjoy hismelf and free to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow..I'll give you the B-day update. Until then, I've got work to do. Vinal is hard to make</content>
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    <published>2005-03-28T02:22:03Z</published>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-03-26T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T21:00:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I..took a self-esteme test...found here. &lt;a href="http://www.queendom.com/cgi-bin/tests/transfer.cgi"&gt;http://www.queendom.com/cgi-bin/tests/transfer.cgi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results of your Self-Esteem Test &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;your score = 37  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your score mean? &lt;br /&gt;This likely comes as no surprise to you, but you have relatively low self-esteem. Your answers on the test showed a lot of doubt about your own abilities, lack of self-love and some attitudes and beliefs that are contributing to your confidence problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had 77 on the feelings of inadequacy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..now I think I need something to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework: (NOUN) A punishment given to students by evil teachers after the students have already put in 7 hours of hard labor.(See evil, torture, wrong, cruel, unjust) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>laarsdasmesser @ 2005-03-25T16:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T22:07:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Do anyone tell, but I'm lookgin for a job. Liek a real legitimate job. So I can get nice things for Alucard and help him pay the rent and what not. i think i might have found something too. The local University had a opening for a lab assistant. I'm applying. I can get credits for school doing it..So it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a very short bad joke..Honestly...I think the job hunt is muslcing in on my creativity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they call the generic brand of Viagra? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mycocksafloppin!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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