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  <title>Tatlins</title>
  <subtitle>ramblings of a welsh art student</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-12-14T13:49:26Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:33949</id>
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    <title>Dreaming my dreams</title>
    <published>2009-12-14T13:49:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-14T13:49:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">a few nights ago I had an odd dream. I was in hospital but it wasn't like any hospital I've been to, nor did it resemble the one I work in, in any way, shape or form. I wasn't working there, I was in fact, a patient. I don't know what was wrong with me to have me IN the hospital, but I remember walking outside, dragging my duvet with me, sitting on these huge wide steps that had grass on either side after I wrapped my duvet around myself, and I looked up at the sky, found it was night time and that, oddly, the sky was covered by a glass pane and metal dome. Didn't scare me or freak me out, I felt actually quite calm, despite the knowledge that, for whatever reason, I wasn't actually supposed to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I blinked and my grandmother was sitting next to me, calm as anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and she said: "Are you OK, Katy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking about it for a minute and answered: "I'm alright, Nanny. I just…wanted to be outside for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she put her arm around my shoulders, gave me a hug and said: "as long as you're OK" and then she was gone and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother tends to visit me in dreams when I'm stressed out or more tired than I should healthily be, it is nice to know that she'll still check in on me despite a few years ago when I told her I didn't need her to look after me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the dream was just confirming what I already knew: I'm working too hard and need a fews days break from work - apparently I'm working more hours than the contracted staff.</content>
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    <title>mother stealing a daughter's boyfriend…</title>
    <published>2009-12-09T17:32:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T14:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah, this sounds like a Jerry Springer episode to me too, but it was an article in a trashy magazine I was reading to pass away the last 3 minutes before my shift ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have probably heard this story repeated around a lot, girl meets boy, girl and boy date, girl brings boy home to meet mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girl gets pregnant, goes off sex, yadda yadda - she finds a message on the answer machine from her mother to said boy saying &amp;quot;Come over, I want to have sex&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare you anymore, I think you can work out what happens next - for those curiouus, 24 year old boy is now planning to marry 38 year old mother by now; both mother and boy/stepgrandfather are back in child's life at mother's wanting what's best for the child (if t'were me and my life, I wouldn't bother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's response was: &amp;quot;I'm so sorry for what she's gone through. I hope she'll realise soon that she has two people who love her very much and will always be there for her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh&amp;hellip;What? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I heard that wrong because I don't know what the hell kind of love it is that feels the need to take your daughter's boyfriend. Don't care if you were attracted to him and 'fell in love' with him, he was your daughter's partner and to any decent mother that'd mean a strict 'hands off' policy despite all that. Get off your ego trip and realise that what you did was selfish and that you're lucky she's even letting you see your grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, Boy doesn't get let off the hook either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of jerk fools around with their pregnant girlfriend's mother? &amp;quot;Oh, I care for her but I love her mother&amp;quot; Give me a break, that's not an excuse and I'm glad you missed out on Child's birth because rightly so, the mother didn't think you deserved that kind of reward for breaking her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, all through the article I saw Mother and Boy talking about what THEY wanted and coming up with lame excuses for why it was OK for them to have hurt her and why she should forgive them and act as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not condemning  any kind of relationship with an age gap, btw, just the ones where other people get emotionally hurt because of it - please see above story.</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-12-03T15:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-03T15:43:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-03T15:43:08Z</updated>
    <category term="concert"/>
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    <content type="html">I probably neglected to mention here that I was going to see a concert by none other than the King of Shock Rock, Alice Cooper last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets were a pressie for my birthday from my parents and the concert was up in Swindon (a three and a half hour drive away from home and in England, btw)...Never had so much fun in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was amazingly awesome, Vincent (aka Alice) was so unbelievably cool and entertaining, I'd say 10% presentation &amp; 90% pure stage presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a short post, I will post up my photos (and some video footage - warning you now, the sound quality is crappy) later. I do have some shots I'm very proud of ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:33276</id>
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    <title>hormone-fuelled rant about my bad karma</title>
    <published>2009-11-20T05:58:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-20T05:58:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it seems that every time I have a reasonably good day, someone somewhere thinks: "oops! can't have that! Better make some crap happen quick!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a reasonably good day at work, minor incident of forgetting my badge was sorted without fuss, did my work, got on with the domestic I was working with, didn't eat lunch by myself, patients were fairly nice and non-violent, even polite to a point, got home without incident or getting stuck in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and my dad asks: "Have you seen Felix today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……and there it is. fairly good day in the toilet and I spend the rest of the day worrying and calling him and checking the window for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't been home all night and I barely slept from worrying, add into that I have the early shift at work and have to drive there, and I'll probably end up cleaning out the bins again (adult nappies, yuck) I'm pretty certain my crappy karma will be satisfied and hopefully deliver my Felix back.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:32927</id>
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    <title>Art Post: Here Come the Girls</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T16:28:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T16:28:23Z</updated>
    <category term="pixel doll"/>
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    <content type="html">pixel that's taken me a few days, a pixel doll of some of my female characters. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001hth9/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001hth9/s320x240" width="320" height="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(starting at the left) Theresa Symphony Chappen, age 17 and a half years, Londoner, musician, teaching student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Goodluck, age 19 years, Irish, currently resides in the west of America, half-kelpie, sometimes feels the urge to eat people, plays the violin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chou-Kichou-Hime (translation: Princess Precious Butterfly, you may just called her 'Kichou'), age 10, resides in Hidden Valley, shapeshifts into a black phoenix due to mixed heritage, cared for by her bodyguard Hogo-kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvernet - too old to count, actually a humanised version of a TF fancharacter of mine. Decepticon Spy/inventor. Pre-war she was a toy-maker. The 'con's have something of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio Eliza Mortiis - I'm sure you're all familiar with her by now, right? *giggle*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:32714</id>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-11-14T10:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-14T10:23:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-14T10:23:06Z</updated>
    <category term="bad parenting"/>
    <category term="what the -?"/>
    <category term="beauty pageants"/>
    <category term="pedos"/>
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    <lj:music>I Am Gothic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Something I've been seeing on the listing for the Biography Channel a lot recently is this thing called 'Little Miss Perfect', not to be confused with the film 'Little Miss Sunshine'. Out of curiosity, I watched the last 10 minutes of an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though both are about child beauty pageants, one is a film done in good humour with some pretty funny jokes along the way, and the other is a programme pretty much glorifying a pedophile's favourite wank-fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 'Little Miss Perfect', girls aged around 4 - 8 years old compete for the title of 'Little Miss Perfect'. Now, according to the host, what the judges were supposed to be looking for was a little girl who was natural&amp;hellip;if that's the case, why are the girls slathered in chemical gunks (such as fake tan, fake nails, hair extensions and enough make up to put a 1960's minstrel act to shame) and dresses that they shouldn't be wearing until they can spell 'college application' and maybe not even then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these girls are treated like little adults and as if their parents love hinges on them winning a tacky decorative piece that'll ultimately just wind up gathering dust on the shelf or shoved into a cupboard somewhere out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl's mother woke her up at god-knows-when in the morning to get dressed, and when said child complained that she didn't want to get up because she was still tired, her supposedly loving mum instantly gave her a sugary drink to wake her up, jokingly calling it 'Breakfast of Champions'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;Ummm&amp;hellip;&amp;hellip;what the hell? What's next? Are you going to start giving her espresso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of points mother must have over looked: firstly, she's only seven, let her sleep. Secondly, she's your daughter, not your doll or your little performing monkey and finally, keep pushing her like this and she's inevitably going to grow up to be either a spoilt little bitch who has a complete and total breakdown the first time she doesn't win in one of the competitions she's been pushed into and spends the next decade or so in an institution going over with the therapist why she hates her family; or, failing that better outcome, she'll either be kidnapped by pedo's or grow up to become 'Little Miss Perfect Prostitute'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I saw only 1 little girl in the whole programme who was still acting like her age group should and wasn't wearing a ton of make up, fake hair or tan&amp;hellip;and she lost. Isn't that a contradiction in what the host originally said the pageant was after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but the rain's finally stopped and I'm going into town for a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Motoring</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T13:00:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T13:00:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I just passed my driving practical test ^_^</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:32199</id>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-10-19T08:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T08:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T08:21:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I started a new job on monday, on the one hand 'yay, monies into my account' on the other, it's not a job I would've taken had there been another option. That's not a complaint, it's just me saying that I wouldn't be a cleaner if there'd been a job at a graphic designer's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job itself, cleaning up hospital rooms, corridors and toilets, isn't in and of itself a bad job, nothing I don't do really when I'm cleaning up at home. Most of the staff are nice and the canteen food is actually pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my complaint comes down directly to 2 of the girls I'm currently training with: they never stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl is always complaining about how hard to work is and that half an hour isn't a long enough lunch break despite the fact that companies only really have to give you 20 minutes so we actually have 10 minutes extra.&lt;br /&gt;She also picks thing about a supervisor (whom I am friends with outside of work) saying that he's too strict and he should go easier on us because we're just starting and give us more than 1.5hrs to clean out a room. &amp;nbsp;(my opinion being that if the supervisor 'goes easy' on us now, she'll expect him to continue doing so when we start properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other complains about how she doesn't like wearing the 'enclosed heel and toe' shoes and given the option she'd wear flipflops all the time (this is bad Health and Safety)&amp;nbsp;and during the practical training day of last friday, she kept asking about the room curtains (i.e. who takes them down? who puts them back up? Do we take down the ones over the windows? How do we do that? Why? Shouldn't the porters do that? Who washes the curtains?) on and on and on about the bloody curtains! &lt;br /&gt;Plus she doesn't like the photo on her ID badge so she refuses to wear it. Taking into consideration that we're actually REQUIRED to do so, as proof that we work in the hospital and aren't some drug-crazed sneaks just trying to get our hands on free medication or bandages, etc, I'm pretty certain she's breaking some rules there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I just want them to shut up and let me get on with my work, the sooner I get everything done, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-10-08T10:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-08T10:08:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-08T10:08:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lydia's been making herself known, surprisingly, however she's only willing to stand still long enough for me to draw her 'kelpie' outfit, no stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post here when it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-10-04T09:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-04T08:48:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-04T08:48:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;urgh&amp;hellip;could those of you who believe in healing energy please send some my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and Flu season is back and I am once again a victim. Honestly, I think it singles me out on purpose or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to arm myself with some max strength lemsips and a supply of iced-lollies. My bloke's friend yesterday commented on me buying some saying: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought you're not supposed to eat them. You've a cold&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: They act like an icepack for my sinuses, which means I can then blow my nose, which means I can breathe properly for about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also shot somebody in the face with a rifle by accident yesterday, but since she was going to be zombie chow anyway and kept moaning 'Don't come! Don't come!' in the style of a bad porno flick (not that porno's are noted for fine acting, anyway) I really saw it as a mercy killing, even if I didn't get a game bonus because of it - I do love House of the Dead&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Felix for PM</title>
    <published>2009-09-30T21:47:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-30T21:47:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;OK, this is why too much free time is bad for me - I've actually complied a short list of reasons why meh beloved cat Felix would make a good Prime Minister of the UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Very low expenses - aside from a large bag of special diet food once every 2 - 3 months and the occasional vet visit, very low cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Already wearing a suit - and whilst it's a fur suit, it has the advantage of being his own fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When he 'talks' and gives 'speeches' people actually watch, listen and think it's adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He can sense untrustworthy people and counters by hiding under the bed until they go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He's honest - when he catches mice and other rodents, you know it was him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He's fixed, so no sex-scandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Good diplomat by way of loving to snuggle and being very very clean and presentable at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Already has the 'alpha-cat' strut down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When he walks into a room everyone immediately pays attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He is adorable. 'nuff said.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-09-29T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-29T20:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-29T20:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;This evening, I was suddenly hit by a strong feeling of claustrophobia - I sometimes get it when stressed, so I went for a walk, it normally helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, the feeling didn't go away once I was outside in the fresh air and space, if anything it felt worse, probably because I knew I'd have to go home again - more to the point, I knew I was getting cold, but damned if I could feel that very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't stand the fact that, once again, my brother sprung a visit from his moron. One could argue that I do the same but the difference is: my bloke GOES HOME at the end of the evening, he doesn't stick around and eat our food whenever he damned well feels like it and watch trashy television for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling this way&amp;hellip;I just&amp;hellip;I don't want to be here anymore, or I just want to drive away and keep on driving until I run out of fuel, refuel and drive on again.&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:30772</id>
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    <title>Happy Birthday Kai!</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T20:32:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T20:32:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ode to Joy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I know I'm a few days early but better early than belated - since I have no money to send gifts or cards, I &lt;strike&gt;made&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;recycled something I created in Illustrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001ge93/"&gt;&lt;img width="240" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001ge93/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:30481</id>
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    <title>Being driven rapidly towards the lovely town of MentalBreakDown Ville</title>
    <published>2009-09-06T22:01:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-06T22:01:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm going to throw everything that they dirty into my brother's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they're both pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone knows that pigs wallow in their own filth so they should too.</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-09-05T08:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-05T07:31:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-05T16:27:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">truly, I marvel at an airheaded idiots ability to smell chocolate when the product is still in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother is back from an extended visit to his friend's house and idiot's house. Nice of him to inform me he was bringing her home…when he turned up with her on the doorstep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nice. i kept extremely out of their way, went out photographing the night sky with my camera for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off, aside from the 'hi sis, look I brought Becky home without telling anyone I was going to do so because I don't have to because you're the only one home for the next week' greeting I got (granted I was heading out with my boyfriend at the time, but a heads up would've been nice!) is that she ATE MY BLOODY WEIGHT WATCHERS CUPCAKES! Those things are pointed, s'why I bought them for ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying I'm not willing to share , but she knows my brother doesn't do weight watchers and my mother isn't here…so who the hell's cake did she think they were? She didn't even bloody ask if she could have one, and then didn't put the box away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of every bloody visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean the kitchen, she messes it up. I ask her to put dishes in the washer when she's done, I find them everywhere EXCEPT the dishwasher and the sink full of her dirty cooking stuff. I put stuff away, she drags it out, eats some and leaves it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I realise I sound like a broken record regarding this girl, but she doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask my brother 'If I empty the dishwasher, could you put your dirty plates in it instead of in the sink?' after he asked me 'are you going food shopping? All we've had is chips.' (I swear, the sink was EMPTY when I left!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me if I don't cry tears of sympathy for her, but I would prefer it if my brother didn't starve</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-08-15T12:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T11:32:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-15T11:32:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, this is not a rant, I'm not calling anyone stupid, I know you guys are sensible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that the NHS is not a bad thing. It is based off the poor laws of Britain which state that everyone is entitled to health care whether you have money or not. It's there to ensure that you can have treatment whatever your status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I joined a gym last week and so far I've lost 2lbs in weight ^^</content>
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    <title>pretty much…</title>
    <published>2009-08-12T22:14:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T22:14:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm" target="new"&gt;What type of Fae are you?&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:29458</id>
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    <title>made of want</title>
    <published>2009-08-09T09:35:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-09T09:35:44Z</updated>
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    <category term="hr"/>
    <category term="jack harkness"/>
    <category term="overdraft"/>
    <category term="ianto jones"/>
    <category term="great coat"/>
    <category term="bank"/>
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    <lj:music>Brain Damage - Pink Floyd</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm into Torchwood, so is my delightful friend Carolin. We in particular are Jack Harkness fans (we like Ianto too, but his clothing isn't as cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my delight when I find this in a UK website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001fzxh/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001fzxh/s320x240" width="265" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a genuine wool RAF great coat! Like Jack's. Of course I sent the link to Carolin and of course we both had fan-gasms. (at £39.95 it's kind of a steal, since I've seen then going for more…Sarah even told me over MSN that someone near her is selling one for [converted from canadian dollars] £137.67)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this coat sooooo bad…but due to lack of funds (I'm still paying off my overdraft, I should be done sooner than I thought 'cos I have a job waiting for me in the Hospital. As soon as HR stop dragging their feet and give me a start date!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 options here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wait and hope they still have some when I've paid off and have money to spend again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Beg. BEG LEIK A DAWG! On my knees and do many many chores around the house, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which do you think I should go for?</content>
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    <title>Graffiti</title>
    <published>2009-07-11T18:09:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-11T18:09:34Z</updated>
    <category term="vivienne"/>
    <category term="pepe le pew"/>
    <category term="carmarthen"/>
    <category term="dan aykroyd"/>
    <category term="jimmi hendrix"/>
    <category term="banksy-esque"/>
    <category term="clint eastwood"/>
    <category term="graffiti"/>
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    <content type="html">some of the stuff I find around my town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of it imaginative. Some of it…not quite so imaginative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001ey6d/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001ey6d/s320x240" width="302" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>wildwelsh_witch @ 2009-07-10T20:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T19:02:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-10T19:02:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What a day! I've been up since the wee hours of this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my mother's graduation day and the ceremony started early…well, actually, we had to be there early even though the ceremony wasn't until 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see mum get her certificate, but I could've lived without the droning speeches, the heat, lack of air-conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I ran into my friend Stu whom I haven't seen in over a year! Dude was there with his girlfriend who'd just graduated (he forgot that I'd graduated the same time as him and asked if I'd graduated today. Silly man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm exhausted, I'ma go sleepies now</content>
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    <title>Music makes me happy</title>
    <published>2009-07-01T18:15:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T18:15:15Z</updated>
    <category term="violinist"/>
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    <category term="accordion player"/>
    <category term="carmarthen"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musical buskers around my town makes me happy ^^</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wildwelsh_witch:28517</id>
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    <title>Metalocalypse</title>
    <published>2009-07-01T09:59:00Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T09:59:00Z</updated>
    <category term="heat wave"/>
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    <category term="metalocalypse"/>
    <category term="ramblings"/>
    <lj:music>Sometimes Screw - His Name is Alive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">recent discovery; Though I've seen the fanart around for a little while now, for some reason I assumed they were an actual band of humans that people had taken to slashing (stranger things happen) I watched a few episodes on adultswim.co.uk, it IS pretty addictive to watch…I wanna play with Toki's hair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001dfxs/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001dfxs/s320x240" width="320" height="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? That's why slash happens to these guys. It makes me LOL quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, random ramblings brought on by heat-exposure (I'm welsh, my country was built on a bloody rainforest, y'know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm offski.</content>
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    <title>Peter</title>
    <published>2009-06-28T16:48:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-28T16:48:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">some doodles of my OC Peter whom I've been drawing for…5 years now. Somehow he just keeps getting prettier. I wish i knew how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001cfgd/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/wildwelsh_witch/pic/0001cfgd/s320x240" width="153" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?! See!? He's a bloody Twink now! (not that there's anything wrong with Twinks in general I jsut never expected Peter to be one!)</content>
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    <title>Character-Journal</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T22:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T22:57:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ann Lee - Two Times</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yes, I've started one. It's for one of my more ordinary OC's (Marissa Greyson, no you haven't met her) and is located here: &lt;a href="http://greasemunkybabe.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://greasemunkybabe.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys could take the time to check it out and toss a few comments that way, I'd like it a lot. Any comments will be replied to as Marissa (that's probably half the fun) so…yeah. That's me gone for now.</content>
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    <title>Sunshine During the Rain</title>
    <published>2009-06-15T19:40:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-15T19:41:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I shot this with my camera's movie function just this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;</content>
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