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  <title>These violent delights have violent ends</title>
  <subtitle>Why can't we fix this breakdown?</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Girl</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-20T17:21:22Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:127940</id>
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    <title>"I like the way naked people laugh. That should be a thing. Is that a thing?"</title>
    <published>2009-12-20T17:20:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-20T17:21:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Baby Baby Baby :: Make The Girl Dance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/K33ba/dontwanttoremember.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sums things up nicely.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:126099</id>
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    <title>What the bloody hell am I doing?</title>
    <published>2009-11-12T01:08:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T03:16:47Z</updated>
    <category term="what is this i don&amp;apos;t even"/>
    <category term="internet adventures!"/>
    <category term="operation: create"/>
    <content type="html">So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the crazy idea to make something in a desperate, full-forced attempt to break the writer's block (and "doing anything creative" block), that I've had for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://operationcreate.wordpress.com/"&gt;Operation: Create&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a work in progress, and &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; I have no idea what the hell I am doing. I don't know, though. Being lost and confused is kind of fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:125457</id>
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    <title>Cherry bomb.</title>
    <published>2009-10-26T14:53:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:04:59Z</updated>
    <category term="general"/>
    <category term="what is this i don&amp;apos;t even"/>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <content type="html">Oh, hey, I dyed my hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/K33ba/IMG_0900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia sometimes makes me do things I wouldn't normally do. In this case I approve.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:124499</id>
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    <title>Hey! Hey, you!</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T17:24:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T01:25:55Z</updated>
    <category term="smoking is bad for you srsly"/>
    <category term="what is this i don&amp;apos;t even"/>
    <category term="medical"/>
    <category term="learning to drive"/>
    <content type="html">OH HAI LJ, I KIND OF FORGOT ABOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeah. Online journal. I have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are okay, as they usually are. Not horrible, not fantastic, and certainly not superfuckingawesome like I'd prefer them to be. But whateves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sick. A lot. I'm at the point where eating anything, smoking, drinking coffee, or making sudden movements leads to debilitating nausea. Not sure what's up with that, but I'm still alive, so I can't really complain, amirite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a smoker. &lt;/b&gt; Have been since April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/K33ba/IMG_0809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I couldn't run a mile to save my life, I have a glorious smoker's cough that wakes me up most mornings, and my lungs pretty much always feel like they're &lt;i&gt;on fire&lt;/i&gt;. But I still smoke about a pack a day. Why? Because I'm fuckin' addicted to those suckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am being assessed for throat cancer next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, people. Do not be a stupidface idiot like me and smoke. It is not awesome, or cool, or even nifty. It smells gross, it looks stupid, and it tastes like ass. Also you sometimes burn your hair when you light up (I'VE BEEN DOING THAT LESS AND LESS, THOUGH). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to come back after like, two months and be all, LOLGONNALECTUREYOU. I just...yeah. I care, believe it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; doin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum: I ALSO GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE YESTERDAY. :D :D :D</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:124349</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Duos</title>
    <published>2009-07-10T00:22:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T01:26:20Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sam and Diane, Ross and Rachel, Chuck and Blair—who is your favorite TV couple? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=968'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=968"&gt;View 515 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Pam from &lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, sorry I've been so absent, guys. Work has been insane. Hopefully next week things will slow down and I'll be able to have some time to myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:124077</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Childhood Firsts</title>
    <published>2009-06-30T04:19:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T01:26:52Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was your first word?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=955'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=955"&gt;View 501 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
 Mine was "see". I'd point at everything and say, "See? See? See?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I wanted to make sure that nobody missed a thing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:122366</id>
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    <title>3,640 is my new favorite number.</title>
    <published>2009-05-29T03:19:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T01:32:16Z</updated>
    <category term="epic win"/>
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    <content type="html">I PASSED THE GED! YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored as follows:&lt;br /&gt;LA, Reading - 790/800 &lt;b&gt;99th Percentile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA, Writing - 720/800 &lt;b&gt;99th Percentile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - 530/800 &lt;b&gt;62nd Percentile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - 800/800 &lt;b&gt;99th Percentile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - 800/800 &lt;b&gt;99th Percentile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total - 3,640/4,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby for not studying at all, aye? ;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost bombed out in Math, but managed to sneak by with a passing score (410 is the lowest you can get and still pass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more weeks I'll get my actual certificate in the mail, which won't be as impressive as a High School diploma, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited for my day off tomorrow. I don't even know what to do with myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:120730</id>
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    <title>Coffee? Really? No, I had no idea that you could brew it and make a delicious beverage.</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T02:19:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:07:05Z</updated>
    <category term="epic win"/>
    <category term="pictures"/>
    <category term="work"/>
    <content type="html">WHO ROCKED TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ROCKED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH. I WORKED THOSE TWELVE HOURS TILL THEY BEGGED FOR MERCY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/K33ba/IMG_0572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it all again tomorrow, and the next day...and the next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 144 names to learn. D: Thank god for nametags.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:120466</id>
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    <title>"Oh, it's on now. It's on like hot, buttered popcorn."</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T04:25:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-02T05:34:47Z</updated>
    <category term="ged"/>
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    <content type="html">DOOOOOOOOOOOONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING DONE WITH THE GED, OMG I'M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wait three to four weeks for the results and I'll &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; have all this behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LOLWTFBBQ moment of the day was getting hit on by three different guys in the span of an hour. They were all very persistent, and wouldn't take, "Sorry, not on the market, don't want a boyfriend" for an answer. When they asked for my number I wrote down something random and sent them happily on their way. Greatest thing ever? When I said I wasn't looking for a boyfriend one of them replied, "Well, I don't have to be your &lt;i&gt;boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;. I could be something...else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh LOL, man. LOL. You've got balls, at least.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:120179</id>
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    <title>"Now, if you finish this section of the test early just start right on the essay, mm'kay?"</title>
    <published>2009-05-06T03:15:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:06:17Z</updated>
    <category term="ged"/>
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    <content type="html">Day two: done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Got done a hour and a half early and boogied out of there. Math was mostly adding, subtracting and multiplying. Simple stuff, even for me. Language Arts was fun, since I love that sort of stuff. Not sure how I did on the essay, though. I haven't written one in over two years. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much an uneventful day, besides the part where I ate my body weight in Chinese food. So goooooood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I got a call from Whole Foods (finally). My first day will be this Friday. 9a-5:30p I'll be sitting, learning stuff about the company and whatnot. 5:30p-8:30p will be coffee training, which should be a breeze since I've worked for one coffee company or another for about three years now. I'm so excited that I'm actually going to have &lt;i&gt;money&lt;/i&gt; again!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:119916</id>
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    <title>"You must arrive 30 minutes prior to the start of the test."</title>
    <published>2009-05-05T01:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:07:43Z</updated>
    <category term="ged"/>
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    <content type="html">Day one is of GED is &lt;b&gt;done&lt;/b&gt;. It was embarrassingly simple. Just a little survey, orientation, and the constitution test that had an allotted time of 45 minutes; got it done in 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow won't be as simple, though. Ninety minute Math test (ohgodno), and then a 120 minute Language Arts test. I like me some LA, so that won't be so bad, but Math and I...we don't get along very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that the test supervisor has a really, really heavy accent, so he had to keep repeating himself and repeating himself and ugh. Desk, meet face. Face, meet desk.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:118078</id>
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    <title>This is the part where my mother refuses to let me move out so she can use my discount.</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T20:38:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:08:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">GOT THE JOB AT WHOLE FOODS. You know, the one I first interviewed for a &lt;i&gt;month&lt;/i&gt; ago, where they never called back? Yeah, well, yesterday I got a call asking if I was still interested. Ran in there, talked to a few people, and boom! Job is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 an hour, too. That's the most I've made ever ever ever. The only downside is that it's part-time, and I was really looking for a full-time position. But! It's considered part-time 20, which means I'll always have over twenty hours a week there, which &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; means that I'm eligible for medical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence, I'm coming, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20% discount on groceries that I'll get just about made my mom die of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert happy-as-a-hog-in-the-mud dance here*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:116054</id>
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    <title>Tweet?</title>
    <published>2009-03-25T16:02:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:10:46Z</updated>
    <category term="internet adventures!"/>
    <category term="work"/>
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    <content type="html">Got a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/riza_a"&gt;Twitter account. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I know! Shut up!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep dooooooing this to myself? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, haven't heard anything back from Whole Foods on the part-time position. *shrugs* Doesn't bother me that much, I suppose. Wasn't super excited about it. Applied to two other full-time jobs at the Whole Foods in Evanston yesterday. Woop woop?</content>
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    <title>[Sasuke + Naruto] ; Empty Conversations</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T01:45:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T19:48:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/16125.html#cutid1"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The link will now take you to my fanfic journal.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:56653</id>
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    <title>This journal is mostly friends only.</title>
    <published>2006-12-13T03:13:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-12T01:22:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>They're Coming to Take Me Away :: Neuroticfish</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n222/K33ba/shoppers.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you like to be my friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanfic is at &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_brokentime' lj:user='brokentime' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/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/brokentime/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;brokentime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Master list is &lt;a href="http://riza.livejournal.com/48806.html#cutid1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want fanfiction, then I suggest friending &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_brokentime' lj:user='brokentime' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/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/brokentime/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;brokentime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I post all of my stuff there, now. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, then comment here. Just a quick "hello" will do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:55360</id>
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    <title>Naruto Fanfiction for Bakkhos :: Saké Cup :: Itachi + Akatsuki. Poor Kisame.</title>
    <published>2006-12-08T16:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T19:26:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Haunted Home :: David Fonseca</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Right. Since &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bakkhos' lj:user='bakkhos' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bakkhos.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bakkhos.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bakkhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said that she would love her some drunk Itachi fic this Christmas, I wrote her some. And it's CRACK. So here you go &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bakkhos' lj:user='bakkhos' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bakkhos.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bakkhos.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bakkhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you can enjoy. Forgive any mistakes, I didn't have a lot of time to proof-read it before I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Saké Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word count:&lt;/b&gt; 2,408&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters/Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Itachi, and the rest of Akatsuki. But no Orochimaru. I dun like him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; Teen, for quite a bit of swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; When Itachi first joins Akatsuki, there's an "initiation ceremony" of sorts. One that involves alcohol. Lots, and lots, of alcohol. Strange things are said when one is drunk. Pity Kisame. Yeah. DRUNK!Itachi crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Okay. I don't know who all was in Akatsuki when Itachi joined. And I'm not even sure how old Itachi &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; when he joined. This is crack. Crack doesn't have to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/17872.html#cutid1"&gt;“He’s your partner,” Deidara said with a shrug of his shoulders. “You take care of the problem, un.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut now takes you to my fanfic journal.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:54454</id>
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    <title>Three Naruto Drabbles. Naruto + Sasuke, Kakashi x Sakura, Sasuke + Itachi</title>
    <published>2006-12-05T03:21:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-05T03:26:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mississippi :: Paula Cole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I wrote out a few drabbles in attempt to break the yucky stagnation in my writing. Don't think it worked though. They're short. None over two hundred words, I don't think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Home again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Naruto + Sasuke::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing more he could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much more he could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why did he have to look so fucking &lt;i&gt;blank&lt;/i&gt;? Why couldn’t the bastard look angry, just for a moment? Couldn’t he show something, anything, to prove that he was still &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of this, exactly, was truly Orochimaru’s fault? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of this was Sasuke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the moment when Sasuke pulled that unfamiliar sword and leaned over beside him, when Naruto caught the smell of death and hate and fear, he &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; that they were never going to get Sasuke back alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he would make good on his promise to Sakura and bring him home, no matter the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Seven would never be whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hold me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Kakashi x Sakura::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sing for me,&lt;/i&gt; she said. &lt;i&gt;Sing for me and make the monsters go away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don’t know how to sing anymore,&lt;/i&gt; he replied, eyes sad and defeated and &lt;i&gt;broken&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then tell me a story,&lt;/i&gt; she pressed. &lt;i&gt;Tell me a story to make the pain go away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the stories I have to tell,&lt;/i&gt; he murmured, &lt;i&gt;are of death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence then, as she didn’t know what else to say. The man seemed adamant, so very sure of what he was, what he had been shaped into. And so she reached out her wide, young arms, green eyes hopeful and naive. She held out her arms and said, &lt;i&gt;Hold me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man didn’t know what to do, so he started to walk away. The girl continued to stretch out her arms, though. &lt;i&gt;Hold me, &lt;/i&gt; she said again, &lt;i&gt;Hold me and together we’ll make the monsters go away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because the man was weak, and because he was broken, he did. He held her and she held him, and even as some of their worries thawed in the glow of the other, the man knew that it was only a short amount of time before this joy, this light, went out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautiful lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sasuke + Itachi::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times could one person lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long before lies blur over into truth, and truth into lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about him that made you want to believe. Something about his voice, his presence, his damnable blank face that made you want to nod and accept his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasuke shook his head clear, as clear as it would get these days, and pressed on, throwing another kunai at Itachi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much he wanted his brother’s death, he wanted his &lt;i&gt;brother&lt;/i&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wondered, what would it be like to live in a lie? To live as if &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; had never happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran up a tree, blocking punches as he went, and wondered how long something like that would last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how far he would have to fall to try.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:52636</id>
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    <title>Naruto Fanfiction :: Drowning :: Itachi/Sasuke</title>
    <published>2006-11-29T05:43:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T20:19:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13785.html#cutid1"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The cut will now take you to my fanfic journal.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:49613</id>
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    <title>Naruto Fanfiction :: Brilliance :: Itachi/Sasuke</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T03:57:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T20:20:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lies :: Evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Companion to &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13128.html"&gt;"After Effect"&lt;/a&gt;, which circles mainly around Sasuke. &lt;i&gt;Brilliance&lt;/i&gt;, though, is an Itachi-centered fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13433.html#cutid1"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut will now take you to my fanfic journal.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:riza:48806</id>
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    <title>Master Fic List</title>
    <published>2006-11-12T22:48:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T19:05:59Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfiction"/>
    <category term="fic list"/>
    <lj:music>Love, Hate, Love :: Alice in Chains</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riza’s Fanfic List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last updated:&lt;/b&gt; 06/17/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;::Inuyasha::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Title-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Characters/Pairing-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Story Summary-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Status-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2954123/1/"&gt;Linear Process&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Sesshoumaru/Kagome]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Removed for revision&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Incomplete drabble series; 28/50}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2931749/1/"&gt;Merciful Death&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Kagome/Inuyasha + Sesshoumaru]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Sometimes it’s those we least expect that show us mercy. A lie in the face of death is nothing.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3025840/1/"&gt;Snow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Sesshoumaru/Kagome]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt; Snow will always melt, and the sun will shine free.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3171631/1/"&gt;Waiting for Everything and Nothing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Kagome/Inuyasha + Sesshoumaru]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Death, she decided, was cold. Waiting for everything and nothing at the same time was impossible, but it was still the only thing she could do. &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;::Naruto::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Title-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Characters/Pairing-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Story Summary-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Status-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/15134.html"&gt;My Hand in Yours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Itachi/Sakura]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Sometimes she almost lets herself forget that he ruined Sasuke’s life.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble; requested by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_irreverence' lj:user='irreverence' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://irreverence.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://irreverence.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;irreverence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/15781.html"&gt;Narcissim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Neji centric]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Goodness, he was beautiful.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble; requested by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_greenlemonapple' lj:user='greenlemonapple' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://greenlemonapple.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://greenlemonapple.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;greenlemonapple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/14006.html"&gt;Sleepwalking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Kakashi/Sakura]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;When does ‘want’ become ‘need’?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/17091.html"&gt;Chapters [A Countdown of Scripted Time]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Sasuke + Itachi]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;His story, their story, is already written. All that he can do now, what he must do, is turn the pages.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/17294.html"&gt;A Lie of Necessity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Itachi/Sakura]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;What use is love in a relationship like theirs?But, regardless, there would be payment where payment was due.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/18144.html#cutid1"&gt;The March of Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Sakura oriented, Team 7]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Sakura sees Naruto moving further and further away from her. Her thoughts and reflections on her ‘failure’ as a ninja, and her reaction when Kakashi finally brings Naruto and Sasuke home.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://riza.livejournal.com/42497.html"&gt;Spring Cleaning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Team 7, hints of Sasuke/Naruto]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;As it becomes obvious that Naruto seems to be physically and mentally unable to care for his body and his home correctly, Sakura (and to a lesser degree, Sasuke) step in to save the day with the help of cleaning supplies and good, wholesome foods.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13128.html#cutid1"&gt;After Effect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Itachi/Sasuke + Naruto]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;The second time Tsukiyomi is used on him, Sasuke finds that acting is harder, and faces tend to change. A descent into madness goes unchecked.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot} &lt;b&gt;Companion fic to &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13433.html#cutid1"&gt;Brilliance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13433.html#cutid1"&gt;Brilliance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Itachi/Sasuke, or a general Itachi fic]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;They created the monster under the bed and all he has to do is play the part. When something is weak and sickly, it is destroyed - that is the way of nature. They are the sickness, and Itachi is the cure.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot} &lt;b&gt;Companion fic to &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13128.html#cutid1"&gt;After Effect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/17872.html#cutid1"&gt;Saké Cup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Itachi + Akatsuki]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;When Itachi first joins Akatsuki, there's an "initiation ceremony" of sorts. One that involves alcohol. Lots, and lots, of alcohol. Strange things are said when one is drunk. Pity Kisame.DRUNK!Itachi crack.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot; gift for &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bakkhos' lj:user='bakkhos' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bakkhos.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bakkhos.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bakkhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/13785.html#cutid1"&gt;Drowning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Itachi/Sasuke, but Sasuke focused. Kinda.]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Itachi's plans have always been well executed, and this one was no different. Itachi may have formed the idea, but Sasuke struck the blow that left him drowning. Mind-fuckery, as always.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/brokentime/16125.html"&gt;Empty Conversations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Sasuke, Naruto, and other mentions]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;After Naruto makes a deal with Sakura, he follows Sasuke home to see where the other boy lives. Something unusual happens when Sasuke sits down for dinner, though.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;::Hellsing::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Title-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Characters/Pairing-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Story Summary-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Status-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3143353/1/"&gt;Haunt You Everyday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Alucard/Integra]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;She can never escape that irresistible pull, and isn't even sure that she wants to. His ruby eyes can't even see her.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble(ish)}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3148574/1/"&gt;Heartbeat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Alucard/Young Integra]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Just how did the injured Integra get out of the basement after being shot by her Uncle? And who could have possibly taken care of her wounds?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete oneshot}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3147570/1/"&gt;Self Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Alucard/Young Integra]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Integra ponders over one of her father's diary entries. It warns of the danger of not becoming aquainted with Alucard's higher powers. She decided to take the advice, and release Alucard's power restrictions. But do the means meet the end? &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Incomplete; 1/2 parts}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;::Ouran High School Host Club::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Title-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Characters/Pairing-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----Story Summary-----&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Status-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ouran_contest/15485.html"&gt;Broken Illusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Hikaru/Haruhi/Kaoru + Tamaki]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;The perverse illusion of family was only exacerbated by the family ‘relations’.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ouran_contest/18628.html"&gt;Picture Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;[Kyouya/Haruhi]&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;How different was Halloween when nearly every day the members of the Host Club dressed up as sparkling lies?&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;{Complete drabble}&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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