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  <title>I wandered like a lonely cloud</title>
  <subtitle>YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG</subtitle>
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    <name>ordinary language made extraordinary</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-29T23:46:58Z</updated>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2009-04-30T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T23:46:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T23:46:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel very alone here, and I don't know what to do about it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:12504</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2009-02-18T22:07:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T22:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T22:05:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All the tall men are gay.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:12248</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2009-02-18T00:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T00:31:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T00:31:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am a distinctly mediocre writer.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:11914</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-10-27T01:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-27T01:16:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-27T01:16:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why does the universe wait until you think you're happy to fuck you over.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:11587</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-09-26T10:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T09:20:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T09:21:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some of you know, some of you don't, I'm a tall girl. I actually measured myself the other night and I'm 5'11" and a half. I work in a shop that sells clothes to tall women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the other day at work, a woman said to me, "You're not tall. Why are you working here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was a little offended. I'm not one of those girls who's ashamed or awkward about being tall either, I really love it. I wear heels and I don't slouch the way I used to in high school to make myself look a little shorter. The silliest part though was that I work with a girl who's 5'6". She escaped unscathed!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:11333</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-09-12T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T21:57:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T21:57:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last week I was folding some bags at work and the sharp edge one one of them scratched my arm, then today when I was folding bags again it started to itch like some old war wound.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:11221</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-07-30T10:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T09:45:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T09:45:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I appreciate it must be hard being you, but does that really mean that every time I make plans you have to fuck them up. It's almost like you do it on purpose. I love you a lot, but for the love of god think about someone other than yourself for once.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:10816</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-07-15T13:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T12:07:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T12:07:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One o'clock on a tuesday lunchtime is NO TIME for bohemian rhapsody to be played in the pub.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:10748</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-06-05T17:02:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T16:02:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T16:02:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The only thing MORE ANNOYING than being REALLY ANNOYED is when there is NOBODY AROUND TO TELL ABOUT IT ALL.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:10292</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-05-27T22:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-27T21:03:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T21:03:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Animals - House of the Rising Sun</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow. I've gone from doing practically nothing for months to doing something all day, every day, for the last five days. And I'm booked up for the rest of the week too. It's pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much determined to make this a good summer. I've spent the last two or three summers doing nothing and being horribly lonely and depressed. Not again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to read some books. &lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:10233</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-05-23T14:05:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-23T13:05:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-23T13:05:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Those of you in the know will know that I really do not like my flatmates. I live in the end block of my building, in which there are four flats, five people in each flat, so twenty of us in total. I don't like any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, one of them has earned my respect. I only wish I knew which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each flat door is numbered 1-4 (I live in 4 - top floor -_-) and they have little metal plaques on the door showing the number. Somebody has unscrewed all the little plaques and switched them around, so we are now flat 1, and they go down to flat 4 on the ground floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:9972</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-05-10T21:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T20:06:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T20:06:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was pretty good. Still haven't done any revision, which at this point is starting to become pretty urgent, but at least I bought some food/went to a picnic/shoved cake in someone's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:9693</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-05-06T11:02:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T10:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T10:03:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">V amusing. Am sitting in the coffee shop at the station, where they have some seating outside! However, the doors are heavy and difficult to maneuver at the best of times, not least when you're holding a tray with drinks on it. Could always offer to help people, but generally by the point it becomes obvious that they're struggling, and I think about getting up to help, usually they've accomplished it themselves in the time it would have taken me to get over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just sit here and roll around in schadenfreude instead. God knows I provide enough to other people. This is like karma; I selflessly provide amusement for others at my own expense, and this is my reward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; DAMMIT. JUST WHEN I THINK I'LL CATCH A BREAK. THE WORLD HAS PUNISHED ME FOR LAUGHING AT PEOPLE'S PAIN BY CANCELLING ALL THE FUCKING TRAINS.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:9418</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-30T19:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-30T18:46:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T18:46:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Carole King - It's Going To Take Some Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just pulled the most ridiculous, embarrassing driving maneuver of my entire life. I'm blaming it on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) being tired&lt;br /&gt;b) not having driven much for a while&lt;br /&gt;c) my mum's car&lt;br /&gt;d) wednesdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's especially annoying as I'm generally a very good driver, in fact even moreso when I haven't driven for a while, because then I'm more careful and take less stupid risks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I look pretty hot today, so things could be worse. I am not so much the kind of person who's overly concerned with image, but I just feel good. Relaxed. Happy with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I used a new toothbrush today, which may be one of my favourite things in the entire world. I love the way my teeth feel &lt;i&gt;so clean&lt;/i&gt; when I use a new toothbrush. Mmmm.</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-28T09:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T08:13:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T08:13:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just cut myself on some bread.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:8856</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-26T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T20:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T20:34:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My cats are driving me crazy. Every two minutes one of them is scratching at the door to get in or out. In. Out. In. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the feline version of the hokey kokey :|</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:8680</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-25T00:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T23:44:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T23:44:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw Brian Blessed today. He was very very beardy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:8198</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-23T00:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-22T23:25:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T23:25:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I saw a woman who looked like Ozzy Osbourne. It was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tried on my swimsuit in a couple of years and when I did today, it only just fits. V depressing state of affairs. Am going swimming this week NO MATTER WHAT.</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-21T17:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T16:25:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T16:25:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh god. I've just been in Caffe Nero and the hotass girl was working again and she &lt;i&gt;smiled at me&lt;/i&gt;. Though maybe it was a 'why is this girl smiling at me like that? is she going to eat my liver?' kind of smile, rather than a 'i return your friendly smile because i would be open to your sexual advances'. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I would so get up the balls to ask her out &lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt; I go in there a lot, and I don't think I could handle the awkward when she inevitably says no. Also, it is my local coffee place and I don't want to have to walk three times as far to get to the next one just to avoid said inevitable awkwardness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cataphora:7826</id>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-16T13:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T12:36:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T12:36:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, god. The train is making me feel particularly ill today. This is probably because I wasn't feeling 100% when I got on board, but it's really not pleasant. I've also been trying to write and I don't imagine that looking at a screen is helping either, but either way I want to listen to music and seeing as I can't find my iPod it's got to be the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seen a guy doing a rather interesting maneouvre with a tractor. Hm. Quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have found the key to not going out of my mind when I'm at home, which is &lt;i&gt;don't have things hanging over you&lt;/i&gt;. Normally I think I have work I'm supposed to be doing, whereas this time I was able to spend several days playing on my playstation non-stop and completely guilt-free! Awesome stuff. The only trouble is that being at home makes it really hard to focus on writing, so I now have quite a lot to catch up on. Ah well. I like doing it, so that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet Helen later to buy swimming costumes and birthday presents. Kickass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS TRAIN OH MY GOD. I actually think I'm going to throw up.</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-10T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T18:27:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T18:27:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As I write this I'm sitting on a train and eating a profiterole dessert from Marks &amp; Specer in a decidedly suggestive fashion. I mean, I'm not licking it off my nipples or anything (or anyone else's), but you know. The suggestion. It is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a revision session earlier which was more or less useless. Perry and Helen kept making me giggle, and then I was sending Tanith into hysterics by rocking from side to side on the creaky seats and pretending to be a ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, this dessert. It tastes like heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha I just got to tell a complete stranger to shut up. I love getting on the train. I always get in the Quiet coach on Virgin trains, and you can just bet that at least one person will be using their phone even though they're not allowed to. So I take great delight in telling them to go away. Awesome stuff.</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-04-07T19:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T18:12:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T19:58:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There is the cutest couple sitting in front of me in the coffee shop and they're actually making me kind of nauseous with their overwhelming cute. Ugh it's like Jared/Sandy or something; SO sickeningly sweet that I want to claw out my eyes oh my god. They're sitting turned towards each other and they're reading but then they keep like nuzzling into one another and touching each other and OH MY GOD EVEN THEIR CLOTHES MATCH. THEY'RE ALL ... COLOUR COORDINATED. This is too much for me. I'm going to have to bail. Or at least sit on the other side of my table so I have my back to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLZ TAKE YOUR TRUE LOVE ELSEWHERE. NOBODY NEEDS TO SEE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank god, they're leaving. Driven away by a bunch of crazy foreign students. Students ftw, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl who works here that I have a MAJOR crush on. She's really tall and she has short, strawberry blonde hair and she's just HOT oh my god. I want her to like me but I fear I am not cool enough :(</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-03-13T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T22:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T22:59:33Z</updated>
    <category term="being tall has its perks"/>
    <lj:music>Jamiroquai - Canned Heat</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got my knickers caught on the bathroom door handle.</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-03-13T13:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T13:39:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T13:39:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Oh my god, some people around here are SO ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the Central Library to get an essay finished, because if i go to the University library I'll end up on the internet for three hours. I went around to the Literature section because they have some long tables where I usually sit and work, but someone was sitting opposite my normal seat. I went over and put my bag down, and when he gave me an odd look I said that I needed the plug socket. The man then mumbled something under his breath that sounds like 'piss off', so I looked at him for a moment, and then decided that my laptop battery was overrated: was no chance I was going to sit near this man, who honest to God looked like he might pull a letter opener out of his briefcase and start stabbing people at any moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went and sat at the next table. I could still see him, but he had his back to me, but he kept turning round, trying to see me. It was exremely unsettling. Maybe I just misheard him in the first place and he didn't actually tell me to go away, but either way he still looked like the sort of man who's been downtrodden all his life until one day he marches into his office, pulls out a gun, and starts offing people. He also kind of looked like a really ugly woman, which maybe had something to do with it? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short? People are crazy.</content>
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    <title>cataphora @ 2008-03-06T18:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T18:57:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T18:59:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I used the kitchen tonight for the first time in a week. The last time I went in there last Thursday it was clean, but by the time I got home on Sunday my flatmates had turned it into an utter shit tip. Hence why I've been avoiding it all week. So in order to avoid getting some awful illness, I had to clean the kitchen before I could cook in there tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involved cleaning all the surfaces, the cooker, the side of the fridge wtf, and doing a small mountain of washing up. The flatmate I most dislike wandered in TWICE whilst I was cleaning, and didn't even say hello to me, let alone 'thank you' or 'need some help?' despite the fact that most of what I washed up belongs to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they've stolen half my plates and most of my cutlery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a reckoning.</content>
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