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  <title>&quot;It could Have Been&quot;</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 18:27:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!</title>
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  <description>Just dropping by quickly before i go to work, HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 23:15:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Been Gone a Long Time</title>
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  <description>I guess time is valuable after all. I haven&apos;t had the time to come here on LJ so looking back a lot of my reaction is just shock because, WOW. So many new things. ANd I&apos;m so glad people are still posting fics, yay! I&apos;m excited for the Chlollie stills I seem to be seeing and really sickened/disappointed about all the Clois crap/spoilers that are happening but ehh...Smallvillr was never really one of my favorite shows anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty good for me. I still have my melancholy moments but I think that&apos;s to be expected when you&apos;re so far away from the place you were raised it but my job really entertains me. I&apos;m finally making friends, I don&apos;t EXACTLY look forward to it but I do like being there and when I have time talking to the friends I&apos;ve made so...I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the net though! LOL.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 19:35:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I come and Go I come and Go...</title>
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  <description>SOOO, something new has happened. It&apos;s awesome because it means I&apos;m getting out more. I&apos;ve got me a job. The only thing with that is that I&amp;nbsp;will be coming online even more scarcely than I already was. Therefore I&amp;nbsp;most likely won&apos;t be posting as many comments as I wish, nor will I&amp;nbsp;be reading many entries. But just wanted to let you guys know that I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t abandoned LJ. I&apos;m just gonna be hella busy from Monday to Saturday, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you Monica for the gift! *g*</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 22:35:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m not sure I&apos;ll be logging in over the weekend because there&apos;s a family reunion from my Dad&apos;s side and I&amp;nbsp;want to see my grandma so I most likely won&apos;t be here with my other grandparents. SOOOOO I&amp;nbsp;want to take this time to wish &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_pen37&apos; lj:user=&apos;pen37&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://pen37.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://pen37.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;pen37&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a happy early birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_88.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 19:51:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A rambled post</title>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;never actually talked about what I thought of the most waited movie of the year for me: Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Well, I am incredibly late with my personal review but better late then never. Maybe some of you share my thoughts and most likely everyone has already seen the movie so...&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so terribly dissappointed I could&apos;ve cried!&amp;nbsp;Don&apos;t get me wrong, I love the director&apos;s effects in the movie as well as the comedy. Love Ruptert Grint! But, WTF!! Where was Neville? And why not explain Tonks hair? And have her call Lupin honey, or was it sweety? I mean...dudes! And the rest of Voldemorts memories? The hell! I honestly felt like they sort of forced Harry and Ginny while in the book it seemed more comedic to me: Harry worrying that Ron would hate him, that he&apos;d lose his best friend. Plus he doesn&apos;t realize he&apos;s in love with Ginny since the beginning! Also, what was up with them always puting Harry and Hermione together without Ron in there like in the &amp;quot;end&amp;quot;? I&apos;ve always believed that though H/H are best friends it&apos;s always seemed like Harry and Ron come first. I really didn&apos;t get the burning of the Burrow scene, it was sad, sure, but...hu? Wasted film!! Could&apos;ve put another memory in there! I really &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; loved Tom Felton&apos;s acting here. LOVED Malfoy! Exactly how he should&apos;ve been, I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rewatch the movie if it weren&apos;t for him and for Rupert. The MOST dissappointing was the end. What happened to the funeral? And Scrimgeour? And Luna and Neville going to the fight in the castle, and Bill? Worst Harry Potter ending because they completely killed it! There were so many things missing for me that it&apos;s possibly my least favorite movie of all six so far. SO yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back into Chlark activities because it seems that it&apos;s all getting so scarce, it makes me sad. The Chlark section over at DFN is almost completely DEAD it&apos;s crazy. The only bad thing is I don&apos;t have the time or the system to log on like I used to. The good thing is that (hopefully) by the end of this year I will. I haven&apos;t watched Season 8 at ALL but for legion so though I&apos;d like to try to write something here and there, I feel I&amp;nbsp;may be off what with how the season went. Still, maybe I&apos;ll try- wrong or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first priority is honestly school and work. Things have changed and I need to independicize myself. Going to be 20 and GAH! It makes me feel nervewrecked. I know it&apos;s not a huge number but...jez. No more teens, just getting older it&apos;s crazy. Plus I feel like I still act like such a child. BUT time doesn&apos;t stop. Hope you all are well or getting by&amp;nbsp;(I&amp;nbsp;know how that is).</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 20:39:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SO I still exist</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been sooo long but yeah...Still here. Rarely now actually. Certain things happening that may be too personal to post but that have been really killing me lately. I haven&apos;t been in the best of moods and so I haven&apos;t really been in the fanon world. I actually miss it a lot however, it&apos;s been a while since I read a Chlark fic or a Chlex fic...even a Chlollie fic. Sanaa thankfully sent me some links to read some Roswell Candy stories that kept me entertained. Thank you for that! I try to go around to see what you guys are up to. ANyone went to this years Comic Con? I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t really seen any pics up, I wonder how it was. SOo just wanted to post something tiny to let ya guys know I&apos;m alive if you wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health is still pretty good, recently had to start taking other type of medication because I have high blood pressure but I think I kinda did that to myself. But beside that my health is still surely good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 20:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ffff&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900&quot;&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;Andi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff99cc&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ccffff&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sanadafaye.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;17&quot; alt=&quot;[info]&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sanadafaye.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanadafaye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_95.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_86.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_69.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on another note: Could you guys help me out? I&apos;ve been looking for some fics though not many specific ones. Anyone have any fics they could recommend in which Chloe goes evil for some time? I think Iliana was writing one that took place after &amp;quot;Cure&amp;quot; where Chloe loses her memory and almost sees Clark in a different way thanks to Lex. Anyway, can you guys hit me with a bunch of Chlex/Chlark recommendations, Please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d also like to see if any of you have any Maria/Michael fic recs from Roswell, I actually haven&apos;t really read any fics on them. I&apos;d like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately every single time I see the Harry Potter trailer I can&apos;t help but squeal. Am I a nerdy fan or what? Seriously, any announcement with Harry Potter in it and I stop whatever I&apos;m doing, watch it, and scream like the fan-girl I am. I can&apos;t wait for July 17th!&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 20:01:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m a bit late...</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to spend this time to say: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #339966&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_sanaazzy&apos; lj:user=&apos;sanaazzy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sanaazzy.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sanaazzy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanaazzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_79.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 18:52:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Birthday Wishes</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt; TO &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_h2osprincess&apos; lj:user=&apos;h2osprincess&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://h2osprincess.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://h2osprincess.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;h2osprincess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;!! I&amp;nbsp;miss your fics and I hope you have a blast on your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_40.gif&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img style=&quot;width: 70px; height: 56px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_23.gif&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_56.gif&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 16:38:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Because It&apos;s been a While</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;LJ&apos;s kind of a weird place where we do get these great glimpses into people&apos;s lives, but they tend to be very... shielded in some ways. Sometimes that&apos;s intentional, sometimes not, but I figure there&apos;s got to be stuff people want to ask each other. Something small (what&apos;s my favorite drink?) or something big (omg, are we related!?), go ahead and post a question about something you&apos;ve been dying to ask me. I&apos;ll try to answer it, but will explain why I can&apos;t or don&apos;t want to if I don&apos;t.&lt;/em&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 20:33:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A New Post</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Okay I feel slightly technologically challenged but it&apos;s possibly cause some spanish confuses me and so yeah...IDN. Just wanted to come to post and say &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Early Mother&apos;s Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to all the Mothers out there! Including my older sister who has a baby *g*. Also wanted to pimp a Chruce fic that just recently came out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5042313/1/Sin&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;www.fanfiction.net/s/5042313/1/Sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ccff&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ccff&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_excelaunt&apos; lj:user=&apos;excelaunt&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://excelaunt.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://excelaunt.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;excelaunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_156.gif&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_159.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:02:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Personal Update</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;So it&apos;s been a while since I&amp;nbsp;updated. Recently I&amp;nbsp;haven&apos;t exactly gone on as often as I&amp;nbsp;wish I could. I&apos;m not sure if any of you have heard of the influenza pandemic that is going on. Here in Mexico they say it&apos;s pretty bad, there are many cases in which people die so a lot of places are closing. I&amp;nbsp;hadn&apos;t been able to find a net cafe open until today and when I&amp;nbsp;went to my Uncle&apos;s house I&amp;nbsp;kind of spent it reading and catching up on things like with friends. Also I only went to his house for a day because this saturday was a sweet 15 of a cousin of mine so we were all pretty busy. I&apos;ve been having fun though I&apos;m a little worried with this pandemic. My health is better honestly. I&apos;m hoping that soon my Uncle will give me the &amp;quot;Go&amp;quot; I&apos;ve been waiting for for almost nine months now. Incredible no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to apologize for updating till now but mostly apologize to&lt;a href=&quot;http://tobywolf.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;17&quot; alt=&quot;[info]&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tobywolf.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tobywolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and&lt;a href=&quot;http://ladydreamer.livejournal.com/profile&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;17&quot; alt=&quot;[info]&quot; width=&quot;17&quot; style=&quot;border-right: 0px; padding-right: 1px; border-top: 0px; vertical-align: bottom; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px&quot; src=&quot;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ladydreamer.livejournal.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ladydreamer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Happy Birthday to both of you! More like belated birthdays, it sounds like you guys enjoyed it but I want to let you know I was thinking about you both.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_119.gif&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_138.gif&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_14.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 20:11:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Late B-Day gift</title>
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  <description>So this is something I had a while ago but my procrastination is legendary so it is getting posted today, hehe. This was written for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_simplytoopretty&apos; lj:user=&apos;simplytoopretty&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://simplytoopretty.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://simplytoopretty.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;simplytoopretty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; in dedication to her birthday so it&apos;s late but it&apos;s here! I want to thank Andi ( &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_sanadafaye&apos; lj:user=&apos;sanadafaye&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sanadafaye.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sanadafaye.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanadafaye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;for her great help and for betaing this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Hopelessly Devoted (has nothing to do with the episode &apos;Devoted&apos;)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers: None, takes place basically in Season 2 episode 1, offscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Chloe was in her living room putting a CD in her stereo. It was the end of all the crazy-ness that was Clark abandoning her at the Spring Formal, his dad going missing and Chloe telling him they should just be friends. Chloe felt crushed. She wanted to feel happy now that Mr. Kent was okay but her heart break was consuming her. Clark had just agreed, he hadn&apos;t even fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;A track began to play and Chloe closed her eyes, raising the volume all the way and letting the melody soothe into her. She began to sway and the song began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;Guess mine is not the first heart broken&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are not the first to cry&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not the first to know&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s just no getting over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;You know I&apos;m just a fool who&apos;s willing&lt;br /&gt;To sit around and wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;But, baby, can&apos;t you see&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s nothing else for me to do?&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m hopelessly devoted to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;As the second verse began Chloe sang along, unable to resist. She didn&apos;t hear the knocks on her door and the door being opened. She turned in her spot, opening her eyes and gasping when she saw Clark in the doorway, cutting the lyrics in her throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;But now there&apos;s nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;Since you pushed my love aside&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;He stared at her, unmoving and Chloe&apos;s heart accelerated. They both stood frozen for a bit then staring back at him her favorite part was here and she opened her mouth and sang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;My head is saying, &amp;quot;Fool, forget him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is saying, &amp;quot;Don&apos;t let go.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on till the end.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;And that&apos;s what I intend to do&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;hopelessly devoted to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;She saw Clark&apos;s eyes narrow slightly but he didn&apos;t move and Chloe sang louder, the song firing her passion and she&amp;nbsp;swayed along with the song until it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But now there&apos;s nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;Since you pushed my love aside&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Once it did Chloe broke the eye contact and went to turn off her stereo, her heart still hammering in her chest. She&apos;d sang to Clark. She&apos;d sang and meant the lyrics. What would he say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Uh...&amp;quot; Clark cleared his throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Chloe turned to face him and smiled weakly, &amp;quot;Hey Clark.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Chloe.&amp;quot; He smiled weakly back at her, &amp;quot;I didn&apos;t know you liked Olivia Newton-John.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Chloe raised her eyebrows, &amp;quot;And I didn&apos;t know you knew who sang that song.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh. Well...&amp;quot; Clark stuttered, coloring slightly, &amp;quot;My Mom likes her.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Right.&amp;quot; Chloe grinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt; shifted awkwardly from foot to foot still not moving from her doorway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Want to come in?&amp;quot; Chloe suggested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, no. Sorry. The door was open and I heard the song. Sorry.&amp;quot; Clark shook his head. Chloe noticed how he still shifted awkwardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #444433&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Um. Not that I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t appreciate your presence but what exactly are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh. I was driving by and I&amp;nbsp;thought to stop by to thank you again for helping me search for my Dad.&amp;quot; Clark smiled thankfully at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Of course Clark! I&apos;m honestly glad Mr. Kent is fine now.&amp;quot; Chloe smiled at him. Clark nodded, the uneasiness still apparent on his face despite his smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Clark.&amp;quot; She sighed, &amp;quot;It&apos;s just a song. Sorry I got all weird on you. Thing of the moment.&amp;quot; She lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; Clark cleared his throat again, &amp;quot;You sing well.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot; Chloe smiled lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt; nodded, &amp;quot;I should go.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Chloe kept her facial expression calm but she could feel tears start to build up. In fear that her voice might give her away she simply nodded at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt; smiled quickly at her as she approached to close her door and then he turned, walking slowly away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Chloe stared at his back and bit her lip slightly, feeling her shoulders drop. Clark stopped&amp;nbsp;momentarily and turned to face her again, &amp;quot;Just friends right Chloe?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Chloe looked into his eyes feeling shock but as she continued to look into his gorgeous orbs she nodded, forcing a grin on her face and grinning at him, &amp;quot;Of course Doofus.&amp;quot; Internally she felt her heart break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt; nodded and waved at her before turning to walk away again. Chloe frowned, letting her facade fall and feeling the tears build in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 14.4pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; color: #333333&quot;&gt;She closed the door and sniffled, making sure to lock the door. Feeling weak she let herself fall to the floor slowly. &amp;quot;Just friends.&amp;quot; She mumbled as she hugged her knees to herself and cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked it! Also, I may not log on tomorrow so I want to wish &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ivorykiss&apos; lj:user=&apos;ivorykiss&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ivorykiss.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ivorykiss.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ivorykiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; an early happy birthday! I wish you the best and hope you enjoy it majorly!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_10.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_127.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_131.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 01:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title>
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  <description>Happy Birthday to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_simplytoopretty&apos; lj:user=&apos;simplytoopretty&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://simplytoopretty.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://simplytoopretty.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;simplytoopretty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;!! I&amp;nbsp;have a little something written but it&apos;s getting betad so I&apos;ll post it when I get it. Best of wishes today though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_01.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.doobix.com/images/graphics/livejournal/happy-birthday/animated/happy-birthday_animated_104.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 22:25:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow Depression.</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t even watched Hex but the comments I&apos;m seeing everywhere do not give me any reasons to actually WANT to watch the episode. I actually came online today with the full intention of looking for the episode and watching it, just to see how it went. But looking around at the entries and seeing all the Chlarkers/Chloisers crushed has affected me. I haven&apos;t watched the stupid episode and I feel like shit. I feel like shit because everyone else is also feeling like shit. Did the writers seriously fuck with such a wonderful character like that? Did they fucking make&amp;nbsp;Clark act like a fucking dick to his best friend? WTF IS THAT?! I&apos;m partially pissed and mostly incredibly sad that they would do something like that. I&apos;m also scared that they may kill Chloe off. I have some Cloiser friends that have told me &amp;quot;Chloe is biting dust at the end of this season&amp;quot; and I&amp;nbsp;didn&apos;t believe it because as &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_ambergalaxy&apos; lj:user=&apos;ambergalaxy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ambergalaxy.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ambergalaxy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ambergalaxy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; had said, AM&apos;s contract included season 9. But what if they kill her off anyway? UGH!! I love what&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_rjchasez&apos; lj:user=&apos;rjchasez&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rjchasez.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rjchasez.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rjchasez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;posted, about how we&apos;re allowed to dream. How we were once allowed to and we should keep on dreaming. Still though...this sucks major suckage ass. If that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not a lot of fan fiction dies because of this. I think I seriously need fan fiction to keep the love up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Depression. Sucks.</description>
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  <lj:music>Nelly Furtado- On the Radio</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 21:18:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fools</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Well this is dedicated out to Firebunny ( &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_twistedlyn&apos; lj:user=&apos;twistedlyn&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://twistedlyn.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://twistedlyn.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;twistedlyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;). Not sure&amp;nbsp;if it&apos;s a one-shot or a drabble but well it&apos;s not a completely centered story. However, hope you like it! The title of this creation is Fools, hence the title of this entry...LOL. P.S. Some of this was taken from a drabble I wrote a bit ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes place around season 6, but doesn&apos;t necessarily have a complete scene from an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone knew it except, apparantly, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their gaze was one thing that gave it away. His gaze was always more restricted, more held back, but it was hard to find more expressive eyes than those of Chloe Sullivan. Another was&amp;nbsp;their too-long hugs and secret touches that were waved off with friendly smiles and powerful stares. Their embraces showed what everyone noticed. Their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who sat behind Chloe&apos;s desk always noticed how Chloe always seemed to know when he entered the office. Chloe would still momentarily whether she was rapidly typing a new article, whether she was sipping her coffee, or whether she was heading out to get a new lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too always seemed to find her no matter where she was. He&apos;d bring her her coffee and she always rewarded him with a hug and a huge smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman saw when Clark Kent would leave tiny presents on her desk, but Chloe never seemed to guess that he was the culprit. She&apos;d seen Clark Kent leave a rose for her one Valentine&apos;s Day only for Chloe to think&amp;nbsp;the photogr&amp;nbsp;Jimmy Olsen had left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman noticed when Clark Kent crushed his coffee pot when he&apos;d witnessed Chloe kissing her photographer boyfriend. And she&apos;d also noticed Chloe glare menacingly at a reporter, Melinda Grey, when she&apos;d almost dared to kiss Clark Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn&apos;t fathom how those two didn&apos;t get it on. She only figured that yep, they were fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools secretly in love with one another and without a clue.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 21:21:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY RJCHASEZ!!</title>
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  <description>Happy Birthday to you and I wish you the best! I&amp;nbsp;know you&apos;re sick and that sucks! I hope that you&apos;re able to feel at least a little better to party a little. I&amp;nbsp;wrote this fic a bit ago and thank you so much to Andi (&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_sanadafaye&apos; lj:user=&apos;sanadafaye&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sanadafaye.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://sanadafaye.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanadafaye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;) for betaing it!I hope you like it, &amp;nbsp;This is dedicated to you &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_rjchasez&apos; lj:user=&apos;rjchasez&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rjchasez.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://rjchasez.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;rjchasez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt;/lj&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/commentgraphics/GlitterC/bday10.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;Title: First&lt;br /&gt;Rated: G&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: None. This is AU!&lt;br /&gt;Kid!Chlark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Martha Kent was having a hard time keeping her son still. It was his first winter and she&apos;d wanted to take him tree shopping, but now that they were there she was regretting her decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d only been with the Kents for about six months and his vocabulary was limited so Martha was worried.&lt;br /&gt;But when she looked down at him and saw his gorgeous, big, blue eyes staring curiously at the trees and at the many families walking by, she cautiously pushed some of that worry away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Big!&amp;quot; Clark tugged his mom&apos;s hand, pulling her toward a tree that had caught his attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they neared the tree, Clark tugged away from Martha to touch the pine. Martha looked down lovingly at her son as he looked up at the tree, which was much bigger than him but not possibly bigger than her husband Jonathan. Remembering her husband she looked around quickly to see if he&apos;d spotted them since he&apos;d gone to park the car. Not seeing Jonathan in the crowds, she looked down to grab Clark&apos;s hand again when she saw Clark making his way passed the families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Clark! Clark no!&amp;quot; In a panic Martha rushed after her son who walked easily through the crowds. Thankfully, soon she reached him as he&apos;d stopped. Leaning down Martha hugged him tightly. &amp;quot;Don&apos;t do that again, Clark, please. Stay with me, okay? Take my hand.&amp;quot; Martha stood as she took his hand tightly in hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her panic died down she noticed there was sniffling near her. Clark then pointed to a girl not too far from them. She was tiny and perhaps around Clark&apos;s age. Her hair was a bright blonde and done in two cute pigtails that were slightly covered by a cute red hat. Clark tugged his mom&apos;s hand again and pointed to the tiny girl. Pulling Clark along with her Martha approached the girl who wiped her eyes staring blankly at a tree in front of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Honey, are you alright?&amp;quot; Martha asked the tiny girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiny girl looked up at Martha with shiny hazel eyes that were now puffy-red. When she locked eyes with Clark&apos;s mom, her eyes immediately became teary. &amp;quot;Oh honey.&amp;quot; Martha whispered. She leaned down and wiped a stray ear. &amp;quot;Are you alright? Are you hurt?&amp;quot; Martha asked softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl shook her head but didn&apos;t say anything. Martha looked at Clark who was staring curiously at the girl. Turning back to the girl Martha noticed her looking around. &amp;quot;Are your parents near here?&amp;quot; She asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl sniffled again and looked at Martha with a mild frown on her forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha was slightly startled when Clark stepped forward and took the girl&apos;s hand in his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You...aw-&amp;quot; Clark frowned slightly as he tried to get the words out, &amp;quot;Awgrite?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looked shyly at Clark. Her curious eyes examined his face and after a silent moment she spoke, &amp;quot;I can&apos;t find my mommy.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark looked to the side to his mom, his eyes questioning what to do. Martha smiled warmly at her son and caressed his cheek before taking the little girl&apos;s hand cautiously. &amp;quot;My name is Martha Kent and this is my son Clark. Did you get separated from your mommy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl&apos;s eyes were mildly guarded but she nodded slowly. Martha nodded with worried eyes, &amp;quot;Honey what&apos;s your name?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looked up proudly, &amp;quot;My name is Chloe Sullivan.&amp;quot; Martha smiled sweetly and stood taking Clark&apos;s hand as well as Chloe&apos;s. Looking around, she tried to find someone possibly searching in panic but she was unable to spot someone as such. Martha looked down, noticing Clark smiling broadly at Chloe as he pointed around at the trees and the white snow covering the ground. She found it relieving to see Chloe giggle slightly as Clark made a footprint and tried to make her copy&amp;nbsp;his moves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Sweetheart, do you remember where was the last time you saw your mommy?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe stopped paying attention to Clark for a second as she looked up at Martha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I fink it was this tree, but...&amp;quot; Chloe looked around with a crease on her tiny forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha nodded understanding. The trees for a kid could all look the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Don&apos;t worry, Chloe. Clark and I will help you look for your mommy.&amp;quot; Martha smiled warmly at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark took Chloe&apos;s hand again and squeezed slightly, &amp;quot;Find. Mommy.&amp;quot; He smiled at her. Chloe smiled slightly and then broke out into a brilliant, toothy grin, which for some reason rubberized Clark&apos;s cheeks a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha let go of Chloe&apos;s hand, as Clark had her hand in a fine grasp, and, only holding Clark&apos;s hand, Martha began walking forward with the intention of going to the entrance to see if anyone else would help her also. Making sure that Chloe was still with them Martha kept walking until she heard her name being called. Stopping, she looked around. As a couple passed by she spotted her husband Jonathan Kent calling for her on the far left from where she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, she turned and walked in Jonathan&apos;s direction with Clark and Chloe as Jonathan also made his way toward her. Finally they were next to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Martha, I&apos;ve been looking for you.&amp;quot; Jonathan smiled widely and met her with a kiss on the lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy!&amp;quot; Clark exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Been looking for you also, tiny.&amp;quot; Jonathan ruffled his son&apos;s hair and then noticed that Clark was holding on to a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;That&apos;s Chloe Sullivan. She got separated from her mom, Jonathan.&amp;quot; Martha grabbed his arm as she frowned worriedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan raised his eyebrows, &amp;quot;Sullivan?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Do you know something?&amp;quot; Martha asked her husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;The reason I took so long searching for you two is because there was a couple I found near the entrance when I came in who&apos;d lost sight of their daughter.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Really, Jonathan?&amp;quot; Martha asked, hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;They were just behind me before I spotted you.&amp;quot; Jonathan turned around searching for the couple. Martha smiled, looking down to see Chloe poke Clark&apos;s nose, giggling, and Clark letting Martha and Chloe&apos;s hand go as he leaned down, picked up some snow and dropped it atop Chloe&apos;s head. She laughed lightly when Chloe leaned down and picked up two handfuls of snow and did the same to Clark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark&amp;rsquo;s eyes sparkled with laughter and a tiny snow war began before the eyes of Martha as both children became enwrapped in a battle to see who could throw more snow at the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;There.&amp;quot; The voice of Jonathan Kent made Martha look up again. &amp;quot;Gabe! Moira! Over here!&amp;quot; Jonathan yelled out, outstretching his arms and waving them around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha saw a couple take notice of Jonathan and begin walking in their direction, she looked to see the children giggling and laughing as they continued to play in a circle. Chloe&apos;s cheeks were now rosy red and her eyes were no longer puffy-red but just a gorgeous, shiny, hazel. Like Clark, she was covered in snow from her hat to her winter boots and though she seemed a bit chilly, Clark didn&apos;t seem affected by the cold at all. When the couple reached them, Martha looked up to see a handsome man with brown hair and kind, worried, brown eyes. The woman next to him had shoulder length brunette hair and worried yet also troubled, green eyes, and she was very pretty though a bit pale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Gabe, I have great news for you. It seems your young daughter stumbled with my wife and my young son.&amp;quot; Jonathan smiled broadly at the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, whom Martha assumed was Moira, lowered her gaze and spotted Chloe who had yet to notice them as she was enwrapped in her game. Her eyes showed relief and she smiled but Martha noticed the troubled look was still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Honeybun!&amp;quot; Moira exclaimed, leaning down and opening he arms. Chloe stopped abruptly and turned, finally realizing who it was, Chloe exclaimed, &amp;quot;Mommy!&amp;quot; and rushed into Moira&apos;s arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank God you found her. We don&apos;t know how it happened. We were looking at one tree and the next thing we knew Chloe Bear wasn&apos;t with us anymore.&amp;quot; Gabe sighed, relieved and thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark approached his Mom, holding her leg, as he saw Chloe&apos;s parents hug her and kiss her cheeks and head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha and Jonathan smiled at the scene. Jonathan wrapped his arm around Martha&apos;s shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot; Moira smiled gratefully at the Kent&amp;rsquo;s as she let go of Chloe but took her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We should go now and just take any tree. The relief that our daughter is fine will be the best fuel for our Christmas.&amp;quot; Gabe grinned as he looked at a good-looking tree near them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Fank Yoo.&amp;quot; Chloe smiled up at Martha and then looked at Clark. Clark stepped forward and away from Martha. He approached Chloe and took her hand again. &amp;quot;Find. Mommy.&amp;quot; He grinned widely at her as he looked up at Moira and then looked at Chloe again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe broke out into another brilliant, toothy grin and then did something unexpected. She leaned forward and kissed Clark on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark let her hand go and headed back to his parents, with flaming red cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you again.&amp;quot; Moira smiled kindly at the Kent&amp;rsquo;s and picked Chloe up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It was great crossing paths. Happy Holidays.&amp;quot; Gabe shook hands with Jonathan as he nodded his good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha smiled as the Sullivan family walked toward the exit together, her smile got wider as Chloe turned in her mother&apos;s arms and waved good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Bye!&amp;quot; Clark exclaimed loudly as he mimicked Chloe&apos;s gesture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Alright Clark. Ready to pick out a tree?&amp;quot; Jonathan asked his son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark turned toward his Dad and nodded enthusiastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha took one of Clark&apos;s hands and Jonathan grabbed the other as the Kent&amp;rsquo;s headed to pick their tree as a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they headed forward, Clark turned back to get a last glimpse at the girl who&apos;d kissed his cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I&amp;nbsp;most likely won&apos;t log on tomorrow so &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Happy early Birthday to Firebunny(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_twistedlyn&apos; lj:user=&apos;twistedlyn&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://twistedlyn.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://twistedlyn.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;twistedlyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;)! I&apos;ll try to see if the inspiration kicks in and try to write some more before I&amp;nbsp;log on next time, sorry I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t have a bigger present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/commentgraphics/Birthday/cb4dc756b322d82.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/commentgraphics/Birthday/6bf00aa0329b8c8.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Nickelback- How you Remind Me</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 21:10:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Update</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s been a while since I&apos;ve posted something. Though I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t really have much to say I decided that I&amp;nbsp;needed an entry, even if it was to be short. I want to rec some fics but I&amp;nbsp;think I&apos;m going to wait until I&apos;m at my Uncle&apos;s house to have time to go crazy looking for the links. I think most of the things I&apos;m going to rec are going to be Chlex fics because comedy has been in my mind and Chlex has sort of a good spot on that. That and some of the Chlark fics I started reading are sort of uncontinued...But yeah. Nothing much new with me. Everything seems the same though I&apos;m kind of tired of having no life.So this week I started to go to like a workout class but it&apos;s mixed with dance. It&apos;s actually pretty fun it has a lot of variety and it keeps me entertained for an hour. The bad thing is that it&apos;s at night and at night I&amp;nbsp;actually &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; some things to do so I&amp;nbsp;kind of wish it were in the afternoon since that&apos;s when I&apos;m mostly bored. BUT it&apos;s something and I&apos;m grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really much else to post, so lots of love to everyone!!</description>
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  <lj:music>Love is Wicked- Brick and Lrace</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Love is Wicked- Brick and Lrace</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 21:53:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Been hit by a Bug!</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys this is yet another fan fic post. This was actually written before the one I&amp;nbsp;just posted yesterday. It was written for Monica as a sort of late birthday present but also something that could hopefully cheer her up due to her heart problems. She gave the fic the title ;) It also probably has typos and so feel free to correct them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sick Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Chlois, Future!AU, One-shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;arial, helvetica, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot; Clark asked as he walked back into the room.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What does it look like big genius?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Lois the Doctor said-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;The Doctor isn&apos;t here. And I feel &lt;strong&gt;Great&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;quot; Lois smiled brightly in his direction and then a second later sneezed roughly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Clark rolled his eyes and passed her &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;tissue paper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Honestly Lois, Perry isn&apos;t going to let you stay in the office like this. He&apos;ll-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Perry won&apos;t see me. There&apos;s a major story I have on the Mayor. I&apos;m on my way to an interview.&amp;quot; Lois zipped her skirt and sniffled, grabbing another tissue paper to blow her nose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Lois...&amp;quot; Clark sighed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;He watched as the petite figure went around the bed looking for her shoes, onle he seemed to remember that she&apos;d left them in the living room. He smiled when he saw her lift her messy&amp;nbsp;head from under the bed. Although he wouldn&apos;t personally tell her, especially not in this state, Lois looked like hell. Her normally fine, light brown hair was messy and sticking out in different directions, her nose was turning red due to her sniffles, her hazel eyes were watery and missing their dark contacts and her cheeks were unnaturally rosy due to her fever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;The petite figure in front of him huffed in frustration and weakly got up, breathing slightly heavy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Clark,&amp;quot; she whined at him, &amp;quot;have you seen my shoes?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;The Doctor ordered &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt;. I&apos;m going to get you water.&amp;quot; Clark disappeared and was back in only two seconds with a glass of water in one hand and two pills in the other.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I demand you tell me where my shoes are &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed&quot;&gt;Clark Kent&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;quot; Lois half glared at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You&apos;re starting to shake, here take your medicine.&amp;quot; Clark went over to her and handed her the pills.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;These will make me sleepy.&amp;quot; Lois frowned down at them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;They&apos;ll help you get better. Take them.&amp;quot; Clark grabbed her small hand and began to push it gently toward her lips.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I know what you&apos;re trying to do Kent.&amp;quot; Lois mumbled but didn&apos;t fight against swallowing the pills.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Here.&amp;quot; Clark gave her the glass of water and helped her drink it. When she was done he took the glass and set it atop their bureau. Then, gently, he took hold of her arms and pushed her down to sit on the bed. Once she was sitting he gently pushed her back but was met with resistance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to sleep on a story Clark.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I think we both know you&apos;re in no condition to go hunting for a story.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I am &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;. Look the medicine is doing its job, I feel its amazing effects already.&amp;quot; She rolled her eyes and tried to push his large hands away so she could stand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You&apos;re fine...So Lois, all you&apos;re missing are your shoes right? Then you&apos;re going to meet the Mayor?&amp;quot; Clark asked her with both eyebrows raised.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Of course! I&apos;m glad you understand. Now-&amp;quot; She tried to stand again but Clark kept his hands firmly on her shoulders.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Lois-Chloe. You&apos;re missing your contacts, your hair is a mess, you&apos;re missing a stocking, and the blouse you&apos;re wearing is the same one as yesterdays.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Lois frowned slightly and looked down at her blouse and then legs. She smirked weakly, &amp;quot;Hey whadayaknow?&amp;quot; She started to giggle but her giggles soon turned into coughs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Clark sighed and shook his head. &amp;quot;You will not argue with me. You could easily blow your cover in this state &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed&quot;&gt;Chloe Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Chloe groaned. &amp;quot;My name is Lois Lane Kent and I will not let you manhandle me. And I will not miss this story.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Clark rolled his eyes and pushed against her shoulders, this time there was no resistance and he was able to lie her back on the bed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Lois closed her eyes and sniffled. Clark set the tissues next to her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I have to go in to the &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;Daily Planet&lt;/span&gt;. There&apos;s a story I was suppossed to hand in yesterday so Perry will probably have my head.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Lois smiled weakly, &amp;quot;Why does that not surprise me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Promise me you&apos;ll stay in bed Lois. Promise me or I&apos;ll call your cousin to come babysit you.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Lois groaned, &amp;quot;But the Mayor-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No Lois.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Who gets sick in the summer?&amp;quot; Lois rolled her eyes and looked up sadly at him, pouting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You wouldn&apos;t have if you would&apos;ve-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Shut it farmboy.&amp;quot; Lois glared at him and crossed her arms. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;garamond, new york, times, serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot;&gt;Clark laughed softly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;It was a great story, it just happened to be fucking raining and I had to get it written that same night. You&apos;re lucky you&apos;re immune Kent.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clark looked thoughtfully at her for a minute. Then with a smile he stated, &amp;quot;I&apos;ll call in sick.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lois frowned up at him. &amp;quot;You&apos;ve never called in sick.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clark shrugged and began to take off her skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lois raised her eyebrows with a wide suggestive grin at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clark laughed out loud. &amp;quot;I have to get you into more comfortable clothes Lois. Your fever may be breaking later and you&apos;ll get all sweaty.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lois pouted. Soon, however, Clark was done putting her in PJ shorts and a tanktop. He grabbed the covers and covered her with them. &amp;quot;I&apos;ll be back.&amp;quot; Clark kissed her forehead and supersped out of the room. Feeling the breeze, Lois shivered and snuggled deeper into the covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;not;&amp;deg;&amp;not;&amp;deg;&amp;not;&amp;deg;&amp;not;&amp;deg;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Clark walked back into the bedroom he saw a large ball in the middle of the bed. Taking off his shoes, tie, dress shirt and &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot;&gt;dress pants&lt;/span&gt; he went over to the bed and pulled the covers off. Therein, he saw &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; border-bottom: #0066cc 1px dashed&quot;&gt;Lois Lane&lt;/span&gt; in fetal position with tissues all around her. He couldn&apos;t help but smile at the beautiful scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He carefully leaned over and picked her up. She shivered slightly and grabbed on to his neck with both arms, snuggling her face into his neck. Clark went over to the left side of their bed and gently set her down again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Whatcha doing?&amp;quot; Lois asked&amp;nbsp;sleepily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clark smiled down at her. &amp;quot;Cleaning.&amp;quot; He stated simply and quickly, as quick as only he could, he had the rest of the bed clean and two new boxes of tissues next to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You&apos;re amazing.&amp;quot; Lois grinned brightly at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Doctor Kent is in.&amp;quot; Clark grinned at her and went in beside her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lois moved over some to give him more room and then she cuddled in with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You feel less warm. I think you&apos;re getting better already.&amp;quot; He grinned down at the top of her head and kissed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;With a Doctor like you, how can I not?&amp;quot; She mumbled against his chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;So it&apos;s me that makes you feel better hu?&amp;quot; Clark caressed her back sensually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Claark!&amp;quot; Lois whined, &amp;quot;I&apos;m sick.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;But I&apos;ll help you feel better.&amp;quot; He pushed her up and began to nibble on her ear lobe, then leaning his head lower he began to kiss her neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lois giggled. &amp;quot;I&apos;m sick Clark.&amp;quot; She leaned her head back to give him more room and then shivered slightly when he pressed his cold hands under her tanktop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, but I&apos;m immune remember?&amp;quot; He grinned against her neck and then leaned up to clasp her lips with his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;MMM. This is the best medicine&amp;quot; Lois mumbled against his lips then squealed when he put her under him and threw the covers over them both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:26:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A fan fic post</title>
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  <description>This came to me yesterday while I was feeling a bit low and I&amp;nbsp;was listening to the song &amp;quot;Everything Changes&amp;quot; by Staind. I was thinking that perhaps I&amp;nbsp;could do something like Elly where she takes lyrics and places them in her stories but it wasn&apos;t until it was fully written that I&amp;nbsp;realized the song doesn&apos;t really fit into the story. This is something new and though I was going to ask for a beta I decided I would just post it. It probably has a lot of grammatical errors, not sure about spelling ones but I&apos;m completely open to suggestions, comments, corrections, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chlollie future AU, Chlark angst&lt;br /&gt;Clark POV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was happy. He could see it in her smile, but more importantly in her eyes. The way she directed her gaze and him and only him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the couple, still captivated by her radiant beauty in the creamy-white dress, and gently touched her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time she would&apos;ve felt his presence and would&apos;ve turned to him before he was next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he felt she was far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gaze and smile changed their course but he could see the difference when she smiled at him and when she smiled at &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Could I&amp;nbsp;have this dance?&amp;quot; He asked not only looking at her but also looking at her partner, her now husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes connected and after exchanging reassuring smiles, she was pulling him with her to the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&apos;d been married once before, where he had been the one to give her away. This time, he was glad he hadn&apos;t been the one chosen to give her away, he wasn&apos;t sure he could&apos;ve done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;d shared only two dances before this. Spring Formal and her last wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn&apos;t even know what song they were dancing to, he just wanted to hold her like he was and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that this was their wedding, that this wasn&apos;t their last dance, that she still loved him like she had so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why so quiet?&amp;quot; She asks against his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Just thinking.&amp;quot; He answers, firmly aware that one of his arms is pressing her close, wanting to caress her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;About?&amp;quot; She hasn&apos;t moved and he wonders if she&apos;s stayed in this position for him. Head on his shoulder, hand hugging his wait while he has the other tightly grasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&apos;m glad you&apos;re happy. I never saw you this happy with Jimmy.? &apos;Or with me&apos; he thinks internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can feel her smile against him. &amp;quot;I feel like I&amp;nbsp;could fly.&amp;quot; He hears her giggle and he hopes she can&apos;t feel how his heart speeds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I guess we&apos;re both that happy, right Clark? You with Lois, Me with Ollie.&amp;quot; This time he feels her pushing away . He doesn&apos;t want to lether go. Not Yet. But he does and now there&apos;s distance between them. They&apos;re still dancing and she&apos;s looking up at him. Shiny eyes and tender smile. It breaks his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still staring at her he realizes she&apos;s probably expecting an answer. But he doesn&apos;t want to lie. However, he knows he can&apos;t tell her the truth and so he nods and tries to smile for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must&apos;ve worked because she grins brilliantly and moves in to put her head on his shoulder again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he realizes what song is playing. Everything by Lifehouse and it&apos;s almost over. The song is so perfect, it kills him. He holds her tighter. And then the song is over and he has to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well Clark, I&amp;nbsp;think it&apos;s time for me to dance with my wife again.&amp;quot; Now, Oliver is there with the widest smile he&apos;s ever seen on him and his hand outstretched toward his wife. It makes Clark want to punch him. But Chloe has already taken his hand and move away into his arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark forces a smile and walks away to get a drink wishing he were the one in Oliver&apos;s shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;d been a fool, placing his affection toward Lois knowing she was only a cheap copy of the real woman he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not it was too late. So he stands there, holding back tears, watching the woman of his dreams happy in the arms of another. And he tries to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Comments are welcome! There&apos;s also something that popped into my head yesterday. This song, actually mostly these specific lyrics made me think about Chloe and possibly how she could feel toward Clark in the Chlark relationship sometimes. Hell maybe it also fits Clana in Clark&apos;s POV, but yeah I hope you guys check it out. It&apos;s an oldie but a song I&amp;nbsp;like. Also, I was trying to get inspired with these lyrics and songs to write another fic...it hasn&apos;t happened yet so if any of you are inspired and want to pick it up- I would love to read what you guys can do!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;See when I get the strength to leave you&apos;re/ always telling me that you need me/ And I&apos;m weak &apos;cause I&amp;nbsp;believe you/ And I&apos;m mad because I&amp;nbsp;love you/ So I stop and think that maybe/ You can learn to appreciate me/ Then it all remains the same that/ You ain&apos;t ever gonna change.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;11&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Toby I&apos;m not sure which SV comm you would like me to post this in but if you could let me know which one and you think that this could go there then I will post it there.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 02:04:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The bad. The good. The Life.</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Ana wants to talk in third person only because she&apos;s been watching many series in which the characters talk in third person and it made her curious about how it would be to write like that for a bit. Yep. Insane. Ana is feeling better but she doesn&apos;t think that&apos;s news because she thinks she&apos;s said that in the past posts. There is a probable chance that Ana might not be going back to her family by March but she is not upset. Nope. She&apos;s resigned on time. She is willing to stay here longer so long as she does not miss another school year and she&apos;s made sure her parents and her Doctor Uncle know that. Ana does not want to die, but Ana does not want to stop studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Girly stuff under cut&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid3&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Girly things behind cut&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid4&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Girly stuff under cut&quot;&gt;Okay first person: when I&amp;nbsp;first got here my period was still uncontrolled. My Uncle gave me the medicine I&amp;nbsp;was suppossed to take and I&amp;nbsp;did. After that first month that I&amp;nbsp;took them my period started to regulate. And it lasted for the 5 days he said it was suppossed to. Now because it was a trial the deal was that after the first three months on the medication, I would go on three months without it to see if my body would regulate itself naturally without the medicine. That was a failure. I was only one month without the medication and I&amp;nbsp;had to go back on it. I was upset and sad because I&amp;nbsp;hate having heavy and long lasting periods. It&apos;s embarrassing as well as incredibly uncomfortable. Now I&apos;ve been two months with the medicine. The thing about it is that whenever I&amp;nbsp;finish one pack I&amp;nbsp;had to wait a week before starting it again. I&apos;ve been doing that but something is wrong. My period is coming too early and it&apos;s lasting either seven days or more again. I told my Uncle and his answer was that my body can no longer go without the medication. While that is depressing I&apos;m looking at the upside. At least I&apos;ll be regular when I&apos;m on the medicine. However in another month I&amp;nbsp;have to see what happens. I don&apos;t think there will be that week interval anymore, so it may be medication for life. A&amp;nbsp;part of me is weirded out by that but another part of me just wants to go on without not wanting to either sit, get up, or do anything as well as having to change too many times a day. So if that&apos;s the solution, I&apos;m taking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid5&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ana hopes that by March everything Hill be at least somewhat normal, but if not the longest she is willing to wait is till June. But sometimes life does not cooperate. *le sigh* On other terms, Ana loved the new Supernatural episode, she slways loves watching the Winchester doing their thing! Although this time Dean makes her sad. Ana is curious about the Smallville episode mostly because in the previews her favorite actress of the show, Allison Mack, looks amazing. However the Clois pimpage is making her sick and annoying her to death. Ana misses all the many Chlark passion there used to be and she hates that the writers are trying to ruin an amazing character. Though Ana is sure Allison Mack did an amazing job in Legion she is also sure the writers will do something to make Chloe look bad and Lois look iconic, which makes her want to kill the writers and replace them with others. Ana misses the old Chlark spirit, though she still has it strong in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;ANA WISHES MONICA A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;She&apos;s&amp;nbsp;really sorry to hear you had&amp;nbsp;to go on heart medication because of your arrythmia but she honestly wishes you the best and hopes that you had an amazing&amp;nbsp;day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;Wow that was a weird post...oh well always rocks doing something new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 00:07:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Back with Life!</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;Hey people! I hope you all had wonderful New Years and now I&apos;m sure almost everyone is probably crazy busy or just crazy getting it on with the new year! Hmm to say the least my New Year&apos;s was not as eventful nor as good as my Christmas times but it was still pretty cool and enjoyable. My health is better but still not at its 100%. I can&apos;t wait for the moment when I&apos;ll say that it is at 100%, however according to my Uncle that&apos;s still for time to come. Man sometimes I&amp;nbsp;think that time flies by but with things like this...it makes time go slower. Or sometimes it makes me feel like I don&apos;t have enough time. By March I&apos;m hoping that I will be mostly 100% but for that right now in order for that to happen.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have to make double the effort. I&apos;m willing to do it because I want to have a somewhat normal teenage life. Well in&amp;nbsp;a month I&apos;ll be 19 so it&apos;s my last teen year. I would like to enjoy it, therefore double efforts-here I come! Yeah! So I&apos;m hoping you all are great, hope everyone is good, best wishes all around!&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 21:37:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BREAKTHROUGH!..Maybe?</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;HELLO ALL! I&amp;nbsp;know it seems like I&apos;ve left the world forever but tis not true! I&apos;ve barely gone on Livejournal I do admit, but it is also because &lt;strong&gt;Monica&lt;/strong&gt; was awesome to send me a HUGE file of fanfiction that I&apos;m slowly going through which is AMAZING! That and the fact that I&amp;nbsp;never have a lot of new things to say...but now I&amp;nbsp;have THE news. WOOT!! Okay so recently I&amp;nbsp;thought everything was crashing down and going back because the thing that I had to do was basically take medication for three months (because I&amp;nbsp;have hormonal imbalance) and then try to go on three months without the medication to see how that worked. Sadly when it was my first month without the medication, everything went to crap. The symptoms came back again and so my mom has informed me that my Uncle&apos;s told her what is the deal. Apparantly my stay will still amount to about only six months, WOOT! But for now I&amp;nbsp;have to take the medication for life or until I decide to have a baby, and well that&apos;s really not in my plans so that&apos;s how things are. My anemia seems to be better also but sometime in the future we&apos;re also going to go do bloodwork to see that I&apos;ve finally rid of it. So are things good? &lt;strong&gt;YEP.&lt;/strong&gt; They&apos;re not great but we can&apos;t ask for everything *g*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are doing fine, the holidays are approaching, I still try to check out all of your entries even if I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t comment by. It seems like &lt;strong&gt;Merlin&lt;/strong&gt; is really making it big out there *wink*, well I&apos;m glad there are things to discuss. BEST OF WISHES TO EVERYONE! And by the holidays I&amp;nbsp;do think I&apos;ll be going to everyone&apos;s journals to send my comments. WOOT!</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 21:28:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HEY GUYS!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Well health health. What can I&amp;nbsp;say? I deff. feel like I&apos;m getting better though I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t say that I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t have disappointments sometimes like when the PMS comes early and trials have to begin all over again...*sigh*. Who knew being healthy could take so much work? LOL. BUT what I&apos;m suffering most from deffinitely has to be fanfictions. WHAT!? I&apos;ve been meaning to write an entry that asks you guys for help. I can no longer necessarily spend hours on end just going through the many sites I&amp;nbsp;loved and reading all the new stories cause now my time is incredibly limited, sadly. &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; I was hoping, can any of you guys, maybe many of you guys volunteer to send me links? I&apos;m looking more centering Chlark since what I&apos;ve been hearing...well SV isn&apos;t exactly at its best with them. Also over here in Mexico they&apos;re repeating season one...well now they&apos;re on season two therefore I have to say I&amp;nbsp;miss&amp;nbsp;a lot of the old fanfics. Anyone out there ever write or read a fic where Clark doesn&apos;t leave Chloe in tempest? I&apos;d love to read a series like that or something. Anyone ever write long stories from the early season one season two times where they work together and Clark actually realizes that Lana is not th only one that exists? I mean seriously. Also how about some early Chlex? &lt;strong&gt;Anyone out there who wrote early Chlex where if Clark doesn&apos;t realize how amazing Chloe is, at least he does?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please I&apos;m asking honestly can you all just send me massive links. Like how ever many you can find, some I&amp;nbsp;might have read already cause for the past year I do admit I read a lot. Oh yeah, I&apos;m obsessed *g*. I&apos;d love early Clark, or mostly just Clark really having to fight for Chloe because honestly I&amp;nbsp;look back at these seasons and now and how jeez all Clark does is &lt;em&gt;drool&lt;/em&gt; for Lana and that is just so exhausting *heavy sigh*. I think Clark needs to fight hard for Chloe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SO PLEASE IF YOU GUYS CAN, INVADE ME WITH LINKs!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;That way at least when I&amp;nbsp;log on I&amp;nbsp;can try to pick out a link and just read at least a fanfic or two.&amp;nbsp;It&apos;s deff. going to take me more time to read but I still love it and I dearly miss it. I&amp;nbsp;know it sounds like I&apos;m lazy and I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t want to go out looking but honestly that takes up a lot of my time and since my time it&apos;s limited...well I&apos;m asking for help. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS GUYS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:48:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Meme!! WOOT!</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;So all is better, all is well.&amp;nbsp;Well...except the fact that I&apos;m sick BUT it&apos;s just a cold so I&amp;nbsp;hope that I&amp;nbsp;can get better soon anyway. Back home after chilling with the cousins for a while, yep all cool. SOOO I&amp;nbsp;was tagged by &lt;strong&gt;Nancy&lt;/strong&gt; so here is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also here are the rules:&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;Strike out anything that doesn&apos;t apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;Bold (or italicize) the five-ten that best apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people from your friends list. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. &lt;strike&gt;Sexy&lt;/strike&gt;. Temperamental. &lt;strike&gt;Quiet&lt;/strike&gt;, shy and humble. &lt;em&gt;Honest&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;Determined to reach goals&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Loves freedom&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;Rebellious when restricted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Loves aggressiveness&lt;/strong&gt;. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily &lt;strike&gt;but does not show it&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Loves making friends &lt;/strong&gt;but rarely shows it. Daring and &lt;em&gt;stubborn&lt;/em&gt;. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;Spendthrift.&lt;/strike&gt; Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people&apos;s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people&apos;s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people&apos;s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people&apos;s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn&apos;t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: &lt;strong&gt;Gen, Dawn &amp;amp; Kalista ^.^&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
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