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  <title>A velleity abhorred</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 07:23:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;background:#fff; text-align:center; padding:8px 32px;margin:0px 10%;border:8px #acc solid;color:#000&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-size:1.6em;font-family:impact,verdana,arial; margin:16px; color:#000&quot;&gt;It is too late, my splooge is in your veins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php?word=splooge&amp;amp;ans=135&quot; style=&quot;color:#077&quot;&gt;Which movie was this quote from?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/movie.php&quot; method=&quot;get&quot;&gt;Get your own quotes: &lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;word&quot; size=&quot;10&quot;&gt; &lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Generate&quot; class=&quot;button&quot;&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha, splooge, hahaha</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 17:06:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>will you be cute with me?</title>
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  <description>FUCKING LEE. i&apos;m updating. happy, bitch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so it&apos;s the third day of classes and everything is going okay. i&apos;m changing my major so i&apos;m meeting with the adviser person tomorrow to change some of my classes. so far i&apos;m just changing my math. i like all of my classes and i think i need all of them to do graphic design...so maybe i can change math to an art class or something. i don&apos;t mind if i have to have a class on friday, because that&apos;s only going to be one class. and if it is on friday hopefully i can have it in the morning. i wouldn&apos;t go home (if i did go home on the weekend) until after 4 probably, because my mom doesn&apos;t get out of school til 3 and michael doesn&apos;t wake up that early...so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday i&apos;m going to a GLAD meeting (GLAD being and gay and lesbian meeting...i have no idea what the AD stands for) but i&apos;m really excited. i hope i meet some people there. i&apos;ve only been hanging out with my roommates and some of their friends. i mean my roommates are cool and all, i just want to meet more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve been talking to richard a lot lately and that makes me very happy in the pants. i&apos;m totally going to have to go visit him soon. too bad i don&apos;t have the money to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i&apos;ve been talking to michael too, that makes me mucho mucho happy. i heart him, even though he is a douchenerd. &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah....updated. fucking lee is a cunt.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 02:10:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>are you the candy man?</title>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;georgia&quot; size=&quot;-4&quot;&gt;so.....i like michael again. he has been really nice lately, so that&apos;s good. it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m taking my fridge to the dorm tomorrow with thomas, then i need to clean the heck out of my room and bathroom. then i&apos;ll be ready to leave on friday. exciting. :D&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 07:14:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>isn&apos;t she lovely?</title>
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  <description>okay, so i have found the person i am going to marry and her name is Kayleigh Kowalewski [yes, she is so important that i went against my boycotting of capital letters. audible gasp]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;15&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i soooooooooo want to dooooooo her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d97/warped_alibi/kayleigh.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayleigh, will you give me your sex? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (1:59:33 AM): hahah seriously......that picture.&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (1:59:35 AM): wow.&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (1:59:39 AM): i&apos;m horny.&lt;br /&gt;godsavethemanics (1:59:56 AM): Uhm. Hello. Lookit yourself in a mirror!&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (2:00:09 AM): i&apos;d rather look at you&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (2:00:14 AM): ooooh, damn i&apos;m smooth&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (2:00:15 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;godsavethemanics (2:00:30 AM): Haha. I&apos;m glad we have such mutual hotness.&lt;br /&gt;godsavethemanics (2:00:32 AM): It&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;godsavethemanics (2:00:32 AM): ..&lt;br /&gt;godsavethemanics (2:00:34 AM): Hot.&lt;br /&gt;warped alibi (2:00:47 AM): it totally is.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 20:04:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>she&apos;s standing next to you, don&apos;t you see her?</title>
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  <description>so, i&apos;m all moved in. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael came with me to move stuff in, which was nice. that made me really happy. he was sick and still came, but i don&apos;t think he wanted to. :[ he made me really upset before we left but he came and that&apos;s all that matters. it really made me happy. i don&apos;t think he knows how much that ment to me. i wish we didn&apos;t have arguments, but it seems like we have them a lot. i feel like it&apos;s my fault. i don&apos;t want to make him upset, or make him feel like he doesn&apos;t have any space....i just like him a lot and want to spend time with him. i&apos;m not used to being alone. i&apos;d rather be with people. but i&apos;ve got to get used to him wanted space. i&apos;m hoping it will get better when i&apos;m in college. i really don&apos;t want to break up with him, but i really don&apos;t like being sad all the time. so i hope it will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back really hurts, and i can&apos;t pop it. it&apos;s real freaking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well, i&apos;m going to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. it&apos;s my sister&apos;s birthday and she turned 21. how exciting! we are going to dave and busters and i&apos;m totally going to play ddr and shoot people. okay....i leave now. goodbye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Aug 2006 20:05:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i got to talk to some kickass people last night. i forgot how much i missed my online friends. i loves them good. i talked to one of them for like 3 hours and laughed so hard i cried....and pee&apos;d a little. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i&apos;m all packed and now i just wait til tomorrow.....jeez. tomorrow. i can&apos;t BELIEVE IT! ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael better get home soon. i want a hug.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 08:08:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>even after douching.</title>
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  <description>okay. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so today....i did laundry and talked to lee on the phone [yay lee. i &amp;lt;3 lee.]then went to go &quot;search for jobs&quot; with lauren. i put that in quotation marks because that is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; what we did. we stopped and got gas [because i reeeeeally needed some, but only had the money for a little bit. damn the man for making gas prices so high.] then got a slurpee [those are crack to meeeee]then went to go see xmen 3 at the dollar theater. i heart the dollar theater. it&apos;s the best thing evar! &lt;b&gt;eeeehhhh-vvvvaaaaaarrrrr&lt;/b&gt; came back home because got a call &amp;&amp; text from my mother saying i needed to come home &lt;b&gt;right away!!!!&lt;/b&gt; and freaked me out, got me all worried thinking i did something wrong. [whoa, holy crap my finger just twitched....a lot. weird.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i got home and it turned out that she just wanted me to clean up my mess from lunch....which was one bowl. &lt;b&gt;audible gasp&lt;/b&gt; how horrible of me to leave it in the sink when i could have washed it and put it up. i&apos;m such a horrible person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;anyway&lt;/b&gt; i then proceeded to michaels house and took the new road [coit, it&apos;s not new it&apos;s just now connected to el dorado...michaels street] and we were going to go see strangers with candy [which i want to see that super bad. he doesn&apos;t but he said he would just get really high before going to see it....i don&apos;t care as long as we see it XD i&apos;m a bad person] but then he got hungry so we waited for the pizza guy to come and he took his sweet little time eating and we missed the movie. i&apos;m okay with that because i didn&apos;t really want to go see a movie anyways. i just wanted to spend time with him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;side note...i thought about breaking up with him today [not actually breaking up with him today, but i just thought about it today] but i&apos;m thinking against it now. i really like him and don&apos;t want to lose him but i&apos;ve been getting upset a lot lately because of him. i&apos;m thinking when i go off to college things will get better. he can have his space and i&apos;ll be too busy with school and stuff to really mind. now i just sit around waiting to hang out with him, god i&apos;m pathetic. but hopefully it will get better when i&apos;m in school. hopefully. if not we will deal with that when the time comes. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anywho. we hung out and i had a lot of fun, like i always do [unlike last night where he slept for freaking 3+ hours. grr] and now i am home. fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;talking about last night....he came over and we went swimming, but i was swimming a while before he came over because he took his sweet time getting over to my house. now i&apos;ve got a sunburn on my chest. haha it&apos;s crazy cool. it doesn&apos;t hurt but it itches like hell. and because of the bathing suit i have two red triangles and a diamond in the middle of the two trianges.....it&apos;s kind of hard to explain but i kind of like it. i&apos;d like it more if it weren&apos;t so &lt;b&gt;damned&lt;/b&gt; itchey. stupid itchiness. [itchiness.....itchyness.....something like that]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; anyway, i made some peach tea...so im going to drink some then go to bed. goodnight.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Aug 2006 18:37:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so i just sorted out all my clothes and i have a freakishly huge amount of underwear and socks. i guess what i do is just buy new underwear instead of wash the ones i have. haha because i mean like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHOA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; i have a &lt;b&gt;LOT&lt;/b&gt; of underwear! my load of underwear is larger then two of my other loads put together. and it&apos;s not like that&apos;s all of my underwear. i still have a lot left that are clean. haha weird.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i love when my clothes are clean. like right after they come out of the dryer. and are hot and have my fabric softner smell on them. mmmm, nice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now that i have posted about my underwear.....i&apos;m going to go.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Aug 2006 17:51:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so i can&apos;t believe it. THIS sunday i&apos;m going to move into my dorm. i&apos;m so not ready. i haven&apos;t packed anything. i really need to pack. but before that i have to do laundry....which sounds like a really good idea. so i&apos;mma go do that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Aug 2006 18:55:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>holy crap it&apos;s been a long time that i&apos;ve used this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i&apos;m using it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m boycotting capital letters for those who don&apos;t already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m leaving now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2006 20:57:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I talked to Rod and I feel so much better. Like really better. I haven&apos;t thought about him in a while, and that&apos;s really good. I&apos;m not as depressed as I was, and that&apos;s really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Malori&apos;s house the other night for the superbowl and it was so much fun. There was a lot of hot men (yes, men) and they were all drunk. Fun times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview at Blockbuster today at 5, I hope I get the job because I really need the money. I need the money like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m in a phase, a phase were I&apos;m calling everything jew. Malori and I, and Curtis...I don&apos;t know why we started it but it has gotten out of control, and I love it. Curtis isn&apos;t jewish, but Malori and I are. Curtis is german. I love hanging out at her house. I wish I lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewface.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 20:48:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m going to punch Rod in his fucking face. Tonight. I can&apos;t wait. I&apos;m going to tell him exactly what I feel then fucking punch him! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch. I&apos;m so pumped up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 22:48:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sunday is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Brat for making my day bearable. I was having a really shitty one and you help, so thank you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 20:13:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>heeey sheeetheads! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just totally walked around the house naked, TAKE THAT BITCHES!!! HA! IN YOUR FACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the shirt I have on smells like fabric softener and i am tempted to lick it. Very tempted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a fusking Stars game last night and it was fusking awesome (for those of you who don&apos;t know, that&apos;s a hockey team, so in other words I went to a hockey game)! Then Morrow (one of the players) came into my work today! FUSKING MORROW!!!  I was like &apos;HI LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!&apos; *droolhumpfoam* Jeeeeeezuuuuuuus. I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my shirt really smells fusking good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 19:39:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I started, finally. I have never been so happy to get my period in my life, haha. Tomorrow I think Rod is going to come over and meet my parents......I wonder how that will turn out. I hope it goes well, things are back to normal between Rod and me, I like it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 8 days. Holy crap.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 23:53:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>okay so how happy am I that scrubs is back on? REALLY FUCKING HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Rod last night and told him I was late, he said not to worry about it, so i&apos;m not. I just want to fucking see him. I miss him a lot. And talking to him last night made me not mad at him, he is really a sweetheart, I think I&apos;m just over analyzing things....I miss him like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S even though I&apos;m not worried about it, I still haven&apos;t started...but no, I&apos;m not worried...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 05:51:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Rod&apos;s not answering his fucking phone. I really need to get over him, it&apos;s pathetic. I really want to move out. Oh yeah, and I&apos;m four days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fucking new years to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 20:07:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I can&apos;t stop crying. This sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 17:40:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, things were going good then they all went bad. I went over to Rod&apos;s house and was out late and my parents went apeshit. They took away my car and wont let me see Rod anymore. And plus my mom is upset with my friend Malori and doesn&apos;t want me to see her either. So life sucks right now. Now I don&apos;t know where things are going to go with Rod because we can&apos;t see each other anymore. I had just gotten him to say we were in a relationship too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at work and I got him to come up and see me but he just seemed bored and seemed like he didn&apos;t want to be there. I didn&apos;t get a hug when he came in, or a hi...he just came in and asked if we had a movie. (haha dude, I&apos;m such a dork, thinking about this makes me cry) Then we went to go get something to eat and he saw this girl from work (that stalks him and seems like she is in love with him) and he went over and gave her a hug. Then came back down and didn&apos;t really talk. He was tearing his lid apart and I asked him what he was doing and he was like &quot;I don&apos;t know I&apos;m bored&quot; I told him he didn&apos;t have to stay and he said it was okay but still acted bored. He kept on saying that his friend was going to come over and he had stuff to do before he came over. Then after that he walked me back to work and said he was going to go and was about to leave and I asked for a hug and he gave me one of those weak side hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know what that means. I don&apos;t want to be just friends, but then again I don&apos;t know how we can be more if we can&apos;t see each other. It made me cry, and I hate that a guy that I haven&apos;t known for very long made me cry, so I called him and asked him if he just wanted to be friends and told him what I thought about that night at dinner and he was like &apos;well, I didn&apos;t really think much of it, I&apos;m not big into PDA, but I&apos;m going to go bed so call me tomorrow&apos; God, I felt like such an idiot. I&apos;m so embarressed. I don&apos;t think I&apos;m going to call him today.  I shouldn&apos;t have called him and asked him that. Now he is going to think that I&apos;m a stupid young girl, which I am, he just wasn&apos;t supposed to figure it out. Ugh. I hate crying over guys. I hate it. And I hate my life right now. It was going so well. I can&apos;t wait to move out of my fucking parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2005 21:17:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Rod and  I had sex, and it was good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my parents want to meet him, I&apos;m a little scared about that, though kinda happy. We still aren&apos;t officially going out yet, I think I&apos;m going to talk to him about that. I don&apos;t want to have sex and still stay friends. I want a relationship. But if he wants to be just friends I don&apos;t want to lose what we are doing right now, So it&apos;s either this or a relationship. I don&apos;t want to force anything on him, except myself. ZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to go take a shower and clean my room and do laundry and the such. Ciao! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN&apos;T FREAKING WAIT TIL BRITTANY COMES DOWN! YEAH BITCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Rod loves Sondre Lerche, that&apos;s so freaking cool. Yay me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 05:39:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Put your arms around me</title>
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  <description>Ah! I&apos;m kind of stressing out because of finals. I&apos;m sure I&apos;ll be okay though. I got out of calculus for next semester, so my GPA should go way up. Now I&apos;m going to be an office aid, easy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malori and I have started working out so hopefully we will lose some weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got this new toothpaste and brushed my teeth and they feel so freaking clean! I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow I&apos;ll get to hang out with Rod, hopefully. I made him like 6 CDs (well, not LIKE 6, there are actually 6 CDs) and put them in this cool little case and made that look all pretty. I was in a crafty mood. Then I made some more CD&apos;s for me and my friend. All together, tonight I made 14 CD&apos;s. hah yay CD&apos;s! I love making them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart the enter bar tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s it for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 22:34:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>you, me and your two left feet</title>
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  <description>I totally met a boy. No, not a boy, a man. Well, hopefully a man. He is awesome. We have a lot in common, and he is persian (yeah i know you can&apos;t really be that anymore, but it&apos;s in his lineage) he is awesome. Also a great kisser. I haven&apos;t been this happy in a really really long time. I just don&apos;t want to jinx it. I don&apos;t know if anything serious will come of it, but i would still love to be his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed. Here&apos;s to more than friends. It&apos;s been a while since I liked someone. I&apos;m not used to this feeling.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 15:01:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Take me out tonight!</title>
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  <description>So, I hink I&apos;m going to kill my baby makers (aka ovaries). I&apos;m cramping like mad whoa. I really need to get a refill of my pills, because wow i hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I worked my Le Peep job on Sunday and thought that was going to be it because I was going to go do something with Malori afterwards and then I get a call from my mom telling me that she told Suncoast that I could work tonight (without even asking me, wtf?) I would have said I could anyway, but she could have at least asked me. So I go in and wow we are busy. But I got 2 replay cards and 3 reservations, so that&apos;s good. Then yesterday they called me at like 5 and asked me if I could come in, so I did. We weren&apos;t busy at all but I was! I had to get all of the old releases (the new releases from last week) and put them back in their spots, which was really hard because there is like NO room for anything because we have too many movies. Then I had to go through all of the movies and find the MGM movies because they are on sale, take them to the register and price check them to make sure they are on sale. Then set them up, write down what I put over there and then put sale stickers on them. Then we closed at 9, which was really nice, but we all had to stay an hour and a half later putting up all the new releases and putting price stickers and sale stickers on them, setting up the displays and such. I had to take out the trash and cardboard stuff. The trash wasn&apos;t that bad but the cardboard thing was so freaking full. I had to turn the key like 6 times before I could fold all of the stuff tightly and stuff it down in the bin. (if you don&apos;t understand that, there is this huge bin thing where you put the cardboard and then you close the the door and turn this key and it shreads the cardboard and then makes it into little squares) It was really cold outside, plus it was windy and who didn&apos;t bring her jacket to work? ME! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, I work today too. OH! I found the first season of Clarrisa Explains it all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 22:00:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So, I totally just got my hair cut and now I have bangs. I don&apos;t know if I like them yet or not. There are times when I do and times when I don&apos;t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I&apos;m going to shave my legs for my Barnes and Noble interview today and then go over to Malori&apos;s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit] but first I look at pron, hehe</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 17:34:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I freaking love Rent. I got the soundtrack yesterday (along with the Producers soundtrack so I can study up on those songs before the movie. I haven&apos;t listened to those songs in ages)I love the song La Vie Boheme, like WHOA love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to go look for a new job soon like. I know I just got one but they aren&apos;t giving me ANY freaking hours. I&apos;m so upset and I feel kind of sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I&apos;m tired of being alone. Why doesn&apos;t anyone like me here?</description>
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