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  <title>Brittany.</title>
  <subtitle>Brittany.</subtitle>
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    <name>Brittany.</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-20T21:27:35Z</updated>
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    <title>Not like anyone reads this</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T21:27:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">but I moved downtown. I live on the west side. I miss my mom and my dad. and my dog and my cat. I need some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dropped my sidekick in the toilet. i need $200 before the 30th to turn it back on and get a replacement.</content>
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    <title>Dirty gal</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T22:29:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T22:29:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A lot has happened since I last posted. No one reads or comments this so its mostly just for me to vent to document how awesome my life is lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 20 about a week ago. It was probably the worst birthday I've had. Besides getting to see old friends and getting drunk and smoking mad weed. And staying the night with a cutie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom found out I'm moving out some how. I was going to write her a letter so she wouldn't have a chance to cut me off or stop listening out of anger. But thats pointless now. She got pretty mad and I guess its because she cares about me but she has a really bad way of showing it. I love her to no end. I just wish she'd be more supportive with this. I don't need any of her money to live alone. I make bank right now (I'll get to that in a minute). But with gas prices being over $4 a gallon now its really pointless for me to live in sparta anymore. I'd be paying $217 for rent including utilities which is awesome and i'd live with awesome people and in a nice place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fired from my job in sparta the day after my birthday. and then I had an interview an hour later at a bosnian bistro and grille. I did amazing with the interview and got the job about an hour after that. 90% of the customers are 100% bosnian. And I make good money even on slow days and I can wear whatever I want as long as its in good taste and black grey white or tan, which is what i usually wear anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on my birthday my purse got stolen right out of my friends house when I was sleeping with it right next to me. like the house got broken into. It had my brand new bowl in it, my ipod, and two sets of car keys. It really sucked for that to happen on my birthday and in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-06-03T15:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T19:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T19:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I just figured out what I want to do with my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_bnh:84557</id>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-05-13T01:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T05:20:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T05:23:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm looking for another job again. I've been working at blockbuster for a year and a half now and reviews were a couple of weeks ago and I'm the only person that didn't get a raise. I don't know why, I'm one of the top sellers at the store. No one else cares. The only reason I even remotely cared was because I would A) get to wear jeans instead of ugly tan pants B) get a bigger bonus at the end of the quarter C) Get a raise. But now that I didn't get a raise I have no motivation to keep this job or do a good job anymore. Its like a huge slap in the face that everyone besides me got a raise. I don't care if it was only a 20 cent raise, its still better than nothing at all. The new people even got raises. I do this job so well. So anyway, hopefully I find a new job and can either quit blockbuster or keep the job just for the free rentals and work one day a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I might be moving out of my parents house again. They don't know it yet. I don't know how to tell my mom. She doesn't want me to move out. She told me once I'm gone I can't move back. We'll see about that! This place is too good to pass up. Its a little over $200 like $215 a month with utilities included. I'd have a pretty good sized room and its in a nice part of the west side, right on turner and sixth street. The people I'm going to move in with are cool as fuck. I hang out with Jordan everyday and Emily is pretty cool. With the gas prices as high as they are, it might be worth it. I'm in Grand Rapids every day as it is and I spend at least $50 if not more in gas a week as it is. Then I could just ride my bike to my friends house and save money on gas and only drive to work. I don't think I'll regret it. Or I might move in with Britty. I don't know which to decide. Wherever she lives I know will be awesome and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me decide please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me trying to be a hipster, I hope you find the humor because I'm not serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v141/romanceand187/lol.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-04-29T17:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T21:56:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T21:56:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i fucking love marijuana.</content>
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    <title>Cash rules everything around me.</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T04:07:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T04:07:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its gotta be accepted that what, that life is hectic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 2nd job. I work about 50 to 60 hours a week now. I reallly don't have time to do anything anymore besides go to school and paint my nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v141/romanceand187/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about looking like shit. I had a day off and switched bedrooms with my brother finally. I didn't bother looking good for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend just let for europe for 3 months. I don't know what i'm going to do with her in europe and my other best friend staying in chicago forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have boy problems too but I don't really think anyone cares.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-03-28T10:50:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-28T14:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-28T14:53:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life is so good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a second job today. I'm saying good bye to my weekends and making bank instead. I work every Friday, Saturday and Sunday from 9 to 2. Its at this really small restaurant thats literally 2 minutes from my house. And I can wear whatever dress pants I want! I've been waiting for the day to wear my favorite pants, but I never have a reason to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get my hair cut I feel like I look like a soccer mom, but really my hair doesn't look any different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I might have a boyfriend soon. For the first time in over a year. lol.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-03-26T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T19:17:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm going to be an aunt! my mom couldn't be more pissed about it either. she thinks that my sister in law get pregnant just to spite her and to get attention. wtf. I think thats what you do after you get married and have been trying to have a kid for the past year and finally get pregnant. Of course my brother is excited and wanted us to know!</content>
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    <title>Have you heard?!?!?</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T22:19:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T22:19:36Z</updated>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-03-25T00:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T04:07:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T04:14:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">recently 4 or 5 guys who come into my work regularly have added me on myspace. Normally I would just deny, but I see these people often and I don't want to be rude and then feel awkward when I see them. One wont talk to me in real life but keeps messaging me and asking for my number so i we can text and he has a child. Another one is chubby and talks to me all the time. very sarcastic, the kind of dude i'd actually go for but I'm too shallow. another comes in just to play dragon force on our guitar hero thats set up. The others are just, weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all around my age. and mostly nu metal or have really bad taste in music. They're weird but weird in the way they're the kids you don't talk to when you're in high school. and they all love family guy and i hate family guy more than most things. and the simpsons. goddddd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I'm now a hermit for the most part. I don't do anything besides watch movies, tv on dvd, and sleep. but I'm really okay with it. its saving me money that i dont have and I still have people to talk to now that cody has a phone and can text again. and I haven't been drunk in like 3 weeks now. and I love it. don't get me wrong, i still love the bizzo and i still love mary jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is getting really long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v141/romanceand187/Photo188.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love with Alec Baldwin</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-02-29T13:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T18:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T18:59:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All I want is an attractive boy to like me and for me to like him back. And for him to not be immature. Fuck, I'm just so lonely. Whatever.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-02-27T12:55:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T17:57:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T17:57:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I'm going to Earth Crisis on monday in Detroit. I don't even want to fucking go but I got guilt tripped into going. After this, I'm done being friends with chicks who'll ditch me completely for their new boyfriends. Maybe its because shes so young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a fake id. i can't wait another year and some odd months to go to the fucking bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke weed everyday.</content>
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    <title>Seriously read if you have a sense of humor</title>
    <published>2008-02-25T23:51:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-25T23:51:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. When she asks how she looks, shrug and say "could be better." This will keep her on her toes, and girls love that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness. If she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really hard until she cries (this will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once a month, sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs; they love to be roughed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she's sleeping. If she &lt;br /&gt;is, say "you better be." Repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This &lt;br /&gt;will show her you care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Recognize the small things, as they usually mean the most. Then when she's sleeping, steal all her small things and break them, because jewelry is for pussies and Asian ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you're talking to another girl, make sure she's looking. When she is, stare into her eyes, mouth the words "fuck you" and grab the other girl's ass. Girls love competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell her you're taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she &lt;br /&gt;thinks it's going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset, tell her you were just kidding and now you're really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that, lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear "...because I can." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends as "some chick." Women love those special nicknames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Warm her up when she's cold...and not by giving her your jacket, because then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say "if you don't stop bitching about the cold right now, you're going to be bitching about a black eye." The best way to get warm is with fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take her to a party. When you get there, she'll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party is dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny...why shouldn't girls? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she's fast asleep, wait 10 minutes, then jump up and scream in her ear. Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things (like basketball). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her self-confidence, then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Every time you're in her house, steal one of her shoes, earrings or anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair. This way, she'll go crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Take her out to dinner. Right when she's about to order, interrupt and say "no, she's not hungry." Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile. Then punch her in the face. Girls love a spontaneous guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Give her one of your t-shirts, and make sure it has your smell on it (but not a sexy cologne smell...a bad smell. You know what I'm talking about). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When it's raining, keep asking her if she's crying. She'll say "no, it's just the rain." Ten minutes later, turn to her and just scream at her to stop crying. Girls like a tough man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Titty twisters and plenty of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you're listening to music, and she asks to hear it, tell her no. &lt;br /&gt;This way she'll think you're mysterious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember her birthday, but don't get her anything. Teach her that material objects arent important. The only thing that's important is that she keeps you happy, and your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then, next time you know she's coming over on a trash day, leave the trash can open and have the present visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don't like this one that much, but I think it's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If she's mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, &lt;br /&gt;promise her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This &lt;br /&gt;will make sure that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call that you're going to tell her a special surprise. Now she'll be really excited. Don't call.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-02-05T00:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T05:53:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T05:53:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The past three weekends I cannot remember the whole night. I should either take it easy or just stop drinking altogether. Bad Bad idea.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_bnh:81503</id>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-01-21T13:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-21T18:46:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-21T18:46:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm an idiot. No more random hook ups. Not when they start to be people you see every weekend. And who have girlfriends that I don't know about until after. And who are friends who aren't friends anymore because they fall in love with me. Fuck.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2008-01-07T02:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T07:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T07:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its been almost a year and i still can't stop thinking about him. I saw him this past weekend and it was just like old times. I miss him more than anything.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-12-30T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-31T02:32:01Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-31T02:32:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to Toronto Canada this past weekend and had a blast. I've never had so much fun in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a boy from switzerland. He loved me. But I messed it up and kissed a boy in front of him when I was drunk. Now I regret it majorly.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-12-21T19:02:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-22T00:05:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-22T00:05:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to get rid of car chargers I have. I have 2 car chargers for the sidekick 3 which also work for the 2 and I'm guessing the ID. They don't work for my LX. I also have a wall charger. I just don't want them laying around my room and I need some cashhhh money. I'm not asking for much.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-11-18T15:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T20:09:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T20:09:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm done drinking. For a good while I'm done. I'm just going to stick to smoking weed. I don't make bad decisions when I smoke.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-11-12T00:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-12T05:30:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-12T05:30:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I pay attention to everything. And I'll use it all against you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. And soon I'll probably be working about 60 hours a week. But I gotta do what I gotta do to get that new car. I won't have a day off.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-11-10T13:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-10T18:43:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-10T18:43:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm tired of being treated like shit. Inconsiderate brothers, mother, father, coworkers, friends (minus a few), everyone.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_bnh:78973</id>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-04-22T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-23T02:21:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-23T02:21:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I did the funniest thing ever today.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-04-18T12:28:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T16:32:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I don't understand how someone can erase their "best friend" out of thier life to save a relationship with a girl. A girl who only cares about herself. A girl who gets everything she wants as it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously best friends means nothing to anyone anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever though, it happened a long time ago. The not being best friends anymore. I was replaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even go anywhere without being affraid I'll run into them. Any of them. Anyone who fucking knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot for opening your fucking mouth.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:_bnh:78443</id>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-04-15T20:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-16T00:13:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i dont care what anyone thinks about me.</content>
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    <title>_bnh @ 2007-03-29T17:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-29T21:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-29T21:45:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thanks for stealing my friend. i dont give a fuck if hes your boyfriend.</content>
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