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  <title>Katherine Margret</title>
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    <name>Katherine Margret</name>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-08-16T00:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-16T04:32:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i wish somebody would take me away from all that goes on within in this hectic life of mine and make it all alright</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-08-15T01:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-15T05:20:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-15T05:20:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;let me tell you how good it feels to have my old best friend back in my life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-08-13T12:46:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T16:51:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T16:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">june 28th ,2008 -&amp;nbsp;august 13 , 2008&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;many days have passed and&amp;nbsp; my return home has been quite life changing. The smallest of things have made the biggest of impact into me. Many nights spent reading or conintuing my wrightings of the novel&amp;nbsp; iwill never reveal. Working many hours to ease the pain that i contine to hide inside but dont mind for it brings me the pleausres of having money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to say but wright now i cant seem to find the words to desrcibe what has been goingon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan dirig, your a joke&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;a complete waste of energy and time&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun 7 month long thing but totally not worht another damm day of my life.</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-06-12T14:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-12T18:17:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 417px" height="359" alt="" width="522" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s250/katerestinigga/Picture005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love tits ( jimmy) and&amp;nbsp; my best friend &amp;lt;3&lt;img alt="" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s250/katerestinigga/Picture004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s250/katerestinigga/Picture013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s250/katerestinigga/Picture011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love&amp;nbsp; my vietnam and tits chick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these past few weeks have&amp;nbsp; been pretty intense but amazing&lt;br /&gt;bars are pretty fun to show up at wasted &amp;amp; then get more drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-05-30T08:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-30T12:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-30T12:50:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Schoolbook&amp;quot;;"&gt;LIKE HILIRAY &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;CLINTON&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; IM THE BOSS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-05-02T13:22:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T17:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T17:30:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am falling hard and its the greatest feeling.&lt;br /&gt;all those little cute things he does, makes me smile so much inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes just apassionite&amp;nbsp; person and when he plays his guitar and sings&lt;br /&gt;i melt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band practice tonight&lt;br /&gt;should be a good time as&amp;nbsp; always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;my best friend is awsome , never thought id meet somebody like her..&lt;br /&gt;she literally is like the same person as me its great&lt;br /&gt;like we both got fucke dup past and want the best future and are just trying to stay sane...idk cnt explain her&lt;br /&gt;except for shes my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-04-17T13:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-17T17:07:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T17:07:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">everybody start's somehwere ; everybody also cope's with things in their own way, my way _ writing till it make's some sort of sense to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember the day it all began or how i felt but it was something stronger that words couldnt describe. Didnt make sense to anybody not even my self. I know find out that everything i always thought was a lie&amp;nbsp; that i was telling is the truth.&amp;nbsp; He is actually who i desrcibed him to be&lt;br /&gt;a lieng scumbag peice of shit drug addict who has good inetntions with the worst descion making in on how to get there.I have so many questions that i will never find answer's to, and to&amp;nbsp; me they are simple question's but to him they are probabbly some of the worst things to answer and the hardest, because i know that the reason to justify how i was feeling on that day is impossible to say or write down for it just grew on me over time, maybe the reason he did drugs was to help him deal with life - maybe he&amp;nbsp; did them again because he couldnt live with tomorrow, he couldnt live with the things he said yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i do&amp;nbsp; not respect him for he is full of lies &amp;amp; cover-up lies.&lt;br /&gt;whatever he is who he is, and i cant do anything about... and i shure as hell can`t change him.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to take from him, i.e ... money //car ect, but after i have what i need in this visit home, i dont plan to return for quite a while.. its time i start to lead my one life on my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;my feelings and emotions are so mixed, at times hes great and i try to look past all of his faults, for i would not want anyone holding my faults against me... but its just so hard for he is my father.&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my anxiety has become alot worse in the past 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;nervous breakdowns are terrible and i freak out when somebody is standing behind me or looking over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even for that matter if i get touched... i jsut get irrated so easily..&lt;br /&gt;help.</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-03-26T13:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T17:26:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i did it again&lt;br /&gt;back in school to finish up for once&lt;br /&gt;and i find my self being mroe concnered about socialization rather then my studies.&lt;br /&gt;not only and i letting everybody else who cares about me down AGAIn&lt;br /&gt;im doing it all over to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-03-25T13:45:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-25T17:49:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T17:49:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Forever in search of something greater and better, but truth is, its right in front of my eye's.</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-03-06T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T18:22:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T18:22:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jewel // James Taylor // Marc Cohen // Neil Young // The eagle's // Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;all make me feel closer to home.</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-02-27T10:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T16:07:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T16:07:28Z</updated>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-02-20T10:10:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T15:23:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Memories are just where you laid them &lt;br /&gt;Dragging the waters til the depths give up their dead &lt;br /&gt;What did you expect to find? &lt;br /&gt;Was it something you left behind? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember anything I said when I said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#993366" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't fall away and leave me to myself &lt;br /&gt;Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again &lt;br /&gt;And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands &lt;br /&gt;Love lies bleeding &lt;br /&gt;Oh hold me now I feel contagious &lt;br /&gt;Am I the only place that you've left to go? &lt;br /&gt;She cries her life is like &lt;br /&gt;Some movie in black and white &lt;br /&gt;Dead actors faking lines, over and over and over again she cries&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I watched as you turned away &lt;br /&gt;You don't remember, but I do &lt;br /&gt;You never even tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;latetly i feel as if everything im doing isnt going to last, i feel the constant need for change&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is because i was always moving around from groups of friends and never really had something concrete in my life that i was content with, except the music that beat's with my heart. I&amp;nbsp; am supposed to be typing an essay on the reconstruction era, which just inspired my mind to drift off into a tangent about my life for som odd reason. I feel as if i allowed my self to grow up to quickly, and missed out on the all experinces that msot girls go through from 15-18. I was&amp;nbsp; always around people who were older then me, and constantly trying to find a way to get messed up, and misse dout on the simple beauty of many other things in life.&amp;nbsp; This past weekend i was out with friends who were all 21 &amp;amp; older and we landed up leaving their apartment and headed out to this bar&amp;nbsp; in the hancock house, i had previsouly already been drinking and had two beer's with me which i was allowed to bring in. ( since the area i live in , is such a small place, everybody knew everybody ... but me being knew and walking in with everyone who was 21 i guess they just thought i was ) well anyways i landed up taking shots at the bar and then there was a fight between two people their, so my group of " FRIENDS" and i went across the streeet to this other bar called Moo's and i lande dup having a few more beers. I found myself in akward situations and conversation's ,&amp;nbsp; not due to my drinking but to the people i around were alot older. And it shocked me becasue never before&amp;nbsp; did i feel akward or have trouble keeping conversation with odler people. Then i realized that with my drinking and what not i would have much rathered been with people my age &amp;amp; or&amp;nbsp; just not at the bar. As much fun as it was, im finding out more and more that yeah drinkin is fun, but to not remember the next day and do stupid thing s &amp;amp; or say stupid things because of alcohol, is just silly right now. I think that i will give it up for a while untill im of age. I mean the ocassional party here &amp;amp; there maybe but im not going to plan on going out and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I feel so alone &amp;amp; yet never have felt more alive "&lt;br /&gt;literally like, i feel good again but yet so alone.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard moving to a new place, its not so much the place&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but its being yourself around all these new faces.&lt;br /&gt;I finally have accepted me for being me and most of the time im pretty confident but everynow and then i find myself slipping up and feeling not so much like myself which gets a reaction from others everywhere around me because they are still trying to figure out who i am&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i dont care if they know about my past &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp; they can hold it against me as much as they want,&lt;br /&gt;i just want my future and present to not constantantlly be based on the past&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;even thou&amp;nbsp; thats what got me to this point today&lt;br /&gt;so should i be proud?&lt;br /&gt;like im not ashmed&lt;br /&gt;i dont know so much im going in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go snowboarding asap and just relax&lt;br /&gt;OH WAit, thats right !&lt;br /&gt;im going tomorrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much mor eon my mind, i could write for days.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-01-24T13:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T18:47:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;didnt get to go snowboarding last night which kinda bummed me&amp;nbsp;out but thats okay cos next wensday im buyin a board from aj&amp;nbsp; so money wont be an object to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i died my hair lighter brown with blonde highlights and it looks pretty kick ass not gunna lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight the harlem wizzards are playing a game at the hancock&amp;nbsp; highschool, imma check it out.. seems interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night im going into scranton with chris would should be an aawsome night.. everybody else calls him bubba cos thats been his nick name since he was like 14&amp;nbsp;they said&amp;nbsp; and hes 26 now and they still do ...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but i cant seem&amp;nbsp; to find myself callin him that..whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gunna lie.. im rockin these sneakers right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sneakerfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/new-nike-air-max-90-patent-leather-main.JPG"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;http://www.sneakerfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/new-nike-air-max-90-patent-leather-main.JPG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;and they just loook kick ass&lt;br /&gt;escp cos i got a shirt thats the same color green/yellow on them&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody came up to me the other day &amp;amp; they were like i havnt seenen you repeat an outfit yet.. i dont get it.. how many clothes do you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago i didnt give two shits what i wore but now a days i liek lookin all nice &amp;amp; still comfy as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this update is pointless but its killin time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went back to longisland the thursday after christmas and stayed till new years day..the first few nights were kick ass and then new years eve i found my self with everybody again&amp;nbsp; and falling back into old habits.. im so glad i dont live there anymore and am not caught up in all the drama and bullshit. like i saw my ex and it was really nice to see us on that friend level finally and then i just got to drunk &amp;amp; acted like an idiot.. i mean whatever that happnes...but i really wanted him to see how well i was doing.. i dont know why but i did. ANd then i came back up here and was talking with my aunt and she helped me realize, it shouldnt matter what he thinks, we had what we had and that was it.. his opions shouldnt matter to me cos were not even "friends" were people who just keep in touch every now and then and i have nothing to prove to him. and im finally content and its a kick ass feeeling cos now i can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went from having nobody i was truely interested in, two having two people who&amp;nbsp; make me laugh alot, and are both really goodlooking with personalities that are&amp;nbsp; beyond sky limit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp; to math it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must also say and get it out.&lt;br /&gt;i am proud of myself and i dont care how cocky that seems or whatever&lt;br /&gt;from where i was to where i am now.. is such an accomplishment for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still find myself down in the dumps, but then again who doesnt have those days&lt;br /&gt;you cant smile everyday and mean it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend a solider who was over in iraq who was orginally from hancock ( the town that is 12 miles from my house) &amp;nbsp; has passed away&amp;nbsp; and everybody today has crowded the streets while his body was taken through the town and to the funeral home for a vewiing.there were soldiers&amp;nbsp; and all types of goverment people.it was sad to see, cos all these people aorund here grew up with him and or knew him. because since its such a small town&amp;nbsp; everybody knows everbody.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this show Gilmore Girls &amp;amp; or One tree hill with the small ass towns and schools&lt;br /&gt;and thats pretty much where i live except i live in the middle of no where and its 12 miles to the nearst town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life truely is crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im done with this for now&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosotros creamos la revolution por vida !!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-01-22T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T16:46:42Z</published>
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    <content type="html">take time to think.</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-01-15T15:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T19:52:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">snowboarding was sick last week.. going again tomorrow with armando james&amp;nbsp; ( A.J ) haha&lt;br /&gt;hes gunna sell me his old boarrd&amp;nbsp;for like 50 bill's i think, gunna be pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow has just been piling up day by&amp;nbsp;day, i think the past few day;s i havnt seenen clearness in the sky and air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its aboustly amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night _ bowling with bubba&amp;nbsp; dibbs anthony peewee the rock&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; bucket&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; most likely kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be a good time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that whole wood family has a hella lot of nicknames .</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-01-08T15:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T20:11:20Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;this life im living is nothing compared to the one i could be leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uphere in PA... for fun in the winter&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;everybody goes snowboarding..like ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;for instance wensday nights - 4pm sesh till 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so pumped for that.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2008-01-02T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T18:19:37Z</published>
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    <content type="html">what a twisted fucking world!</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-12-31T13:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-31T18:35:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;seeing him again cleatred up alot of unspoken about pain.&lt;br /&gt;his mother looked fabulous &amp;amp; he looked pretty good- i hate to see him stress thou &amp;amp; be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my visit back home to longisland has been the best ever&lt;br /&gt;again last night&amp;nbsp; i did something i now wish i didnt&lt;br /&gt;but WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate her for the pain that shes brining upon him !&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-12-19T11:05:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-19T16:08:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;finding out news like this is crazy&lt;br /&gt;addict father in disgusie of just a sick father?&lt;br /&gt;what a fucking loser.&lt;br /&gt;who use's drugs that heavily and that strong when you have 4 kids &amp;amp; a wife&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-11-16T09:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T14:26:55Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;lt;big&amp;gt;&amp;lt;big&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED M Y ROAD TEST =)</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-11-13T08:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T13:32:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;my heart is beginng to speed up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-11-12T11:59:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;i really just want to go HOME !&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a vistor in my own home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-11-11T19:32:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a weekend home and and another lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;maybe its true some place's jsut arnt for everyone... i came home and expected a weekend of nothin but fun&lt;br /&gt;but instead i was taken by surprise by an run in with an ex &amp;amp; relization of fake friendships &amp;amp; people.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i am where i am now &amp;amp; im glad im doing so much better then half of the people i know in my life&lt;br /&gt;the family situation i guess will just never change &amp;amp; i have to learnt o grow &amp;amp; deal with it in other manners then&lt;br /&gt;shuttin everyone out &amp;amp; just going to sleep but its hard when u get so mad &amp;amp; upset and no body will even listen&lt;br /&gt;and your parents will never admit there flaws so im screwed in that situation in hope that they might change.&lt;br /&gt;seems that money runs the loev in this family but its running me so far away that i never wanna come back again.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-11-10T09:24:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;being back on long island is the best thing ever.</content>
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    <title>thatgirl_____ @ 2007-11-08T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T16:37:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">IM TOTALLY COMMING TO LONG ISLAND TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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