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  <title>I&apos;m an aborted fetus.</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 07:51:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large;&quot;&gt;FUCK VALENTINE&apos;S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 06:06:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&apos;d like to write something. &amp;nbsp;But I&amp;nbsp;gots nothing.&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:08:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Why the fuck can&apos;t I&amp;nbsp;get a damn break from this karmic fucking circle?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why is it that every damn time I&amp;nbsp;try to better myself, something comes along to fuck me over?&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m convinced to go to a party at a friends house.&amp;nbsp; My uncle gets a job cleaning up after the hurricane in Texas.&amp;nbsp; My aunt quits her job.&amp;nbsp; My uncle falls off the back of a moving truck.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;get to pick up a 6th day at work.&amp;nbsp; He can&apos;t continue working, and has to come home.&amp;nbsp; We can&apos;t afford the rent.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;have to move to Florida.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;turn THAT around, and make it a positive for myself.&amp;nbsp; I manage to get 86 hours this pay period.&amp;nbsp; I pop a tire on the way to Louie&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this circle.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 23:34:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>For the first time in my life I have to make a REAL choice, and I&apos;m afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to decide if I can continue to live here, be miserable, and probably wind up offing myself.&amp;nbsp; Or I&amp;nbsp;can move to Tallahassee, work at ANOTHER&amp;nbsp;Melting Pot, live rent free with my mother (until I&amp;nbsp;can get a place of my own), and possibly succeed at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for this town is only equal to my hatred for the bar-people who inhabit it.&amp;nbsp; But at the same time,&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m possibly moving to a town with nothing but college kids looking to get drunk nightly.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve met a few great people here.&amp;nbsp; Rachel, Lundy, Nina, Britton.&amp;nbsp; These 4 I&amp;nbsp;care about most.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;can&apos;t stand the thought of leaving them behind, and never coming back.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m afraid that they&apos;ll forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m scared of growing up.&amp;nbsp; Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I&amp;nbsp;have to grow up to get over my fear of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a bumpy ride.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 04:46:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;don&apos;t understand people.</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;It&apos;s time to turn this life around...&quot;&gt;...tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to attempt it.&amp;nbsp; Easy it won&apos;t be.&amp;nbsp; But I&apos;m tired of not living.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m tired of being overweight.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m tired of just existing.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to make a serious attempt at life.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to start working out.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to get into shape.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to meet a girl to knock her off her feet, and me off mine.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to finally do what I&apos;ve always told people, &quot;Grab your balls, and jump in.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you bitches on the flipside...uh...bitches?&lt;br /&gt;Shane&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 19:16:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckufkfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I can&apos;t think straight....aaghha....jesus...can&apos;t type....can&apos;t................................................................................................LAY OFF THE GODDAMN REDBULL!!&amp;gt;!&amp;gt;!W#KXC bn</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:16:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Why do I never write what I truly want to write?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hide behind false statements created to shroud my intentions?</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Bloated and cynical the dancers rejoice, at the sound of them all losing their voice.&quot;&gt;Your full name:: Shane&lt;br /&gt;Age:: 25&lt;br /&gt;Height:: I have no fucking clue.&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair color:: I don&apos;t have one?&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Number of siblings:: 1&lt;br /&gt;Glasses/contacts?:: Neither&lt;br /&gt;Piercings:: None&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos:: None yet&lt;br /&gt;Braces?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;Color:: I enjoy black, and deep shades of purple&lt;br /&gt;Band:: Really into Pink Floyd at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Song:: Israel Kamakawiwo&apos;ole - Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animal:: I had one once.&amp;nbsp; The devil threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Video game:: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;TV show:: Doctor Who&lt;br /&gt;Movie:: The Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;Book:: Ender&apos;s Game&lt;br /&gt;Food:: Potato Soup&lt;br /&gt;Game on a cell phone:: Games on cellphones?!?!?!?!&amp;nbsp; What will they come out with next?&lt;br /&gt;CD cover:: They still makes those?&lt;br /&gt;Flower:: I&apos;m partial to lillies&lt;br /&gt;Scent:: &quot;Women. Take it however you want, but the vast majority of the females I&apos;ve known have a knack for smelling very nice. Always improves my day.&quot; (Quoted from a friend, who wrote this years ago)&lt;br /&gt;Animal:: dalmatians&lt;br /&gt;Comic book:: The Watchmen (Technically a graphic novel, but it&apos;s damn good.)&lt;br /&gt;Cereal:: Wait, don&apos;t tell me, I know this... Either Grapenuts or Chex&lt;br /&gt;Website:: I would try to say it&apos;s some site that has to do with something...but it&apos;s porn...I mean come on, isn&apos;t everybodies?&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon:: Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument?:: Barely play the bass guitar&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Like to sing?:: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Have a job?:: Fortunately and unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Have a cell phone?:: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Like to play sports?:: Define the following terms: &quot;Like&quot; &quot;to&quot; &quot;play&quot; sports&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:: Yea...about that...no.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush on someone?:: A few.&lt;br /&gt;Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have any special talents/skills?:: I have a knack for movies and the actors/actresses that played in them&lt;br /&gt;Exercise daily?:: I&apos;m trying to start.&amp;nbsp; But it&apos;s a slow start&lt;br /&gt;Like school?:: Do I like it now?&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; But I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU&lt;br /&gt;Sing the alphabet backwards?:: No&lt;br /&gt;Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?:: Yea.................&lt;br /&gt;Speak any other languages?:: I have yet to master English, and you expect me to speak something else?&lt;br /&gt;Go a day without food?:: I&apos;ve gone a week?&lt;br /&gt;Stay up for more than 24 hours?:: A few times.&amp;nbsp; Every night for a year I slept for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Read music, not just tabs?:: I could vaguely read it in middle school.&lt;br /&gt;Roll your tongue?:: Yea&lt;br /&gt;Eat a whole pizza?:: I used to, but I&apos;m trying to get out of the habit of consuming large quantities of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house?:: Once&lt;br /&gt;Cried to get out of trouble?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in your city?:: Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star?:: More than one.&lt;br /&gt;Been to any other countries besides the united states?:: Nay&lt;br /&gt;Had a serious surgery?:: Had my wisdom teeth removed&lt;br /&gt;Stolen something important to someone else?:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Solved a rubiks cube?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas?:: A few times&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a girl?:: A few times&lt;br /&gt;Cried over a boy?:: No&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a random stranger?:: Define random&lt;br /&gt;Hugged a random stranger?:: I&apos;m sure I have...&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;Had alcohol?:: Not much.&amp;nbsp; I had 8 drinks total in my life. *Meaning drinks I actually finished, &quot;trying&quot; a drink doesn&apos;t count*&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?:: I still do&lt;br /&gt;Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?:: Yes. Thank you stupid fake bomb threat people. (rehashed answer)&lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents?::Uhyep&lt;br /&gt;Been to warped tour?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy where it hurts?:: I do recall that&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?:: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Been close to love?:: Maybe.&amp;nbsp; But that whore....oh that whore...&lt;br /&gt;Been to a casino?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Ran over an animal and killed it?:: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?:: Fractured my wrist, and I think I fractured a knuckle&lt;br /&gt;Gotten stitches?:: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Had a waterballoon fight in winter?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade muffins?:: What kind of question is this?&lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone?:: Yes.&amp;nbsp; Both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Been to disneyland/disneyworld?:: I was going to go once.&amp;nbsp; But that was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;More than 5 times?:: 5 times what?&amp;nbsp; Sex?&amp;nbsp; Bacon?&amp;nbsp; Screwdrivers?&lt;br /&gt;Been to Niagra Falls?:: Strange question to ask again...&lt;br /&gt;Burped in someones face?:: I try to stay away from people when I burp...it can cause avalanches and earthquakes&lt;br /&gt;Gotten the chicken pox?:: When I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU&lt;br /&gt;Brushed your teeth:: Just now&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bathroom:: Just now&lt;br /&gt;Saw a movie in theaters:: This past Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Read a book:: It&apos;s been a while.&amp;nbsp; I try to read, but work causes me to just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Had a snow day:: They have snow days in places?!&lt;br /&gt;Had a party:: That&apos;d require a decent amount of people I know AND like.&lt;br /&gt;Had a slumber party:: What the fuck am I?&amp;nbsp; A little girl?&amp;nbsp; Men don&apos;t have slumber parties.&lt;br /&gt;Made fun of someone:: Early at work&lt;br /&gt;Got sick::&amp;nbsp; Mentally?&amp;nbsp; All my life.&amp;nbsp; Physically?&amp;nbsp; Since December&lt;br /&gt;Cursed:: A while ago.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve stopped talking for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICK ONE&lt;br /&gt;Fruit/vegetables:: Your mom&lt;br /&gt;Black/white:: Black&lt;br /&gt;Lights on/lights off:: Lights off&lt;br /&gt;TV/movie:: TV&lt;br /&gt;Car/truck:: Car&lt;br /&gt;Body spray/lotion:: Depends on what they are used for&lt;br /&gt;Cash/check:: Cash&lt;br /&gt;Pillows/blankets:: Pillows&lt;br /&gt;Headache/stomachache:: headache&lt;br /&gt;Paint/charcoal:: paint&lt;br /&gt;Chinese food/mexican food:: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Summer/winter:: Winter&lt;br /&gt;Snow/rain:: Rain&lt;br /&gt;Fog/misty:: Misty&lt;br /&gt;Rock/rap:: Rock&lt;br /&gt;Meat/vegetarian:: Eat meat, eat meat, eat a big ol&apos; steer.&amp;nbsp; Eat meat, eat meat any time of year.&lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl:: Girl&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate/vanilla:: Depends on the context of the items.&amp;nbsp; Milkshake = Chocolate, Ice cream = vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkles/icing:: Neither&lt;br /&gt;Cake/pie:: They are both lies?&amp;nbsp; So why choose?&lt;br /&gt;French toast/french fries:: French toast&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries/blueberries:: both&lt;br /&gt;Ocean/swimming pool:: I&apos;m afraid of the ocean.&amp;nbsp; And I dislike swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs/kisses:: Both?&lt;br /&gt;Cookies/muffins:: Cookies&lt;br /&gt;p33n/bewbz:: (Still my answer) I understand your crude language. And I&apos;m not going to respond.&lt;br /&gt;Wallet/pocket:: Pocket&lt;br /&gt;Window/door:: Door&lt;br /&gt;Emo/goth:: Your mom&lt;br /&gt;Pink/purple:: Purple&lt;br /&gt;Cat/dog:: Cat&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeve/short sleeve:: short&lt;br /&gt;Pants/shorts:: Pants&lt;br /&gt;Winter break/spring break:: As long as I get a break...&lt;br /&gt;Spring/autumn:: autumn&lt;br /&gt;Clouds/clear sky:: Clouds.&amp;nbsp; Dark ones.&amp;nbsp; With rain.&amp;nbsp; And misery.&lt;br /&gt;Moon/mars:: That&apos;s like comparing an orange to a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;How many friends do you have?:: True friends are especially rare in my life.&amp;nbsp; I had one once.&amp;nbsp; But we&apos;ve grown apart.&lt;br /&gt;What are their names?:: Chris&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?:: I&apos;ve had a few.&amp;nbsp; Though they aren&apos;t really anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked one of your friends?:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have more guy friends or more girl friends?:: I don&apos;t have any?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a friend?:: Just about everyone.&amp;nbsp; They tend to not want to speak to me after a while.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to an amusement park with a friend?:: Several times.&lt;br /&gt;Whats an inside joke between you and a friend?:: Don&apos;t have one anymore&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in a big argument with a friend?:: Maybe...I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing you&apos;ve ever done for a friend?:: Stopped talking to him and his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you?:: Stopped pretending she was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss any of your old friends?:: Everyone of them&lt;br /&gt;What friend have you known the longest?:: Chris&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything you&apos;ve done to a friend?:: Nope.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;d do it all over, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;If so, what is it?:: I don&apos;t regret it, but I let something come between us, and fuck me over completely.&amp;nbsp; I said things.&lt;br /&gt;How often do you spend time with your friends?:: None&lt;br /&gt;Do any of your friends drive?::&amp;nbsp; Umm...&lt;br /&gt;Has a friend of yours ever died?:: I&apos;m sure.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the dumbest thing you&apos;ve done with a friend?:: Uh...I don&apos;t remember&lt;br /&gt;What do you think your friends think of you?:: What an asshole that guy turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AND ALL THAT CRAP&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?:: I believe we&apos;ve gone over this one already.&lt;br /&gt;If you have, with who?:: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?:: Yes.&amp;nbsp; Born and raised.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?:: Why in the hell is this question here?!?&lt;br /&gt;If so, for how long?:: !!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is someone for everyone?:: That&apos;s a very good question, Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of the best date?:: I wish I knew...&lt;br /&gt;What was your first kiss like?:: &amp;lt;Blank&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you got your first kiss?:: &amp;lt;Blank&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think love is a load of shit?:: I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the best experience you&apos;ve ever had with the opposite sex?:: Now you&apos;re just torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;If you are single, have you had any boyfriends/girlfriends before?:: Why only ask the single people?&amp;nbsp; Are people currently in relationships not allowed to answer?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been dumped?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dumped someone?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;Whats the most sexual thing you&apos;ve done with the opposite sex?:: This one time at band camp I stuck a flu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD ASSOCIATION&lt;br /&gt;Slippers:: sliders&lt;br /&gt;Hat:: trick&lt;br /&gt;Hard:: nipple&lt;br /&gt;Free:: bird&lt;br /&gt;Space:: age&lt;br /&gt;Taste:: like chicken&lt;br /&gt;Good charlotte:: shit&lt;br /&gt;Red:: stripe&lt;br /&gt;Deep:: blue&lt;br /&gt;Heart:: attack&lt;br /&gt;Cord:: whale&lt;br /&gt;Cheese:: fondue&lt;br /&gt;Rain:: Bane&lt;br /&gt;Work:: out&lt;br /&gt;Pedal:: metal&lt;br /&gt;Head:: cold&lt;br /&gt;Bed:: free&lt;br /&gt;Fluff:: nut&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore:: fleas&lt;br /&gt;Race:: place&lt;br /&gt;Knife:: fork&lt;br /&gt;Jump:: rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I....&lt;br /&gt;am:: alone and messed up in the head&lt;br /&gt;want:: someone&lt;br /&gt;need:: help&lt;br /&gt;crave:: someone&lt;br /&gt;love:: life&lt;br /&gt;hate:: life&lt;br /&gt;did:: the right thing&lt;br /&gt;feel:: Depressed, tired, anxious, alive, dead.&lt;br /&gt;miss:: my great-grandmother&lt;br /&gt;am annoyed by:: mostly everything&lt;br /&gt;would rather:: sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;am tired of:: being alone&lt;br /&gt;will always:: remember Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILLY STUFF&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite genre of music?:: It&apos;s hard to define what I like&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:: bedtime&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?:: Friday&lt;br /&gt;Whens the last time you called someone?:: day before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have right now?:: What is money?&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry?:: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha doin?:: Filling this thing out again&lt;br /&gt;Do you like parades?:: Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the moon?:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do when you&apos;re done with this?:: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t cup a funny word when you repeat it over and over?:: Your mom&apos;s word is funny when I repeat her over and over.&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any magical power what would it be?:: Shoot fireballs&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a picnic?:: Probably&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have one of those skip-its when you were young?:: I found out what these were from the last time I did this thing, and no, never had one.&lt;br /&gt;What about sock em boppers?:: No&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any socks right now?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;funny?:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;pretty?:: Only when I wear makeup&lt;br /&gt;sarcastic?:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;lazy?:: Extremely&lt;br /&gt;hyper?:: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;friendly?:: I try to an extent&lt;br /&gt;evil?:: Purely&lt;br /&gt;smart?:: I think I am&lt;br /&gt;strong?:: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;talented?:: Not really...&lt;br /&gt;dorky?:: I used to be, but now I&apos;m just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSOCIATE THESE WORDS WITH SOMEONE YOU KNOW (or don&apos;t know)&lt;br /&gt;high:: Miller&lt;br /&gt;skip:: Navarro&lt;br /&gt;dance:: Nina&lt;br /&gt;lonely:: Me&lt;br /&gt;pen:: Chris&lt;br /&gt;flower:: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;window:: &lt;br /&gt;psycho:: James&lt;br /&gt;brain freeze:: Danielle&lt;br /&gt;orange:: Bruce&lt;br /&gt;sassy:: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;jelly:: Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR OR AGAINST&lt;br /&gt;suicide:: for&lt;br /&gt;love:: for&lt;br /&gt;drunk drivers:: Against&lt;br /&gt;airplanes:: Against&lt;br /&gt;war:: against&lt;br /&gt;canada:: for&lt;br /&gt;united states:: Impartial&lt;br /&gt;rock music:: For&lt;br /&gt;gay marriage:: For&lt;br /&gt;school:: For&lt;br /&gt;surveys:: Against (And yet, I&apos;m filling one out...IRONY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;parents:: For&lt;br /&gt;cars:: For&lt;br /&gt;killing:: For&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears:: I&apos;m FOR putting her AGAINST the padded wall of a sanitarium&lt;br /&gt;coffee:: Against&lt;br /&gt;pants:: For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Sky dive?:: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Play strip poker?:: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Run away?:: I&apos;m considering it&lt;br /&gt;Curse at a teacher?:: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not take a shower for a week?:: I did that once&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone out?:: I&apos;m thinking of quitting that.&amp;nbsp; I have bad luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;Lie to someone to make them think better of you?:: Definitely&lt;br /&gt;Visit a foreign country for more than a month?:: Canada&apos;s lookin&apos; awfully cozy to me now.&lt;br /&gt;Go scuba diving?:: No.&lt;br /&gt;Write a book?:: nope&lt;br /&gt;Become a rockstar?:: I wish&lt;br /&gt;Have casual sex?:: I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;What shampoo do you use?:: Head &amp;amp; Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Whens the last time you did something sexual with the opposite sex?:: Never&lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you have?:: Gateway&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?:: Threeve&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?:: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Or just make out?:: No&lt;br /&gt;How many posters do you have in your room?:: None&lt;br /&gt;How many cds do you have?:: None&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:: Still bedtime &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>Time again for me to worry about where I&apos;m going to live, and this time I didn&apos;t cause the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t say what I&apos;m feeling.&amp;nbsp; It feels like guilt.&amp;nbsp; That guilt you get when you think it&apos;s your fault your parents are fighting.&amp;nbsp; But this wasn&apos;t caused by me, but by my vodka-lovin&apos; step-aunt.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this alone has ended my almost 3 weeks of not being depressed.&amp;nbsp; I was actually starting to enjoy not having the constant feeling that I wanted to die.&amp;nbsp; Damn my family for being catalysts to my self-inflicted problems.&amp;nbsp; Damn them to hell.</description>
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  <description>Why am I afraid of social situations?</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Dog eat dog to get by, hope you like my genocide...&quot;&gt;I started playing Dance Dance again in an attempt to get back into that shape I was in.&amp;nbsp; And to stop being so damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Plastic palm trees and conspiracies now dot the grassy knoll...&quot;&gt;I was going to write something here.&amp;nbsp; But I feel like it&apos;s a pointless effort.&amp;nbsp; At least for the moment.&amp;nbsp; Maybe later I&apos;ll feel like writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>I hate you all so much right now, I can&apos;t see straight.</description>
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  <description>She&apos;s taking over the world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;She won&apos;t stop until we are all her unwitting slaves.&amp;nbsp; Chained to oppressive ankle, forced around to do her bidding.&amp;nbsp; Don&apos;t watch this channel.&amp;nbsp; DON&apos;T LISTEN TO THE LIES!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;DON&apos;T LET HER INTO YOUR HOMES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oprah.com/about/events/about_events_announcement.jhtml?promocode=CNNownDL&quot;&gt;IT&apos;S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE END IS NIGH!&lt;br /&gt;THE END IS NIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <description>When posting, it is proper to correlate with your brain.&amp;nbsp; To be in sync with it, so that non-coherent thoughts trickle out, like scarabs.&amp;nbsp; Confounded cynicism has forsaken the lonely man.</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Your mom is a lie...&quot;&gt;So is the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 08:16:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I wanna post something, but I don&apos;t know what to post.&amp;nbsp; Except I&apos;m posting this, so theoretically I have something to post while thinking that I don&apos;t have anything to post.&amp;nbsp; But then my first statement is now false because I&apos;ve accepted that I have this to post, but at the same time I can&apos;t erase it for this would no longer make sense.&amp;nbsp; Interesting conundrum.&amp;nbsp; But what is the answer?&amp;nbsp; Do I not post this?&amp;nbsp; If I do that, then me typing this is futile and I should just abandon it, but I&apos;m gonna post it.&amp;nbsp; So do I just let you all read my lie?&amp;nbsp; Hoping you&apos;ll still love and accept me even though I&apos;ve written a lie?&amp;nbsp; Or should I just not mention the lie?&amp;nbsp; Except I&apos;ve mentioned it.&amp;nbsp; And I still can&apos;t erase it.&amp;nbsp; What have I gotten myself into here.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve become a liar.&amp;nbsp; What is to become of me now?&amp;nbsp; I think I&apos;ll lead a life of crime.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ll start off by lying to people about stuff.&amp;nbsp; Then maybe work my way on to kidnapping.&amp;nbsp; Yea.&amp;nbsp; I like that.&amp;nbsp; or I&apos;ll open a store.&amp;nbsp; One or the other.&amp;nbsp; But then I&apos;m really just lying to you.&amp;nbsp; Thus continuing the first lie because you don&apos;t know if I&apos;m lying about post or if I&apos;m lying about lying as a professional criminal career.&amp;nbsp; YOU DON&apos;T KNOW!!!&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve just boggled and destroyed my mind with this revelation.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t make me take this can-opener and open your can!&lt;br /&gt;A.B.</description>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS JUST IN!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stapled a Palmetto bug (read: HUGE FUCKING COCKROACH) to my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;THAT IS ALL!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <description>Random non-friends-only post.</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;You know what really grinds my gears...&quot;&gt;When people other than myself come into my room.&amp;nbsp; I really wanna kill them.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <description>As pissed as I am at my family, Hamburger Helper is the one comfort food I can count on to make me feel better.</description>
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  <title>Damn my car.</title>
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  <description>Swift.&amp;nbsp; Fucking.&amp;nbsp; Kick.&amp;nbsp; To the balls.&amp;nbsp; I didn&apos;t see this one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.B.</description>
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  <description>I grow weary of life in general.</description>
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  <description>Fuck work.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck schedules.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck people.&lt;br /&gt;You can all go straight to hell.</description>
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