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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 04:28:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>emo</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;sometimes i wish i would get hit by a car just so life would end.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 00:38:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tried so hard to be someone you forgot who you are</title>
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  <description>Yucky weather for driving today.  Rain, &amp; traffic, bad headaches &amp; massholes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working so much lately, it was nice to have a few days off.  Took a trip to see the Madre &amp; friends, only didn&apos;t see the friends part.  Maybe next time.  Home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on finishing school next semester.  Hopefully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New apartment soon.  Hopefully.</description>
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  <lj:music>Life Wasted : Pearl Jam : Open sores unattended</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 15:13:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;ll never be the same</title>
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  <description>but other than that, i leave for OR on monday.  its gonna be a good time.  i packed my fun shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i am moving this week.  yay.  along with working every day.  and getting ready for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am moving WHILE i&apos;m on vacation.  i&apos;m talented.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2006 02:52:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;M GOING TO OREGON!  YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ween Concert&lt;br /&gt;2. Camping at Crater Lake&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit My Brother</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2006 02:51:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>as high as you can go</title>
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  <description>I feel good again today.  Work was shitty, normal, and just the way I like it.  Hanging out with my best friend Ro was the best thing ever.  I miss her.  We hardly ever talk anymore. It was good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 01:45:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Rosetta STONED</title>
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  <description>Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began at 2 AM (while eating an entire box of Krispy Kremes, at my need-to-know post just outside Area 51, contemplating the whole &quot;chosen people&quot; thing) a flaming, stealth banana split the sky, like wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expected to see it in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I spilled a diet soda or something right on my Birkenstocks.&lt;br /&gt;Then he yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fucking shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the X-Files beings (who were like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips &amp; breath that reeked) did a wicked jump there while making the sound &quot;a-banana-da-banana.&quot; That&apos;s when I opened up my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip. And all I could think was, &quot;I hope Uncle Martin here doesn&apos;t notice that I pissed my fuckin&apos; pants.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So alive in this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an apparition, He had me crying out, &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fuck me, it&apos;s gotta be deadhead chemistry. The bottom got on the top of me. Got me seein&apos; E-motherfuckin&apos;-T!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.  He said, &quot;You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope to those who choose to hear it and a warning to those who do not.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. The Chosen One?&lt;br /&gt;They chose me, and I didn&apos;t graduate from fuckin&apos; high school. I&apos;d better listen.&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes. (Don&apos;t even know what that means, must remember to write it down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is surreal, like the time they floated away.  See, my heart is pounding cause this shit never happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t breathe right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so real, like I woke up in Wonderland.  Also a bit terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t wanna be all alone when I tell this story.&lt;br /&gt;And can anyone tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be coming down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it&apos;s my lucky day&lt;br /&gt;See, my heart is racing cause this shit never happens to me&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t breathe right now!&lt;br /&gt;You believe me, don&apos;t you? Please believe what I just said! This wasn&apos;t all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;See, they took me by the hand and invited me right in. Then they showed me something.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t even know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down on my bed, feet cold, eyes red.  I&apos;m out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive? Am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t remember what they said!!!&lt;br /&gt;God damn, shit the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.  Such a heavy burden now to be the One. Born to bear and read you all the details of our ending, to write it down for all the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot my pen&lt;br /&gt;Shit the bed again ...&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped down on my bed, feet cold and eyes red.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m out of my head&lt;br /&gt;Am I alive? Am I dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunkist and Sudafed, Gyroscopes and infared won&apos;t help (brain dead).&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t remember what they said!&lt;br /&gt;God damn, shit the bed&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t remember what they said to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t remember what they said to make me out to be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know, won&apos;t know &lt;br /&gt;God damn, shit the bed!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 01:03:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>evolution has exponential timing</title>
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  <description>i feel good today.  i think its because i have the whole weekend off.  yay.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2006 23:41:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9ZHVjay5zd2YmY2xyPTB4NGQ5NmZmJmNuPWFtZWxpYSZhbj1qZXNzaWU=&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9ZHVjay5zd2YmY2xyPTB4NGQ5NmZmJmNuPWFtZWxpYSZhbj1qZXNzaWU=.png&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;my pet!&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 04:41:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Risking it all</title>
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  <description>I think I made my point.  It&apos;s been how long since I updated?  My friends don&apos;t update anymore either.  I didn&apos;t mean to ruin it for everyone.  I&apos;m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m feeling much better about work.  But I don&apos;t want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&apos;ll start updating again.  If I have something to say.  Right now I don&apos;t.  Except that I&apos;m tired.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2006 19:06:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It is now my new job to make work suck for everybody.  I am good at it.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how livejournal has become an extension of the burger king drama.  I&apos;m done with it.  This is my last update.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2006 05:38:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nobody loves you when you&apos;re down and out</title>
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  <description>I messed up my shoulder again today at work.  It was scary because I couldn&apos;t stop what I was doing.  We were so busy.  I got really dizzy and sweaty.  My vision blurred and I coudn&apos;t hear anything but static.   It was like listening to a non-radio station.  But I couldn&apos;t stop.  And it hurt so bad.  I should probably go get it checked out.  My brother tells me that there&apos;s probably not much that can be done about it.</description>
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  <lj:music>Running on Faith : Eric Clapton : Love comes over you</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2006 00:43:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fighting for your soul</title>
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  <description>check out MySpace ... &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.myspace.com/adollaratatime&quot;&gt;http://www.myspace.com/adollaratatime&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 19:57:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAY!!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 23:58:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It seems as if I&apos;m going nowhere really fucking fast</title>
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  <description>I feel completely stubborn today.  For completely girlie reasons.  It&apos;s probably best not to talk to me cause I might get pissy.  My parents are pressuring me about school again.  I hate it.  Makes me so angry. It&apos;s always about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they told me that they&apos;re putting the house on the market too.  &quot;We&apos;re not kicking anybody out.  You&apos;re welcome to come stay with us at camp&quot;  I can&apos;t stay there with them.  There&apos;s hardly two bedrooms there.  Separated by curtains.  It could be as early as february.  I am in desperate need of a roommate.  So PLEASE, if you&apos;re looking for a roommate...HELLO, look over here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from a long weekend with my mother.  I had a good time.  I&apos;m glad I&apos;m home though.  (I don&apos;t know why after the way I was welcomed back with talk about school and house-selling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop whining...  I just need sleep.</description>
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  <lj:music>Nowhere Fast : Incubus : Will I ever get to where I&apos;m going?</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 16:25:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>If you could feel the pain that I&apos;m feeling, then you would know why I sit away lonely</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m feeling kind of gross this morning cause we don&apos;t have any diet soda in the house and I am forced to drink Pepsi.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be packing to go to my mom&apos;s cause I&apos;m leaving first thing in the morning (if the weather&apos;s good).  I have to work tonight, so I can&apos;t procrastinate.  Blah.  But I don&apos;t feel like doing it right now either.  I don&apos;t feel like doing anything.  I&apos;m going back to bed.</description>
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  <lj:music>I Sit Away : Boyz II Men : I get away only in my mind</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 12:50:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Capable of all that&apos;s imagined and all conceivable</title>
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  <description>Congratulations Josh &amp; Karla.  I love you, my friends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 19:08:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The world is a joke when out of love.</title>
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  <description>There&apos;s not much to say lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good New Year.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 19:32:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The sounds of waves crash down.</title>
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  <description>Lets argue about who did the stupidest thing today.  Here&apos;s mine : I washed a whole pack of gum with my good clothes.</description>
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  <lj:music>Twisted Logic : Coldplay : To see for the first time</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 00:41:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This is fucking stupid.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 18:15:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t know why you lie to me.</title>
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  <description>I need a distraction.  This isn&apos;t it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 03:43:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Is there room for me in those jeans?</title>
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  <description>Its time to say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, sleep tight my love.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 02:29:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>If you notice</title>
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  <description>apparently one who laughs at her own jokes is a freak.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 19:54:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I want it to be anyone else.</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m gonna miss my buddy Ro at work.  We had an awesome time today.  Just like old times.  Tomorrow is her last day.  I&apos;m happy that she&apos;ll be happier at her new job.  I hate that she hates this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome cause even though we were really busy (today was payday of course) her and I kept up, did it right, helped everyone else out, and still had our own personal conversation!  I feel bad cause she told me something that required a really loud &quot;OH MY GOD!&quot;  And I think I scared some people.  I know Mama was scared.  Cause she asked me if everything was ok.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m gonna miss that.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 19:20:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yay for Kay!!  Its a happy day!  Let&apos;s all say &quot;YAY FOR KAY!&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 04:02:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The one that you had loved in dreams is here among the others.</title>
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  <description>Great times at the movies last night, err...this morning I guess.  If you don&apos;t already know what happened, ask Ro.  She might be pissed, but its a funny story.  Tell her I told you to ask!  She&apos;ll love it.  And if she doens&apos;t she should, just remind her that she completes me. (&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;ve been pretty busy...getting all my sleeping done.  ALL of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My christmas shopping is done too.  Almost finished wrapping.  We got our tree today, and put up our decorations.  Finally.  Well I shouldn&apos;t say &quot;we&quot;, cause every decoration I put up got moved, placed into the &quot;proper&quot; position, accoring to &quot;tradition&quot;.  Bah humbug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all of you could come to my house and see my &quot;tree&quot;.  Remember Charlie Brown&apos;s tree?  Well, mine is charlie brown times ten.  But it was a gift from my dad.  And plus, I like it.  So I decorated it and put gifts under it.   Its fun.  YaY!</description>
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