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  <title>The lengths that I will go to...</title>
  <subtitle>The distance in your eyes</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-02-14T05:52:38Z</updated>
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    <title>vent/rant/rage!</title>
    <published>2008-02-14T05:52:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-14T05:52:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHRHGHGHHGHTHTHGHHGHGHGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let him get to me. i wont i wont i wont.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mree90:40717</id>
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    <title>First thing you always learn is that you always have to wait</title>
    <published>2007-08-13T01:46:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-13T01:46:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Waiting for the Man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">jeez, I have so much shit to do. But I'm one of those people who blocks out anything and everything that stresses me. If something bothers me, I just don't think about. Not very productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still have time to procrastinate haha. I don't know what the point of this post really is. I'm just bored (because I'm pushing off everything I have to do!). fux. bye!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mree90:37904</id>
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    <title>Fuck giant shopping carts and the idiots who push them</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T05:51:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T05:52:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>311-Love Song</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I went to Costco today and I was ready to slap some bitches upside the head. It's one thing to be slow and clueless in a crowded store, but it becomes something seriously more obnoxious when you factor in shopping carts the size of fucking cruise ships. Thank god we hardly ever go there, I can't handle it. I can be really impatient at times. I did get a 9 pound box of Quaker Oats out of my little adventure today though. I guess it was worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..well, I guess there really isn't any. umm..oh, our air conditioner is fixed. joy! okay, that's all really.</content>
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    <title>PUBLIK POSTZ!</title>
    <published>2007-04-12T06:15:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-12T06:15:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I made so many plans for spring break. I was gonna do this, and I was gonna do that, and overall I would be PRODUCTIVE. k um..that didn't happen. Unless b/ping until your head explodes is productive. (it's not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow, I fucking swear. No b/p. In fact, I don't care what useless shit I do, as long as I don't b/p because I honestly don't think my body can take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed, I feel like shit. and i look like it.</content>
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    <title>yeah, so..</title>
    <published>2006-11-03T05:42:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-03T05:42:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">private.</content>
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