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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 00:48:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2264/2284299627_708eed20ff.jpg?v=0&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the money from her accident&lt;br /&gt;She bought herself a mobile home&lt;br /&gt;So at least she could get some enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;Out of being alone&lt;br /&gt;No one could say that she was left up on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Its you and me against the world kid she mumbled to herself</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 07:01:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i fed a goat!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 02:35:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>it would be 22ly tubular if i could stop breaking out or find a solution that would zap away my zits!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 00:33:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m severly addicted to cheeseburgers as of lately and i&apos;m in love with in &amp;out. i used to h8 red meat, idk what&apos;s going on! it&apos;s too wild, 22222 wild. oh&amp;it rained on sunday =- o</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 01:52:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/highlowtide/truth.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new addiction! :) that &amp;riding the metro. i just want to ride the metro all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, whenever i&apos;m driving i&apos;m definitely laughing/smiling the whole time. i think it&apos;s the most amusing thing, ever.. which probably isn&apos;t how i should see it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 21:16:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I passed my permit test! : )</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 07:33:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/highlowtide/-o010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;l o v e&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been good to me, lately. &lt;br /&gt;i hope it stays this way!&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Aug 2006 00:48:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am an asshole.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 10:12:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>lily got her license today.&lt;br /&gt;we spent tonight going to rocky cola cafe (worst place EVER), jack &amp; the box, savon &amp; driving aimlessly around for an open grocery store with no luck. now, i doubt i&apos;ll ever be home &amp; i&apos;ll always be with her. AND i like that considering we&apos;re raging lesbians with AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week seems like it&apos;s going incredibly slow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 08:14:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this weekend was pretty amazing minus last night but i won&apos;t get into that. i saw narnia the other night and it was just full of incest &amp; beastality. now i have a haggard migrane &amp; i&apos;m greasy as fuck.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 09:06:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i fucking love my best friend and when we laugh for 4 &amp;1/2 hrs.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 11:05:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>chill out, super market slut</title>
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  <description>i worked 7hrs on saturday &amp; had an amazing weekend.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 11:03:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i love eating frosted mini wheats at ungodly hours of the night/morning.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 07:00:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i love that 70&apos;s show.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2005 04:05:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i think it&apos;s ridiculous that in 4 months, i&apos;m going to be 19 but i&apos;ll always feel 12.&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp; i also find it ridiculous that my grandpa asked ME (of all people) if i was aneroxic.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 11:43:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>most of the time, i only think people like others to feel less lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; lately, i&apos;ve been really disgusted with myself.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 23:24:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i haven&apos;t felt this awful in a very long time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 06:13:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;i miss you.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 09:04:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i love spending time with lily&amp;mark and both of them together.. EVEN BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;too bad i gained about 5lbs tonight. fucking heffalump &amp;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love when guys feed girls the same lines over&amp;over.&lt;br /&gt;it kind of loses its touch ..don&apos;t you think?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 01:03:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/highlowtide/586_8686.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my biggest pet peeves is wasting my time. i feel like i&apos;m wasting time on people an awful lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, atleast i get to see my best friend for the weekend! which means i&apos;ll be in a good mood AND maybe, COOOOOOOOKIES. i love cookies.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 11:16:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i hate elevators but i love my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i really want IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday ..FREAKN VERONICA MARS!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2005 13:34:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/highlowtide/misssu.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here&apos;s to a(n) &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt;amazing october! &lt;br /&gt;i hope i get to see my best friend more because i haven&apos;t seen her much lately &amp; it really bums me out. i know we haven&apos;t been talking/hanging out as much as we usually do but i love you more than anyone/anything in this world/universe. seriously, i&apos;d be lost without you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 23:54:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this operation&apos;s been abandoned once again</title>
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  <description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a170/highlowtide/justfiiiiiiiine.jpg&quot; border=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t need excuses.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you&apos;re okay.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate worrying but it&apos;s as if it&apos;s my job to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m going to Islands with my best friend &amp; i don&apos;t even know how long it&apos;s been since we&apos;ve done that &amp; i miss it and i miss her. andddddd i love her more than i loved that cookie dessert thing we ate months ago that was the best dessert i&apos;ve ever had in my life (so far).</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 23:48:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Relax your body parts and take the path less marked</title>
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  <description>you&apos;re just like the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;in other news; &lt;br /&gt;i miss the monterey bay aquarium, i miss my best friend a lot, i hate having my period, guys are dickbags, i want ice cold water &amp; a shower because i&apos;m sweating like a motherfucker from riding my bike, i saw the cutest guy but i looked shitty (not that i care because i don&apos;t believe in physical contact with the opposite sex anymore, never, ever), i&apos;m watching the live shark cam because my best friend is amazing, i love my kitty more than half the people i know minus family/bff, i need to get over my fear of driving so i can get my cute green element, i need to figure out what i want to do with my life because i really thought i wanted to go into marine biology/zoology but i also really want to do something that has to do with free clinics, i really want to travel the world mainly italy, norway, and australia, i really wish more people seemed genuine and unasshole-y, i&apos;m proud of myself for eating better &amp; working out again, i hate myself for putting myself through these situations i tend to get in &amp; it&apos;s such bullshit, i really want a banana popsicle, every night before i go to bed i ask myself if i miss anyone (seriously, i do this &amp; I DON&apos;T KNOW WHY) and there&apos;s always SOMEONE i miss, hardly anyone knows me so i get really upset when people ask me what&apos;s wrong like they&apos;re absolutely sure that something is wrong WHEN usually it&apos;s me just not wanting to talk to that person, i&apos;m really superstitious,so, i REALLY hate when people do chain letters because i have to do them (it&apos;s ridiculous i know), i really wish i could fix my sleeping schedule because going to bed at 4am just isn&apos;t cutting it &amp; i hate it, i really love the feeling when sleeplessness comes over you and you can feel it go through your body &amp; you know right then you&apos;re going to fall asleep in 5minutes or less, i&apos;m a really paranoid person (i&apos;ve had my gpa wake up at 5am in the morning because i hear things in my backyard and make him go search &amp; look and i won&apos;t go to bed till he&apos;s sure no ones / nothings in my backyard), sometimes i hold back from saying what i really want because i don&apos;t want to come off as harsh/mean to people i actually care about and than i get mad at myself because i didn&apos;t say it but when it&apos;s people that are just there &amp; they don&apos;t mean that much to me i can be a total bitch and not have any remorse for it what so ever, i love getting my period because it gives me an excuse to be a bitch &amp; i love it (yes, i&apos;m serious), i hate taking showers i think they&apos;re a waste of time, sometimes being fat sounds really appealing and i want to weigh like 300lbs just so i can eat everything/as much as i want possible to get to 300lbs, everyone i&apos;ve ever talked to has told me i&apos;m weird which I&apos;M AWARE of, anyways, i really hate when people call other people fat JUST to make fun of them -- it ticks me off beyond belief (my grandma does it all the time and it&apos;s so aggravating; i&apos;m pretty sure they&apos;re aware of it and it&apos;s NOT your problem), i really hate the whole &quot;i&apos;m better/more awesome than you&quot; attitude people have lately -- it&apos;s sickening, i absolutely hate jeans (i rather wear sweats which i do), i live in tee shirts &amp; boy cut undies (it&apos;s all i wear around the house and i prefer to be in just those than ANYTHING), i used to ride horses, bowl, and golf when i was younger than i got fat&amp;lazy, i never really liked myself till i left highschool 2nd semester of jr year, i think i&apos;m a pretty like-able person, i love my personality minus some tidbits, i used to weigh 156 but i started to hate myself and started to work out and eat better and now i weigh 130 &amp; i&apos;m proud of what i&apos;ve done which is why i can say how much i weigh &amp; not feel bad about it because i&apos;ve been worse, i&apos;m a lot more confident in myself than i was years ago, i used to be obsessed with make up but now i don&apos;t care to wear as much &amp; i don&apos;t care to impress people as much either what&apos;s the point? i really think that the only opinion of you that matters is yourself, family &amp; your loved ones BUT your&apos;s is all that TRULY matters, i get sick of music easily to the point where i can&apos;t stand my favorite songs, my favorite singer in the whole entire world is otis redding &amp;it really depresses me that he had to pass away so early in his life, i love famous quotes (i look them up all the time &amp; i read them from my mom&apos;s books), i&apos;m really picky about the people i spend my time on, i forgive people who make ridiculous decisions when i truly in my heart care about them but if i don&apos;t than i drop them like hat, i&apos;m really scared of turning 19 because that seems old &amp; adult-y to me and i don&apos;t feel like i&apos;m an adult, infact, i feel like i&apos;m 14-16 most of the time (i really don&apos;t understand why), i don&apos;t think there&apos;s been a time where i&apos;ve actually felt my age in awhile, i pee more than anyone i know and i don&apos;t even have a bladder infection, whenever i get really sick or something starts to hurt i look it up on google &amp; than get all paranoid that i have cancer, ulcers, or tumors or something AND than i get all nervous &amp;panic-y, i always have a feeling of anxiousness.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 01:40:32 GMT</pubDate>
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