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        <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:24:44 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Random bitching</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 06:42:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm getting really sick of all the balloon ass/boobs/belly pictures that still, against all logic, make it onto the first few pages of the daily favorites. I just want to go hit my head against a wall...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Fearless-Dead</author>
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                <title>Blah...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 13:27:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, so now after getting my job at Burger King, I have had even less time to do ANYTHING! I am at my dad's right now for the first time in almost a month and I'm still working a shift tomorrow. But yeah, life sucks, boohoo, get on with it...<br />
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As I said, I'm at my dad's place. He has a farm and (le gasp) dial-up. *screams* I am trying to get some stuff done here story-wise, but my dad also does not have Microsoft word on his computer and I left my laptop at my mom's so my sister could use the cord (long story). But yah, I have a blog now )can't remember the URL right now and dial-up is sucking hard). If anyone gives a crap, they can look there for semi-updated version of my life.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh God...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 11:41:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ As I predicted, my first job didn't work out. So, I left and now I'm (drum roll please) working at Burger King!<br />
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Oh. My. God.<br />
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Somebody slap me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Fearless-Dead</author>
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                <title>No one's gonna read this but...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 11:54:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... I really don't care. I just have to get this out.<br />
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I applied for my first job today and got it. Happy day, right? Wrong! Wrong wrong wrong! My parents have been pushing me to get a job for months and since they put so much pressure on me, I jumped the gun. Now, I'm doing a job I know nothing about for God knows how long and working into the wee hours of the morning with no transportation to get home. Add that in with the fact that my job is downtown and there'll be however many weirdos and drunks out there, and I'm screwed.<br />
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And I'm scared. God, how could I have been such an idiot?<br />
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So, if anyone's reading this and genuinely gives a rat's ass, I won't be posting anything likely all summer cause of this job.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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