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                <title>That's right...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2005 23:30:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm whoring my blog.  I'm a big stupid  cliche now, someone just put me out of  my misery.  You know the best way to  put me out of my misery?  Read my blog <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
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<a href="http://gunninggoodness.blogspot.com/">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>Sweet sweet heartattack</title>
                <link>http://Ptenchik.deviantart.com/journal/4030587/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2004 20:20:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just got home from work to discover  and early Christmas gift that came in  the form of a bucket of Kentucky Fried  Chicken (although I think it's just KFC  now cause the chicken isn't really  chicken...).  Now some of you may call  me sad, but I love friend chicken.  I  also love my aorta, so I tend to avoid  fast food at just about any cost.  I  haven't had KFC in.... more than a  year.  That's a long time.  One little  thigh couldn't hurt....<br />
<br />
It was cold, so I had to microwave it  and the grease pool on the plate.  And  it was too good for words.<br />
<br />
And now I feel oh so much sicker than I  have in ages.  Now we've learned  something haven't we.  Your stomach is  lying when it says "hurt means don't  eat it again".  <br />
<br />
mmmm chicken... ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>Argh ID</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2004 14:33:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It seems I am ID challenged.  I can't  make the stupid picture fit.  It ends  up doing a nice close-up on my ear  which is ever so attractive *eyeroll  goes here*.    I shall eventually  figure it out but for now, I'm just too  damn tired.  *shakes fist* damn you  Deviant Art Pixel Requirement thingies,  damn you! ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>Damnit</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2004 22:46:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And apparently by adding my flashy new  cover page to my poems, I create the  illusion of new deviations.  I'm sorry  everyone, nothing to see here.... ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>A Rant</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2004 20:53:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Can I rant for a moment here?   Excellent.  God I love this.<br />
<br />
I'd like to rant about toxic boys.   I'll start listing them now, feel free  to ignore.<br />
<br />
Toxic Boy #1 - The Cheater.<br />
The cheater manifests himself two ways.   He's either cheating on you or with  you.  Both are evil, and if you know  that he's cheating with you, let the  other girl know.  Please, she deserves  it.<br />
<br />
If you are being cheated on, kill him.   Oh, no, I'm serious. At the very least,  slap him upside the head so maybe he  won't hurt another girl.  Leaving him  unscathed just teaches him he can get  away with it.<br />
<br />
Toxic Boy #2 - The Fuck Buddy.<br />
Yes, he's fun, but did you ever think  that maybe there's a <i>reason</i> that he  hasn't taken you out for dinner?  Maybe  he's a committment phobe?  Hit him too.   Trust me.<br />
<br />
Unless you're only looking for sex.   But the second he starts treating you  like anything less than a goddess,  smack him.<br />
<br />
Toxic Boy #3 - The Bi-polar Boy<br />
"You're a goddess""She's my bitch"<br />
RUN!  You will get caught up so much  with the Dr. Jekyll (sp?) that you'll  learn to overlook the abusive Dr. Hyde.   RUN!!!  I've seen so many  relationships like this, it's  frightening.  Please, get out while you  still have your heart in manageable  pieces.<br />
<br />
Toxic Boy #4 - The Abuser.<br />
No, don't even get me started.  If he  so much as touches you too roughly,  kick him where it hurts and leave.   Don't speak to him, don't do ANYTHING,  because small abuse turns into big  abuse and I refuse to believe that "it  was just an accident".  No, you're not  listening.  NO!  He is not worth it.<br />
<br />
End rant. ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>Suburbia</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2004 23:13:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Can I take a minute to whore my  friend's band?  Why yes, I think I can.<br />
<br />
Broken-glass has a band.  they are  called Suburbia.  They absolutely rock  and should be religiously followed.<br />
<br />
On a serious note, they are an amazing  band.  They do a few covers, but mostly  they play their own amazing songs.   They're just getting started, have an  amazing, original sound and great  influences.<br />
<br />
So....<br />
<br />
Broken-glass' Deviant Art pages (where  new songs can be found)<br />
<a href="http://broken-glass.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br />
<br />
and their website:<br />
<br />
<a href="http://suburbiamusic.org">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>Craving</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2004 21:14:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a craving for depression.  Sad,  isn't it?  Something I worked an entire  year to beat and now I'm thinking "wow,  wouldn't it be nice to sink into a mire  of self-hatred right about now?  God  that'd be good."<br />
<br />
Of course the depression is in a  multiple-option pool.  I would also  love for it to be mid-March so that I'd  be on my way outta here.<br />
<br />
The last option is to have an amazing  guy to cuddle with.  And, like time  travel, not gonna happen.<br />
<br />
So I'm craving the utter futility that  was my existence last year.  Yay! ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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                <title>Insides and Outsides, Upside Down</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 22:16:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Did you ever get that feeling when your  insides don't match your outsides?  No,  I'm serious.  Like when you're dressed  in sweats and an old t-shirt and you're  feeling awesome.  That one doesn't  really matter.  <br />
<br />
I had the kind of day where I was all  dressed up and feeling like trash  inside.  Yup, total, utter trash, with  a side of used piece of side-tail.<br />
<br />
Plan #1 - Eliminate any of the male  species that I don't like.<br />
<br />
Wouldn't that make it easier?  Just  take one of those ray guns or somesuch  and shoot it at anyone that pissed you  off and they'd end up in the Himalayas.   Or in Port Renfrew (no offense meant  to any from there, it's just that that  place is nearly as hard to get out of  as the Himalayas.  Maybe I just need a  better map.)<br />
<br />
So the insides not matching the  outsides put me in a foul temper, made  even more so by the lack of good tunes.   I hate batteries.  They always die  when you need them.  It's like the main  male lead in a romance movie. ]]></description>
                <author>~Ptenchik</author>
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