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                <title>I have spent so many years here.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 17:43:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Okay, that isn't true.<br /><br />I spent a few years here, all of high school, doing what I could, slaving away at a keyboard to try to accomplish... something. Leave some mark on this place, so I could point at it and say, 'Look. I did that. I made something that other people enjoyed.' But then I got out of high school, and stopped being such a little emo fuckwit, and really, honestly, stopped caring about dA.<br /><br />After 2004 or so, I still wrote every now and then, but not nearly as often as I used to. It only seemed to happen when something 'meaningful' or 'important' was going on in my life, and I needed to vent.<br /><br />We can take one of two things away from this:<br />a) Less 'important' things have happened to me since 2004 or so, or<br />b) I find things that have happened to me since 2004 or so less important.<br /><br />The former is obviously a fallacy. Since the last time I did anything on here, I have fallen in love, moved across the country, fallen back out of it, worked overnights for months at a time, sold cell phones, moved across the country <i>again</i>, and become a small business owner.<br /><br />The latter is more likely to be true, though I am still quite the little emo fuckwit. Maybe less so than in high school, but I blame less Dashboard Confessional and Further Seems Forever and more Nine Inch Nails and Coheed and Cambria for this.<br /><br />Regardless.<br /><br />I want to write about things again. I want to make some kind of meaningful dialogue with a text editor that doesn't enforce colons and whitespace. (Python joke there.)<br /><br />I've gotten bored; someone come break my heart.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>1,000 pageviews.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2004 22:25:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That's pretty righteous.<br />
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Now, who wants to give me some fanart  as congratulations? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> ]]></description>
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