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        <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 16:41:18 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Any takers?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2006 02:16:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "When we start contemplating the meaning of life incorporated into arcade games THAT is when you know its time to go to bed"- Mark<br />
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Mark and i went to Bicks tonight with Mango and the Midget. We sat and debated the worth of the wii vs the 360 and the ps3. It was a bloody battle but we all got our point across in the end. We took our syrup shots in honor of Pete and women who have fucked us over (in name of the Midget who got dumped today ::sadface:<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> We then proceeded a head-bang-off in the parking lot. Mango and his amazing Dave Mustainesque hair won by a landslide. We then went our separate ways which lead to Mark and i sitting in my drive way until 2 discussing romance, religion and our reasoning therein.<br />
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How can i be soo young when i feel soo ancient :\<br />
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This morning i woke up to find that my left eye was swollen shut. After a few hours i was able to open it, but i am still a bit concerned because my mother says it looks a bit yellow around the edges of the lid. I would like to think that i wouldn't sleep through kicking my own ass, but i guess i guessed wrong. Later on in the day my left hand became very swollen but that passed even faster than the swelling in my eye. Now as i lay down to sleep i find that my left foot is sore for no reason other than my laying down. The only conclusion i can come to is that my body is preparing to split via mitosis and when i wake up next there will be a second me curled up next to me.<br />
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So my question to you is: Any takers? The bidding will start at $2 and we'll go from there. ]]></description>
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                <title>Out across the endless sea I would die in ecstasy</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 15:01:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>But I'll be a bag of bones Driving down the road alone. </i><br />
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I'm seriously thinking about shaving my head again and just buying a wig for when i go out. I hate my hair the color/length/way it is now. If only i could have kept the purple, i miss having weird hair. Slowly i grow tired of the Fodera bangs. They don't do anything for me. Contemplating the Lain <a href="http://szybcia.itsec.pl/lain/pictures/photo/HairCut.jpg">haircut</a>, now that i work with computers on a daily basis. It would make sense. Keep my hair out of my face and its still cute.<br />
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This morning Mike and i checked my account at the ATM. It said i had about $60 left. I took out $20 for lunch, trying to be the good girlfriend and pay for once. I later checked my account online at work and discovered that magically i had -$3.00. It turns out that the torrid order i thought i paid a week ago, decided to repay itself TODAY. Mind you, this wouldn't be a problem if my check that i deposited almost a week ago had cleared and gone into my account. So now my credit is undoubtedly messed up simply because of the petty bank regulations. I just <i>had</i> to get a checking account didn't i?<br />
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So my torrid order is coming on valentines day. Which is pretty sad that the only gift i'll get on valentines day is one from myself. I don't even know if Kamikaze girls is coming, i got charged for it so it had better be. The next purchase i want to make is a copy of <a>The Diving Bell and the Butterfly : A Memoir of Life in Death</a><br />
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Does anyone know of a wig store online that is fairly cheap and the wigs look nice? Not shiny or what have you. ]]></description>
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                <title>Black Friday</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 15:02:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Kim and i went to see Rent today. It makes me wish i had learned how to dance or to sing. Anything really would be better than nothing. It was amazing, ive never seen the stage show so i cant really compair it. I just have the soundtrack memorized. I cant watch sad movies with Kim. She gets into crying and then i start to cry. At the very end when it showed the dedication the entire theatre was quiet and all you could hear was Kim whimper. It was soo cute, Kim kicks ass.<br />
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I worked 7-10 today. Black friday is usually a bitch, but it really wasnt that busy this morning. Maybe twenty people showed up. Half of them were waiting outside the door when we opened. Chris was there, he claims ill get paid a week from today. He also told me that Caprio switched over to EB which sucks because i was looking forward to working with him.<br />
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Turkey day went on without <i>too</i> much bullshit. That is all there really is to say about <b>that</b> ordeal. I came home to left-over butterscotch pie<3<3<3 and cheddar & broccoli<3<3<3 delish.<br />
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Tonight is angry/pissy/depressed night. I just want to curl up in bed and cry <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Delirious Dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 11:54:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Last night i dreamth that mike and i were staying in a hotel in Disney world(or vegas i dont really know) because we were there to see Disneys production of the phantom of the opera(I'm pretty sure there is no such thing) After the performance we had dinner with the two stars who played Eric and Christine and i guess they were barely my age. They invited us out on the town, but it must have been my birthday because Mikes whole family had followed us there and was trying to give me presents and cake. All i wanted to do was go back to the room with Mike and be alone, but they wouldnt let us. We must have been in disney world because to escape we took one of those tram things out of the hotel. The only problem was that it was more like a rollercoaster than a tram because we fell off and landed in this bad action movie sort of scene. Drug bust and police and everything. Anywho, the drug dealers ended up taking me hostage and kept in 18th century france. All in all i ended up meeting with napoleon and bitching at him about A) Kidnapping me and B) the complex he would give asshole later on in history. Everything ended with me going back to the hotel room i was being held in and me taking a tub(i really want one now) ]]></description>
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                <title>R.I.P. Wig The little grey hampster</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2005 08:47:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ now i remember why i raised rats, not hampsters.<br />
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rats dont eat each other <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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R.I.P. Wig the little grey hampster ]]></description>
                <author>~onid0ll</author>
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                <title>"Its all one big sigh"</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 21:17:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ terrible dreams again last night. i dreamth that Panda jumped out of his cage and into a bush of thorns. his stomach got torn open and Mike and i had to rush him to the small animal hospital in burlington. for some reason Mike stopped at micky dees on the way because he needed orange juice. while we were waiting for the drive thru Panada died in my hands <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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ive desided that tomorrow im going to ride down to Shaws and pick up some hair dye. i want a job, i need a job. i know im not going to get one with my hair like this. even if this is the only way i feel comfortable and true to myself. a job is more important if im going to ever get out of this house.<br />
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ive also decided that if Wig can run on his wheel every single night that i can atleast ride my bike. i have to atleast try to lose some weight or im never going to be happy. ]]></description>
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                <title>so much for having a good week.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 14:59:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i dont even know why i bother talking to her anymore. everything she tells me is a lie. maybe thats how she gets out of doing shit, she tells me so that automatically means its not going to happen.<br />
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i tried not to cry as she made up some excuse. here i thought it was soo close and now because she is reading some book she is pushing it back. she could atleast get the letter over with.<br />
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i just want to give up. i wish that if i lay on my bed face down long enough that i would just die. im tired of fighting, im tired of trying and im tired of getting my hopes up. why do people even tell me these things? maybe they like disapointing me, who knows. ]]></description>
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                <title>Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2005 20:29:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the movie was fabulous. the only downside was that i got stuck sitting next to an obviously drunk man who told Kim and i to shut up when he himself was the loudest person in the whole audience. movie wise it was marvelous. Burton followed the book wonderfully and of course put his own twist on it. there were songs in it, but not as many as willy wonka had. they seemed to be parodies of the songs from HAIR. Depp could never replace Gene Wilder but he did make a wonka of his very own. he also was not made to do goofy parts, though he makes wonka seem very maniacle at the same time. i would most definatly see it again and i hope to get to see it in theaters again. ]]></description>
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                <title>IM HOME! + salvay thoughts</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 13:06:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so yes, tra-la-dee tra-la-dai i am home. im all unpacked and settled in, or atleast as settled in as i can possibly get. i look around my room at all the crap in here that i dont use. i want to have a yard sale. we have a crappy yard for a yard sale though. its sort of back away from the road and off-level. i doubt there is anyone in this town who wants to buy MY stuff anyhow. what i really need is to find a spot at a flea market or something. problem with those is that i end up spending money instead of getting it.<br />
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i could just donate all my stuff to salvay. then i have this nightmare of finding it at salvay again. i know i would buy it back. maybe i could drop it in a salvay bucket in another town, who knows.<br />
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i guess i owe it to salvay to donate my crap to them. since ive taken soo much from them in return. mum says it balences out because the money i give them helps them out. i hardly break a $20 when im there, so i barely feel like my support makes an impact. stupid me, thinking that my crap could bring any big money in. its not like i collect anything valuable. i want to get rid of this orange bureau i have. its ugly, its from our old house in lowell. it doesnt go with anything in my room and im sick of looking at it. i dont use it, i hate having to bend over to get clothes so i just never put anything in it. if anyone wants it, its up for grabs. ]]></description>
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                <title>Home, sour home</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 21:44:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Im home, more on that later. for now i sleep. ]]></description>
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                <title>(Day 19)</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 08:30:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im goin home ::does a lil dance:: Mum is coming up today to help me clean and Lois will be home around 4. which means ill get to see my boys tonight <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> i had a terrible dream last night that i was at a high school reunion and that someone killed Templeton and Yaoi while i was out. which of course led to a killing spree of my own design. he second part of the dream was half star wars based and half apocolypse based. jesus was a goth, go figure. so he was on our side it was the norms who were destroying the world(i told you so!) and they were trying to lock us all in this building to gas us or blow us up or something. so somehow im the only one who realizes that the room we're locked in is made of windows, that are UNLOCKED mind you. so i open the windows and start helping everybody out. so a few fully automatics later the goths have been liberated and im shooting the bastards who were trying to kill us(and i assume also killed Templeton and Yaoi hence my wrath) ]]></description>
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