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  <title>love has torn us apart</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 06:59:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>peter pan.</title>
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  <description>i feel like i&apos;m at a bit of a crossroads and i&apos;m not quite sure what to do. i&apos;ve been thinking a lot about all the time that has been wasted, about how things could have been different if i wasn&apos;t so stubborn. and then i look in elliot&apos;s little face and i could care less about any of it, all the crap all the stress it&apos;s gone. and for those few moments she cuddles up with me in bed and holds me tight i feel as if i&apos;ve got it all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 04:04:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>huh?</title>
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  <description>it&apos;s strange how things can turn around in the course of a week. people have time to cool, think and turn things around for the better. now the new challange... talk the bf out of moving to st. louis. i would much rather live here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/images/usa/seattle.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/travel/properties/494/san-francisco-city-guide-ga-1-1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in some neighborhood filled with trash... oh wait it&apos;s by the budwieser factory so it&apos;s cool.... yeah right. my choices are talk the bf out of st. louis and into seattle or san fran. or live in different states for a couple years and just fly out every other month.... yeah not gonna work for me. i don&apos;t know. i&apos;ll figure it out. i always do.</description>
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  <lj:music>at the drive in.</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">at the drive in.</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 20:37:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>confused.</title>
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  <description>that has seemed to be the mood. i&apos;m fine with things and i&apos;m focused on elliot and i then i get a phone call and i get a little nauseous and i&apos;m back to square one. i hate when people try to take a step back and be friends... i don&apos;t want to be your friend. if i did i never would have started a relationship with you. i can&apos;t talk on the phone and do the whole hey buddy how&apos;s your day routine. i can&apos;t turn my love for him off, it doesn&apos;t work that way. and the fact that he&apos;s being so numb to everything, it seems like i&apos;m the only one hurt about the situation. i don&apos;t get it. and i can&apos;t help but think if ryan was here he would know what to say to make me feel better... he always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can&apos;t i just have my cute boring love back?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 23:03:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>in the same place as i started...</title>
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  <description>yet again.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 16:03:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hmmm.</title>
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  <description>i started my new job today and i realized something. the thing i dreaded before i turned out to love. i always thought a 40 hour a week jobs would be the death of me, maybe not.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 00:36:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>prolonging the inevitable</title>
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  <description>i don&apos;t understand why we do the things we do sometimes. why are we with people who clearly don&apos;t want a future with us. confusion sets in. being scared of commitment causes you to change you mind. yet you&apos;re the one who wanted to be committed. i&apos;m fine with the way things are but at the end of the day i have to sit and wonder if there is a future between you and i. i say yes, i really can see a wonderful future sometime down the road,  but i have to wonder if you see the same vision. i&apos;ve realized something with each passing year, i don&apos;t want to waste my time with these meaningless encounters. i understand dating is inevitable but in the end i wish there was an easier way. maybe the solution is to not date at all. i&apos;m sure this is all being brought on by my recent change in mood. these are the days when i wish i could turn off my brain, it would save me so much trouble.</description>
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  <lj:music>explosions in the sky</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Oct 2006 09:56:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>married</title>
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  <description>why do you ask me how it makes me feel if you really don&apos;t care. is my answer going to change your mind... it&apos;s almost like you&apos;re on the fence and you&apos;re waiting for me to tell you something to give you that extra push... maybe it&apos;s just wishful thinking</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 10:21:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weak</title>
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  <description>i want to cry but i won&apos;t give in... i wonder how things would be, if you&apos;d be sitting next to me smiling, if you&apos;d be giving me kisses goodnight... if you&apos;d still have that sparkle in your eye when you looked at me... i want you around despite how much it hurts cause deep down inside i&apos;m hoping your feelings will come back as strong as mine have.... deep down i&apos;m hoping you&apos;ll still love me the way i love you</description>
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  <lj:music>minus the bear</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 00:22:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>douche</title>
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  <description>i give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 17:59:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>dreams</title>
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  <description>last night i had the most amazing dream. it was so real that i actually woke up and believed it was true...  i swung my feet out of bed took a few steps, picked up my phone to call you and realized it never happened. we where standing there... she was there too... all we did was spend time together. it was like it used to be and i asked you if you wanted to try again... i asked if you wanted to take a chance and see what happens... you made me wait. you told me you had to think about it... it seemed like forever. i saw you talking to her and you smiled and i figured your mind was made up... then you looked at me, and you had this look in your eyes... you looked at me the way you used to and it made my knees weak. then you came over to me and hugged me and told me your mind was made up and you wanted me... you wanted to see what could happen... i was so happy. you kissed me and hugged me tight. then i told you i was going to go home and nap and call you later... then i woke up believing i had just taken a blissful afternoon nap... but that wasn&apos;t the case at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kills me that i can tell you to stay out of my life if you don&apos;t want to be in it... but part of me will never let me forget your face... i hate that part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i never would have asked if i could kiss you that night</description>
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  <lj:music>death cab</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 04:23:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m gonna be a mom</title>
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  <description>and i think i&apos;m going to be a damn good mom... and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe then people will give me some fucking respect and get off my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go look at more baby names</description>
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  <lj:music>t.v.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2006 19:28:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>baby daddy drama</title>
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  <description>he&apos;s a bitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 08:32:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>this is not my life... it wasn&apos;t supposed to be like this</description>
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  <lj:music>the rain</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 10:28:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>jack the dog</title>
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  <description>i feel stupid for thinking i could be happy.... i think way to much</description>
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  <lj:music>bloc party</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 02:37:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yep...</title>
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  <description>honey please come back. cuddles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want me to come back? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck yea!! come back. i never wanted you to leave. &lt;br /&gt;get the fuck over here on the floor. call me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s funny how drugs change a person... it&apos;s sad how i can see the real person... the sober person and the good person... i&apos;ll always be the person you come to when you&apos;re &quot;in the dumps&quot; and i&apos;ll always take care of you.... it breaks my heart that you&apos;ll never really be sober but that doesn&apos;t mean i&apos;ll stop being your friend... i guess really the jokes on me</description>
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  <lj:music>sigur ros</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 23:36:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>fucking chase...</title>
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  <description>haha, thats funny... ill ask her about it, then yell at her and hit her then spit at her for you. lets make a baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: ...christiana... &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 20, 2005 12:21 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing all i said was &quot; you didn&apos;t text me back, and that breaks my heart...&quot; then she told me she hated me... i love you too &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: a hopeless sinner (chase) &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 20, 2005 12:18 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what did you say to make her mad... shes like fucking 13, dont sweat it. i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: ...christiana... &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 19, 2005 12:55 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i im&apos;d you saying why didn&apos;t you text me back, you broke my heart... and there was an im back that said this is chase&apos;s sister and i don&apos;t like the way you talk to him so bye.... i was like cool... so your family already hates me... that&apos;s a good start to a marrige right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: a hopeless sinner (chase) &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 19, 2005 11:11 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: ...christiana... &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 19, 2005 2:00 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo... you suck and apparently your family already hates me... so it looks like we&apos;re off to a good marrigae... correct??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p fucking s.... why haven&apos;t you hung the fuck out... yeah that&apos;s right i said fuck twice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Original Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: a hopeless sinner (chase) &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 19, 2005 1:51 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys suck elephant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha there&apos;s more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; RE: bob the dog &lt;br /&gt; can i be number second &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: ...christiana... &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jun 26, 2005 11:44 PM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my one true love.... yep go look at my pictures... &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: damn indians... &lt;br /&gt; they will be watching you ALL NIGHT LONG, they will be in your dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- &lt;br /&gt;From: ...christiana... &lt;br /&gt;Date: Jul 11, 2005 12:03 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is thanks a lot chase.... i hate you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chase made me laugh... he was a good husband while it lasted... hahahahaha</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 11:47:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i will follow you into the dark</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m scared that i gave into you and now it seems as if your desire for me has faded... maybe it is true what they say... you only want what you can&apos;t have.... well you can have me now so does that mean you don&apos;t want me? or am i just klinging to you like plastic wrap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me you want me too and that i am not the only one</description>
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  <lj:music>death cab for cutie</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 19:48:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>word and shit</title>
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  <description>so i got a job at albertsons today and i&apos;ve been talking to my ex since i got home... it&apos;s wierd i kind of miss him sometimes but i only miss the beginning of our relationship... the end of it sucked really bad. it got to the point that if we weren&apos;t drunk we didn&apos;t have a clue who the other person was. it&apos;s sad but that&apos;s how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i think of the beggining... we used to stay at the apartment and watch movies... he&apos;d cook me pasta and we&apos;d make coffee and sit on the patio for hours smoking cigarettes, laughing and talking... we&apos;d go bowling and make random del taco runs in the middle of the night... we even had sid and nancy time... that was our special time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the funny thing is that i&apos;m not really sad that we&apos;re not together... i miss him... but i&apos;m not sad.... cause i get to have conversations like this with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:17:10 AM): go suck a fuck&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:17:42 AM): no... that&apos;s your job&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:18:20 AM): no its yours fuck sucker!&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:19:04 AM): why are you such an asshole&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:20:07 AM): cuz im so good at it&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:21:16 AM): i just got a job at albertsons&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:21:30 AM): no way.. &lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:21:32 AM): you didnt&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:21:55 AM): yes i did jerk&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:22:52 AM): why?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:23:00 AM): what position and how much they paying you&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:24:14 AM): cause i needed a job and they liked me.... duh i just bag and  do carts and all that&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:24:44 AM): is it union anymore?&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:25:13 AM): yeah... i believe so&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:25:16 AM): hmm&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:25:31 AM): all i know is they pay their works shit now compare to before the strike&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:26:49 AM): oh sorry mr. cool ... i forgot you used to work there huh?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:27:09 AM): yeah back when it was when the pay and benefits were good&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:27:37 AM): cool&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:27:38 AM): ass&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:27:50 AM): im just giving you a heads up&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:27:58 AM): have fun pushing carts for an hour&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:27:58 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:28:14 AM): and then they get on your ass about carryouts&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:28:25 AM): oooh doing go-backs will be fun too&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:28:35 AM): you&apos;re making me hate my job and i haven&apos;t even started yet&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:29:10 AM): im just telling you&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:29:17 AM): thanks&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:29:28 AM): and going on breaks and lunch is a pain too&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:30:04 AM): why?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:30:23 AM): &quot;can i go on my break?&quot; &quot;no you gotta wait for sally to get back, then freds gonna go on his, then you can go. why dont you bag for tim for a while. oh and theres&quot;&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:30:59 AM): you&apos;re going to make me cry&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:31:01 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:33:52 AM): they might even make you tie a bale.. those are always fun&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:34:09 AM): wtf is that?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:34:12 AM): that job is only cool if the management is col&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:34:28 AM): this big machine in the back that compresses all the cardboard&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:36:07 AM): well i pretty much know everyone that works there cause of my mom so hopefully it&apos;s cool&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:38:01 AM): they used to be really shitty with promotions but i think they&apos;re better not cuz everyone quits haha&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:38:32 AM): ask the checkers how much they top out at&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:38:37 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:38:41 AM): i will&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:38:41 AM): they used to top out at 18.00 &lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:38:49 AM): i think its like 12 or 13 now&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:39:03 AM): what did you used to do&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:39:03 AM): the meat cutters used to make 20 an hour&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:39:08 AM): butcher block&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:39:22 AM): i think meat cutters make 18 now&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:39:42 AM): i was making 12.12 if i came back they woulda transfered me to checker or produce so i could fall under the new pay scale&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:40:36 AM): lame... so that&apos;s why you didn&apos;t go back?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:40:50 AM): yeah they wanted to ear fuck me.. and i just dont roll like that&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:41:20 AM): ohhhhh... is that crossing a line for you?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:41:40 AM): yeah ill take a dick in about every oriface except the ear&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:42:00 AM): hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:47:02 AM): i&apos;m so sick right now&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:47:04 AM): i hate it&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:48:04 AM): that sucks.. i feel grreeeat!&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:48:22 AM): thanks for rubbing it in&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:49:22 AM): no problem.. im soo f word hungry&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:49:39 AM): fatty&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:49:46 AM): just kidding so am i&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:53:23 AM): you know ive lost like 25 pounds so far?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:53:30 AM): maybe less&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:53:36 AM): lets just go with 20&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:53:53 AM): yeah i saw your pictures&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:54:06 AM): you look really good... i&apos;m just giving you a hard time&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:54:13 AM): you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:54:19 AM): i actually could&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:54:42 AM): when you had old pictures up and then new ones&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:54:42 AM): hmm.. cuz i cant haha&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:54:52 AM): you can tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (10:58:52 AM): word&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (10:59:30 AM): have you been going going to the gym and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:00:06 AM): yeah a lot&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:00:16 AM): my goal is to be like ryan reynolds&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:00:27 AM): i&apos;d say im about a quarter way there&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:00:37 AM): hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:00:44 AM): yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:00:51 AM): its not funny! its gonna happen1&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:00:55 AM): okay&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:01:00 AM): i believe you&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:02:18 AM): you better!&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:03:57 AM): why are girls such whore?!&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:03:59 AM): s&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:04:05 AM): why are you so gay&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:04:09 AM): ?&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:04:26 AM): hmm good point.. one of those questions that will never be answered&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:04:35 AM): girls aren&apos;t whores you just go for the whory girls&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:04:45 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:04:53 AM): i&apos;m guessing it&apos;s my question&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:08:21 AM): hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:08:33 AM): she didnt seem like one at first.. &lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:08:38 AM): she just kinda turned into one&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:08:39 AM): i think&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:08:40 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:08:56 AM): im really bad at reading girls at first so that could be y problem&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:10:27 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:10:44 AM): i heard you really liked your ex too&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:10:53 AM): yeah &lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:10:57 AM): girls are just shitty&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:11:05 AM): yeah they are&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:11:34 AM): i figure you dated me so it couldn&apos;t get much worse.... but then again i never cheated on you&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:19:57 AM): yep&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs went idle at 11:21:56 AM.&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs returned at 11:26:07 AM.&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:26:18 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:28:04 AM): word&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:28:12 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs went idle at 11:36:50 AM.&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs returned at 11:37:29 AM.&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:37:46 AM): and shit&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:37:50 AM): damn im hungrey&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:37:53 AM): i think im gona goto lunch&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:38:35 AM): okay well have fun.... i think i&apos;m going to do the same    p.s. i hate your guts&lt;br /&gt;ilikecurbs (11:38:46 AM): youre stupid&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:39:14 AM): and you&apos;re gay&lt;br /&gt;lust is blind (11:39:37 AM): i say good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the way we used to flit with eachother... it used to go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: go suck a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: how exactaly does one suck a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you&apos;re gay... pachina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: pachina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha... i miss that fag</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 13:00:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yeah doggie</title>
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  <description>i want to be happy like this again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime003.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick... yet it seems like i am all the time... my cars a peice of shit... my best friend and i have been fight for no reason at all... at least we got to talk today... my boyfriends an asshole... no really he said so himself and i need to find another job within two weeks or else i don&apos;t have a  place to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of flipping out and yelling this is what i need to do... monday start looking for a job... and i really mean look... i already got my car towed and my dads going to start fixing it hopefully tomorrow... get better... that means taking a lot of grape medicine... thanks nee nee... once i get my car that means i can spend more time with nee and then we&apos;ll be happy again... and once i get to see nee more and my car is fixed and i have a job then i will be happy again and that means i will smile and laugh and that means moi will be happy and he won&apos;t be an asshole anymore.... so i guess in reality i just need to grow up a little more... okay maybe a lot more... but fuck it&apos;s about time... i am almost 22...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 02:47:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>letting you down</title>
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  <description>it seems latley like the only thing i&apos;m good at is letting people down. fuck i&apos;m sorry... i don&apos;t know what to do things are different now. i want to move and i&apos;ve turned a lot of people against me because of it. i just want to go and do something far away... i mean i need to get away from my family and prove that i can survive on my own. i feel trapt right now. i want to go get in a fight just so i can take out some anger... i feel bad for the person i end up fighting... i don&apos;t know i just have a lot on my mind and i feel like i have no one to talk to... not even my bestfriend... i&apos;m afraid to talk to her cause i get scared of what she will say or what she will think... i know i&apos;mnot living up to her expectations and i hate that i&apos;m not the friend she wants me to be... don&apos;t worry though cause on top of being a shitty frioend i&apos;m a horrible girlfriend too. i seriously don&apos;t even know how my boyfriend is still putting up with me. just this morning i told him i was going to punch him in the face for waking me up. fuck i suck at life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all sorry to everyone for the let down</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:13:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>rawr</title>
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  <description>this is what i do when the sun is coming up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime045.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime033.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime030.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime024.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime019.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime017.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a5/disarming_beauty/bathtime011.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image hosted by Photobucket.com&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get a life... or at least some sleeping pills</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 05:02:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>pretty pretty princess...</title>
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  <description>i do this at least once a year... i start to feel gross... like i look gross i feel gross and i hate my self, so i go and get my nails done and start to think about how i need to be more girly... i need to dress nice and grow my hair out, all that good stuff. but then i realize i will just be fake like all the girls i hate. when i was with my ex i used to dress super girly, long blonde hair fake nails tight jeans pushed up boobs the works... but i hated dressing that way. i would love to just dress the way i want with no judgements... i honestly feel that if i still dressed the way i used to, my boyfriends mom would love me... i have no idea where this is all leading up to or anything like that... i need to just stop typing</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 04:40:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>time to go</title>
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  <description>i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t take this anymore... i&apos;ve been fighting this urge to run for far to long...people that are supposed to make me feel better are doing just the opposite. i realize i am twenty one... so when am i going to grow up? i can&apos;t live on sofas forever... so where do i go? what do i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same person that&apos;s been pushing me to go back to college for the past three years is still standing here telling me that they believe in me... i have no clue why, i don&apos;t even believe in myself... i wish i could move far away and take one person with me... but i know she wouldn&apos;t be happy where i want to go. i always end up no further than an hour away from the city i grew up in... i hate this city more than anything yet i&apos;m so afraid to leave it... san fransisco is as far as i&apos;ve travled... i need to do something for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even for my self i need to go far away so i can grow up and finally be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m tired pretending to be happy</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 01:49:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>is it just a crush?</title>
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  <description>i have no clue what i am doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want your attention, i want you to care about me and i get angry when you let her hurt you... but why do i feel like i everything i&apos;ve been doing latley is only making you grow less and less fond of me.... i have now clue. i just know that last night i was so happy... yet the second i woke up i felt nothing but sadness... just go on like nothing happend.... probably the best thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how do i make my dreams go away... how come i wake up every morning so happy just to realize it was only a dream... well at least this time i woke up next to you... that&apos;s one good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i falling back into this pattern... maybe it&apos;s me who&apos;s making it uncomforatable... maybe i&apos;m pushing you away.... i&apos;m trying to be over it... but you haven&apos;t even done anything wrong</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 11:22:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>your eyes tell it all</title>
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  <description>how can you look at me and tell me you care when she&apos;s there in your mind?  do you honestly believe that i would want to start a relationship with you after i found out? i have no clue what to do with you? i have someone else who is awesome but i have to clue what is going on... if something doesn&apos;t happen soon i&apos;m giving up and becoming a sexual... seriously it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know i think i am ment to be alone... if i was then i wouldn&apos;t fall for all these douche bags stupid lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be i deserve it... i&apos;m the dumb ass who keeps coming back to the douche bags</description>
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