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  <title>.:Bury Me And Fade To Black:.</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 05:29:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a time and place, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a reason why, certain people meet.&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a destination, for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s the explanation, when we&apos;re done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the summer nights spent wondering;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions asked, but no one&apos;s answering.&lt;br /&gt;Would it be okay if I left today?&lt;br /&gt;Took my chances on what you said was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m jaded, stupid, and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I&apos;ll never regret.&lt;br /&gt;These years spent, so faded and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I&apos;ll never regret these years.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll never regret these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here i sit, so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all our memories.&lt;br /&gt;Its times like these that I miss you most,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering when we were so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m jaded, stupid, and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, we&apos;ll never regret.&lt;br /&gt;These years spent, so faded and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I&apos;ll never regret these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll never forget the places we&apos;ve been, you and i.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t want to let time pass us by, by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m jaded, stupid, and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I&apos;ll never regret.&lt;br /&gt;These years....&lt;br /&gt;...spent, so faded and wreckless,&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I&apos;ll never regret...&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m jaded, stupid, and wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;Not sorry, and I&apos;ll never regret these years.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 05:09:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>OMFG! I&apos;ve never been so fucking confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put myself in these damn situations and then I can&apos;t get out...I think too much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 06:25:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Livejournal sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget about it all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have anything entertaining to write in here...Except work...Work, work, work.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 04:34:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work isn&apos;t that bad tho. Except I do it everyday but Mondays and Tuesdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I&apos;m pretty tired. G&apos;night</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2005 06:09:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Is it still me that makes you sweat?&lt;br /&gt;Am I who you think about in bed?&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you&apos;re sliding off your dress&lt;br /&gt;Then think of what you did&lt;br /&gt;And how I hope to God he was worth it&lt;br /&gt;When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you&apos;re fingers touch your skin&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck&lt;br /&gt;Than any boy you&apos;ll ever meet, sweetie you had me&lt;br /&gt;Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no you know it will always just be, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we&apos;re back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus&lt;br /&gt;In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s pick up, pick up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn&apos;t expect that you&apos;d get all of the attention&lt;br /&gt;Now let&apos;s not get selfish&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance to this beat&lt;br /&gt;Dance to this beat&lt;br /&gt;Dance to this beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck&lt;br /&gt;Than any boy you&apos;ll ever meet, sweetie you had me&lt;br /&gt;Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of&lt;br /&gt;Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no you know it will always just be, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Dance to this beat&lt;br /&gt;So testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;Dance to this beat&lt;br /&gt;And hold a lover close&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s get these teen hearts beating Faster</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2005 04:33:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I love my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hate it tomorrow tho. Day before Thanksgiving...Oh yeah, and also Friday is gonna suck too. Prolly gonna want to kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than those two days...It&apos;s pretty damn fun.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2005 03:41:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So I decide to wear my pajamas to the Harbor Market today to get a few things...It was like noonish. And who is there to my suprise? Brandon...What are the friggen chances that the Deli Boy would be at the store at 12 noon on a Friday. I thought he had school! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m just so glad you&apos;re here to see me in my pajamas.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped some boxes all over the floor at Sams Club today...&quot;Dick Muncher&quot; helped me pick them up...Haha sorry...Dave gave someone a dirty nickname and I found it amusing that he helped me pick up my boxes.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2005 04:25:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I almost forgot I had a livejournal. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work...Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Dylan got me some nice things :) I love him!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 03:07:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am so bored with my life! I seriously never do anything...Just go to work and hang out with Dylan. Not that those things are bad, but I just need to do more. I need to have fun. I wanna hang out with my friends, and go to parties, and have lots of fun like everyone else does...What happened to me? :(</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2005 02:32:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Quit the Harbor Market. I left Tamara a note tonight saying I could work tomorrow but it was gonna be my last day. That way Marcus at Sams Club can schedule me whenever he wants and I won&apos;t have to worry about not having a day off. Two jobs was too hard. Plus, my job at Sams will probably turn out to be full time anyway and I get paid more there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from Anna&apos;s. Kylie, Anna, and I watched House of Wax. Halfway through the damn movie, Kylie decided to rip her fucking cast off. It was the funniest thing i&apos;ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah, I was not so nice to Dylan earlier. I feel bad now, but i&apos;m glad I said what I said. I don&apos;t wanna be the girl who fucking waits around and does nothing while her boyfriend goes off and does what he wants, even if he wants her to just wait for him. Fuck that. And i&apos;m not gonna be bitched at everytime i&apos;m not home when I say i&apos;m gonna be, or if I don&apos;t come straight home after work. Enough is enough. He can&apos;t own me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him tho...I don&apos;t know where he is and i&apos;m kinda worried. He&apos;s fine, i&apos;m sure. Anyway, I think we needed a break from each other.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2005 03:04:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Just got home from work...It&apos;s all I do. But that&apos;s what I signed up for I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work wasn&apos;t so bad tonight. I can even kinda say that it was mildly fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took my mom to Robin&apos;s house. Have to get her at some point tonight. Watch me forget and do sumthing else. She wouldn&apos;t have anyway of getting here haha. That&apos;d be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy came in the store tonight wearing a bright yellow and pink jacket. I mean friggen bright. Thank God Kylie had already left, she woulda lost it. I tried my hardest not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work at Sams Club tomorrow. I don&apos;t really want to. But I get out at 4 so I have the whole day pretty much. Then I don&apos;t work at the Harbor Market again til Saturday. But it&apos;s gonna SUCK. I have to be at Sams at 8:30 in the morning, and I work there until 2. Then I have to work at the Harbor Market from 5-9. I wrote on the calander at the Harbor Market to have Sunday off. Or if that&apos;s not possible, to just put me on the schedule from 6-9. Sunday is the only possible day this week I can have off, so I better get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Dylan? He supposedly gets out of work at 9. It&apos;s 10 right now...Hm</description>
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  <lj:music>Vendetta Red</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 01:00:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Started my first day at Sams. Called in at the Harbor Market. Working 2 jobs back to back for my 1st day would have been way too hard. So I got home at 2 and put my pajamas on and watched movies all day. Needed that break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be really scary. Today at Sams all I did basically was do the computer based learning tests then only for a half hour I did my actual job. And tomorrow I guess no one who works in grocery will be there except for me, and I haven&apos;t been trained yet. Haha So hopefully Anna&apos;s mom will be there to help me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Dylan to get back so we can finish House of Wax. I like it so far. This guy who comes into the Harbor Market let me borrow it. I don&apos;t even know him so I thought that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now i&apos;m gonna eat and relax some more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2005 17:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well...Got the job at Sams. Beginning to think it was a huge mistake...There&apos;s so many other places I could work. Oh well, I&apos;ll just see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to work at the Harbor Market tonight. Really don&apos;t want to. I don&apos;t want to do anything anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 03:38:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I love Betta Fish...I have three of them now, and they are all so pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the most awesome pink Kiss hoodie today. Guess where I got it?! Fucking Wal-Mart. It was $17 and I absolutely love it. There was a smelly old lady there too. Oh my god, it was disgusting. I can&apos;t even talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a drug test for Sams Club today. It was kinda scary. I was in Watertown at fucking 10:50 this morning, driving around cause I didn&apos;t know where to go haha. I found it eventually tho. Some little medical office thingy in the weirdest location ever. But...Good thing I don&apos;t smoke pot. All I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully I&apos;ll have 2 jobs and I can afford an appartment and cool stuff like that. Maybe even my green Ford Focus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start relaxing. Certain issues have been making me so stressed out lately. The issues of time and money, when really I shouldn&apos;t be so stressed about either of them. I&apos;m only 18 years old...But i&apos;ll be worried about shit til I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is less than a month away. No big deal tho. 19...What can a person do when they&apos;re 19? Nothing an 18 year old can&apos;t do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start having more fun...We all do. We&apos;re only here for so long.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 04:43:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m asking for a pool table for Christmas. The only thing i&apos;ll ask for, and I want it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...Gotta work tmr. I really don&apos;t want to. But I have 2 days off after that, and hopefully Sams Club will be calling me soon about an interview so I can stop working at that stupid joke people like to call a store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I&apos;m debating whether or not I should get another Betta Fish. I&apos;ll be a collector! Oh man. I was disapointed. Dylan and I went to Wal Mart today, and I saw the Betta Fish I almost got last time, and some couple went right up to him and took him! I was so upset...I wanted him haha. Really tho. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I&apos;ll get another fish. I&apos;ll buy him a smaller bowl than I already have so he can fit on the shelf above my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan cleaned my whole room tonight. It looks so nice. I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2005 05:36:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an absolutely wonderful day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 03:35:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Wow...Great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird how one perfect day can make me forget about my shitty ass week. None of it even matters now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, huh...Dylan left his tip money on my desk. Just noticed, so I thought i&apos;d write it in here as alittle reminder that it&apos;s his so I don&apos;t take it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m totally gonna steal his little guy one of these days. It&apos;s alittle stuffed animal of his that he&apos;s had forever, and everytime i&apos;m at his house I try to steal it cause it&apos;s so freakin cute. I almost had him yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was great...Except for the whole time I was at work I had a freakin headache. Brandon is really nice. It&apos;s good to have someone to talk to while i&apos;m working. Makes it go by quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...To top off my night, Merisa got the movie The Notebook back from Alex I think. I&apos;ve been wanting to watch it forever but it was never here, now I have it. God, it&apos;s such a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing tho. Nick&apos;s betta fish hasn&apos;t died yet. He has been suffering for over a week now. I&apos;m thinking of fish euthanasia here. To freeze a dying fish to put it out of it&apos;s misery. Fish are coldblooded, so to kill them if they are suffering without causing any pain, you just freeze them. I wouldn&apos;t do it, mom will have to. Haha But they don&apos;t feel anything, they just go into a hibernation coma and go to sleep before they actually freeze. If he doesn&apos;t die in a few days, i&apos;ll do that. I hate to see him suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to watch The Notebook tonight. Maybe i&apos;ll wake up early tomorrow. I had a headache today, i&apos;m thinking it&apos;s because of the fact that i&apos;ve been sleeping in. Too much sleep gives me headaches.</description>
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  <lj:music>Fallout Boy</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2005 15:47:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yesterday was official sabatoge Alysha day...Fucking fat ass with no teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I haven&apos;t had a very good week.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 18:49:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;img style=&quot;width: 274px; height: 205px;&quot; src=&quot;http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y91/fentoozler812/memerisaxmasball.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I don&apos;t know where this pic came from, but I was looking around in my junk and I really like it. Sorry it&apos;s sideways haha.&lt;br&gt;
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I am totally in love with the Bloodhound Gang. So thanks Corey. Haha&lt;br&gt;
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Anyway, I have to work tonight at 5. Don&apos;t want to at all but I think
i&apos;ll be out early cause i&apos;m working with Brandon. His first day or so
closing by himself we were out by 9:25. So we should be out even
earlier tonight. &lt;br&gt;
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Everyone download the song i&apos;m listening to right now. You&apos;ll like it, guarenteed.&lt;br&gt;
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Dylan&apos;s first day of work is tonight. He must be on his way there right now. Good luck Dylan!&lt;br&gt;
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Dear God, &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please don&apos;t let the store be busy tonight.&lt;br&gt;
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You know what I hate? People asking God for favors like that. I think
that when most people pray, they pray for things for them. Winning the
lottery and shit like that. Do you really think that if you pray about
totally selfish things, God is gonna care? Really...I don&apos;t pray. I
like to believe the things I accomplish are because of me. If I were to
pray, I would pray for someone else.&lt;br&gt;
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I feel like changing the looks of my lj...So i&apos;m gonna :)&lt;br&gt;
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 00:26:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;I wanna boink the deli boy&quot;</description>
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  <description>My fault...Again. Wouldn&apos;t you know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s it matter? I&apos;m just a loser fucking college drop out anyway, right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you wouldn&apos;t be so god damn mean to me at this point in my life.</description>
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  <description>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&apos;M BORED, YOU&apos;RE BORED, HERE ARE SOME RANDOM QUESTIONS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU CURRENTLY GROUNDED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i dont get grounded &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU SNORE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i dont think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;lover &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT&apos;S YOUR WORST FEAR?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;spiders, the dark...to die young &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;wicked &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF &quot;REALITY&quot; TV?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;dumb...but so addictive &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;who doesnt? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;of course ;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;white &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS BARBIE SEXY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;lol, not if she were real &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yup &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no, i choose life &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;um...i can juggle lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT&apos;S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;anywhere warm on a beach &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS JAY LENO FUNNY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;CAN YOU SWIM?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;um...duh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVE &quot;DONNIE DARKO&quot;?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;omg yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU A VIRGIN?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;maybe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE OZONE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i dont really think about it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;depends on how hard you suck, lmao &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;what kind of a question is that?  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT&apos;S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;dont do it, its mean &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;i think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;seems like everything, but only in the summer :( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID &quot;I LOVE YOU&quot;?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;today &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;um no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;cooked &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE BLONDES DUMB?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;who knows...i dont have any matching pairs &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;1:00pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;hahaha, ask dylan...theres plenty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS MCDONALD&apos;S DISGUSTING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;deffinitly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHO&apos;S YOUR HERO?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;hm...spiderman lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU IN LOVE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;this morning at 3:30 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;showers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS SANTA CLAUSE REAL?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;he was when i was little &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yea &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;hells yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;hard to say...lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER OR REGULAR?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;neither, unless its in a reeses &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no, thats gross &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;once &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah, i never hear my alarm go off &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;blue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HOW LOUD DO YOU SNEEZE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;not loud &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;not right now, certain parts suck &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT&apos;S YOUR BEST FRIEND&apos;S NAME?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;anna &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHO&apos;S BETTER: STONE COLD OR THE ROCK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;they both suck &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU PSYCHIC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU READ &quot;CATCHER IN THE RYE&quot;?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;when i was little &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;CAN YOU SKATEBOARD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;hell no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU EVER STOLEN ANYTHING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;kinda, i dont like the dirty part &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU HORNY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU SNORT WHEN YOU LAUGH?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;all magic is fake &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE DOGS A MAN&apos;S BEST FRIEND?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no, if you get married stay together...duh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT&apos;S ON YOUR MOUSEPAD?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;um...some kind of animal spots &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;ARE YOU A RACIST?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;IS IT COLD OUTSIDE TODAY?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;yep &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DOES SIZE MATTER?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;um...yea? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;eggs, english muffin, and sausage &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;on my toes, having it on ur fingers it just comes off in like an hour &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KISSED?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;duh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;WHAT&apos;S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;that damn &quot;huge&quot; car commercial &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/S17647/I&amp;#39;M_BORED,_YOU&amp;#39;RE_BORED,_HERE_ARE_SOME_RANDOM_QUESTIONS..html&quot; title=&quot;I&amp;#39;M BORED, YOU&amp;#39;RE BORED, HERE ARE SOME RANDOM QUESTIONS.&quot;&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com/surveys&quot; title=&quot;Bzoink Surveys&quot;&gt;Find more surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve been totally &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bzoink.com&quot; title=&quot;Bzoink&quot;&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 03:29:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>What would I do without you? I wouldn&apos;t have anybody...This will all blow over one of these days, but for right now I think it&apos;s gonna be pretty shitty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to get a second job. Stuff doesn&apos;t pay for itself.&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;Oh yeah...I&apos;m totally gonna write a book about my life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 02:48:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This weekend wasn&apos;t very eventful, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan accidently spent the night on Saturday. Yes-accidently. We were up watching the movie Constantine in my room, and just sorta fell asleep. We woke up a few times in the night, but I guess we both said fuck it then went back to sleep. Finally he left at 5am. We went downstairs and my dad was coming out of the bathroom in his freakin underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I was telling my mom how Dylan accidently spent the night, and dad goes &quot;Yeah it was also an accident that Dylan saw me in my underwear at 5 in the morning.&quot; Haha I don&apos;t think they cared too much. But if they did...It was really an accident. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to work yesterday and today. Wasn&apos;t that bad tho. But i&apos;m so tired...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2005 02:20:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Just got out of work...Yeah, it sucked. There&apos;s a new kid working in deli, and I was teasing Dylan and telling him &quot;Yeah, did you see the new kid? Pretty cute huh?&quot; And shit, I was totally kidding but it was so funny. Haha...I&apos;m all yours Dylan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz came to the store tonight. Hope I can hang out with her sometime this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a break at work. It was like my 4th break since i&apos;ve started there. I hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so this entry was just so I could waste time so I won&apos;t have to do my homework. But, it&apos;s getting late, and if I don&apos;t start it now, i&apos;ll be up all night.</description>
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