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  <title>fuck these memories</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 23:44:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Go on.</title>
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  <description>lately things have been real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed bands from long island are either really good or they are god awful.</description>
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  <lj:music>taking back sunday&apos;s e.p. with jessie lacie</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:15:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>those we perfect nights.</title>
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  <description>a summer full of perfect nights.&lt;br /&gt;and these days would never be lived again.&lt;br /&gt;nothing will ever replace all those feelings shared.&lt;br /&gt;what everything ment and what we all lost.&lt;br /&gt;our feet rarely touched the ground and our heads never touched pillows.&lt;br /&gt;its was late night drives with windows down that kept us alive.&lt;br /&gt;it was the 4 closing walls and the innocence lost.&lt;br /&gt;knowing who your friends are and knowing what you have.&lt;br /&gt;what it was like to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing we’ll never get it back.&lt;br /&gt;so wave goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s all gone.&lt;br /&gt;but we were there.&lt;br /&gt;and we all sang along.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer of two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;easily the best summer of my life.&lt;br /&gt;the best friends i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;the greatest memories ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted the top half to be the newest hoodrich song.&lt;br /&gt;but, that wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that summer and i miss those friends.</description>
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  <lj:music>final fight &quot;rage&quot;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 23:54:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>cleaning out a closet.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;a shoe box full of memories.&lt;br /&gt;gone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 15:19:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>things fall apart.</title>
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  <description>i got my first pay check from american eagle.&lt;br /&gt;it barely covers my rent.&lt;br /&gt;im screwed.&lt;br /&gt;my credit report is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;ive got collections agencies after me from when i broke my hand.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt pay my credit card payments last month.&lt;br /&gt;all because i got fired because i liked someone.&lt;br /&gt;we werent even dating.&lt;br /&gt;i owe tiff 235$ for the electric bill due in 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;my cell phone bill is 100$ and past due by today.&lt;br /&gt;im turning my internet off when this month is up.&lt;br /&gt;and i have two loan payments coming up.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as tiff gets out of the shower im driving around and looking for jobs in the commons.&lt;br /&gt;in jess&apos;s car cause my gas light is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly.&lt;br /&gt;i will not have anywhere to live come june.&lt;br /&gt;i wont be able to get an apartment in my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;my credit is too far fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my mom last night.&lt;br /&gt;she asked how i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;i told her.&lt;br /&gt;she changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;didnt even offer up a &quot;hey you can move back home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.</description>
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  <lj:music>murs. LA.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 02:15:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>well...</title>
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  <description>one thing is going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may 13th. our potential first show.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;hoodrich&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 songs.&lt;br /&gt;7 complete.&lt;br /&gt;clocks in at about 11 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.intro.&lt;br /&gt;2.stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;3.(you&apos;re) undead.&lt;br /&gt;4.get&apos;cha head right.&lt;br /&gt;5.thrashin&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;6.bricks through windshields.&lt;br /&gt;7.fearless hipster killers.&lt;br /&gt;8.untitled...so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont give a fuck if anyone else likes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else fucking blows.&lt;br /&gt;cept jess.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 02:03:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>do you remember when you were young?</title>
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  <description>remember when you thought the world was small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i still thought that.&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;my new bands name is hoodrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably wont like us.&lt;br /&gt;thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to consolidate my debt, hopefully get a job with frank and then move to california next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it means selling what i can and buying a ticket and packing what clothes i can and just going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again my birthday came and went, mom and dad didnt call.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 23:02:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>no job.&lt;br /&gt;no money.&lt;br /&gt;new band.&lt;br /&gt;no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;new age.&lt;br /&gt;one year older.&lt;br /&gt;one year colder.&lt;br /&gt;a little less money.&lt;br /&gt;a little less sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer.&lt;br /&gt;new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;new begining.&lt;br /&gt;start over.&lt;br /&gt;get it right this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 10:07:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>tonight i stared at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;everything is such a mess&quot;&lt;br /&gt;in my head and on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay in bed and let movies play on repeat but i dont really watch them.&lt;br /&gt;tonight it was &quot;crash&quot; 3x&lt;br /&gt;last night it was garden state.2x&lt;br /&gt;before that was wet hot american summer.2x&lt;br /&gt;i think tomorrow i&apos;ll watch, a scanner darkly.5x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking hate distances more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;except my inability to fully understand what the fuck i am doing, in life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe another time, another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was there....if you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world could end, i wouldnt care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it does end.&lt;br /&gt;february 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to go stare at a wall.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 03:50:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>27. staring me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;26. years gone bye.&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;there&apos;s got to be something more.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2007 16:57:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>this isnt for you, so dont bother reading it. it wont make sense.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old man look at my life,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a lot like you were.&lt;br /&gt;Old man look at my life,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a lot like you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man look at my life,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty four&lt;br /&gt;and there&apos;s so much more&lt;br /&gt;Live alone in a paradise&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think of two.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( at twenty four i thought thirty was so far away, now im turning 27 this year and it is scaring the shit out of me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love lost, such a cost,&lt;br /&gt;Give me things&lt;br /&gt;that don&apos;t get lost.&lt;br /&gt;Like a coin that won&apos;t get tossed&lt;br /&gt;Rolling home to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( the word love is an idea i have become obcessed with, i want it again. i had it once, bu ti tossed it aside, it never rolled back home, not to me anyway, too little too late, its been years since i had a legit girlfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old man take a look at my life&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;the whole day through&lt;br /&gt;Ah, one look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell that&apos;s true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i&apos;ve hurt many girls and i did it cause i was a bitter angry person, im not proud of it, it happened. can&apos;t change the past. i hate sex, im through with it, i used it as a weapon, i hate it, it hate what it did, i hate how cheap it has become. i made it cheap, my actions. my bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lullabies, look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Run around the same old town.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&apos;t mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;To mean that much to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( im sick of this town and the people in it. going nowhere in a nowhere town, im afraid to leave, what about my brothers? what about my friends. that was me every other time i had the chance. time to be selfish, but i can&apos;t. i want to take justin, matt, adam and brandon with me. show them that there is so much more. they mean the world to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&apos;ve been first and last&lt;br /&gt;Look at how the time goes past.&lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;m all alone at last.&lt;br /&gt;Rolling home to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i&apos;ve been loved i&apos;ve been hated, i found alot of fake friendships and at the end of the night i still walk home alone. this isnt a home, this is a place i keep my shit till i find a real home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old man take a look at my life&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a lot like you&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to love me&lt;br /&gt;the whole day through&lt;br /&gt;Ah, one look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell that&apos;s true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my eyes arent brown, they arent hazel, they arent green or blue. they are jaded but not defeated. i made them this way, i&apos;ve been looking too hard. my fingers hurt from working too hard, my legs ache from treading this water, but getting nowhere, stagnant in a pit of mediocrity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old man look at my life,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a lot like you were.&lt;br /&gt;Old man look at my life,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m a lot like you were.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( by the time my father was my age he had five children...i can&apos;t even keep my fucking room clean, times have changed. i&apos;m nothing like my father, then again i am just like him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it new years day.&lt;br /&gt;happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;eat shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m scared to death what this year may bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, you never pushed me to acheive anything.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 22:09:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ll be 27 in about two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not cool.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 10:23:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>im holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;today was alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;this week was alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;its 521 am.&lt;br /&gt;im going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;-me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 06:12:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>my family makes me smile more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john boughton.&lt;br /&gt;chris gully.&lt;br /&gt;madden 95.&lt;br /&gt;watchu know about that?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 21:07:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>today.</title>
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  <description>dis·con·tent   (dĭs&apos;kən-těnt&apos;)    &lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;1. Absence of contentment; dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;         2. A restless longing for better circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;   3. One who is discontented.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 05:44:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>when you say x-mas, you are taking the christ out of christmas.</title>
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  <description>im quitting my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick nolte and gary busey are definately the same person. you never see them in  movies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is around the corner. i havent bought anyone shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best gift i can get this year, i&apos;ve already gotten. a flikr account. i&apos;ve found inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you are the jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it will cut in to my picture taking time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 15:27:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/143/320183220_43d5f196b1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;if columbus was wrong i&apos;d drive straight off the edge.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 07:16:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>lighthouse trip was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i wish a few others came and or were able to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pics later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topless frozen beach party.&lt;br /&gt;i leave adam and jared alone for a few minutes and next thing i know adam is being photographed with a seagull on his shoulders.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 06:00:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>today i ate taco bell, fuck it, if it kills me it&apos;s probably worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are the descendents so god damn good?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Dec 2006 10:00:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>4:57 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wearing shorts and drove home with the window down.&lt;br /&gt;this is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;on the bridge i stopped and rolled all the windows down and took life in.&lt;br /&gt;it passes you by before you realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it, no regrets. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im paying my bills and trying to save money and get my chest tattooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new brand new cd is dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boca burgers cooked on a skillet are dope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ride me before the park closes at sun set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t wait to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause, dispite what people say, i&apos;m doing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it has to do with lots&apos;a lovin&apos; and it ain&apos;t nuthin&apos; nice.&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>tribe called quest &quot;electric relaxation&quot;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 04:17:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.ilikemusic.com/images/article_images/full/ladysovereign200.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2006 02:50:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>im so sick of everyone refering to me as old.&lt;br /&gt;its finally gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;when i was young i learned a game.&lt;br /&gt;love and happiness were the same.&lt;br /&gt;now im older and i don&apos;t play.&lt;br /&gt;i found out the hardest way.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dramarama &quot;anything, anything&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;we&apos;re getting older but we&apos;re acting younger.&lt;br /&gt;we should be smarter but were getting dumber.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jawbreaker &quot;do you still hate me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;fuck you.&lt;/small&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 06:50:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>christmas is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;im sleeping all thanksgiving day.&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;b&gt;this just in!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow:secretdairyproductconsumption</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Apr 2006 04:19:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>the world goes round, none of this matters. today i sat in a car and i heard a child say that her favorite part of the bible,(she made someone read to her) was when the earth was empty. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;no lakes, no people, no animals, well...maybe lakes&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 02:36:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this is all so pointless.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 05:15:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>tonight, i would have given anything to have a car.</description>
  <lj:music>head high - &quot;17 years&quot;</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">head high - &quot;17 years&quot;</media:title>
  <lj:mood>nothing.</lj:mood>
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