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  <title>suck on this, freud !!1</title>
  <subtitle>my name is rachael</subtitle>
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    <name>my name is rachael</name>
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  <updated>2006-03-17T06:15:12Z</updated>
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    <title>shinking gerl</title>
    <published>2006-03-17T06:15:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-17T06:15:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it's almost the end of my freshman year in college. so much has changed, so much has happened, so much has evolved... both good and bad. alot of the bad things i don't regret, but wish i could have changed it while i had the chance. one thing i'm very happy about is the person i chose to be with seriosuly, and, of course, my room mate.. because she's pretty perfect for me. &lt;br /&gt;this year has gone by so quickly, but so fucking slow at the same time. i don't really know how i got through the year alive. it has been very stressful, but i think once i know what i'm going to do, everything will feel alot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring break was too short. waaaaaaaaaaay too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think acdfa is going to be a very good experience for me. i get to perform. after that, i guess i'll see if i really want to go the rest of my life dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, for those who have been pissed at me in the past, are currently pissed at me presently, or have the idea that would be pissed at me in the future, i have realized that i am stupid. and very stupid at that. but im working on it, because i know what to work on. yes i am done being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw mark. i miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND now that i have said all there is to say ( and why the hell be heard?) i am retiring the stupid live journal. i decided that expressing my bitchy opinions to others isnt neccessary and reading my bitchy opinions isnt very important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ready to grow up now. (we are all about to change           ?  )</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2006-01-29T01:39:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-29T18:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-29T18:38:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love how college in these stupid dorms seems to be just a bitter repeat of highschool. i cant trust anybody here except my room mate. honesty is very lacking here. and its really obnoxious to know that people you thought cared about you or thought were your good friends just stab you in the back any chance they can get for pleasure from others or to find content within themselves. if youre going to talk shit, why still come around? and if everything is over and done with, move the fuck on and quit talking shit. &lt;br /&gt; im really sick of this drama, and im sure everyone believes that it always seems to be lingering over me. im not the one causing drama. if people would just stay out of my shit and let me live the way i want to, nobody will have to get involved and all of this shit wouldnt have happened in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;i  can believe how this has been delt with with so much immaturity, and the truth is, it makes me sick. stop being such fucking little girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oppose? disagree? then lets fight. ill show you what its like to be a fucking immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dooooooooooooneeee bitchesssssssssssssssssssss</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2006-01-21T23:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-22T04:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-22T04:17:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i realized how much i love my life here and couldnt ask for anything more. today was tough, but it feels so good to sweat. i must go iceskatinggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu mMNDV you kknow i will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thishits gayyyy crack that fo tay</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wathehellokitty:152455</id>
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    <title>fucking puppies are the shit</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T05:57:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T06:03:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">after a lot of thinking, i have come to the conclusion that change occurs every second of every minute of every hour of every day. but it seems to happen so quickly, that you don't even know what hit you until it is too late to save, or even fix anything that might disappear. or when it hits you, too much time has already passed and whatever you had has been gone for so long that it is unable to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has changed over the past years and months and days and minutes. everyone has changed so much. everyone has grown and found their place, or at least their path. they have found their someone forever, or at least temporarily. they have discovered who they are and who they want to become. and everyone is happy, or at least conent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every time i think about how satisfied they feel, i realize how unstaisfied i am. i am the same person i was three minutes ago, three days ago, three months ago. i am dreaming for someone with too high of expectations. i don't know who i am and i am striving to become something that is unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i believe i am in love with someone who wants nothing to do with me. that he is busy with his own, new way of life. sometimes i believe my best friends are never going to be around anymore. they are busy with their new way of life. and sometimes i believe that although i live a different life, in a different city, at a different school, with different people, and different freedoms, my life remains exactly the same. maybe everyone is happier the way things are now. maybe i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all shit now. nothing i had is ever coming back.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you but im done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wathehellokitty:152301</id>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-12-24T03:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T21:21:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T21:21:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i do not know why i am writing in this today, now, but i just felt like i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in florida. and finally the sun has been out for the past few days. i have never felt so good in my life. this weather makes me realize how its really possible to escape the frigid, depressing weather back as home. its nice to see the ocean, although i am quite disappointed with its non attractive color and the three inch waves. but its ocean. and i fell in it. i saw a dolphin really close right off of the shore. it made me happy but sad because i want to swim with them so bad. and avoid the creepy, carnivorous baracudas that like jewlery and shiny nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finally gotten over the asshole who decided to go for another rachel instead. oddly enough, it feels good because i dont have to worry anymore. although, i am still slightly lonely, i do not want any relationship. i need just need a male companion to have fun with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be the first winter break that ill be home for. i think ill be home monday night. but im so dumb i dont even know when exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can see the people i usually dont get to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that concludes my tale.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.</content>
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    <title>so if i hold you in my arms, i wont dance</title>
    <published>2005-11-23T21:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-23T22:44:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i just cleaned mine and megs room. now i am coming home. i better still get my starbucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is early:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December Departmental Concert&lt;br /&gt;December 9 &amp; 10  (8PM), 11 (3PM)&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Allesee Studio Theatre/ 3317 Old Main&lt;br /&gt;$12 General/$6 Student ID &amp; Seniors&lt;br /&gt;Tickets at the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come see me dance if you have nothing else to do</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-11-08T15:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-08T21:00:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-08T21:00:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate you</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wathehellokitty:151450</id>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-10-25T01:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T05:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T05:26:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love how fucking idiots think they rule the world. &lt;br /&gt;karmas going to come back and kick you in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it happens before i do.</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-10-21T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-21T19:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-21T19:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am kind of upset right now. my life always seems to revolve around dance, so that is mostly the one thing that is bothering me. i feel like im not improving at all. i dont really feel like im going anywhere, and the only place i feel confident with myself is improv because i feel like that is the only thing i can do right. my technique isnt improving at all, and i still continue to work on it, but i feel like nothing is happening. i met with my ballet and my modern teacher this week. they both said that my technique is poor and im not adjusting very well. my modern teacher said she was worried about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that i guess im sweet.</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-10-08T15:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-08T19:50:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-08T19:50:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i havent felt so good about dance in a while.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i decided to go.</content>
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    <title>beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeep</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T14:53:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T14:53:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Leave your name and&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in. (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.</content>
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    <title>home</title>
    <published>2005-10-02T22:51:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-02T22:51:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i came home this weekend. i guess it was kind of nice to see my family and my puppy. i kind of caught up alot on my sleep, since ive been a party woman for the past two weeks. i still have to do homework and i left all my shit up at school, so i couldnt finish it here. lame. so, when i get back to my room, what i get to do is research marijuana and find facts that support it being wrong. ironic. i also get to hang up all the laundry i did. ew i dont wanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back is still fucked up from a week ago. my right side is swollen and everytime ii breathe, i get a pain up my spine. i talked to one of my teachers and she said that i could have done something to one of my ribs. if i did, that would suck, because more of my money gets to be spent on crappy shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night was one of the best and weirdest nights of my life. i love stephy and kyria and even brad cause he bought me dinner. that bastard. i guess well have to pay him back, or i guess steph can pay him back in a way i am not able to.............. HEheheheheehHEHheHEHEhehHEheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my dog so much.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back so i can get this shit done.&lt;br /&gt;i love detroit.</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-09-30T01:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T05:27:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T05:27:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am currently away at college, at wayne state university, dancing my ass off. but i guess its good for my body and my health. the one exception here is that i eat cookies for breakfast and crave cake at the end of everyday. i guess i need to cut down on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am coming home on saturday. tomorrow i got dance, and im going to see my friends band play, and then to some party. well see how that goes. ive just been hanging around here, nothing too exciting occurs. but dont get me wrong, im definatley having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys are so damn goofy. goofy boys and their goofy intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats enough out of me for now.</content>
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    <title>texas?????????????????????????????????????</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T04:58:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T04:58:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ra  chaa  ael: EW OMG STEPH&lt;br /&gt;ra  chaa  ael: JOHN SKAGGS!&lt;br /&gt;Angelgirlie5514: AHHHHHHHHHHH</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-08-16T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T04:18:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-16T04:18:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm stressed. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;relationships are sometimes so hard to deal with. when you feel one way, but you know it's wrong. i don't really want to start something too serious because i'm going to college and i'm not sure who i will meet there, or anywhere, for that matter. i just want to keep all my options open, but it's just there, right in front of me. memories are flooding my mind and i can help but accept them. HUAHKLdhsfjkshaldsalfd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqua teen is amazing, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;and so is ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;8675309</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-08-14T02:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T06:52:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T06:52:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;must i stress it any more? the lampshades are staring at you</content>
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    <title>get this fucking veil off of me.</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T23:41:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T23:41:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i need new male companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE FOREVER LOVE IS FREE&lt;br /&gt;LETS TURN FOREVER YOU AND ME</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-08-05T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-06T03:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T23:41:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i awoke today to the most surreal feeling in the world. i had to leave everone i have been living with for a month. i had to wake up extra early for a stupid stretch class with stupid wayne. but i guess it felt good. i took alot of pictures and sweat alot from standing in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were "stretching" on stage and i saw my family pour into the "auditorium", i felt like so much weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. it is so weird to not see someone for so long and then see them. its like a dream, its hard to believe that you were ever away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our performance sucked and i laughed my ass off;.fucking piece of shit dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and molly had a lunch date at the cantina. it was supurb. enjoying our last bag of shit candy and say goodbyes to the cantina men. im going to miss gangster ron and that crazy nerd man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw max. it was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about what everyone might be doing. anneke is probably getting touched. heather is probably touching. molly is probably recieving touchings from all my asian men. and bekki, shes gettin touched too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET I AINT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have strep throat and an ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be home sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peccccccccccce</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-08-03T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T22:05:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-03T22:05:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i return fairly soon from my monthly voyage to beautiful and exciting philadelphia. friday i must be packed up and ready to leave after our performance. i am fucking sad as hell. i am going to miss the people i met here, espescially my fuckin sweet room mates whom i have greatly bonded with over the past few weeks. tomorrow i am off the shampoo, a totally hip and hot club, where me and my girls, and maybe some charming fellows, will spend our very last moments together. i am sad and i am sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have discovered so much over these past weeks. a fucking cruunch bar has fuckin like 2 or 5 grams of protien. that is so weird and sweet at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is fried. i will see you all maybe monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, peace, and chicken grease. !!!!!!</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-07-20T12:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-20T17:03:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-20T17:03:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sometimes when i think about going back home, i get kind of sick. i mean, i miss my family, and i miss my friends, but sometimes i feel like its just all a mistake to go home. maybe i really am better off here. where i can meet new people and make new friends and do whatever i basically want. im finally on my own now. so im livin it upppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair. like a week ago. its above my shoulders. i happen to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we bought lingerie for my friend, molly, because her birthday is comming up soon. we are throwing her a penis party. we went to condom kingdom and got penis balloons and were going back to get penis straws, penis plasticware? and crap like that. it will be sweet i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont like imacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going clubbing tomorrow night. that will be sweet. im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not coming back online anymore. ever. bye</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-07-18T18:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T22:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T22:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am in philly. i fuckin love it. i dont want to go home. this city is cool nshyyy. i just got back from modern and im sweaty and gross. i think i pinched a neccessary nerve in my back. i also have a serious case of the heartburns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss people. but you should come over here. its way better than, ha ha ha ha, farmington hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE PEACE AND CHICKEN GREASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please comment. now!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cause im sweet lyk dat</content>
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    <title>i ate chinese. and i feel chinese. because i am chinese. partially</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T23:54:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T23:54:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am writing now because this is probably the only time ill have a chance to. i've been really busy. i have alot of shit that im bringing, so i hope my roomate wont be pissed that i have alot. maybe my room mate will be a stupid bitch and i wont care.......... sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just wanted to say that i'm really sorry to those of you whom i said i would call and/or hang out with before i leave and didn't live up to my word. i lost my cell phone, so i lost all the numbers. thats probably why i didnt call you back. also, dave, im really sorry i fucked you over. today was a busy day, and i didnt get a chance to check my phone until now. ill make it up to you, baby, i promizee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks i am a compulsive liar. i am not. unless i am and i just can't admit it because i am a liar. i feel kind of shitty that she feels like she cant trust me anymore. i want to be a good girl and i want to make her proud. thats why i am done with everything. thats bad at least. or maybe thats not neccessarily bad, but just not sweet. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the last night im writing for a while. i mean, ill be back eventually, but for the meantime, i am going away and i am going to be busy. i am going to miss everyone so much, espescially my maxy baby, and i wont forget about anyone. you can call me, i would love to talk to you, i just dont know your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE HAVE A NICE JULY N SHYT PEOPLELELELELLELE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lizove peace and chicken grease mother fuckerssssssssss.</content>
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    <title>wathehellokitty @ 2005-07-07T11:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T15:12:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T15:12:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my old cellular phone numero back.&lt;br /&gt;you know, sillys, the one that starts with the 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dont have anybodys number anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am packing. i cant find my leotards.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 DAYS.</content>
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    <title>down in a hole, jesus tries to crack a smile.</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T03:28:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T03:30:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must state that i am so entirely bored that it isnt funny. i wish i wasnt in michigan. thats ironic. although i enjoy it at the same time. it was nice out today, and i was working on the yard with my family. i didnt enjoy that too much. therefore, today kind of sucked. alot. hopefully ill be allowed to go out tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;  i need some good lovin. fizasst motha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beneath another shovel load.&lt;br /&gt;and i heard it in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw it in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was the end.&lt;br /&gt;thought it was the fourth of july.</content>
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    <title>ill tie your legs, keep you agianst my chest</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T18:49:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T18:49:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night i did an extreme amount of thinking. i thought about philadelphia, boys, me, my future, friends, conlficts, and situations that i have been involved in the past few days. half of the time i wasnt myself, which probably made me think about shit even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, philadelphia. SWEET. ill recieve an awesome experience and hopefully decent dance training. but i leave friday. and im gone for a month. so ive got to pack my total life + my dance shit. i havent even begun. im not really looking forward to that, but i have to do it eventually. so i should start pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys. i dont know what i want right now just yet. i guess time is on my side with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to be poor the rest of my life if i dedicate myself to dance. i bought some jazz shoes for fucking fifty bucks. that wiped me out clean. i dont even like jazz shoes. that was a harsh reality check. but whatever. as long as i like what im doing, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad about some things. but ill have to talk about them eventually with those people. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno im writing random useless shit. my breath stinks. i tried to make coolaide and we didnt have enough sugar so it tasted terrifying. so i drank chocolate milk and ate spaghettios. i wish i had root beer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChowBoyBwebop: hey butthead</content>
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