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  <updated>2007-09-03T02:06:11Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:24036</id>
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    <title>even goddamned longer</title>
    <published>2007-09-03T02:06:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-03T02:06:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">not in jail&lt;br /&gt;have girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and job&lt;br /&gt;still up north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:23787</id>
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    <title>it's been awhile hasn't it?</title>
    <published>2006-09-07T12:31:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-07T12:31:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok since i'm tapped out and don't particularly want to type much... here's an update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Myers has been married off to a rather nice guy named Lionel and they are now expecting a child. Parts of it hurt but I'm genuinely happy for the both of them, it's about damn time she's happy. She has a nice smile......&lt;br /&gt;I left FL for the time being... I so wish to return. I'm currently in New England (despite being en route to Cali.. but more on the reasons why..... )&lt;br /&gt;was arrested for assault and Battery! Remember kids don't get into a fistfight with your bro in the North, these yanks just don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;have a courtdate for the 10th of October.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everone in Fl immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tah all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:23381</id>
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    <title>wake me up</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T03:33:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-01T03:33:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I honestly believe that if there is a god then there must be a plan and that plan is what each of our roles in this game are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means there must be one example of every person so at least one person has to be the personification of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone personifies happiness and another will personify suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone I've ever loved leaves.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:23268</id>
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    <title>and then the good day went bad</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T16:45:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T16:45:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">after my time on the computer was through I returned home. Called Kim only to find that she's in the hospital with a cracked skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Myers the same person who'd invited me to live with her, I call to get her current bf telling me that her ex bodyslammed her onto the ground and cracked her head open, not only that but she'd been cutting herself, for reasons not yet explained, and that is apparently why he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's irrelevant no man EVER hurts a lady EVER, hell Myers tried to fucking STAB ME (yes I know I should've seen it coming....) and I didn't lay a hand on her. The ex? He's trying to give us shit like we shouldn't be mad. Either way he's hiding now, which is smart since there are ALOT of people pissed at him, myself included you don't hurt that girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim blames herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is currently in the very same mental hospital I was in not a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family moves in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have gone downhill.</content>
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    <title>having a good day</title>
    <published>2006-07-27T22:48:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-27T22:48:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">saw my ex and got laid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally have a new home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO CRAPPY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY BEER!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:22768</id>
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    <title>got new job</title>
    <published>2006-07-22T15:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-22T15:48:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">after the shit storm that was my earlier job I now have a new one. Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my self esteem is taking a hit, let me tell you I hunt for a good job and no one calls back (however Target has mastered the avoidance angle by sending my a rejection letter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ONE DAY into slumming it in the fast food world and I get a job, hell I have two offers (the one totally confirmed incidently is the first one I applied at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other things my ex the mormon returns. Should be interesting to say the least, hell I've already been promised sex and enough time has elapsed so I don't have any hangups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell it isn't like this will be the first ex I hooked back up with.&lt;br /&gt;On the girl front I'm trying to hook up with a new young lady, very similar to the lesbian actually, excepy you know.... straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I saw Clerks 2 Good movie a fitting ending</content>
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    <title>something to remember</title>
    <published>2006-07-05T18:42:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-05T18:42:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://fugitivehound.livejournal.com/223013.html"&gt;http://fugitivehound.livejournal.com/223013.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:21921</id>
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    <title>personality test take 2</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T00:08:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T00:08:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">same as the one I did before. Compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion |||||||||| 33% &lt;br /&gt;Stability |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Orderliness |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Accommodation |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Interdependence |||| 16% &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Mystical |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Religious || 10% &lt;br /&gt;Hedonism |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Materialism |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Narcissism |||| 16% &lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Work ethic |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Self absorbed |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Conflict seeking |||||||||||||||||| 76% &lt;br /&gt;Need to dominate |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt; Romantic |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Avoidant |||||| 23% &lt;br /&gt;Anti-authority |||||||||||||||||||| 83% &lt;br /&gt;Wealth |||||| 23% &lt;br /&gt;Dependency |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Change averse |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Cautiousness |||||||||||||||||| 76% &lt;br /&gt;Individuality |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Sexuality |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Peter pan complex |||||| 23% &lt;br /&gt;Physical security |||| 16% &lt;br /&gt;Physical fitness |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Histrionic |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Paranoia |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Vanity |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Hypersensitivity |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Female cliche |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy, depressed, introverted, feels invisible, does not make friends easily, nihilistic, reveals little about self, fragile, dark, bizarre, feels undesirable, dislikes leadership, reclusive, weird, irritable, frequently second guesses self, unassertive, unsympathetic, low self control, observer, worrying, phobic, suspicious, unproductive, avoidant, negative, bad at saving money, emotionally sensitive, does not like to stand out, dislikes large parties, submissive, daydreamer</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:21649</id>
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    <title>results of colorbased personality test</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T23:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T23:55:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Your Existing Situation &lt;br /&gt;Acts in an orderly, methodical, and self-contained manner. Needs the sympathetic understanding of someone who will give him recognition and approval. &lt;br /&gt;Your Stress Sources &lt;br /&gt;Unfulfilled hopes have led to uncertainty and apprehension. Needs to feel secure and to avoid any further disappointment, and fears being passed over or losing standings and prestige. Doubts that things will be any better in the future and this negative attitude leads him to make exaggerated demands and to refuse to make reasonable compromises. &lt;br /&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics &lt;br /&gt;Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense.&lt;br /&gt;Feels trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation and seeking some way of gaining relief. Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity providing no turmoil or emotional agitation is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Desired Objective &lt;br /&gt;Considers the existing circumstances disagreeable and over-demanding. Refuses to allow anything to influence his point of view. &lt;br /&gt;Your Actual Problem &lt;br /&gt;Disappointment and the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals have led to anxiety, emptiness, and an unadmitted self-contempt. His refusal to admit this leads to his adopting a headstrong and defiant attitude.</content>
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    <title>,,,,,</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T22:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T22:59:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone I cared a great deal for fucked up. I won't name names, but she does share a name with a famous horror movie slasher. Long story short I arranged for her to meet a very important member of my family, actually the most important one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I didn't spring this on her, she knew about it a full month (roughly) prior to the person's arrival. She agreed to meet her, and even seemed enthusiastic about the venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she kept true to form. Day One: I never get ahold of her until it is too late to see one another (blamed on faulty cell phone), i'm annoyed but I make plans for the next day, as I'd be getting off work at a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I'll call at such and such a time. What happens when I call? I'm screamed at (well to be honest I didn't get an answer at first, thinking the phone might still be screwy I keep calling, turns out she was ignoring the phone) and then hung up on. Just so you know, I fucking hate being hung up on, and she's the main reason why, but to understand that you'd need our full history together and I don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed again, mostly for the rude response, I wait and call again, but this time closer to the time I'm supposed to pick her up (I called about two hours early ,NOON, in order for her to get ready) and once again I'm screamed at and as I'm asking if the day is cancelled, I'm hung up on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know she was mad because I woke her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now assuming that it's cancelled ( and considering how I was yelled at and rudely hung up on it's not surprising I thought this). I tell those involved she's not coming and I go on my way. She then calls (not me, but the cell phone I was using to call her) roughly 15 minutes to a half an hour afterI was screamed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was nearly two weeks ago, I have not spoken to her yet. The person she was to meet? Left two days after the incident, and will never return to this state.... for private reasons. So the very last chance for her to meet her, and she blows me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not raring mad, but I don't know what to do with her, I know I'll eventually get over it, but why should I? She'll just keep doing this again and again, she doesn't repsect or even care about me it seems. Hell she only acts like she cares when it appears I'm about to leave her life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, btw, is an ex that is now a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think she'd fall in love with me if I died.</content>
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    <title>Ok, am I an asshole?</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T22:41:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T22:41:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">seriously here, many of you reading this either have known me in the real world, or have been witness to many of my messagebord/livjournal/myspace posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in essence of that: what am I? A nice guy? Weird, conflicted, or just a fucking prick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please be honest, not nice</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:20799</id>
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    <title>hangin' with the ex</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T21:58:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-02T21:58:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">beyond strange let me tell you. There are many many cofused/pissed off emotions to place down, but I simply cannot find the right words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however I am not what one would call "being in a good mood," and I'm starting to realize that just about every woman I've really cared about or loved simply used me.</content>
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    <title>The Tradition continues</title>
    <published>2006-05-02T21:26:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-08T19:20:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what the tradition is and to what I refer to, well only one who reads my words here will know what I mean.</content>
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    <title>the more they change the more they stay the same....</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T18:43:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T18:43:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1999:&lt;br /&gt;I work at Burger King next to the mall. I'm single, nearly all the people I associate with are gay and I'm watching Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 I work at Burger King next to the mall. I'm single, nearly all the people I associate with are gay and I'm watching Rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just noticed that.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:19486</id>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-03-02T12:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T17:51:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-02T17:51:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20030910h.jpg"&gt;http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20030910h.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still giggling about that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this, there's apparently a new serial killer out there, more details when I feel amused</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:19264</id>
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    <title>FUCK VALENTINE'S DAY</title>
    <published>2006-02-14T20:52:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-14T20:52:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yeah, there I said it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:19072</id>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-02-09T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T21:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-09T21:54:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Work is tomorrow, and in a few days it will be my birthday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy happy day.... :(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:18873</id>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-02-07T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T20:54:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T20:54:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The only way to tell my Dad something is to write it on a note, and tie it to a brick, and throw it through a window. Of course, now Dad's armed with a brick</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:18522</id>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-02-07T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T20:52:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T20:52:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It should be a law. Everyone should have to own a gun. In fact, if you get caught outside your house without your gun, you get a ticket. And you get shot in the leg. Just to prove their point. &lt;br /&gt; Think about it. There'd be no more car jackings.  &lt;br /&gt; Bag boys would be more courteous.  &lt;br /&gt; And people in general would just be a lot friendlier. &lt;br /&gt;I want everybody to get behind this law. Because the first couple of years, a lot of us are gonna die! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I'm stealing from Titus</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:18402</id>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-02-07T15:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T20:48:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T20:48:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Many massacres have happened when people yell "surprise"! Pearl Harbor. The Tet Offensive. My uncle's 50th birthday party</content>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-02-07T15:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T20:33:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T20:33:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After Jesus turned water into wine, Mr. T turned that wine into blood and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. When the smoke settled all that remained was a giant wooden "T" and Jesus knew he was in trouble.</content>
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    <title>shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck and so on....</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T20:15:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T20:15:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Death is a good thing! Just go with me on this for a sec ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's good thing when it's someone evil,depraved,mormon, or maybe that ex of yours that broke your damn heart six and a half years ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say death is at least good closure; sure as hell was for me when I learned my ex Michelle was slabbed toe tagged and in a bag home to momma. Brief recap: Ws the first girl I really fell head over feet for we saw Episode 1 together and I really wanted that one to work. It didn't (who didn't see that coming?) Fast forward about a 3 years later I've recently split with Kim Myers and now on my way with another person, the breakup with Michelle still a might sore spot for me (fuck you, I'm sensitive dammit!) When lo' and behold.... I learn she's died in a car wreck in South Carolina! Sucks for her, but yay for me! See now I can totally let go. Fucked up? You bet, but to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fast forward to last Friday. I see her in my local Barnes and Nobles. There she fucking is, looks good all things considered. BUT.NOT.DEAD! Thankfully my feelings for her have drifted away so it isn't bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course I'll have to kill her. Some people are just better as corpses.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kylethoreau:17423</id>
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    <title>kylethoreau @ 2006-02-02T16:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T21:56:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The most powerful person in your life is the one that knows all your secrets and all your lies.</content>
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    <title>Revenge of the Fan</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T20:47:09Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T20:47:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I did what have wanted to do, take Revenge on Star Wars Prequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least Vent my frustrations. At work this afternoon (about two hours ago to be precise) I was given the task of disposing of the Star Wars watch display ( the one with Anakin and Vader side by side) and dispose of it did I ever! I DECAPITATED THAT WHINY BITCH!!!!!! The head's in my bag right now. After that I proceeded to shredd, slash, and when it was some how stuck to doorframe, BEAT that damn thing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have souvenirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside of that I was pimped out to another store for a few hours this morning (my manager's words, not mine). Fun place, it's within walking distance of every damn homeless outreach center in the city. I'll just let you figure out for yourselves what I encountered there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insane hobos and drugged out prostitutes! Surely these are my people. Now I see why Jesus hung with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..... off I go.</content>
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    <title>15 days</title>
    <published>2006-01-30T20:31:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-30T20:31:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In fifteen days I will be twenty four years old. Stop and think about that a little while. I'm fucking twenty four! Still working shitty fast food job (okay, I will admit my postition got better as time wore on, but you know....), and I'm back to being single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes I tend to get grouchy as my birthday approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the damn day for starters, hell it's fucking Valentine's Day, and eveyone here knows my love life; add to the mix general insanity of my life, well it's just shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Right now I'd like to just be with someone again, nothing beat the feeling of being loved by another (not to mention I miss sex.... but that's beside the point) I have people I occasionally talk to, but I know damn right well I'm forgotten shortly after our conversation has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, this isn't coming out right....</content>
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