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  <title>Definitely Maybe</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 05:21:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Porto Potty Blues</title>
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  <description>I keep praying&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/baycitynews/a/2006/05/09/body09.DTL&amp;amp;feed=rss.news&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is not the way I go........</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 23:39:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Victoria needs to give up her Secret</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m a sad excuse for a female.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know how many people this has happened to, but im considering its only me for the moment, just for effect.  I went to Victoria&apos;s Secret because 1) i feel i have a limited time to wear such items and 2) i happen to have someone to wear them for (omitting myself, of course).  I saw a cute little lacy black number and decided to have a go in the dressing room, which i usually avoid.  Alas, a HALF HOUR later, i emerged after a frustrating session trying to figure the damn thing out.  My general rule is &quot;if you cant figure it out, don&apos;t buy it&quot; which im sure are words of immense new wisdom.  My ears were bright red and i practically ran out trying to avoid admitting why the garment was twisted and inside out and tangled to hell.  Needless to say, Valentine&apos;s Day will not involve Victoria.....Damn her!  Who is this woman who creates things only to confuse and piss off other females???</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2006 00:07:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I KNOW ITS LONG....BUT IM COOL ENOUGH</title>
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  <description>1. What time did you get up this morning?  near noon....is the day wasted? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?  Both exist to make poor people want them and rich people not appreciate them...neither &lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?  The Producers.......awful dance choreography&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV Show/s? Desperate Houswives gets the number one spot.  Close seconds are Family Guy, American Dad, Gillmore girls (i dont know when that happened).  and its a good thing i have a friend with TiVo!!  &lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? I have trained myself out of breakfast....and don&apos;t tell me how stupid that is&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name?  Marisol  &lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite cuisines?  Italian, Italian, Italian.  oh and sour cream and cheese on everything until i am too large to stand&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike? CHICKEN  (watch the special about KFC chickens if you want to stop eating it) Slabs of meat, black pepper (makes me puke), sesame anything, and of course anything without sour cream involved.   &lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite chip flavor? Chips bite......honey dijon Kettle chips &lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?  The Format....Interventions blah blah&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive? A 105 year old lady&apos;s old car &lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sandwich? SANDWICHES ROCK!!! Ceaser sandwich complete with artichokes, avocado and parmesan (or romano?) cheese &lt;br /&gt;13. What characteristic do you despise? In other people? Pity  In myself? Sensitivity  &lt;br /&gt;14. What is your favorite clothing?  Jeans that actually fit exactly how i want them to (rarity)&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?  Italy with my mother, to the Sistine Chapel&lt;br /&gt;16. What color is your bathroom?  I do not know the answer to this question..&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite brand of clothing?  (eek) Gap  (sorry, its where i can find the right jeans!)&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your most memorable birthday? Im  hoping to eventually have one (who&apos;s gonna help? March 09, guys)&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite sport to watch?  Sports are an unnecessary part of our culture, NONE&lt;br /&gt;21. Furthest place you are sending this? Morocco&lt;br /&gt;22. Person you don&apos;t expect to send this back to you? The person who doesn&apos;t give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;23. Person you expect to send it back first? The person who gives the biggest shit (?)&lt;br /&gt;24. Goal you have for yourself?  Changes everyday.....&lt;br /&gt;25. What are your hobbies?   Guitar, running, guitar, music, guitar, drinking, and guitar&lt;br /&gt;26. When is your Anniversary?  For what? The first time i ate mashed potatoes? Ummmm.  December 4, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you a morning person or a night person?  Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your shoe size?  17 1/2&lt;br /&gt;29. Pet:  I have a pet panda, but she is angry a lot...maybe she&apos;s in heat? (do they do that?)&lt;br /&gt;30. Any new and exciting news you&apos;d like to share with us?  I don&apos;t like my panda all that much and im looking for a home for her..if you are interested....&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you want to be when you were little? i traipsed around in a tutu telling anyone who would listen that i wanted to be a vetrinarian.  &lt;br /&gt;32. What are you today?  A professional student&lt;br /&gt;33. What is your favorite candy?  no no....lets do my favorite pie.....banana cream&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your favorite flower?  Oleander......gorgeous on the outside, poison on the inside  (no resemblence to anyone in particular)&lt;br /&gt;35. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to?  My fake anniversary  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, i NEVER do these things, but nobody knows me either, so id love to hear anyone else&apos;s answers! hope its not too long and boring to read.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 19:54:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Colorado</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s been a week here in CO.  A great trip but also one filled with unneccessary drama and weirdnesses.  There are a few people i wish i was taking back to CA with me, but, for the most part im simply glad ill be getting on a plane in a few hours to return.  Its weird to live three years apart from people you were REALLY REALLY close with and see them again and compare each of your differences (or lack thereof).  I was finally able to talk in depth with another human being after months of simply watching people.  I forgot how good it feels to tell someone else what i&apos;m thinking about life, and be talking to someone other than myself.  Friends, good friends, non friends.  I was severely disappointed, upset, happy, and excited all in a matter of 6 days......I forgot i could feel all alive-style.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2005 03:58:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pandora.com&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is both ingenious AND
cool! Music lovers, LOVE AWAY.&amp;nbsp; (There is a good chance im the
last person on earth to find this, but know my intention was simply to
prove how cool i.........how much i would love to enhance your lives)&lt;br&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 17:40:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I kind of hate when people tell you they got you this wonderful gift for the sole purpose of fattening their chances of getting something from you in return.  The idea of Christmas becomes sadly obsolete!  I dont want to get these people something that they will never use and/or toss after a week or so anyway.  So what do you do?  You haven&apos;t put thought into them and you dont want to but its going to be awkward when they pull their piece of shit gift out and you are forced to bring up the fact that you never really liked them very much....ummmmm.  Is it Christmas or the Holiday of the Indian Givers? .......i wont even be home until Christmas Eve this year and i leave the day after Christmas.  Seriously, seriously sad day.  IM SO EXCITED!!! JOIN ME IN MY EXCITEMENT!!!! EXCLAMATION POINTS AND CAPITALS DO WONDERS WHEN FOOLING PEOPLE INTO THINKING YOU ARE EXCITED!!!  YAY FOR FOOLING PEOPLE!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 22:07:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>House fires 101 (or 911)</title>
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  <description>On days like today, when you feel infinitely lucky to have a little roof over your head, i get all nostalgic style........the thought of sharing some hot chocolate with a boy who wants to talk about his feelings in front of a fire is the most prominent.  I can&apos;t have the boy, but i have a fireplace, some logs, and some hot chocolate.  My roommate sufficed for the boy (probably better at feelings anyhow) and we sat and spoke about the meaning of life (probably more like why we hate the other people we live with).  My, how the wind began to howl.  At the same moment we decided it would be a good idea to maybe put out the fire as the wind had begun to blow a little smoke down the chimney and into our livingroom, the wind blew so hard that it blew hot ashes halfway across the living room and set little fires in the carpet.  Fire alarm bellows, house fills with black smoke and did you know that those Superlogs made of weird synthetic materials DON&quot;T GO OUT??  I do.  Gallons of water later, the piece of shit is still smoking furiously but i think we avoided burning the house down.  Phew.......moment of scariness. Don&apos;t light fires when the wind is blowing garbage bins across the street.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 07:51:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>If you are unaware at this point in time, I work the front door at Guitar Center.  Its more difficult than it sounds but you&apos;ll just have to take my word for it for now.  I deal directly with hundreds of people in a day&apos;s work, on their ways in the store and again on their ways out.  Should it bother me that, very consistently, male customers that happen to be standing next to me on the &quot;out&quot; side of my counter are mistaken, by the people on the &quot;in&quot; side of the counter, for the person who is working there?  By consistently, i mean three or four times at least in one shift. I have a name tag on, and i stand staring at the customer until he realizes he&apos;s got to talk to a &quot;girl&quot; about his piece of shit guitar.  I realize this may sound like a lame complaint but i urge you to do the math.  5 times a day (average) EVERY TIME I WORK.  Its great when i can come up with something that he didn&apos;t know before or, even better, that hes doing wrong, but i usually do too many other things to take the opportunity.  Come on dudes! Its not 50 or 100 years ago.  My vagina does not make me weak, you sons of bitches......Grrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of those motherfuckers i waited for AN HOUR at the station for the M to come along and then i couldn&apos;t even get all the way home because he decided to change directions before i got there.  What, pray tell,  is this world coming to? Stars somewhat stacked against me maybe? Sleeping it off.....</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2005 20:12:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I woke up at 6:22am this morning, which is a feat for me, to find that the sticky traps we had set out in our house had captured our two little furry friends. Ok, mice are cute, even though they are dirty.  But alas! I am traumatized and let me explain why.  Ahem.....i was under the impression i could just pull the little dudes out of the glue and send them on their ways (thats what the package said) but instead, i ended up spending over an hour trying to pry their little feet and whatever else was caught out of the unbelievably sticky glue shit (one of them had his mouth caught in it :(   ) and when i finally pulled the second one out, i realized there was no way i could get the exess glue off of them with out getting bitten or dismembering them but neither could move.  So, i did what i knew how to do.....I cried......and cried.  I slowly came to the realization that i had to &apos;put them out of their misery&apos; even though i didn&apos;t know if  i could.  I don&apos;t know why i was the one deemed worthy for this job either.  Ugghh.. So after i mustered the courage, i did it, with a gardening tool while they were covered.  I said a few words for them.  (by the way, i was still crying).  So much for fucking humane.  What the fuck does that word mean anyway???  Sigh....so now im going to have nightmares because i dont think i have killed anything bigger than a wasp, ever.  Not even with my car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i just being way too sensitive?  Poor, poor little guys.....Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they deserved a little eulogy of sorts and i hope their in little mousey heaven by now.  Man...what a sap....</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 04:47:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hah! Have you ever.......Loved a song so much you played it over and
over and over again until the only way you would ever listen to it
again is if you didn&apos;t for at least three months? Listened to an oldie
(or maybe not-so-oldie) for years Only to find out............you were
never singing the right lyrics or you just mumbled thru certain words
because you didn&apos;t know what the hell was being said? &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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...&lt;a href=&quot;http://amiright.com&quot;&gt;I found it somewhat amusing&lt;/a&gt;...




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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zvents.com/events/show/39520&quot;&gt;Spoon&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zvents.com/events/show/82078&quot;&gt;Lovemakers&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br&gt;
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 18:38:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m having a hott day!  If i had a camera i would take a picture just so you could see how.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 02:26:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Is is healthy to miss something so much that you see it everywhere??? Fuckin twilight zones...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 18:55:12 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Flapper gear....i need any ideas of where to find flapper-like accesories (the frilly dress, headband with a feather, garter, etc.).  Im at a loss and would love any help.  Otherwise ill end up dressing like a gorilla....:(</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:11:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been voted Guitar Center&apos;s &quot;hottest lesbian&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT!!! I LIKE BOYS!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 10:02:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So much for having a place to put my feelings.......I just erased a shitload of writing because im afraid of anyone seeing it....Am i just not an internet journalist at heart?  That makes me feel very low....DOES ANYONE CARE????  I&apos;m just so tired...its 3 am and want to dig a hole and bury myself in it and think about all i do and why i do it, while the rest of the world tends to their &quot;to do&quot; lists.  I guess thats a very concise rundown of the previous essay i erased.  Is there ANYTHING going on this weekend at least worth getting drunk at?  I am not a person who knows of these events but, i know some of you are.  I promise i wont talk to you if i see you there : )  Something so good i might forget about the hole i have to dig....</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 16:35:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s early.....I went to sleep around 3am.......I think i have some sort of food poisoning.  Is that one of those things you just know you have?  Symptoms including, but not limited to; things spewing from any end they feel like coming out of without any warning?  Can wine really do that to you?  I was under the impression that alcohol was rather free of scary things that make your stomach spit it out, along with everything else.  Now i have to drive home tired as fuck and i have to wait until i think i can be away from a bathroom for any extended period of time.  (I&apos;ve been a few times since writing this). uuuughhhh.  If i live thru this day, I will be seeing my momma for her birthday (which birthday, i don&apos;t know) and hopefully coming back in time for the Love Parade (sounds so silly!).  Oh god.....sick</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 23:14:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Oh my......</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 04:39:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HOLY CRAP!!!!   Ok, that was only to grab your attention.  Here are the REAL crazy highlights of my &quot;lately&quot;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             My hair has been reduced to a couple inches in length so I can aaaalllllmost spike it, and&lt;br /&gt;             it is now a dark auburn-reddish hue.  ( I would include a picture but i am too &lt;br /&gt;             un-LiveJournal savvy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I&apos;ve discovered a few new bars for myself.  Zeitgeist and Casanova have become &quot;regulars&quot; in &lt;br /&gt;             the last week or so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Saw Royksopp perform on Wednesday night with Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I&apos;ve started another fucking semester of school (no, im not resentful, but it cuts into&lt;br /&gt;             all the other cool things preceding and following this particular highlight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I wrote another song on my guitar (Possible title; Shame on You)&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;             I bought a shitload of music to ease my pain.  Low, Death Cab For Cutie, Mike Doughty, The&lt;br /&gt;             Kills, Jack&apos;s Manequin (cool name heh)  and ganked many more from Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In short, its been an excrutiatingly long couple of weeks made up of no sleep, waaaay too much drinking, lots of friends, breakups and makeups.  I descovered the many joys of catching sleep when you can (napping) and now i only feel more alive....</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 02:53:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s Thursday....I still have no internet.....I still have pieces of furniture on my floor.....im still getting used to my room and my rather cold bed.  I had a rough beginning of the week, i all but ceased eating and/or sleeping.  I finally crashed and couldn&apos;t really avoid either of the two anymore. I did realize that i havent gone out in a few months and i would love to go out on TUES NIGHT.  I will be working until 10pm. i already have a few friends coming out....you should too!!! (especially you, beckalynn).  Still, none of you worry, im fine.  I just had a moment of pure panic....im done.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 18:58:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Closet Sappiness</title>
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  <description>I am having my first experience dealing with stupid Target furniture that i have to put together myself.  Seeing as i have moved more times than i can count on my fingers and toes together in the last couple years, i have nothing thats really mine, including any furniture, cuz i threw everything away after i moved 4 times in a week...(try that sometime, it&apos;ll make you stronger).  I discovered after opening all the boxes of pieces of furniture yesterday, that they are severely lacking in screws and other parts to make a complete piece of furniture.  Bastards!  What do the facory workers do; grab a handful of a boxful of random screws and hope its enough??  I regret to inform that the only thing i accomplished was a room full of pieces of cheap wood with fake Cherry laquer on them.  they taunt me in the dark...&lt;br /&gt;     I have no idea if anyone actually watches Six Feet Under, but i thought it might be my job to say that the end has finally come.  I only watched this season, but i became hopelessly addicted the first time i watched.  I, the ultimate closet romantic and sap, found myself crying...Dan saw me cry....i repeat, my significant other saw me cry.  I was mortified by my momentary lapse of judgment.  *sniff*  But it was such a sad day...(for Six Feet Under)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 19:06:34 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am currently trying to move into a house, which involves painting and putting shit together and buying all the shit that i don&apos;t have because i never live in a place longer than a few months.  However, this is a much bigger feat than it seems because the house is about 75 miles from where i am now as well as my work, i dont have a car right now, and i need to get all of the things i DO own from various places in the U.S. to my new house.  I work all the time so this is highly inconvenient.  School starts on Mon (or i guess Tuesday for me) and i have so much shit to do!!! The one perk to all this is that i guess i live near Becky.  However, though i have been to her house several times, i cannot fathom where exactly i am located with respect to her.  Ha.  &lt;br /&gt;I did get a pretty new bed which im praying withstands my tendencies toward rough activities.  Heh.  On that note, i must sign off.  Ok, back to listening to slow, sappy music.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 18:53:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Does this work?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 21:50:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT</title>
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  <description>Ok.....since last time you heard from me, i have chopped my hair off, developed awful allergies, found a house, lost a roommate, signed up for fall classes (none of which i recieved), and gotten paid.....I know getting paid for most of you is no big deal, but in my little life it is.  Which brings me to the real reason for posting.  (no it was not to tell you of the boring intricacies of my life!).  I NEED to go out somewhere &quot;drunk-conducive&quot; this evening to relieve present day stresses.  i also want to hang out with anyone who is willing.  I can&apos;t promise fun, but i can promise a drunk Val. Any ideas of a big ol club or busy bar or anything?  Becky?  Leah?  Someone!!??</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2005 19:19:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think its been a while...Here&apos;s what ive been up to;  I work a lot at Guitar Center, teaching people not to steal from our store.  I have to hold back EVERY DAY from applying for a Guitar Center credit card and walking home with a beautiful new guitar.  A guy came in two days ago to head bang his long hair for hours with his amplifier turned down.  I gotta say, he looked a little awkward as no one could hear what he was playing, but he seemed to hear it perfectly in his head.  Rock on dude!  &lt;br /&gt;     I have found a house to live in (finally) but the move in date is later than i would have liked.  I really need to get out of this situation because, one by one, i have caused dan&apos;s neighbors to hate me, for one reason or another and i fear dan is next....haha.  &lt;br /&gt;     johnny Depp rocks his new movie, by the way, but i prefer the first oompa loompas (how do you spell that) to these ones.  i was going to see The Devil&apos;s Rejects but, seeing as i was asked sort of on a date by someone other than my significant other, i opted against.  Who needs another stabble movie anyway?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2005 20:51:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Not that i enjoy posting crap every day, but i need to bitch!! We lost the house we were moving into.  The bastards that run the Villas are going to hear from me.  Anyone know of any 3 bedroom apts/flats available?</description>
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