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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 03:30:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;21) What’s something this person is obsessed with?&lt;br /&gt;code red mountain dew. and tuna fish. and homeless guys voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don&apos;t know, i love you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:32:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I like my job so far. Me and Kate get along well, probably because we&apos;ve known eachother since elementary school and all. I work with this girl name Kelsey, she is hilarious i love her already, and Amber and Kevin are really nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 00:44:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;I am back to that place once again, i miss you and you&apos;re probably all i write about anymore but it&apos;s really okay because this is my journal. i miss having that one person in my life that i talked to all of the time sure we fought all of the time, but aside from it all you were one of the best friends i&apos;ve ever had, and even though we would always fight we the majority of the time always came to a medium. I never had to worry about you talking massive shit about me to your friends or even in an even more petty way like on livejournal and not even specifying. We were never really vague when it came to emotions. You helped me grow in so many ways, some for the better and some for the worse. i don&apos;t understand how one person can be responsible for giving the happiest and unhappiest moments of your life. I don&apos;t care that you don&apos;t love me anymore, i care that you&apos;re not here for me, when i need you when you promised you would be, not that i really want you to be anyways. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&quot;We had a lot going for us. We&apos;d found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 01:22:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>petty</title>
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  <description>The world is not out to get you, and even if it was you do not own it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please stop being a scumbag.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:07:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>6/8</title>
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  <description>i miss yous not enough.&lt;br /&gt;happy not one year.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 22:33:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Kissing other boys reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 01:24:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh my.</title>
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  <description>talksxlikex june: WHY DO I GET THE FEELING YOU HAVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH JON LUFF ALL NIGHT :-P&lt;br /&gt;kayla irene&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; x: HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;talksxlikex june: YOU HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;kayla irene&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; x: BECAUSE I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;kayla irene&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; x: hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;talksxlikex june: i just gasped.&lt;br /&gt;talksxlikex june: hahahahaha</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 22:16:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>one minute</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000grc3/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;300&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000grc3/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS HAS A CHINSTRAP!&lt;br /&gt;i dont think anyone understands the hilarity of this.&lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t believe i tapped that you are what 21 now,?&lt;br /&gt;and you look like a 15 year old with pubic hair on your face!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 04:04:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000cxp3/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;360&quot; height=&quot;267&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000bstw/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000cxp3/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000cxp3/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000e5p4/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/0000e5p4/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc99&quot;&gt;The fair and fireworks were fun, Dave spent like 40 dollars on me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel bad because i&apos;ve told him before that i don&apos;t like him, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jon Fairchild, what?&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 02:01:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i think you are really friggen cute&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:57:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i don&apos;t ever update anymore :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s165.photobucket.com/albums/u66/Kaylairene/418/rais/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES FROM RAI&apos;S&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 03:49:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/000072hh/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;383&quot; height=&quot;265&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/000072hh/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than one of you are going to read this and say something along the lines of&lt;br /&gt;&quot;you&apos;re a big girl, you can be alone.&quot; or think something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;well fuck you! :) i don&apos;t put things on here for you to put your input in on it.&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t care what you think, so don&apos;t bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;[i even felt alone, with you.]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 02:33:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>shut de do, keep out de devil.</title>
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  <description>you would have been so proud of me. you&apos;re still a dick.&lt;br /&gt;SO MY SOLO WAS AWESOME. :]&lt;br /&gt;it takes alot for me to impress myself.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Kayla irene X&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; back=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot; face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;i always thought i was smart in the  relationship aspect, but i guess not&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Kayla irene X&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot; face=&quot;Verdana&quot;&gt;so it&apos;s not that i&apos;m done with relationships  forever, just with serious ones, for now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;CordisCalidum826&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier New&quot; color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; back=&quot;#000040&quot;&gt;yeah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;CordisCalidum826&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; back=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier New&quot; color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; back=&quot;#000040&quot;&gt;haha you never know&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;CordisCalidum826&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; back=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier New&quot; color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; back=&quot;#000040&quot;&gt;some prince charming could  come along&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;CordisCalidum826&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; back=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Courier New&quot; color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; back=&quot;#000040&quot;&gt;he&apos;d cook for you and massage  your feet, and do things assholes don&apos;t do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot; face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot; back=&quot;#000040&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;:-P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am liking getting to know you.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks i&apos;m smart, and going somewhere in life.&lt;br /&gt;i could never date him, but he&apos;s nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 00:29:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/00006xf2/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;404&quot; height=&quot;235&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/00006xf2/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know, man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 02:03:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>tire swing</title>
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  <description>I took the Polaroid down in my room&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m pretty sure you have a new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt; it&apos;s not as if I don&apos;t like you&lt;br /&gt; it just makes me sad whenever I see it&lt;br /&gt;cause I like to be gone most of the time&lt;br /&gt; and you like to be home most of the time&lt;br /&gt; if I stay in one place I lose my mind&lt;br /&gt; I&apos;m a pretty impossible lady to be with.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 01:19:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;see, all im going to say about you, is that i am completely and utterly disappointed in you, im not mad, upset, depressed or anything of the sort, i am just disappointed, more than i have ever been disappointed in anyoneelse in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;For so long you had me believing you were different, but like so many other things you lied. but hey! ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&quot;WHO&apos;S YOUR SEXY VALENTINE?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/00005wzw/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;250&quot; height=&quot;188&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/00005wzw/s320x240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;jon asked me to be his valentine, it was so cute:]&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s so cute, and a dork, i adore him&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re hanging out Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;other than the fact he&apos;s a heavy drug user&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s pretty freakin awsome:]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:44:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i know exactly what i want.</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 14:37:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m not gonna write you a love song.</title>
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  <description>im not going to write much about that situation that i&apos;m all wrapped up in, but i know that i have no idea what i want to do. i truly do not. I&apos;ve realized that recently i have changed, it&apos;s weird when you notice yourself changing. Well i&apos;ve recently discovered that i do not need anyone to tell me, that i&apos;m attractive, to think that im attractive. Just as i&apos;ve recently discovered i do not need any other one person, to make me happy. So goals i wanted to achieve last year after Chris i am finally achieving 11 months later. Sure there are people i would like to have in my life, but i can&apos;t let anyone hold me down, and i can&apos;t let anyone make me constantly unhappy. So i met the nicest kid the other&amp;nbsp; day, i always thought he was a dick, but he is actually very nice. He is really one of the only people i&apos;ve actually talked to about this whole &quot;relationship&quot; situation i&apos;ve gotten myself in. He says it was a good idea to suggest a break especially with how i feel, and the whole [not saying her name here] thing. He told me that im very talented, and im incredibly smart. i&apos;m glad i&apos;ve had someone to talk to about it. because my friends hate my boyfriend, im not going to talk to them about it, because they really don&apos;t understand. i don&apos;t know, whatever happens, happens, as i&apos;ve been saying the past 4 years of my life.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 03:34:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://s165.photobucket.com/albums/u66/Kaylairene/The%20honorary%20title/&quot;&gt;(Click here for The Honorary Title show pictures.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[credit to Emily]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I got Jarrod&apos;s water bottle and song list [well, half of it, i gave Emily half of it]. I had a nice conversation with Aaron Kamstra thanking him for coming out to Oswego because, we&apos;re such a small town, and congradulated him on their performance, he was incredibly nice. I wanted a T-shirt, but got a cd, because there were no T-shirts. It was a good show, and i now have three new, pretty cool bands to listen to (The Doppler Effect, Urgency, Abbott Hayes), check them about, they&apos;re pretty good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2008 01:25:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>The Honorary Title tomorrow with my best friend&lt;i&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 15:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/00003hay/&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;407&quot; height=&quot;322&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/kaylairene/pic/00003hay/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a wonderful boy,&lt;br /&gt;i just wish you would&lt;br /&gt;help me through this rough&lt;br /&gt;spot in my life, that i am&lt;br /&gt;all wrapped up in.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 01:34:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&amp; every time I see you, I still hear trumpets.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;Girls irritate me, thats all i&apos;m going to say. you know whats funny to think about exactly one year ago and laying in bed with Emily. &quot;You know who i like alot?&quot; --&quot;shut up&quot; i really do miss her it&apos;s truly unbelievable. and even more unbelievable is the fact of how drastically someone can change in 1 year [by the way im dying the underneath of my hair blond again and if any other girl that has it in our school says anything to me about stealing their hairstyle i will seriously knock a bitch out, because i was the only one in that school who had their hair dyed like that, last year, so fuck you cunts.] 365 days, waking up and looking at yourself in the mirror every morning and you don&apos;t notice yourself changing in the least but after a year you can look back and say &quot;wow, what the hell was i thinking&quot; about instances that you would have never thought you would be criticizing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt; yourself for it&apos;s just incredibly weird to me. i mean, where am i going to be a year from now? am i going to be looking back and thinking &quot;wow, what the hell was i thinking&quot;, or am i going to be saying &quot; &lt;b&gt;:]&lt;/b&gt; &quot; it&apos;s very uncanny to think about. you know what else is uncanny to think about how we are so incredibly happy when were together and then you get so entirely mad at me for no reason. I don&apos;t know i&apos;m sticking to &lt;font color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;&quot;we know that it’s hard but better together&quot;&lt;/font&gt; and i do believe this is true, but it can only get so hard before one of breaks. take that into consideration, please.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;3&quot; color=&quot;#993300&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love you&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 22:11:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am not happy&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t think it&apos;s your fault&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t think it&apos;s anyones fault&lt;br /&gt;i am just not happy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 00:53:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I remember the first time you named me &quot;Good morning.&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;I remember the first time you named me &quot;Good morning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And how, the night before, you considered my ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;where the passing cars outside the passing cars outside the passing cars&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;outside cast their shadows and liquid lights through the slats of my blinds.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You said: &quot;Hey Romeo-- your CD player is skipping again... &lt;br /&gt;but your ceiling&apos;s like fireworks for poor folks!&quot; And I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like the tall pauses you take when you tell your nephews knock-knock jokes.&lt;br /&gt;And I like your theory that men and women&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;shirts button on opposite sides so that couples can get dressed facing each other after making love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You seem to season your seasons, your days, your time with rhyme, not reason,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve seen you. Daily. Nightly. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve watched you housebreak a puppy just by asking politely.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And your remedy for insomnia? &lt;br /&gt;Is to pile every pillow and blanket into the tub and you nap there like you&apos;re taking a patchwork bath,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I said once: &quot;Oh--I wish I had a PICTURE!&quot; and you said:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Oh--I wish you and I had HOT SEX, YOU gave ME a PEDICURE,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then ELVES showed up at our doorstep, with a PIZZA,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;to tell us JESUS just built a TREEHOUSE in the backyard,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and he&apos;d like to meet us both, so HOP IN HOTSHOT!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re weird, with a capital &quot;WE.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m grateful, I marvel, you&apos;ve helped me hammer some of my worst manners into manhood,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;but I still admit--I like the way your shorts fit, and how, overall, you&apos;d call me &quot;smart,&quot; &lt;br /&gt;even though sometimes I do really stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I like how you giggle with your lips closed like you&apos;ve got a secret little moon in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But I&apos;m not insisting you&apos;re some kind of goddess, &lt;br /&gt;(I know you&apos;re suspicious of unspecific love poems). &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re more like a sunflower, &lt;br /&gt;growing in the courtyard of an old folks home-- &lt;br /&gt;you mean things to people on a daily basis, &lt;br /&gt;and this petty poem won&apos;t explain just how &quot;my favorite&quot; your face is,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(but I wish I&apos;d been your bathroom mirror the day they took off your braces). &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re so pretty. You&apos;re like a vivid video game and I&apos;m the idiot kid just trying to get to your next level--&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like your right-shoulder angel, Hell, I like your left-shoulder devil.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I admire the lively deeds you do. So if you come through a doorway again,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in a thrift store poncho, or a drop-dead evening gown, twirling and asking: &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, whaddya think?&quot; I&apos;m gonna tell you: &quot;Shit howdy, Sunshine, &lt;br /&gt;sit your fine self down! If you&apos;re looking for a compliment-- I think you&apos;ve come to the right place.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 22:29:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>2007</title>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;well tomorrow&apos;s new years eve&lt;br /&gt;and i will probably be alone&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;on new years.&lt;br /&gt;it kind of depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;all the girls will be at lizz&apos;s party&lt;br /&gt;and nick wont want to come see me.&lt;br /&gt;so i&apos;m going to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;alonealonealonealonealone&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m so uninspired lately.&lt;br /&gt;the end of 2007 depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s funny to think how much i&apos;ve changed in one year.&lt;br /&gt;another year gone by, and not much accomplished&lt;br /&gt;except for the whole me not living at home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh this new years is going to suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&quot;that sounds delicious.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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