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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2005 16:38:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Updatizzle (so to speak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I get to see Legbone! Im absolutely ecstatic. Rob, Mat, Tie, Eric, Jake, and Lace will all be there aswell. Fucking ecstatic I tell you. I really do need to get ready. I&apos;m sitting in a halter and my underoos. Haha. I have to pay Eric&apos;s way in but it&apos;s cool, because I&apos;ll still have enough to buy dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EXCITEMENT.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 00:19:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Whoa. Hectic, HECTIC last few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was the worst, so I&apos;ll start with that. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eric drove me to Columbus so i could see Matt and Dustin, because I haven&apos;t seen them in forever. We all went out to eat, and bowling, and had a lot of fun. (I love them all dearly) The next day Matt drives me back and we go to the mall to kill time for a bit, bonding once again. So they drop me off at my house and left. Everything was fine...or so I though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO HOURS LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs to use the bathroom and I get a call from Matt. Apparently, someone saw he and Dustin playing with this b.b. gun in the car, and called the cops. SO. They were surrounded by 9 cops cars at gunpoint, had the mother fucking highway shut down, and are going to be charged for inducing public panic. WHAT THE FUCK. I feel so bad because it feels like my fault, and I HATE that feeling. I want to fucking cry because I&apos;ll never be able to see them ever again, and I love them both dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to be missed being called &quot;Ems&quot;. :&apos;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I fucking hate this. nucsdaakmd;aks</description>
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  <description>Today i woke up and went to Columbus with Eric and Briana. The entire way there I just held Kaa...the most awesome snake ever. He wove himself in and out of my fingers. I was so at peace with the world. Creepy, I know. Eric and I pretty much just hung out while Briana hung out with some guy, I&apos;m guessing her boyfriend. We walked through the wonderful downtown area and through the gay community. The cleaniest, friendlist place ever. The entire time I was carrying around Kaa because I love him so much. We ate at this place called Blue Danub. They had fantastic zesty fries that goes wonderfully with ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove around aimlessy untill midnight and just talked for hours. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 04:43:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t wrote in this thing since the beginning of the year. Dayum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been feeling sick all day, and looking at my old comments didn&apos;t help. In fact, they made me even more ill. I&apos;ll probably delete all of my old entries, just so I won&apos;t have to read the past angsty bullshit I&apos;m so great at writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I keep staring at this box of chocolates that matt bought me, and I want eat them so badly. I just had a bowl of Ramen noodles and I feel very sickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some random guy IMed me to bitch about his ex girlfriend and his obsession with drugs. My god, I just wanted to tell that kid to turn on some Bright Eyes and SHUT THE FUCK UP. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting off topic and spacing between them. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impulses* are returning for no reason. I&apos;m in a terrible mood today. I always am everytime I write in this thing. ANGST I SAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There&apos;s a hole in the trust that we mapped out in my bed for six long months.&quot;</description>
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