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  <title>the Kings land</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2005 03:19:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yeah</title>
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  <description>Some interesting stuff that I have built up inside.  It&apos;s nice to kinda talk about it but it seems like it&apos;s pointless.  I&apos;m really confused right now though, but I think it&apos;ll all work out soon.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2005 03:21:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve had a pretty good summer.  I got promoted, so it means a lot better hours at work.  Also I get paid 7.60 and it&apos;s really nice.  They&apos;re pretty much prepping me up to be the next supervisor, which isn&apos;t bad but hopefully Danny can get it because he needs to stay, one of the few hardworkers left.  Well thought that i&apos;d update and i&apos;ve been working there for a good 6 months now!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 06:16:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Last person who...&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in your bed: Me?&lt;br /&gt;2. Saw you cry: Ms. Bagan&lt;br /&gt;3. Made you cry: Whoever the fuck stole my car&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the movies with: Bryce, David, Tyler and Chris&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to the mall with: My Bro, Tyler&lt;br /&gt;6. One thing you could take back: Being nicer to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;1. Said &quot;I Love You&quot; and meant it: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Gotten in a fight with your pet: No&lt;br /&gt;3. Been to California: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. Been to Mexico: Nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Been to China: No&lt;br /&gt;6. Been to Canada: No&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Europe: No&lt;br /&gt;8. Danced naked: HAHAHAH, yes&lt;br /&gt;9. Wish you were the opposite sex: No, I love beating my cock like it owes me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Now...&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a crush on someone: Sure?&lt;br /&gt;2. What book are you reading now: Some war book for school&lt;br /&gt;3. Worst feeling in the world: Being rejected by someone that you really like&lt;br /&gt;4. Future KIDS name: I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: No&lt;br /&gt;6. What&apos;s under your bed: I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite sport to watch: Football&lt;br /&gt;8. Location: My house&lt;br /&gt;9. Piercings/Tattoos: No&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you drink: Yes&lt;br /&gt;11. What are you most scared of: Losing a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to get married: Haven&apos;t thought about this yet, really.&lt;br /&gt;13. Who do you really hate: Whoever the fuck stole my car; i&apos;m gonna fucking kill you whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have a job: Yes, Family Fun Center&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like being around people: Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever liked someone you had no chance with: How about all of em&apos;?&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever cried: No fucking shit.&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you lonely right now: No, talking to Tara&lt;br /&gt;19. Song that&apos;s stuck in your head a lot: That fucking Hollaback Girl.  God damn that shit is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;1. Been in love: I don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;2. Played strip poker: Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten beaten up: No&lt;br /&gt;4. Pulled an all nighter: A few times&lt;br /&gt;5. Been on radio/tv: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Been in a mosh-pit: No&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any gay/lesbian friends: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 24 Hours have you...&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought something: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten sick: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;4. Sang: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. Been kissed: No&lt;br /&gt;6. Had sex: Yeah (for those of you that know me you already know)&lt;br /&gt;7. Felt stupid: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;8. Talked to an ex: No&lt;br /&gt;9. Missed someone: No&lt;br /&gt;10. Hugged someone: Yeah</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 05:54:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>WOW</title>
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  <description>I wanna kill someone, just anyone.  Got my damn car stolen by some dipshit who would think it&apos;d be funny to fuck me out of a car for the weekend and whenever.  What a fuckin&apos; douche, I hope he got in a horrible car accident in the piece of shit and is in the hospital because I don&apos;t give a rats ass about anyone who would do that bullshit.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 03:25:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DIE PIGS!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;table style=&quot;font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074688600&quot; method=&quot;POST&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;Love and Sex With Your Friends by dannygrl0129&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;armored_username&quot; value=&quot;Krackerking&quot; size=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; 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style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;caffeinesoldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Best sex of your life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;cheeseh_puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Will make you come 1000 times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;deadsxydavid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Will break your heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;vie_privee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Best Kisser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;swtsoccershorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Best cuddler:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;a1fanum3ric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;You secretly dream of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;cheezeit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;But this person dreams of you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;lady_of_diadems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Will handcuff you and screw you silly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;dear_zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;un&quot; value=&quot;dannygrl0129&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;meme&quot; 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style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Your Kill Count:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;1,315,162,315&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Your Battle Cry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&quot;Touch me, I&apos;m happy!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Years You Spend in Jail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;How Much Money In Damages You Cause:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;$12,413,682,989,700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;100%&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 85%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot; height=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot; height=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#110000&quot; height=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#220000&quot; height=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#440000&quot; 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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 03:15:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Question of the month</title>
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  <description>What do you prefer; panties, thongs, boxers or nothing?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2005 19:46:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Spring Break</title>
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  <description>How was everyones spring break?  I myself worked all 7 days of the week :D, that&apos;s some good money right there.  Today I work 2-10 and tommorow I work 10-6.  My next paycheck is going to be pretty nice.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 09:20:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>OMG I&apos;M SOOOOOO BORED SO I&apos;M ON HERE UPDATING AND ALL THAT FUN STUFF, I WORK MON-SAT THIS WEEK FOR AT LEAST 7 HOURS A DAY, YAY, I&apos;M GONNA HAVE A NICE CHECK NEXT WEEK.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 05:30:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m feeling weird.  Don&apos;t know why but I just am.  Don&apos;t know if it&apos;s cause of something that I did or if it&apos;s cause of something I want to do but I haven&apos;t felt like this before.  It&apos;s a deep bad feeling in my gut, like nervousness but I don&apos;t feel nervous.  Well i&apos;m going to go take a shower, i&apos;ll talk to you all tommorow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 07:29:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>OMG KICK ASS</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://music.yahoo.com/ar-284649-videos--Gorillaz&quot;&gt;http://music.yahoo.com/ar-284649-videos--Gorillaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SINGLE BY THE GORILLAZ CHECK IT OUT, FEEL GOOD INC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN&apos;T WAIT FOR THEIR NEW ALBUM TO DROP IN MAY, EITHER THE 21ST OR THE 27TH.  IF THEY GO OUT ON TOUR I WILL GO AGAIN ALSO, BOUGHT THE LAST FOR TICKETS LAST TIME THEY WERE IN THE STATES.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 04:17:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bordom does these things.</title>
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  <description>If we could meet, (and even if we have) but we could only have 24 hours together, just one day out of our whole lives, what would you like to spend those 24 hours doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment and let me know, then post this in your journal to find out just what others would like to do with you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 04:14:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>DDR</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m going to start playing this again now that I get 6 tokens at FFC for 1 dollar.  God, I haven&apos;t played this in forever and now i&apos;m so outta shape.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 04:45:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Just do it</title>
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  <description>Would You ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give me your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have sex with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let me kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch a movie with me...even a really sappy one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Let me take you out to dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Drive me somewhere/anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take a shower with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be my bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a fling with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Listen to me if I called you crying even if you were out with all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Buy me a drink if i didnt have money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take me home for the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you let me sleep in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sing kareoke w/ me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sit in the doctors office with me because I didn&apos;t want to go&lt;br /&gt;alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Re-post this for me to answer your questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you think im pretty, beautiful, or hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like my style?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think im funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you care about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you cry if i died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you stop me if i tried to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you dance with me?</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2005 03:21:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>FFC</title>
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  <description>My first day is going to be either Thursday or Friday night.  I&apos;ll get my schedule on Thursday when I go back in and I may end up working the weekend too.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 10:59:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow</title>
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  <description>Bored and need something to do.  And I think I know who i&apos;m going to ask to prom now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 10:57:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wassup</title>
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  <description>Happy Easter to all of you who read this.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2005 08:05:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fill this out</title>
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  <description>WHAT IF I TOLD YOU:&lt;br /&gt;i love you:&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with you:&lt;br /&gt;im havin your kid:&lt;br /&gt;im dying:&lt;br /&gt;im movin:&lt;br /&gt;im leavin you:&lt;br /&gt;I cant see you no more:&lt;br /&gt;i cant be your friend:&lt;br /&gt;i do drugs:&lt;br /&gt;i like ur mom lol gross:&lt;br /&gt;u are hott:&lt;br /&gt;i want to do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF I&lt;br /&gt;kissed you:&lt;br /&gt;hugged you:&lt;br /&gt;licked you:&lt;br /&gt;kicked you:&lt;br /&gt;held ur hand:&lt;br /&gt;touched you (not like that you sicko):&lt;br /&gt;yelled at you:&lt;br /&gt;took my clothes off in front of you:&lt;br /&gt;took your clothes off:&lt;br /&gt;wantched a porno at ur house:&lt;br /&gt;stole some thing from you:&lt;br /&gt;slept with your bro or sis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IF I&lt;br /&gt;I died:&lt;br /&gt;I met someone famous:&lt;br /&gt;I became famous:&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep in ur arms:&lt;br /&gt;fell in love with you:&lt;br /&gt;ran away but came to ur house:&lt;br /&gt;I fell out of a tree:&lt;br /&gt;broke into ur house:&lt;br /&gt;lied to you:&lt;br /&gt;told you something you didnt want to hear:</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 04:57:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Scott Savol</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Here&apos;s what he looks like&lt;br&gt;
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And what I look like&lt;br&gt;
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I wish I had my beard&lt;br&gt;
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 03:40:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wassup?</title>
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  <description>Well I went to my second interview for Bulwinkles and the guy told me that I should expect a call Saturday saying that I got the job.  Said Orientation is going to be Monday around 3.  Now I finally have a job and won&apos;t be broke all the time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 02:34:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well since i&apos;m bored...</title>
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  <description>AND THE UW LOST, FUCKING LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style=&quot;font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074766802&quot; method=&quot;POST&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=&quot;2&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;The No-Hassle Day Planner for the Clinically Insane by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/~milestogo13/info&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;MilesToGo13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;armored_username&quot; value=&quot;krackerking&quot; size=&quot;20&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;This morning, you should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;check to see how the guests you keep in the basement are doing, and perhaps refill their water bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Then, after lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;sit in the park, screaming at the squirrels to stop eating your brain waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Dinner will consist of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;the souls of all those who do not acknowledge the true scope of your dark power, with scones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;Afterwards, you set off into the evening to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;finally get around to starting that suicide cult you&apos;ve been meaning to get off the ground...which reminds you that you need to pick up some Kool-Aid from the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;At the height of your madness, you will call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;dear_zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#333333&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #FFFFFF;&quot;&gt;And the two of you will proceed to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#DDDDAA&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000;&quot;&gt;practice the fine art of helping one another escape from straight-jackets using only your teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;un&quot; value=&quot;MilesToGo13&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;hidden&quot; name=&quot;meme&quot; value=&quot;1074766802&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot; color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://memegen.net/&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#DDDD88&quot;&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 06:24:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Yeah</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/I/iloveny/1059100157_eschandler.GIF&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;YOU ARE CHANDLER BING!&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Chandler Bing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/iloveny/quizzes/Which%20character%20are%20you%20from%20FRIENDS%3F/&quot;&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;Which character are you from FRIENDS?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-3&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2005 04:01:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>When&apos;s Prom?</title>
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  <description>I plan on asking someone to prom but have no idea as to when it&apos;s going to be so I needa know so I know.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 09:54:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m bored.  Thought I would update once again since I have nothing else to do.  There&apos;s actually a couple of girls that I want to date that go to Foster, been some time for that.  Well i&apos;m going to go now, gotta go think about some things since there&apos;s nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, did you pass your test yesterday?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 07:08:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well</title>
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  <description>I haven&apos;t updated in a while I guess so here ya go.  Not much to say except that I need a job and i&apos;m bored.  Well i&apos;m going to bed but i&apos;ll finish my post with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSKIES ARE FUCKING GOING TO WIN THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone is offended by my language at anytime, then go grab a spoon and eat my ass.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2005 16:50:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Story</title>
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  <description>Yeah, well I wrote a story for my English 12 class and want some feedback if you don&apos;t mind reading a four page story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.J. Burrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the night. Karona was finally going to meet the guy she hooked up with in the Yahoo! Chat room. He had shown her pictures of himself and she liked what she saw. Arthur was his name and she was almost at the club he owned. He had just opened it near the U-District in Seattle. The club was packed when she walked in; there wasn’t any room on the dance floor. The whole place was pretty dark; there were only a few lights here and there. The DJ’s booth was hanging over the dance floor suspended by chains that were connected to each corner of the platform the turntable was on. There were some people that looked a bit odd, very pale skin and were in their own little group. The bar was to her left and it was long. There were bunches of people ordering drinks and heading out to the floor. To her right was a staircase leading up to the top floor where there were both tables for eating and another dance floor. Right beside the staircase there was an elevator that led downstairs, probably where the main office was. The song that was playing currently was “Let’s Get Retarded” by the Black Eyed Peas. It seemed that she would like the music that they would play there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur looked down at his club. Everyone was having a good time. He had just set up a few weeks ago and already people were spreading the word about Club Buveurs De Sang. In French it means, “Blood Drinkers” and for good reason. See, Arthur isn’t exactly like any of us; he’s a special kind of being. Just think about it, what drinks blood? If you really don’t know, well, it’s a vampire. He always says he’s still twenty-four years old, when he really is about two hundred and twenty-four years old. When you become a vampire you don’t age and you become immortal, but you can still be killed. Arthur loved it but life became dull so he wanted to help out the community of other kindred (another term for vampire), so he made this club. There’s a lot more vampires then people want to believe and the vampires have help because everyone doesn’t believe in them, so all is fine. It’s nothing like the movies, a person doesn’t turn into a vampire if they’re bitten, only if the vampire gives them some of their blood and even then they still have to wait a few years before they turn. Arthur still didn’t have that much power in the vampire world because he was still pretty young. He was still working for Peter LaCroix and doing his dirty work. He wanted to stop working for LaCroix but that’s his only income for now and his henchmen would kill him later on. First he would have to get together some vampires to work for him and that would start tonight. He was meeting with a young woman by the name of Karona. He was looking around on Yahoo! and she had troubles finding that special someone. Those kinds of girls are always easy to woo. He needed to find a female fast if he wanted to get rid of LaCroix and turning males is something that he doesn’t do. He saw her walk in. He had been tracking her for four days. He knew just about everything about her; her favorite food, her favorite color, where she worked, who she didn’t like, who she liked and other unimportant facts about her. With all of the extra strengths that Arthur has acquired from being a vampire, he can sneak very well. Whenever she would go to sleep, he’d be in her room looking for stuff that he could use to get her comfortable with him. He was stalking her, just doing his homework. Now that she was there he was going to be able to put his charm to the test. “Here’s to hoping that she is as easy as I think.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept looking around, no sight of Arthur at all. She decided to get some drinks when he jumped in front of her. It scared her a bit, but once she recognized the face she was fine. He had a young face, about in his twenties. He had some big muscles, looked like he worked out on a regular basis. His face was slim and he had short, black hair. He had brown eyes and a goatee that was connected with his sideburns. His sideburns were very thin in a stylish kind of way. His voice was deep but melodic at the same time. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable, like she could be anywhere and not be afraid as long as he was around. The music got very loud as the next song that started up had the bass very high.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go up to my office and talk.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure?”&lt;br /&gt;They went up a set of stairs and came to a big door. Arthur opened it and the inside of his office was huge. He had a gold lion on each side of the door when you walked in. There was a lot of animal heads on plaques and some antlers too. There was a huge T.V. that showed all of the security cameras in the whole club. The colors of his office were black and red. His walls were black while his floor was a red marble and the ceiling was a blood red.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s up Karona?”&lt;br /&gt;“How’d you know my name?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I do own this club and know every face that comes through here. I knew you weren’t one of the regulars and since I told you to meet me here, I thought that it would be you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Pretty nice club you have here, how long have you been open?”&lt;br /&gt;“Just a couple of weeks, still have a lot more to set up though. You ready to go?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. How far away is it?”&lt;br /&gt;“About 15-20 minutes from here. Let’s take your car, mines in the shop getting some repairs done.”&lt;br /&gt;“Alright.”&lt;br /&gt;Just as before they’re going to leave someone came up to Karona and shoved Arthur out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;“How you doin’?”&lt;br /&gt;“Hey pal, get lost, she’s with me tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re just a pathetic loser. She’s only with you cause you own the club.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ya know what? You and your pathetic lines can go somewhere else.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I think I’ll stay here. You can’t kick my ass. Let’s go outside.”&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s just fight right here.”&lt;br /&gt;Arthur knew he had this guy’s number. The guy looked like he lifted a lot of weights. He had a body builder type of body and was about 6’3” and 285 lbs. Even though Arthur is only 6’ and 260 lbs. he is much stronger than this guy. He doesn’t know that he’s a vampire, so he’ll probably go easy so no one gets suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;“By the way, I’m a black belt in tae kwon doe. You’re not going to do shit to me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Does it look like I care that you have a black belt? Look, I’ll give you to the count of three to avoid the biggest beat down of your life, and if you win I’ll let you have my club. Karona go upstairs where it’ll be safe.”&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the big guy threw a heavy punch at Arthur. Arthur hit the ground hard, this guy can punch better then he thought. He got up off the ground and sent a punch to the big guy’s gut. He bent over and dropped to his knees. This was a perfect shot for Arthur, he ran up and sent his knee right to his face. The big guy flew back about 5 feet and just laid there. Arthur picked him up and sat him up at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;“When he wakes up, get him some drinks on the house and then send him home. I feel bad for the guy underestimating me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure thing boss.”&lt;br /&gt;“Alright Karona, let’s get going.”&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seemed to care, everyone kept dancing as they were before like nothing had happened. Almost every night a fight happens and now the regulars had gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were headed to a party out in Issaquah. She didn’t know where they were going but she didn’t care she was with the man of her dreams. She couldn’t say no, and besides, what could possibly go wrong? At about 11:15 p.m. Arthur spoke up, “We’re almost there, take the next left.” They were really far from any house; there were tall tress and dead leaves all around. She started getting a little scared now. About five minutes passed and she saw some dim lights far in the distance. They were deep in the woods, but not too far. They were orange and green, there was also a flashing strobe light, probably a rave going on at the time. “That’s it right there. Pull over here at the side of the road.” She did as he said and pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t we drive up to the house?”&lt;br /&gt;“The road doesn’t lead up to the house. We have to walk a little bit from here.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is my car going to be fine?”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, who the hell is going to be out around here?”&lt;br /&gt;“True.”&lt;br /&gt;They both chuckled. They started heading in through the trees. There weren’t a lot of shrubs and they had no problem walking around there.&lt;br /&gt;“So, where do you work?”&lt;br /&gt;“I work part time at McDonalds in Southcenter. Right now I’m going to school to become a lawyer.”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s cool. So, what did you think about my club?”&lt;br /&gt;“It was pretty interesting, a lot of interesting people.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, well my club’s for everyone. Once people start hearing about it then business will boom. I think I may end up having drinks on the house every Saturday night so I can get more people. Will cost me a lot of money but that’s not too hard for me to come by.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were finally at the party. There was loud music and there were no cars parked outside but they could see a bunch of people inside through the windows. Arthur grabbed her suddenly and she felt warm and comfortable. He started to kiss her neck. This was something that she was enjoying. Then she felt him bite down on her neck, he was sucking the life from her. She started feeling dizzy and light headed. He stopped and let here drop to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;“What….you….do..ing?”&lt;br /&gt;“I needed to feed. I haven’t fed in a few days now. I feel much better now. Here.”&lt;br /&gt;He put his wrist up to her mouth, “Bite down.” She did what he said and felt her blood get warm. She was rejuvenated and felt better then before. She still felt dazed after everything that had happened but had a lot more energy. “What the hell did you do to me?”&lt;br /&gt;“I had to feed on you, I hadn’t had quality blood in two days.”&lt;br /&gt;“What? You drink blood? But why?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have to survive. I’m not human, I’m a vampire and I also wanted to save you. I need someone like you to help me convert others to help my cause.”&lt;br /&gt;“Your cause? Well you can count me out; I don’t want anything to do with ‘Your cause’! I’ve had enough bullshit, just tell me what the hell is really going on!”&lt;br /&gt;“Everything I’ve said is true, I’m not twenty-four either, I’m two hundred and twenty-four.”&lt;br /&gt;“No one can live that long. You’re giving me nothing but lies. Vampires aren’t real either, they’re just a fairy tale. You have some serious mental problems. I’m ou-“&lt;br /&gt;“Oh stop it! You just want to believe that we don’t exist, while in reality we do. Get over it, you’re now one of us and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Look, how the hell are you going to explain how you felt the blood being sucked out of you and now you’re all better?”&lt;br /&gt;“You probably just slipped me a pill to make me feel like that.”&lt;br /&gt;“A pill?! How long do you think we’ve been here? It’s only been a few minutes so you can cancel that one out. Look, if you don’t accept the fact that you’re going to turn then you’re going to wander out in the daytime and turn straight into ashes. Just come with me and I can help you accept the fact that you aren’t a mortal anymore. There’s a lot to learn over the next few days. You can stay with me and be safe or you can wander out and be dead in a couple of days. You don’t have much of a choice either, because if you try to run off then I’m just going to knock you out cold and keep you locked up at my place anyway. Just make things easier for the two of us.”&lt;br /&gt;“Screw you! I didn’t want to be like this. I had a normal life going on and now I can’t live it anymore. I’m leaving you delusional nut.”&lt;br /&gt;Karona kicked Arthur right in the groin. He went down to the ground and was moaning in pain. She started running for her car. She was real close to it when she heard something yell really loud. It sent a cold chill throughout her body; she knew damn well what it was too. She got in her car and started it up. All she could think about was getting the hell out of there ASAP. She pushed the pedal down and floored the car. It was a straight road for a few miles and then she would have to slow down. She looked in her rearview mirror and saw a dark figure coming at her fast. It was way too small to be a car. It looked like it had the shape of a person. It was Arthur. She had to have been going 85 mph and he was already at her rear tire. When he got up to her window he bashed it in. He snapped the seatbelt in half and tore her out of the car. The car slammed right into a tree and made a loud bang. Arthur slowed himself down gradually so they wouldn’t fall on the road and hurt themselves. She was still struggling with him; he needed to get her to calm down. He pulled out the tire iron he stole from her car before they entered into the forest. He smacked her against her head and she went out cold. Hopefully he could get her to cooperate the next day and get her to join his cause.</description>
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