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  <title>I have no job.</title>
  <subtitle>still, fuck the club.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-05-13T07:08:28Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:22524</id>
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    <title>sluts.</title>
    <published>2006-05-13T07:08:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-13T07:08:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just figured out what my problem is with getting guys.  I'm way less of a slut than all my girlfriends are.  However, when I have no gf's then other dudes think I'm with my guy friends.  I'm fat and cursed to my fate.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:22046</id>
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    <title>Save Toby</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T06:06:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T06:06:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I will express no opinion about this matter until I get some feed back... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.savetoby.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7406483/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7406483/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to these links.  They're about a cute little bunny.  Everyone should be informed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:21883</id>
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    <title>First time ever posting a quiz thingy...</title>
    <published>2005-02-18T21:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-18T21:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table style="font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074717933" method="POST"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#DDDD88"&gt;If you were a Pirate! by TheHalveric&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="armored_username" value="Niftyweaver" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Yer Pirate Name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Yer Pirate Name!" value="Soggy Sweet Sally" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Name yer ship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name yer ship!" value="Tum Tum yer Rum" size="20"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Why be ye a Pirate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;select name="Why be ye a Pirate?"&gt;&lt;option&gt;Damned pansy Navy wouldn't take me!&lt;option&gt;Revenge against the establishment!&lt;option&gt;I like booty!!!&lt;option&gt;I'm really good with knots...&lt;option&gt;Cause lawyerin' be too cruel.&lt;option&gt;Chicks dig eye-patches.&lt;option&gt;Buggery on the High Seas!&lt;option selected="SELECTED"&gt;All the rum you can drink!!!&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Yer First Mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;asaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#333333" style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Yer Cabin-boy! 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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:21295</id>
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    <title>Last night was bullshit...</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T19:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T19:33:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rick came up last night.  It was going really well, until about 10 guys over by the drunk bus started fighting.  Rick, pretty drunk, which means happy, jumps in and starts trying to stop it... well, of course some guy hits him, pisses him off... so he starts fighting... three guys jump him, drag him down.  I go over and pull the three guys off... turns out one of them was ryan james' cousin.  The bastard hit me in the face three times trying to get to rick... Not one of my guy friends said word one about it.  NONE of them gave a damn that a girl got hit in the face.  I realize I can take it, but my earing was bent into my ear, so I was bleeding everywhere, and my cheek is gonna be bruised as hell.  I hate rick for getting involved and acting like a jackass to me afterward when I saved his ass.  I hate ryan james for not dragging his stupid ass cousin away like I did rick.  I hate dignan, kyle, and cliff for not jumping in and helping me.  I hate eric for standing on the sidewalk like a jackass holding my purse.  I owned all those boys last night.  They're pussies and I hope they get beat up by a girl.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:21051</id>
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    <title>niftyweaver @ 2004-09-13T15:53:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-13T19:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-13T19:53:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really have nothing to say.</content>
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    <title>niftyweaver @ 2004-08-19T16:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-19T20:51:54Z</published>
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    <content type="html">You know I really thought Autumn and I were making some progress... She didn't see Dan at all last weekend, and she didn't complain about it.  We had started getting shit together for our apartment.  And... I don't know what I'm expecting of her.  I called her today to see if she wanted to see Jeffy today.  She hasn't seen him in so long.  I figured, hey, she'll jump at the chance.  Instead:  Oh... I'm going to rochester tonight.  Well that's nice Autumn.  Jeffy is rarely here and you may not have another chance to see him... and you're going to rochester.  Nice.   Whatever.</content>
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    <title>While the loopyiness lasts...</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T08:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T08:14:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm watching an episode of Full House.  It's the one where uncle jessie just got back from his honeymoon with becky and he's moving out of the big house.  Michelle gets all upset and gives jessie her big pink pig.  I have to have seen that scene a hundrend times.... Okay, like 10, but still a lot for a tv show.  And it never fails to make me tear up.  It's got to be the saddest scene EVER on television.</content>
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    <title>la la la la la</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T06:54:06Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-10T06:54:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My back has been hurting lately, so I finally broke down and went to the doctor and he gave me some interesting pills.  neproxin and darviset.  no way is that the right spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 4 pm to 1 am... and then I took the pills again... and I feel really loopy.  I've never felt this way on pills before.  Crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I can't believe livejournal doesn't have an emotion thingy for loopy... I'm so sad now.</content>
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    <title>I'd sure hate to break down here...</title>
    <published>2004-06-15T06:34:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-15T06:34:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anybody else feel like running away from home?  Maybe Dorothy style?  That'd be cool... run away with teacup and end up in technicolor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe starting a cult... Though I think I'd make a shitty religous leader.</content>
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    <title>niftyweaver @ 2004-05-30T21:41:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-31T01:41:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-31T01:41:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always end up alone...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:19351</id>
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    <title>Muahahahahahaha</title>
    <published>2004-04-27T01:07:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-27T01:07:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My brother's gonna kill me if he ever sees this!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just too much fun!!!  Hahahahaha.</content>
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    <title>Stolen from Kylea via Asaki</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T08:24:24Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-17T08:24:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4, Write down what it says.&lt;br /&gt;"are known as SHEILDS, extensive and relatively"&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?&lt;br /&gt;IMAC keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? &lt;br /&gt;Mortal Combat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is? 4:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 4:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? &lt;br /&gt;My mom drunkenly cleaning shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? When Dani and I went to walk around the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you wearing? &lt;br /&gt;Jeans, and Redwings t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you dream last night? &lt;br /&gt;Something great... I didn't want to wake up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When did you last laugh? &lt;br /&gt;With rick, dani, and chris about 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is on the walls of the room you are in? &lt;br /&gt;wallpaper, and this thing my brother wrote when he was in first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Seen anything weird lately? &lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems weird anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of this quiz? &lt;br /&gt;Meh, better than crap about what's my favorite color, and who I want to make out with... stupid high school bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the last film you saw? &lt;br /&gt;Malibu's most wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? &lt;br /&gt;A classic car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;People bother me alot, but I can't stand to be in a quiet place... I have to have sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;It would be okay for the united states to annex countries we take over... I'm tired of paying taxes for people in other countries to benifit from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I rarely get to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. a) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? &lt;br /&gt;Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;21. b) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you ever consider living abroad? &lt;br /&gt;I would never consider NOT living abroad.</content>
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    <title>niftyweaver @ 2004-04-17T04:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T08:05:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-17T08:05:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You ever feel like no one really loves you?  And that know one ever will?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:18451</id>
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    <title>Dear Chris,</title>
    <published>2004-04-09T23:59:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-09T23:59:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm stupid...  You've known this for years.  I have no right to get angry... Sometimes I forget that a lot of times I'm your help, I'm your escape from that house.  I've no right to be upset about something that you can't help or stop.  You're one of the few people that I truly care about and I can't stand the idea that I've hurt you by what I've said.  I didn't mean it.  Please call me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally.</content>
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    <title>I'm not a perfect person...</title>
    <published>2004-04-06T05:36:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-06T05:36:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel more alone than ever.  But I refuse to ruin everything.</content>
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    <title>I can't believe that...</title>
    <published>2004-04-04T04:22:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-04T04:22:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel freeer right now than at any time in my life... I'm just don't care about almost anything right now... I'm so happy... or lord... I don't know... just know that I love you all, and I'm happy, at least for the moment.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:17867</id>
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    <title>hehehe</title>
    <published>2004-04-01T23:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-01T23:15:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Check out my new LJ pic!  Chris made it... He just started taking pictures of me and I got made b/c of the manical way he was laughing and I put my hand up... Turned out pretty well, no?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:17542</id>
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    <title>Now you want more...</title>
    <published>2004-03-29T20:05:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-29T20:05:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a date last night... and I was left with an overwhelming sense of "meh"</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:17356</id>
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    <title>I hit a man on spring break...</title>
    <published>2004-03-12T03:36:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-12T03:39:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I decided to go visit my North Carolina friends over spring break and go to florida with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Destin FL, just miles from Panama City... I was driving a girl named Jodi to her boyfriends hotel, cruising down the strip at about 9:30, going about 30 miles an hour in a 45 mph zone, when a drunken man ran across a lane of traffic and stopped in front of my car to wave at a bunch of girls.  I slammed on my breaks but I still hit him.  He dented my hood and flew right into the center of my windshield, shattering it from end to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit a man in the street.  I think it has to be the most horrible thing to ever happen to me.  The police ruled that it wasn't my fault, my insurance guy said that from my story and jodi's that the guy is liable and I'm not... but still.  I was hysterical for about an hour after the accident.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is apparently unharmed, from what I've heard.  He had a concussion, but he never lost consiousness, he could move all of his fingers, toes, and limbs, but who knows right?  He could be seriously brain damaged, or who knows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple days after the accident, I was pretty numb about the whole thing.  I was perfectly okay with joking about it... but the longer I think about it, the more I just want to forget about it.  It was horrible watching a person come over my windshield, and horrible watching him lay on the ground.  I was freaking out... even his friends came over to me and told me to calm down, that he was okay, that every thing would be alright.  I haven't had much real sleep since it happened.  Either it's been alchohol induced or I haven't slept long enough to dream... I really scared I'll have nightmares.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:16901</id>
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    <title>Gaaa.....</title>
    <published>2004-02-16T01:30:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-16T01:30:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;BORED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please call me, please give me something to do... I'm so freakin' bored.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:16868</id>
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    <title>I never said goodbye...</title>
    <published>2004-02-15T08:03:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-15T08:03:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a decent weekend, excepting certain parts of it.  I've been in such a shitty mood lately, but the last few days have been wonderful.  Today was a bust though, I'm not really feeling well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I'm sorry to Chris and Will for destroying the plans for tonight, sorry kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say hi to Niki K, and happy birthday, if it really is, and thanks to Andrea for posting that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all, sweet dreams</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:16443</id>
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    <title>I've got really big feet</title>
    <published>2004-02-10T03:27:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-10T03:27:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know that song about the little teapot??&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a little teapot short and stout&lt;br /&gt;Here is my handle here is my spout&lt;br /&gt;When I get all steamed up hear me shout&lt;br /&gt;Tip me over and pour me out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's about a short fat guy gettin' some.  &lt;br /&gt;A "handle" and "spout"??  Come on.  We all know what &lt;br /&gt;he really means.  "When I get all steamed up"??  Please&lt;br /&gt;He likes the rubbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's disgusting is that this song is sung to children!!  &lt;br /&gt;The Priest's!!  The Priest's are the ones that wrote this song... &lt;br /&gt;Dirty old men.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:16318</id>
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    <title>And things went awry...</title>
    <published>2004-02-08T20:35:46Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-08T20:35:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wow I'm a whore.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:15879</id>
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    <title>Tell me where have you been...</title>
    <published>2004-01-28T20:57:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-28T20:57:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I fucking tired of this he said she said bullshit.  I don't give a fuck.  If you're being a gossip then you need to stab yourself in the ear.  It's not important, it's not real.  And what pisses me off further is that I try to be nice, and I try to be responsible, and I try not to talk about people b/c I don't want to be talked about, and yet I'm always the one who ends up looking bad, and I'm called a bitch b/c I don't want to hear your mean words.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:niftyweaver:15791</id>
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    <title>Blah.</title>
    <published>2004-01-21T07:00:17Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-21T07:00:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm sick to death of bullshit... If I cared more I'd chronicle the drama of hesperia, but I have better things to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically typing this to let all of you know I'm angry.  I figure that's what this thing is supposed to be about anyway.  Bitching and Complaining and what not.</content>
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