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  <title>smiling at the majorettes smoking winston cigarettes.</title>
  <subtitle>sirens on the roof still wailing but there's no ship sailing</subtitle>
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    <name>sea of doubts</name>
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  <updated>2005-05-19T03:57:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eatmygoods:18522</id>
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    <title>THE OC WILL ALWAYS BE THERE.</title>
    <published>2005-05-19T03:57:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-19T03:57:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i won't.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eatmygoods:18235</id>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-05-15T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T04:09:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-16T04:09:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">NEW AIM SCREEN NAME: JUNXINTHETRUNX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking add that shit up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eatmygoods:17970</id>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-05-05T00:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-05T07:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-05T07:33:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I LOVE SNOOP DOGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank too much coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pillow smells like the boy and it's like flippin cat nip. &lt;br /&gt;and i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;he was cute today.&lt;br /&gt;he's cute everyday. &lt;br /&gt;but like... really cute today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back from nomeansno a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;autumn's father is THE man. &lt;br /&gt;the show was good. &lt;br /&gt;left early because i work in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rollin down the street smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice...&lt;br /&gt;LAIDBACK(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINCO DE MAYO IS TOMORROW AND MY MOM IS MAKING hella ENCHILADAS!&lt;br /&gt;should i watch the OC with those kids or eat HELLA enchiladas with my family?&lt;br /&gt;the boy smells hella grood... i just.... don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally get a stereo installed in my car on friday. &lt;br /&gt;happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, if you want a zine comment on this with your address and we'll send you one.&lt;br /&gt;or like... give us money because this shit is expensive bitches and you must pay to bow down before us... SWINE.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eatmygoods:17886</id>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-05-01T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T02:42:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T02:42:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh. &lt;br /&gt;yep yep yep yep. &lt;br /&gt;flippin i feel great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no serious. &lt;br /&gt;i have no reason to update other than i'm just hella bored. &lt;br /&gt;i got my cd back and i'm hella happy about it. i missed it. and now it's back.&lt;br /&gt;fuck i am so lame. i really like this keyboard. really great to type on. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eatmygoods:17514</id>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-04-28T17:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-29T00:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-29T00:36:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I EAT HELLA POPSICLES ALL THE TIME AND I'M HELLA HAPPY ABOUT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ONE COME ALL TO THE DAS LANGE GRIFT ZINE (NUMBA THREE) RELEASE PARTY ON SATURDAY THE 30TH OF APRIL.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE KERI'S HOUSE IS THEN YOU'RE SUPID. BUT IF YOU'RE STUPID AND YOU WANT TO COME, MY NUMBER IS 477-8398 AND I'LL GIVE YOU DIRECTIONS. ALSO, BRING $2 FOR THE ZINE IF YOU WANT A COPY AS WE'RE CHARGING NOW. THIS SHIT IS EXPENSIVE AND YOU ALL NEED TO PAY TO VIEW OUR GREATNESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE ALSO STARTING SUBSCRIPTIONS SO YOU CAN SIGN UP FOR THOSE AT THE PARTY AS WELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLE-OO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i just whored the zine party.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-04-21T10:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T17:14:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T17:14:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in a hella good state right now. &lt;br /&gt;And this is a hellllllllllla good song right now. &lt;br /&gt;My thumb is green from that Target place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin I love. &lt;br /&gt;Serious. &lt;br /&gt;It's really foreign to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how weird love can be when you haven't had it like this in a too long while. &lt;br /&gt;But I do. &lt;br /&gt;And people don't understand... it's fucking mutual. &lt;br /&gt;They try to tell me all these things like be careful.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm just throwing my shit to the wind. &lt;br /&gt;I'm being careful.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't think that after all that's been said and done that it's just an act and something to get into my pants. &lt;br /&gt;It's fucking mutual.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy about that.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-04-09T19:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T02:30:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T02:30:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so so so so confused. &lt;br /&gt;i could scream. &lt;br /&gt;please reply before i shit myself with anxiety. &lt;br /&gt;is it better to know or not to know?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:eatmygoods:16647</id>
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    <title>hydrate or die!</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T00:19:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T00:19:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm a licensed driver.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting chinese food tonight. &lt;br /&gt;because i'm a bad ass mother.&lt;br /&gt;damn right.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-03-28T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T06:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-29T06:01:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;. you a nigga, yo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="300" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;black&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;asian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;white&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;latino&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=4258"&gt;Are you a different race than you think you are?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mos def.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-03-25T02:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-25T10:09:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-25T10:09:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>AC/DC</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so.&lt;br /&gt;i have a cold.&lt;br /&gt;i took a big stinker in the halway bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;bitch was like bombs over baghdad for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to sleep in my mom's big froofy bed tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and it's god damned freezing in my house. &lt;br /&gt;and i can't turn on the heater because everytime i do, i just want to scream, "WHO LET THE DEAD IN?!"&lt;br /&gt;because me and mother think that some small animal must have kicked the bucket in the passage ways of our heating system. &lt;br /&gt;everytime we turn on the heat, the house starts to smell something horrid. &lt;br /&gt;and then i'll laugh about letting the dead in because the ring 2 was ridiculously creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think for the next two weeks or so i'm going to take hulla hulla sleeping pills so i can just sleep the days away and live the night life. &lt;br /&gt;nights are much more quiet and intersesting, i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love bundling up in blankets and eating frozen frosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;would you prefer turning a heater on and heating the enitre room or getting cozy in a mound of blankets?&lt;br /&gt;it really is something to be thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to live in a hotel room for a month and never clean it. &lt;br /&gt;i want to throw empty soda cans at the television when i'm angry at the shows it doesn't give me. &lt;br /&gt;i want to write obscenities on the bathroom mirror when it clouds up, leaving almost permanent marks so that when the next person staying in the room showers, they will see my words.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do a trucker with only his boots on. &lt;br /&gt;scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do a fine little boy with only his tennnies on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank too much OJ.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-03-22T16:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-23T00:11:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-23T00:11:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i failed my driver's license test today.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit. &lt;br /&gt;i can't even think straight. &lt;br /&gt;i don't think i could cry any harder. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't think i would fail nor cry if i did. &lt;br /&gt;i feel like a stupid little girl. &lt;br /&gt;I, I, I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to wait two fucking weeks to take it again and on top of that pay the assholes at the DMV five dollars as a fee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this fucking spic of a instructor. &lt;br /&gt;i couldn't understand anything she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i said spic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said i did beautifully except for that whole bit where i was going out of the parking lot and there was a monster SUV, which i let pass me and then there was a tiny little ass of a car right behind it.&lt;br /&gt;and i checked to see if there was any cars.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't see the little ugly ass aqua ford or whatever the hell it was. &lt;br /&gt;and she goes, "ohhhh, what waaaas daaaaat?"&lt;br /&gt;and fails me.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-03-15T23:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T07:13:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T07:13:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">explosions.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-03-15T19:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-16T03:49:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-16T03:49:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh life is so shitty. &lt;br /&gt;everything is so shitty. &lt;br /&gt;shitty.&lt;br /&gt;mmmm, natalie portman.&lt;br /&gt;delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rather ugly today.&lt;br /&gt;buckle didn't want to give me a second interview. &lt;br /&gt;no one wants to come to the snow with me.&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me very sad.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel as if autumn kind of blows me off. &lt;br /&gt;not like she ever said she was going to come with us... but like whenever we talk she just says, "yeah, i really want to see you. we should hang out." and it never goes anywhere past that, yet she finds the time to hang out with others. oh well.   &lt;br /&gt;i'm actually updating my livejournal, which is another sign of pathetic little me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cry.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-02-06T20:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-07T04:57:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-07T04:57:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dang ol superbowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang ol need a car.&lt;br /&gt;dang ol need a new digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;dang ol want to go to DC sometime soon to see erik and julia. &lt;br /&gt;dang ol want a job at quiznos.</content>
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    <title>oh aranea, you're so divine.</title>
    <published>2005-01-31T08:20:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-31T08:20:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Went and saw Gravy Train!!!! on Friday night and the Bottom of the Hill. &lt;br /&gt;My fucking god. &lt;br /&gt;Veronica Lipgloss and the Evil Eyes are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;There is one word to describe the crowd while watching them: ape shit. &lt;br /&gt;I looked over to the "EAT: order here" sign and it was swinging. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of each song there would be at least half a minute of screams of delight. &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, the trashy half naked girlies dancing on platforms inches away from me. &lt;br /&gt;Serious, I could smell the coochie stank. &lt;br /&gt;It was that good.&lt;br /&gt;Gravy Train!!!! was good, as always. &lt;br /&gt;That was the third time I saw them. &lt;br /&gt;We brought a sign that originally said "MAKE OUT WITH US, HUNX" but then with beautiful spur of the moment brilliance, Autumn ripped off the H. &lt;br /&gt;"MAKE OUT WITH US, UNX" &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the show me and Autumn talked with Junx and he gave us his zine(FAG SCHOOL) and hugs. We're going to send him a personal copy of DAS LANGE GRIFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to Thea's dorm and got our crunk on. &lt;br /&gt;Laurel and Autumn went to sleep while me and Thea and David enjoyed ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;Diane came out to play.&lt;br /&gt;She's forty years young and a hardass. &lt;br /&gt;She smokes Winstons. &lt;br /&gt;I am also Diane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put the pedal to the metal, Diane needs some num nums."</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-01-12T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-13T06:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-13T06:40:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just fucking watch it. &lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://media.ebaumsworld.com/shakethatass.swf"&gt;SHAKE THAT ASS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-01-11T15:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T23:29:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T23:29:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got a new cell phone today. &lt;br /&gt;This bitch is slammin.&lt;br /&gt;The guy at the cingular store reminded me a lot of Pauly Shore, he was nice looking. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like, "Baby, are you cingular? 'Cause I'm cingular. Maybe we could share some minutes."</content>
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    <title>hello, hello. it's good to be back, it's good to be back.</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T07:12:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T07:12:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>gary glitter - hello, hello, i'm back again.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Eh, I never update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Perry a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Boy is that kid a lamb if I ever saw one. &lt;br /&gt;He gave me a ride home from the libary. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, bitches. LIBARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try and talk Mr. Sumner into letting me use the scanner on the computer at school on Wednesday so I can scan some prints and hopefully get some on the big ol intranet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing The Sharpies on Thursday at the Bottom of the Hill. Guest list bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my layout, it's fancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eariler me and Evan, my little brother, were singing and dancing around and he was like, "Lets put on Fucky Town!" &lt;br /&gt;I was all, "Excuse me, Mr.? What did you just say?"&lt;br /&gt;And he was all, "Fucky Town!"&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to listen to Funkytown. &lt;br /&gt;I love that kid. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, Blondie at age three?!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, he'll be four come Thursday.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-01-10T02:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-10T10:49:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-10T10:49:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/elektrizitat/P1010131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/elektrizitat/P1010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v219/elektrizitat/P1010135.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2005-01-02T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-02T08:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-02T08:54:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Death has been all too prominent in my life recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting over. &lt;br /&gt;This is a whole other volume, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting an end to bullshit, I'd like to think. &lt;br /&gt;So, I believe I'll be getting my act together now, thank you very much.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2004-12-31T01:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T09:55:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T09:55:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After putting down Catch 22, unsatisfied, I lay tossing in my bed with a sickly taste in my thoat. It was a combination of lip balm, blood, toothpaste and sore throat. What a god awful taste. I wasn't tired. What was I doing trying to force myself to sleep? I didn't need to sleep. So, clearly, my mission was right there before me. I had to beat the entire game of Donkey Kong Kountry on Super Nintendo. &lt;br /&gt;I've been trying for lord knows how many years to beat this game. Only recently I've become very close. I've been stuck on the very last level for about a week now. &lt;br /&gt;The level starts out on a boat and immediatly a barrel giving you the other player crashes open. You walk to the other end of the boat and this huge ugly mother fucker of an aligator with a cape and crown hops down from the heavens. Then the damned beast has enough nerve to take off his crown and throw it at you, boomeranging it back and forth until either you jump over it and bop him on the head or the blessed crown hits you and you are left with your remaining character. So, like the smart little girly that I am, I jump over the crown and bop the bastard on the head. And what does he do? He charges at me! I then jump over him and follow him to the other end of the boat where he -again- throws his crown at me. I hop over it and then hop over him as he charges, again. We go to the other side of the boat and he again charges. Then we're on the other side of the boat again and he again throws his crown at me... again, bitches. So! I hop over him as he charges, run to the other side after him, hop over him again as he charges again and then follow again to the other side of the boat and hop over him again as he charges again and then again! he throws his crown at me... again. I hop over that and again bop the bastard on the head.(I'm not being dumb, I noticed a long time ago how much I was using the word 'again'... on second thought, yes, I'm being dumb.) The big ugly fucker begins to bounce up and down. Then, suddenly, without notice, he's on the other side of the boat and bombs are dropping like a mother fucker. I dodge the bombs as they drop across the screen. After this horrific air strike, he -again!- throws his crown at me and I jump over it and bop him on the head(how repetative, jeez...) He again begins to bounce and is soon on the other side of the boat, again. Throws his crown, I dodge, I bop him on the head, bombs drop from the other side of the boat, coming towards me. I dodge those bombs and then they come from my side of the screen and I dodge those ones as well. He throws the crown and is soon bouncing like a maniac not long after I dodge the crown and bop him on his big ugly head. He flies to the other side of the screen and more bombs are dropping from the other side of the boat. I dodge those and then bombs come from my side of the boat, I dodge those and then more bombs are coming from the other side of the boat. These are also mother fucking dodged, damnit. And AGAIN, he throws his stupid little crown at me, I dodge and bop him on the head. He falls. The Kredits run. All C's are replaced with K's. Clever. At the end of the credits, it says, "the end?" with a question mark. How sly do they really think they are? Do they not know that by putting that question mark there really does signify that it is not the end at all? Or else, why the fuck would they put it there? Huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big old asshole gets up and tramples me. He mother fucking tramples me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe some other day.</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2004-12-26T23:18:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-27T07:19:36Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-27T07:19:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, I need help. I was wondering if anyone with LJ/designing skills wants to design my LJ for me, cause I obviously don't know how to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help a sister out!</content>
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2004-12-25T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-25T22:58:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-25T22:58:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mark your calendars! The time has come again! Yes, yes! 

It is yet again time for Keri's New Years Drunken Or-g! 

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What the dillio:

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Friday night
Keri's house-hold(if you don't know how to get there, ask Keri for
directions... whatever you do, don't ask Autumn, she's not too good at
it.)
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Whatever time you decide to show up, tres bien.
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Bring booze a plenty(and everyone, don't just bring vodka, that shit gets old really damned fast.)

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You will not be driving off with alcohol surging in your veins so if you decide to sleep here, bring a sleeping bag + pillow. 

(NOTE: this year, no little brother will be present.)&lt;br&gt;
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    <title>eatmygoods @ 2004-12-18T00:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T08:54:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T08:54:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">God I want to end up like one of the Ab Fab ladies. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it ideal?&lt;br /&gt;I suspect, though, that I would be Edina and Autumn, Patsy.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have the children and the haggard old mum, the ex husbands and the unsucessful business of trying to be sucessful. &lt;br /&gt;'Tis a hard life to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around picking up job applications yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother will be gone Monday night and I want somewhat of a get together to happen.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of hoo ha, yowza, yowza, yowza, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;And a lovah.&lt;br /&gt;And money.&lt;br /&gt;And a car.&lt;br /&gt;And oh! all you pretty things, don't you know you're driving your mother and father insane.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the jist of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nutter, I really am.</content>
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    <title>if you want my body and you think i'm sexy, come on baby let me know</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T20:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T20:09:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>salt n pepper</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My mother is about to drive a girl crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without school is alright, besides the woman. &lt;br /&gt;If she wasn't such a nag, I'd be doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that I should get up at the buttcrack of dawn every morning.&lt;br /&gt;What she fails to realize is that I do my work and I'm trying to get a job, I should be able to wake up at what time I like, I think I've earned it.&lt;br /&gt;All these years waking up at six in the morning or earlier, I really do think I've earned the right to sleep in a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing for love, however.&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing people is alright, because I never really saw people at school anyways(there are some exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;But really, I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to love, just like I did before I started doing this.&lt;br /&gt;So there is no immediate change in my loneliness, it's just more apparent as I have more time to think upon it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of my mother's nagging, she tells me that 1 hour on the computer each day will suffice. &lt;br /&gt;I think that is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;I could slap a ho.&lt;br /&gt;Daaaamn right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik, Julia and Dude come up on monday and tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;Should be interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting the urge to call that boy and it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Seeing him last weekend was a bad idea because it put all these thoughts of ideals in my head. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even know.</content>
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