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  <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:01:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Scoopermann, he is teh hero ov deh ice creamz.&lt;br /&gt;SCOOOPERMAN! He is such a sooper man.&lt;br /&gt;Scoopermaan, coming for teh rescue if yer lacking dairyyyy,&lt;br /&gt;scoopermaan, tastes great topped wif a cherry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote dis.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 03:59:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>You know..</title>
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  <description>Honestly, I don&apos;t even know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is gone, I&apos;ve got nowhere to go,&lt;br /&gt;never going to see my sisters again.&lt;br /&gt;But hell, it could get worse right?&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s a scary thought. I should&apos;ve&lt;br /&gt;seen it coming, my step dad aalways&lt;br /&gt;was a dick. He didn&apos;t even cry. He&lt;br /&gt;cracked a joke instead. I mean sure&lt;br /&gt;maybe he displays his emotions in a&lt;br /&gt;different way, but what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;He had a choice, keep going with the&lt;br /&gt;treatment, or end it. He would endit.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn&apos;t visited the grave at all, &lt;br /&gt;since she&apos;s passed. He up and left&lt;br /&gt;without a heads up with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;He&apos;s already looking for someone &lt;br /&gt;new. I&apos;m so disgusted with human&lt;br /&gt;nature right now. Fuck it all....</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 03:12:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>HEY GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?!!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Spring break starts April 5th, and I&apos;m going to ARIZONA.&lt;br /&gt;But where am I going before then?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;DENVER COLORADO!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that&apos;s right.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, tell me if you wanna meet up, and maybe we can arrange something.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 20:56:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a fucking asshole. You&apos;ve ruined me over and over again. I dealt with it because I loved you, always had. You broke me down, made me miserable, when I needed you the most you abandoned me. You made me choose between you or the person who gave me life, the person who needed my help the most. And you left me. After you realized I wasn&apos;t just a pebble among other pebbles, you wanted me back, you said you loved me, you&apos;d never make the same mistake twice; you said you&apos;d do anything for me. I gave you a second chance immediately. I admit that was my fault, we both knew that I wasn&apos;t strong enough to say no. I loved you so much, you were my everything. You told me you regretted everything you did to hurt me; yet did you really regret it? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no you didn&apos;t. You did it again. I was busy. She was sick. I was constantly stressed. I had work, school, I had to watch my sisters, I had to make time for myself. You hated that you had to wait. You made it seem like everything would be alright, that I could stay for just one more year, she needed me, and I needed to be here for her. I wasn&apos;t happy. You must have been miserable. After that year, I&apos;d be there, everything you ever wanted right? I didn&apos;t see you give anything up. 3 years later you do it again. You break me. We are different people, you&apos;re right. I&apos;d never fuck you over like you did to me. I&apos;d never leave you for a good fuck, I&apos;d never be so cruel as you. I asked, is it a repeat? Is your reasoning the same as before? Are you getting rid of me to get a new person, someone closer, someone who&apos;d give it up, someone you could share all your immoralities with because perhaps I&apos;m too pure? No, you reassured me Brit we&apos;re just different people. We will never work. FUCK THAT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;removing me wouldn&apos;t make me not find out, I&apos;ll have you know. You&apos;re such a manipulative liar, and her?! Wow wow wow. The fact that I asked you if there was another girl, and you downright lied to me, just fucking low. Seriously, I hope you&apos;re happy with yourself, I hope you&apos;re satisfied, I hope you realize how fucked up it was that you did this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t bother ever responding to this, I&apos;d rather not see your screen name again. I&apos;m numb now, and it&apos;s your fault.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Aug 2006 20:12:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, here&apos;s my schedule...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st hour- Advanced Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;2nd hour- Early World History&lt;br /&gt;3rd hour- Accelerated Geometry&lt;br /&gt;4th hour- Advanced English 11&lt;br /&gt;5th hour- Spanish 111&lt;br /&gt;6th hour- Computer Apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAI.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 00:57:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I can officially say this has been the worst summer of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I have nothing to do here, it just gets me thinking about my mom and how horrible everything is. I&apos;ve learned that I can cry as much as I want, but no matter what it&apos;s not going to reverse the situation. They always say being positive is what will get her cured, but it&apos;s hard to be positive when everything has gone to hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the fountain not too long ago, and everyone got to make a wish and throw a penny in the fountain. Devynn got a penny but accidently missed the fountain somehow, and said &quot;OH NO!!! NOW MY WISH WONT COME TRUE!! MOMMY WONT GET BETTER!&quot; It&apos;s justone of those things that makes you wanna shoot yourself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is just one of those entries you make when theres really no one to talk to at the moment. No one will understand this  but I guess it&apos;s better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the entry, needed to get some shit out of my mind</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 16:59:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=90332688&quot;&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=90332688&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little thing I wrote for myspace, but I&apos;m wondering if it was a bad idea, considering the fact that most people will never even bother to read it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 17:28:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I now bring you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b66/Britron/BAHAH.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. KIIIY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b66/Britron/seepy.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b66/Britron/soop.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b66/Britron/haa.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b66/Britron/seepybuut.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on a shitty note, I recently got the stomach virus and it was horrible. I now have a horrible stomach ache (yes...horrible) but I&apos;ve learned to deal with it, even though it feels like someone is stabbing me in the stomach 24/7. The end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Feb 2006 15:35:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, it turns out she wasn&apos;t joking when she said we were moving. This sucks. Last week all I&apos;ve been doing is cleaning my room getting ready to move. Before all this moving stuff happened, I wanted to get out of Ypsilanti so bad, and I wanted to go to a new school and everything. Now that it&apos;s actually happening, I really don&apos;t want to. I&apos;ve finally made friends that will actually be there for me. Before i could never say I had good friends, because I didn&apos;t. That was the whole reason I left Ann Arbor in the first place. Valentines Day came around, and Shelby (The Best Friend for you who don&apos;t know) wrote me a Valentines Day card, and I wrote her one in return, just to make ourselves feel better I guess. So I ended up reading the card in third hour, and god damnit! I started to get all teary eyed. It&apos;s amazing, a simple card can make you realize how great your friend is. Shelby is basically the only reason Ypsi High doesn&apos;t suck completely. Too bad she&apos;ll never see this =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the for sale sign goes up today. We had two people over to look at the house yesterday, and I overheard some of the conversation. We&apos;re moving because we&apos;re in debt I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is getting rid of the cats, so no more kitties in the background of my pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b66/Britron/100_2221.jpg&quot; /&gt;</description>
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