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  <title>caffeine dreams / big bang machines</title>
  <subtitle>rara</subtitle>
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    <name>rara</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-04T11:43:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:8780</id>
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    <title>time to face the change</title>
    <published>2009-01-27T01:31:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-04T11:43:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Clap Your Hands Say Yeah</lj:music>
    <content type="html">new LJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_rara_imura' lj:user='rara_imura' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rara-imura.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://rara-imura.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rara_imura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please add, as i will be retiring this LJ. that's right. It's going to retire in Florida, now. With lawn flamingos and Wednesday night BINGO.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:8678</id>
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    <title>my reading list: 2009</title>
    <published>2009-01-23T13:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-23T13:37:28Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Choking Victim</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This list is compiled of books I already own, but have never read. Until I read all of them I will feel incredibly guilty for purchasing more reading material. In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Omens - Neil Gaiman &amp; Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;2. Even Cowgirls Get The Blues - Tom Robbins&lt;br /&gt;3. The Golden Compass - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;4. The Eye of the World - Robert Jordan&lt;br /&gt;5. The Bookseller of Kabul - Asne Seierstad&lt;br /&gt;6. The Last of the Mohicans - Fenimore Cooper&lt;br /&gt;7. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;8. The Book of Three - Lloyd Alexander&lt;br /&gt;9. The Black Cauldron&lt;br /&gt;10. The Castle of Llyr&lt;br /&gt;11. Taran Wanderer&lt;br /&gt;12. The High King&lt;br /&gt;13. The Complete Stories of Franz Kafka&lt;br /&gt;14. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;15. First King of Shannara - Terry Brooks&lt;br /&gt;16. The Sword of Shannara &lt;br /&gt;17. The Elfstones of Shannara&lt;br /&gt;18-19. The Heritage of Shannara (Books 1-2)&lt;br /&gt;20. Voyage of the Jerle Shannara: Ilse Witch&lt;br /&gt;21-25. Magic Kingdom of Landover Series (Books 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;26. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;27. A Ring of Endless Light - Madeleine L'Engle&lt;br /&gt;28. Book of Enchantments - Patricia C. Wrede&lt;br /&gt;29. Tangerine - Edward Bloor&lt;br /&gt;30. The Political Philosophy of Bakunin - G.P. Maximoff&lt;br /&gt;31. American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis&lt;br /&gt;32. Twilight - Stephanie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;33. Tales of Beedle the Bard - J.K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;34. Stardust - Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;35. A Short History of Nearly Everything - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to read 3 books a week. Wish me luck!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:7559</id>
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    <title>it's 2009. it's business time.</title>
    <published>2009-01-02T03:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-02T03:07:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At the stroke of midnight I found myself overlooking Tumon Bay, standing alongside many toga-clad hashers who were in varying stages of drunkenness. Nina and I were the only sane people there, which is saying something. Nina and I are a quite weird. After escaping the creepy advances of a certain lead singer we drove to Kamesha's house to get drunk(er) and play Halo. &lt;br /&gt;   We didn't end up playing Halo. Just drinking with Kamesha &amp; NickChicken (Foreman was a sickboy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I spent half of January first feeling sorry for myself because my car is DEAD. That's right. There's no fixing it on my budget, even with the help of Demus (thanks for volunteering, though). It's back to Mass Transit and asking for my mum for rides. I feel like I'm sixteen again, though not in a good way. After I stopped my pity party I felt really motivated to start on my various projects that I have going for 2009. I'm not going reveal what they are, because I tend to jinx myself when I do. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you people. (insert tropic thunder joke here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rara</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:7313</id>
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    <title>Spidercar is in the ER</title>
    <published>2008-12-30T04:17:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T04:17:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bad news for Sarah. After a hilariously bad night of Halo Live with Chi, NickChicken and Foreplay I woke up to drive blearily home and get ready for work. Imagine my supreese when I turned the key in the ignition and the only sound came from the airconditioning.&lt;br /&gt;   Nick was nice enough to drive me to Grandma's, where I borrowed Wes' jumper cables and went BACK to try and jump start my car. It turns out there's nothing wrong with the battery. So either my alternator belt needs to be changed or it's a problem with the starter. This all sounds very impressive, but my knowledge of cars is secondhand.&lt;br /&gt; Therefore, I'll be relying on the parentals and Guam Mass Transit to get around. No one is more upset about this than I. &lt;br /&gt;  Hopefully I can still get out of the house for New Year's Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only resolution for 2009 is moving off this god-forsaken island to San Francisco to pursue acting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. When pigs fly, right? &lt;br /&gt;But didn't Pink Floyd already prove that was possible?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:6897</id>
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    <title>christmas is over.</title>
    <published>2008-12-26T06:18:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-26T06:18:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">christmas is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can all resume being assholes to each other until December 25, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this video recently and it made christmas suck a lot less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:6591</id>
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    <title>omfgwwjd @ 2008-12-23T14:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-23T04:59:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-23T04:59:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Postal Service - Sleeping In</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Took these pictures after Marc and I watched Twilight last Thursday. The movie was as horrible as everyone said it was, but I couldn't help going all fangirl when Rob Pattinson was onscreen.&lt;br /&gt;Curse you Rob! You and your good looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/3129376029_86b60b86e9.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3143/3129374579_aa2ef3e7df.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/3130196948_ebce52785c.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few more, but they're all on my &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmZsaWNrci5jb20vcGhvdG9zL2xvdHVza2lkLz0=" target="_blank"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; account.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:6295</id>
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    <title>The Darkness: A Muthafockin' Tribute!</title>
    <published>2008-12-21T11:21:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-21T11:21:52Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>The Darkness - Permission To Land</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It was a slow day in the office. I needed some theme music to keep me alive and kicking. I went through a long mental list of bands I haven't heard in awhile and decided to give The Darkness a listen for the first time in two years. &lt;br /&gt;   I remember vividly why I had such a love affair with The Darkness. Justin Hawkins, with his bedazzled spandex jumpsuits and oversexed hair was the most magnetic frontman I had ever seen. He evoked in my 15 year old self a sense of utmost loyalty. The power he wielded with those ridiculous falsettos would have Freddie Mercury(rest his soul) dancing in his grave. And what would The Darkness be without Justin's little brother Dan and his axe-wielding genius? His solo in I Believe In A Thing Called Love melts my face every time. &lt;br /&gt;   If Queen and Van Halen had a one-night stand, their abortion would be The Darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the kitsch! The odes to crabs! The glitter! The handlebar mustaches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:6126</id>
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    <title>i'm the bubble girl with a horn</title>
    <published>2008-12-13T02:00:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T02:00:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AIH makes me all kinds of happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to feed J-Lo to Robo Pete.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:5805</id>
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    <title>omfgwwjd @ 2008-12-09T14:43:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-09T04:57:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-09T04:57:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's nice to know that in these times of economic stress, people can still afford to buy shitty, plastic lawn decorations in celebration of a holiday that has nothing to do with Jesus. God, I love America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things I haven't worried about for the past 4 years:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being trampled on Black Friday by rabid soccer moms&lt;br /&gt;2. Buying pseudo-personal gifts for family members I despise&lt;br /&gt;3. Wondering how to avoid the Salvation Army people at store entrances (feign deafness/satanic possession)&lt;br /&gt;4. Answering awkward questions from members of my ex-church (feign seizures/satan-worship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being agnostic is probably the easiest position to defend. It's like the 5th amendment of religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm making it a point to be a better lj friend and, you know, actually find some lj friends besides Kamesha and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[post script]I love Kamesha and Foreman. :]</content>
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    <title>sorry Nick</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T11:25:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-17T11:25:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't kept up on posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I'm too lazy to look for my friends on LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot pockets?&lt;br /&gt;hoooot pockets!</content>
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    <title>leap frog faith</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T02:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T02:45:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Norah Jones</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There's something about the summer that stokes the fire of my neuroses. It could just be the fact that schools are out. And the presence of so many teenagers gamboling about in tight, little covens reminds me horribly of my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;   Thinking about high school ignites my already sporadic social anxiety. The crowds, the noises, the LOLs. Sometimes it is overwhelming. Fuck all...I thought I got over this paralysis a long time ago.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:4121</id>
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    <title>i'm back?</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T07:08:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T07:08:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Expect the unexpected.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:3902</id>
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    <title>bonafide hustla</title>
    <published>2007-12-26T08:23:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-26T08:27:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>M.I.A. - Big Branch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">kira's back yaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some day very very soon i will have that Nikon D40 in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;then all will be good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;except for africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SORRY AFRICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i love M.I.A. gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v299/poison_amour/mia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:3599</id>
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    <title>my bff is now my bf</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T10:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T10:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;gtfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's AMAZING. that's right, i said it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>greent tea in the morning</title>
    <published>2007-07-16T00:28:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-16T00:29:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Iron and Wine - Boy With A Coin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; found a bunch of vicodin on friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; passed out promptly at matapang [again] after taking two.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;got some wonderful candy for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after work i blazed up with Eff, Leif &amp;amp; Chris. Fun, fun. We drove around in circles in an empty parking lot, listening to The Shins and laughing hysterically. Then I went home and&amp;nbsp;became fairly productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, do I love the mary jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>viva la weekend</title>
    <published>2007-07-02T08:08:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-02T08:08:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Klaxons - Golden Skans</lj:music>
    <content type="html">getting waterguns from k-mart &amp;amp; skeet skeeting all over tourists in tumon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiesta hotel and all the skanks that left so the party was again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapang and being too fucked up to care if i was laying in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up sunday and only working for 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanging out with pops &amp;amp; watching grandma's boy for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>single by default</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T12:01:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-20T12:01:40Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hole</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Co-dependent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Coward.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's boy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Control freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you were good for were empty promises and half-assed reassurances.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;It's not sad. It's a damn good&amp;nbsp;comedy, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtain's down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't deserve&amp;nbsp;an encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>OH F^*&amp;K  NO MANA!</title>
    <published>2007-06-18T14:04:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-18T14:04:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Red Aunts - Suetre</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Myspace is being queer and telling everyone I'm online when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal is more fun. It's like talking to myself and realizing that at least one person heard me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk people. It's lonely in the stratosphere.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>to be continued [?]</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T11:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T11:07:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Sound of Animals Fighting - The Heretic</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="def_word"&gt;break&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="def_thumbs"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="def_p"&gt;&lt;p&gt;By far the most idiotic concept ever created. Introduced to the masses by friends when Ross and Rachel went on a "Break." Since then, when girls are too stupid, bitchy or confused to just break up with someone, the decide to "take a break." The terms definitions can vary to allow each partner to see other people during this time, &lt;strong&gt;or they can set the rules so that neither of you can see others*&lt;/strong&gt;. The later enables them to suck what is left of your soul out before they break up with you and latch onto someone else. The literal translation of "I think we should go on a break" when translated to actual english is " I'm a bitch and I would like to waste some more of your time by half staying together."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This just isn't working anymore, I think we should take a break, I still love you, it's just...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:1023</id>
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    <title>let's just forget this fight and all its implications</title>
    <published>2007-06-09T19:42:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-09T19:42:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Modest Mouse - Bukowski</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;you just don't tell artists what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get fiesty and, worse yet, &lt;em&gt;we don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i finally understand how i am addicted to addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up this morning and it seemed to me, &lt;br /&gt;that every night turns out to be &lt;br /&gt;A little more like Bukowski. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. &lt;br /&gt;But God who'd wanna be? &lt;br /&gt;God who'd wanna be such an asshole? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:756</id>
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    <title>livejournaltarded</title>
    <published>2007-06-02T21:31:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-02T21:31:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Faith No More - A Small Victory</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm still an LJ noobzorz, which is taking the piss out of me because I'm usally pretty good at all that html crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS was a [taco] supremely fucked up movie. It made me not want to have intercourse, it was so bad. Osker knows. I nearly threw up on him when the sex scenes were happening.&amp;nbsp;The twelve year olds smoking cannabis were really entertaining, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ on your neck. That's nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Being sober last night really fucked with my mind. I was everyone's emotion dummy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Sara you're so sweet. Let me tell you MY FEELINGS!"&lt;br /&gt;"ZOMG Sara I feel like I've known you forever."&lt;br /&gt;"One time when I was five, my uncle touched me in my special place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY. Being sober doesn't render me nicer or more sensitive. In fact, whatever agression I harbor for you is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 205729067689037 times amplified.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;NOW GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [end]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:omfgwwjd:409</id>
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    <title>McGriddles own my soul</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T19:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-09T19:31:28Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Metric</lj:music>
    <content type="html">oh look, first entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ten seconds ago i skipped off to the kitchen to eat my customary meal-before-sleep &amp; i found a bag of McFatass just laying there. So...tempting. what ensued was one of the most vicious battles that my conscious has ever had.&lt;br /&gt;the fat kid in me was screaming, "JESUS CHRIST EAT THE MOTHERFUCKING MCGRIDDLES!!" and the anorexic in me was screaming, "THAT'S LIKE 1000 CALORIES ARE YOU INSANE?!"&lt;br /&gt;it was funny because there was no angel on my shoulder telling me, "Don't eat it because it doesn't belong to you."&lt;br /&gt;   i kept thinking about how disgusting i feel right after consuming one of those grease sandwiches versus how good it feels going down. my highly evolved homo sapien brain went through fifteen emotions in about two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;i swear. semi-brain aneurism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   so i ate it.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm waiting to see if anyone says anything. &lt;br /&gt;but i don't think they will. they only get mad if i eat the Chef Boyardee for the kids or drink their Mr. Browns. my family is weird like that. &lt;br /&gt;but if i eat a whole burger without asking and don't even own up to it, they just sort of expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;they should have hidden it better.</content>
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