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  <title>Bah ha ha!</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 01:40:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I want to punch everyone in the face until there is a huge hole for my head to fit through where there once wa sa face.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 22:34:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 06:19:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&amp;lt;(&apos;  &apos;)&amp;gt;</title>
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  <description>Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Live Journal is for those who crave attention! WOoooooooo0o0ohooo0o0o0o0o! Look at me look at me! Everyone care about what is going on in my liiiiiiife! Fuck my asshole with a spo0o0o0o0o0o0o0on! Bwahahahahahahahaha! But in all seriousness...........nope there is nothing serious or appropriate for Live Journal! Hahahahahahaha! Let me put my private life on the internet for everyone to seeeeee in hopes that they might actually care and pay attention to me! ........Soggy bitches.......</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 22:19:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>No such thing.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SABOTAGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 13:50:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>None Available at the Moment</title>
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  <description>Bruce Lee has gotten me through some long sleepless nights this summer. His movies anyway. I think I am an insomniac. Actually when I really think about it, I am pretty sure I just have too much energy. Thats probably because I am here in San Angelo. Most of my friends are perfectly content staying home and chillin all the time, or work nights. A lot of people are gone now to, starting new lives and experiencing far better things than anyone could ever hope to experience here in this city. I really miss them. Besides that, I am really at a loss of emotion lately. Anyone that knows me knows that that isn&apos;t me. I honeslty don&apos;t know what is going on with me. It seems anytime I come in contact with my mother and father these days it is a constant reminder of how bad I have fucked my life and future up. All I ever hear is &quot;I hope you realize you have or rather HAD the potential to be something great. You had a beautiful and smart girl that loved you and you did nothing to try and keep her in your life. You could have been a great football player but you did nothing to try and stay with the sport. You don&apos;t act like you even care about getting an education anymore, and you sure as Hell aren&apos;t acting like any son of mine.&quot; Give me a break. Like anyone needs to hear some shit like that day after day. I can&apos;t get a job anywhere here in this piss hole of a town and I have no money. So there is really no way of getting away even if just to work. I find my peace going to the gym day after day. I guess I am substituting physical pain for my emotinal pain. God, what a mess. Never thought I would EVER become like this. Venting on an online journal for everyone to see. I don&apos;t care. Maybe someone else feels the same way. I am sure you do.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2005 15:50:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hot or Not?</title>
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  <description>If you think you are Hott, Sexy, or atleast attractive, leave a comment.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 01:39:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>National Negativity Day</title>
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  <description>Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. You will al fail a life if you haven&apos;t already. Retards.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 11:13:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Idaho</title>
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  <description>I like to keep my entries short and cryptic.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2005 07:19:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Suck me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Such is life. Good bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2005 03:15:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I apologize.</title>
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  <description>Well my last entry was pretty shitty. I am sorry to everyone that had to read that filth. Damn hormones! Don&apos;t act like you don&apos;t have them either! Anyways I didn&apos;t mean a word of it, for the most part. But thats all I wanted to say for now so peace everyone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 03:11:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>High School</title>
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  <description>Hello again all. I know, it has been a long time since my last entry. But isn&apos;t that alwaysd the case. Ya know, I just have a few things to say about High School with graduation nearing and all. I wanted to say FUCK YOU to all the people who didn&apos;t believe in me. Fuck you to all who judged me and never gave me the chance to let me get to know you and you to know me. Fuck you to the people who lied to me and whom lied about me. Fuck you to the ones who never believed in me. Fuck you to the people who forgot me, their friends, their family, and the people who were always there for them. Fuck you for changing for the worse, for changing for the popularity, for changing for every reason accept for the better. But most of all FUCK YOU to the people who took from me the one thing, the one love, the one person, and my reason for living away from me. To the graduating class of 2006, before you fuck up everything think twice, don&apos;t grow attached or too close to you friends. Please don&apos;t put yourself through the heart ache. It isn&apos;t worth all the pain. Thanks for the great senior year San Angelo Central High School! FUCK YOU!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 01:02:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My window is open. It is cold in my room. My nipples are hard, permanently. I could cut diamonds. Do girls find hard nipples attractive? I don&apos;t know. I don&apos;t know what the Hell girls want. Should probably find out. But how? Is there a website? Perhaps I shall look. Or maybe there is a book. Those windows just have to be shut. I am too lazy. Let&apos;em be. If I become terminally ill I might get to make a wish from the Make a Wish Foundation. Then I will wish to know the where abouts of all the secrets of what girls want. Brilliant. No it isn&apos;t. Damn. I have decided live journals are quite ridiculous. I have decided they are for people who want to seem private and troubled. In turn making people have sympathy for them and want to talk to them when normally they wouldn&apos;t. But I am on to you all. Bastards. You know it is true for about 90% of LJ users. Damn windows... Tri Hi Y dance is nearing. I will be attending with my new best of friends Brittney. She is a sweetie. Maybe I will see some of you there. Maybe not. Anyhow, I think I am done for the most part. Leave messages soggy b!tches.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2005 01:44:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I apologize</title>
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  <description>This is my apology for everyone and anything I have ever done to offend anybody. Fuck you. Life is a bitch! Don&apos;t act like it is a new thing!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2005 03:40:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>We Card Here</title>
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  <description>Today at school Ryan VanPatten knocked herself out in chemistry. I luaghed. Today was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      -THE END</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2005 22:40:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Haha</title>
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  <description>Wow enough is enough of the hate comments. If you don&apos;t like me why do you bother looking at my live journal? Just leave it all alone or we should at least talk about why you hate me so much and I can try and stop whatever it is I am doing to piss you off. But thats all I have to say for now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 23:16:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t need a flippin subject!</title>
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  <description>OK people listen up. Listen good too. I need some new friends, I was recently dumped on by my other ones and realized they weren&apos;t my friends. It&apos;s not a big deal or one of those silly ass attempts to make them realize how big of dumb fucks they are or me hoping they will read this and apologizde. Thats just flippin retarded and i would be stupid myself to believe that would actually work. Alright silly ass bitching aside, it would be greatly appreciated if someone, anyone really, would gimme a call.(number will be at the end of entry)I don&apos;t give a junk if we don&apos;t really talk to much or very often because we can start now, I am very easy to talk to don&apos;t worry. I&apos;d say that just about wraps up this little advertisement up. Wow, I feel like I am one of those 1-800 late night call girls. Ha, oh well! 325-226-2457</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 19:30:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>05 Bitches</title>
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  <description>Flippin A, if this year sucks as bad as 2004 did I will not be very happy. While I&apos;m on this thing and actually updating I want to throw my cell number out there for all you girls who were wanting it. Yes, the wait is over ladies and hear it is. 325-226-2457 Use it you won&apos;t regret it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2004 03:48:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shut the fuck up and listen to this.</title>
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  <description>Shut the fuck up and listen to this. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.music.msn.com/movies/halo2&quot;&gt;http://www.music.msn.com/movies/halo2&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2004 20:07:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>This is going to sound sad and pathetic and riht now I am. I need something, some advice or good lines to use. Anything really. I am ridiculously in love with this certain girl and well I don&apos;t think she feels the same way, obviously or I would not be seeking helpover the livejournal. But yes if anybody, be it male or female, some advice would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 ~Matt~</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2004 20:13:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I would just like to start this off by saying FUCK YOU. Not aimed in anyone particular if you are wondering. Ah, I feel much better. I would just like to say that all of you people whom think your life sucks should shut the fuck up. Not that I hate you and I am trying to be an asshole. But honestly think about it. Maybe you are having trouble in your love life, school work, and perhaps you hate your job. But can you honestly say your life &quot;SUCKS&quot; because of all this? Think of the people all around the world who are starving, have no homes, and live their lives from day to day not knowing if they&apos;ll make it another day. You people who claim you have a terrible and pointless life get over it and stop feeling sorry for yourselves. Your life is what you make it and if you live it constantly telling yourself it sucks then it is just going to fucking suck. Now for all of you people who are unable to do so, just pull the trigger.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2004 05:24:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i think i am bulemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my phone is broken.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2004 07:11:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Love</title>
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  <description>I am sure that everyone out there has heard the old saying, &quot;You don’t know what you have until it’s gone&quot;, right? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I have heard that old saying all of my life, oh, I’ve probably heard it about a million times.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never thought I would be living those exact words! And guess what? They are not good words to be living by! I recite those words over and over and over in my head, day after day, night after night, hour after hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent me an angel. He sent me someone that a guy like me doesn’t deserve. We are talking the meaning of perfection. I had everything any human being could ever want right under my nose. I ignored it for four years because I was scared. Scared to admit my true feelings for her, scared because I thought saying these things to her might freak her out and scare her away. I wanted the love she felt for me to last forever and I didn’t want to say or do anything to jeopardize this. After four years she wised up I guess, probably realized she was in love a person that wasn’t worthy of her time, beauty, or love. Now she is gone out of my life and into someone else’s that wasn’t afraid like me.&lt;br /&gt;It will never get any easier for me, every little thing reminds me of her, I keep telling myself to get over her, and to go on with my life, but how can I go on, when the one person I want to go on with is gone?&lt;br /&gt;And how can I ever go on, when all I ever wanted to do was to tell her that I loved her more than anything on this earth? I never got the chance to say those three little words, words that many people take for granted. But I now know that those three little words will always be words I will never take for granted again. I doubt that I will ever find happiness again, it was a once in a lifetime chance and I have to learn to deal with my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I mean by &quot;you never know what you have until its gone&quot; she’s gone, and I will forever miss her, I only wish she knew this, I only wish she knew, that I still love her more than ever, and that I always fall in love with her over again every time I see her. All I have left of her are the memories. The way she smelled. The way she laughed. The way she smiled. How all I had to do when I was feeling bad is just catch a glimpse of her gorgeous face and it would somehow make everything alright again. I only wish that I could go back in time and change everything to make it better, to make it right.  But I know I am only living in a dream, it will never happen. But I am only human, I can dream.&lt;br /&gt;If any of you out there run into your &quot;Angel”, don’t let them pass you by. Don’t make the same mistake I did.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2004 19:12:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Gizank!</title>
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  <description>7:00a.m.-1:30p.m. Hm, summer school sucks African Black Rhino balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that hasn&apos;t been calling matt Brown this summer is ultimately failing at life and will never amount to anything more than a steamy pile of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember this number. 1-325-234-8300. You testicles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            ~matt~</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2004 17:33:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Kablaam!</title>
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  <description>Alright, I&apos;m going to clear something up. Yes, in fact Matt Faz does like little boys with his pants down. Now that this has been cleared up on to more important matters. Hell will be let out for summer in three more days. Once again, this means no more dumb bitches to deal with and no more urges to commit mass homicide. (Figure of speech you bastards) Anywho summer will more than liekly suck some serious mountain oysters (testicles) and will be filled with alot of lonely nights with Rosie Palm and her five sisters. No vacations, just me, summer school and football camp. B-E-A-UTIFUL! One more thing beofre I go, do yourself and the world a favor put a gun to your head and pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                ~Matt~</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2004 17:32:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>School</title>
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  <description>May I just start off by saying BCIS sucks massive testicles and Tamara Turney is talking about how Michael Voit is hott. Michael Voit is a wang to say the least and I think about &quot;mercing&quot; him everyday. Somedays I find myself reaching for my imaginary surpressed 9mm 92FS. Its ridiculous. Gotta lay off the vg&apos;s for awhile I guess. Anyways, back to BCIS and its superior sucking talents.......yea that about covers that topic. It just sucks, period. Three girls(thugs) in the far left corner are constantly talking about sh!t that has no real importance in life and betting how many kids they can have before the other one will be able to. Pure stupidity! I guess I am just in an angry mood this morning. Wait, no I am pretty sure I have every right to feel this way, one of them just quoted Eminem &quot;My Salsa&quot;. That just set me off. All I have to say is everyone be glad I am not psycho and I don&apos;t go around offing people as I see fit or there would be alot of dead people laying around. On a lighter note, 10 more days of hell left. Yea that means no more dumb bitches. Thank God. But yea, thats about it. Later.</description>
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