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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 04:01:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What up.</title>
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  <description>Wassup people.  Long time no see.  Things are going well for me out here on the west coast.  I&apos;m living it up bboucher790-style.  I&apos;m not here to complain or whine.  I&apos;m here to say whatsup.  Post a reply and we can get a reply orgy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI:  UTS still sucks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 21:36:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bye bye Miami</title>
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  <description>WATCH THE FUCK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.signonsandiego.com/news/nation/images/051019wilma-280b.jpg&quot;&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 07:40:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Someone deserves a baseball bat to the head.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2005 07:06:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I should go back to Miami, kill everyone I didn&apos;t like and come back to L.A.  I can then come back here to meet new people, end up wanting to kill them too.  Kill them.  Go back to NY, kill all the fucking assholes there.  When I&apos;m done there, I&apos;ll go back to Miami, kill a few more just cuz they are from that shit hole.   So much killing, so little time....oh well.  Fuck all you ignorant, self-absorbed, motherfucking bitches, lying, s-o-b&apos;s.  I hope you all rot in hell.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 17:56:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Insanity.</title>
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  <description>Well...here I am sitting in Cali.  I decided Miami wasn&apos;t where I wanted to be.  I&apos;m hittin the road and leaving the old people in their Florida condo.  I was out here yesterday, ready to come back.  If you weren&apos;t aware already, there was um no chance in hell in finishing school this semester.  So I began to think...what the fuck am I still doing in school and of all schools....FIU.  Sooo I talked to a few people out here, realized I could get a job based on the joys of connections and networking and I could possibly start my career off that way.  I also realized, I&apos;m not gonna be a jackass sitting in a hotel for 45 hours a week so some Bush voting jackass can have a quiet vacation while I make his stay a pleasant one.  In return, I get a family too and turn into another middle America jackass, become pro Bush and take my kids to Church.  Well I&apos;m outta time.  But the ultimate decision is I think I&apos;m moving to Cali and see how it goes for the summer.  Later all, peacizzle.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 07:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>and yet another post! It&apos;s a record!</title>
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  <description>I hate it when someone gets called an unsung hero. If that were truly the case then you wouldn&apos;t be saying anything. If you proclaim someone to be an unsung hero then you are undoing what you are claiming and thereby doing this supposed &quot;unsung hero&quot; a disservice. A true unsung hero never gets credit and if mentioned to be so, they would cease to be unsung. If I said that ketchup is the unsung hero that holds together the Big Mac then I would be singing about the ketchup henceforth making it a sung hero and contradicting my own statement. How does one go about honoring those that don&apos;t get honored, you ask? Screw &apos;em, that&apos;s part of being a scrub. While you may never get the due that you&apos;re due, at least we won&apos;t be undoing the one thing that you do do well: getting no credit. The point being: the term &quot;unsung hero&quot; should be stricken from the English language because to ever utter such a term would be to undo it&apos;s meaning.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 01:11:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Trent: You know what you are? You&apos;re like a big bear with claws and with fangs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: ...big fucking teeth, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: Yeah... big fuckin&apos; teeth on ya&apos;. And she&apos;s just like this little bunny, whose just kinda cowering in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: Shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: Yeah, man just kinda... you know, you got these claws and your staring at these claws and your thinking to yourself and with these claws your thinking &quot;How am I supposed to kill this bunny, how am I supposed to kill this bunny?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: And you&apos;re poking at it, you&apos;re poking at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: Yeah you&apos;re not hurting it. Your just kinda gently batting the bunny around, you know what I mean? And the bunny&apos;s scared Mike, the bunny&apos;s scared of you, shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: And you got these fucking claws and these fangs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: And you got these fucking claws and these fangs, man! And you&apos;re looking at your claws and you&apos;re looking at your fangs. And you&apos;re thinking to yourself you don&apos;t know what to do, man. I don&apos;t know how to kill the bunny. With this you don&apos;t know how to kill the bunny, do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: You&apos;re like a big bear, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: So you&apos;re not just like fucking with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent: No I&apos;m not fucking with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue: Honestly, man.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 00:01:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Cali</title>
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  <description>Next week I&apos;m going to California to leave this fucking hell hole.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2005 18:39:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yea, I puked in the middle of the Tavern playing beer pong.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2004 07:29:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Year in review.</title>
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  <description>Well, I understand it isn&apos;t quite &apos;05 just yet, but I am bored at 2 am and there is nothing better to do.  By the time 2005 comes, I probably won&apos;t have any desire to get back on LJ since these LJ urges come once around a month...kind of like a period.  Anywayz, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest change: Moving into my own place&lt;br /&gt;Coolest moment: Seeing the empire state building above the clouds on a rainy night in a plane.  It was cool because it was the only thing above the clouds as everything else around it was too short to...ummm...penetrate through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Best Band of the Year: Oasis...hence the picture change.&lt;br /&gt;Best Song of the Year: Green Day - Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;Best Live Musical Performance: Sloan, those guys fucking rock their asses off live.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbest Moment:  Making the asshole wait 3 hours in the waiting room so I can get crutches, only to discard them the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Smartest Moment: Well im too damn smart to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Cockiest Moment: When I wrote &quot;Well im too damn smart to decide.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Moment of the Year:  My shoelace becoming undone, or not.&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Learning Experience: Learning to talk to myself in my house.  I&apos;m great company. &lt;br /&gt;Best Day: Malibu...u don&apos;t get much better.  Hell, I even walked right by Adam Sandler that day.&lt;br /&gt;Best New Food:  Was Coldstone last year?  If so, I&apos;ll vote for that again this year.&lt;br /&gt;Most Tiring Day: Moving out of the dorms.&lt;br /&gt;Most Pissed Off Day: FUCK UTS&lt;br /&gt;Funniest Moment of the Year:  Watching Elf...&quot;Hello, Buddy the Elf here...What&apos;s your favorite color?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Waste of Time:  Right....now...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2004 18:42:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Boo</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:10:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The good old days HAHAHAHA.....you won&apos;t get most of it, but it should explain a lot about me.</title>
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  <description>bboucher790 (2:31:16 AM): so whats up&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:31:21 AM): not much&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:31:24 AM): how about yu&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:31:38 AM): chillin&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:31:43 AM): when was the last time i saw you damn lol&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:31:56 AM): i don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:32:03 AM): you know what i was just thinking about&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:32:10 AM): retards in choir?&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:32:22 AM): the time there were strange people living in my house and we walked by the man and laughed in his face&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:32:30 AM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:32:36 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:32:45 AM): i was quasimoto&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:33:09 AM): ?&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:33:22 AM): i was all hunched over &lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:33:32 AM): laughing like a retard&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:33:34 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:33:36 AM): walking by him&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:33:37 AM): or the time:&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:33:55 AM): those retards in choir though are still great, you shoulda thought of that&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:33:55 AM): Police: What have you got in the bag son.&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:34:10 AM): Drew: Oh, hi officer- (falls on his face)&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:34:14 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:34:38 AM): ching a ring a ring ching chaaa CHAAAA&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:34:46 AM): ah&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:34:54 AM): why be so mean&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:34:58 AM): why let them sing&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:35:00 AM): comon&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:35:21 AM): i know, when the kid had his hands in his pants and touched himself while singing&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:35:26 AM): and then touched george&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:35:28 AM): and monica&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:35:31 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:35:46 AM): or when we ended up in the middle of the girls section of the choir&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:35:52 AM): and we didn&apos;t know their motions&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:36:01 AM): that was great&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:36:09 AM): we just laughing the whole time&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:36:12 AM): how did that happen!&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:36:17 AM): GEORGE&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:36:22 AM): i think he fucked it up or something&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:36:25 AM): and we got screwed&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:36:41 AM): you missed when my shoe flew off and i sang with one sock on&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:36:53 AM): its funny, cuz i have a crystal clear image of that&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:36:56 AM): and i wasn&apos;t even there&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:37:06 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:37:35 AM): or remember goat boy&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:37:43 AM): what ever happend to goat boy&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:37:47 AM): he dissapeared&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:37:51 AM): I think we scared him from walking that path&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:38:01 AM): oh my god&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:38:06 AM): ryan something or other&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:38:14 AM): and that fucking squiral&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:38:16 AM): why did we do that sound for him?&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:38:27 AM): ....i don&apos;t know why he was goat boy, but he was.&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:38:54 AM): i know that we&apos;d always do the sound when we passed him and crack up&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:39:14 AM): yea, i wonder wtf he was thinking&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:39:38 AM): &quot;So wait, if there was a battery and it had energy.....would the energy come from the eggs?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:40:03 AM): (Mrs. Etra looks at him with confusion)&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:40:22 AM): HAHAAH......the best was the fucking stopcock&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:40:37 AM): i laughed right in her fucking face&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:40:44 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:40:53 AM): I WISH that was on video&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:40:55 AM): i was behind her and she said alright ok like 10 times in a row&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:41:03 AM): ya lol.....holy sht&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:41:05 AM): and you cracked up in her face&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:41:06 AM): i was powerless&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:41:20 AM): she had no idea what you were doing&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:41:21 AM): she must have been so confused&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:41:25 AM): she thought you were high or something&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:41:29 AM): lmao&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:41:58 AM): she explains something about hydrogen and then goes &quot;alright, ok? alright, ok? ok.&quot; and you just look at her pause and laugh in her face&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:42:06 AM): and fucking josh that idiot&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:42:25 AM): figures he was the mayor&apos;s son&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:42:35 AM): what if there was a big rock and a smaller rock in that rock&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:42:42 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:43:04 AM): we&apos;d be on opposite sides of the room and be cracking up&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:43:22 AM): hed just stare at me&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:43:36 AM): i always knew if i could make a laugh loud enough for you to hear you&apos;d die&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:43:45 AM): and laugh the whole class&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:43:47 AM): its damn true&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:43:52 AM): that class i was powerless&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:44:01 AM): everyone must have thought i was a crackhead&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:44:04 AM): i know&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:44:14 AM): but how were they not laughing too&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:44:15 AM): seriously looking back, i WAS a crackhead&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:44:27 AM): yea...i was just laughing for no reaon with no one the entire class&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:44:50 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:45:00 AM): FOR THE ENTIRE YEAR&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:45:02 AM): mind you&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:45:44 AM): that was such a funny class&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:46:01 AM): ya, def the funniest class ever&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:46:02 AM): when nick and kyle both feel out of their chairs within 5 seconds of each other&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:46:08 AM): i missed that&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:46:11 AM): and then you came in and she called you corky&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:46:13 AM): i only saw kyle&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:46:14 AM): or something&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:46:16 AM): carey&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:46:19 AM): ahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:46:26 AM): she always called me carey&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:46:39 AM): that&apos;s so funny, and you were just laughing in her face and she got mad&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:47:08 AM): I know...I must have looked likea complete jackass&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:47:27 AM): it was worth it though&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:47:43 AM): oh yes&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:47:46 AM): totally worth it&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:47:59 AM): remember at Manor Deli&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:48:01 AM): man, if i was in high school now i was show no restraint i&apos;d laugh in a teacher&apos;s face&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:48:02 AM): that guy was talking to us&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:48:08 AM): that was horrible&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:48:10 AM): or at subway&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:48:14 AM): correeeey&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:48:18 AM): wheres neeek&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:48:58 AM): geez, remember when you almost got in a fight&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:50:02 AM): with who?&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:50:07 AM): oh that guy&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:50:08 AM): holy shit&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:50:11 AM): he would have fuckin killed me&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:50:21 AM): yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:50:29 AM): cause you were laughing at what he ordered&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:51:51 AM): haha&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:51:53 AM): ya&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:51:57 AM): his convo with the indian dude&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:53:47 AM): jeez we lost it so many times&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:54:12 AM): ya, that door in subway&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:54:16 AM): creeeeek&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:54:26 AM): people must have thought we were insane&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:54:33 AM): we were just laughing idiots&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:54:34 AM): yeah, i was just thinking about that&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:54:53 AM): see i&apos;d always try and get you to lose it but the risk was that i&apos;d lose it more than you&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:55:08 AM): lol...ya that was always ur problem&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:55:13 AM): as much as u wanted to see me lose it&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:55:15 AM): i had to be able to control myself while making you crack up&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:55:18 AM): u knew u were fucked too&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:55:26 AM): when you were gone i was gone too&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:55:30 AM): ya&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:55:31 AM): hah&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:55:36 AM): i just tried to be more quier&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:55:39 AM): quiet&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:57:15 AM): ya&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:59:29 AM): remember when i farted like crazy in ur basement&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:59:41 AM): i knew you were gonna bring that up&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:59:45 AM): and ur mom came downstairs later that night and it still smelled&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (2:59:50 AM): or when you saw the nipple on the painting&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (2:59:56 AM): huh?&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (3:00:25 AM): when we were talking with george and my mom and you saw a painting with a naked woman and started laughing&lt;br /&gt;bboucher790 (3:00:43 AM): really lol...i don&apos;t remember that&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (3:00:59 AM): it was during christmas time in my new house&lt;br /&gt;DCE3 (3:01:03 AM): we were older</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 01:10:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>dafeafi;fajk;fea</title>
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  <description>I need to get fucking high.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2004 16:33:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bored.</title>
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  <description>Bored.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2004 04:20:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Thx for the reminder</title>
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  <description>Thx for the reminder, but I already returned Big Booty Gals 14.  It was by far the best one, you should check it out.  You forgot to mention Harry, Yolanda, Shaqita, Anita, Barbera, Hal, Chad, Nicky, Val, Pedro, Ronnie, Chaquita, Joel, Shaqita Jr., Horrice, Grant, and Dwayne Johnson.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2004 02:42:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m a lobster</title>
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  <description>No more farmer&apos;s tan!  Rockin and rollin.  Now I gotta wait til the red shit goes away.  Damn Panther Hall.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2004 15:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Early Morning Nonsense</title>
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  <description>Well, it&apos;s 11 AM and I have been up for more then an  hour.  Cool.  I am glad to be out of the dorms.  I have no one living with me, yet I am actually motivated to do stuff.  Sveet.  As you already know, I am down like Chinatown for those local bands Liana. I have been in dire need of a concert...regardless of talent or style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Corey Learned Recently Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy people are crazy....damn. (Wait, I already knew that)&lt;br /&gt;-Don&apos;t throw ping pong balls at each other when there is no oxygen in the room&lt;br /&gt;-Flying ants have a thing for me&lt;br /&gt;-Pickup trucks are not allowed in my condo.  What the deuce&lt;br /&gt;-The Swap Shop isn&apos;t that cool...(Wait, I knew that too!)&lt;br /&gt;-Brandsmart is a crazy place&lt;br /&gt;-Waterworld really WAS a bad movie all of this time&lt;br /&gt;-Peter gets aroused when he talks to me online&lt;br /&gt;-Peter is hot&lt;br /&gt;-&quot;Big George&quot; Forman Grills work extremely well&lt;br /&gt;-People like cheese on their cheeseburgers&lt;br /&gt;-Lavender&apos;s class SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;-You can&apos;t critique art.  Duh</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2004 05:58:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Random Entry</title>
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  <description>Final Post.	[01 Mar 2004|06:06pm]	&lt;br /&gt;LJ sucks. Pointless. 	- bboucher790&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still agree, however I am about to murder a cow due to the fact that I am BORED out of my mind from that stupid sociology through film book.  Holy crap on a stick!  I needed to come and vent, and Livejournal is just the place.  Will this get me anywhere?  I think not.  However, sometimes we talk to ourselves to remain firmly on the ground.  Film classes have always interested me except this one.  You know you suck when you can&apos;t amuse bboucher.  Owned, with a p (pwned).  What now Lavender?  What now.</description>
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  <lj:music>Any of the movie soundtracks.</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2004 23:06:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Final Post.</title>
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  <description>LJ sucks.  Pointless.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2004 05:48:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stupid People</title>
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  <description>I am surrounded by too many stupid people.  I can&apos;t take so many stupid people doing stupid things.  Like this LJ for example, stupid.  Why must it be so serious all the time?  Why must people be so fucking stupid and make drama 24/7, and on top of the drama, be stupid!  Why the fuck am I even writing this stupid pos.  What&apos;s the fucking point.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2004 08:40:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>....</title>
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  <description>Yay for Panther Hall....</description>
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  <lj:music>Fuck Off by ME</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2004 08:32:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Badger Badger</title>
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  <description>Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger Badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM Badger Badger Badger Badger SNAKE, SNAKE, SNAKE ITS A SNAAAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 08:20:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Well....</title>
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  <description>This semester sucks, period.  Cuddling with each other on the internet won&apos;t fix the fact that this has and will most likely be a shitty ass semester.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2004 06:29:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What Da Fuuuk</title>
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  <description>I have had the worst weekend ever.  First, my pet kangaroo Reilly died.  Second, they ran out of chicken at Boston Market (wtf!).  Third, a TV almost fell on me, again.  I don&apos;t know what I am going to do.  Then there&apos;s her: the coolest most awesomest girl around.  What about her.  I would do jumping jacks for her, BLINDFOLDED.  That is dedication.  She doesn&apos;t see it the way I see it though.  She would only do sit ups for me, without a blindfold.  So you know what I said to myself? FUCK HER and her mind games.  Do I need someone who likes to hold me back from partaking in cheese eating contests?  No. I am a Minoff and a Minoff doesn&apos;t take shit from other people. Oh well, I am going to continue my newly created routine of bathing, sleeping, bathing some more, and then sleeping again.  If you would like to join me, call the cell.  If not, go sleep by yourself.</description>
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  <lj:music>Porn Music</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>For wooter</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2004 07:08:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crap on a stick</title>
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  <description>Shitty night at South Beach tonight, boring....just like its been of late.  Oh well, guess I&apos;ll have to figure out how to amuse myself.</description>
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