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  <title>Amber</title>
  <subtitle>Amber</subtitle>
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    <email>orangeclipse357@aol.com</email>
    <name>Amber</name>
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  <updated>2002-11-15T01:12:23Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:11256</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-11-14T20:07:00</title>
    <published>2002-11-15T01:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2002-11-15T01:12:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>do you really love me underneath it all??</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i wish someone would please tell me what is so bad about wanting to spent time with your boyfriend.  But no i'm a cunt and i am trying to control his life all because i want him to stay home and chill with me.  But no allen and the all mighty bar are way more important.  oh and to make it better brian smaashes my lamp and @ the same time allen calls, so i answer the phone and hang it back up. Then allen calls again but i sobing and neither one of us answer it so he says i am a dirty bitch and a fuckin cunt on my answering machine.  It's not even about him.  I just i miss brian so much, I =like barely see him any more. our work schedules don't vibe anymore so i see him like 10 mins in the morning and talk to him on the phone maybe twice a night.   i hate not being improtant enough to be on his list of prioritys.  i am so upset *need hugs*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:10830</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-09-15T12:18:00</title>
    <published>2002-09-15T16:20:51Z</published>
    <updated>2002-09-15T16:20:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">having a small get together for my b~day...all welcom. colonial village k-5 around 8pm~ish. peace</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:10720</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-07-20T01:15:00</title>
    <published>2002-07-20T05:22:29Z</published>
    <updated>2002-07-20T05:22:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BETHANY!!!!!!!!   I Have a Great Boy, no Man for you!!  My friend Keith.  He is 19 has a car.  short but not too short. cute!! Blond w/blue eyes.  i have pictures.  He is nice, smart, funny. He likes to party.  His fave band is Tool.  Deftones comes in second. He is kinda shy.  I work with him.  He described the perfect girl for him and you came to my mind.  Lynn told me(i think) or maybe i read it in Lj that you and Jeff split.  Let me know if you are interested.  My number is 967-7939  or hit my cellie at 219-2119.&lt;br /&gt;~*~*peace~*~*&lt;br /&gt;   Amber</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-03-29T09:21:00</title>
    <published>2002-03-29T14:25:54Z</published>
    <updated>2002-03-29T14:25:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh my GOD!!!!!!!!  it looks like a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/superhero5/jungle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/punk3/blameberwyn/"&gt;Pez Dispenser Quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;created by &lt;a href="?http://www.livejournal.com/~crawl27/?"&gt;Peta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:10123</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-02-02T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2002-02-02T05:51:12Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-02T05:51:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>um....cleaning sucks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it just figures i get the fuckin ugly fairy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=faery"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.cpimg.com/image/24/BF/8172068-4d86-01C200FA-.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go Faeries!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=faery"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;What Faery Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~tinker_bell"&gt;lia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:9868</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-02-02T00:43:00</title>
    <published>2002-02-02T05:46:33Z</published>
    <updated>2002-02-02T05:46:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.meghanns.com/spirits"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.meghanns.com/spirits/firespirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm a Fire Spirit&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:9678</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-25T13:18:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-25T18:26:02Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-25T18:26:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>radio still HOT 93.7</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so, i have been up since 4ish this morning.  i feel really acomplished.  i cleaned and did dishes.  i made brian and me lunch, but of course he's not hungry.  but on a happy note i got another piece last night.  @ ViBrAtIoNs smoke shop and emporium.  which is exit 49 off 91 south, take a right at the lights.  you can't miss it.  But it was more like bong central. lol  i want a fat glass one, it looks just like a vase.  i can put it on the coffee table :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more quizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/docmartenquiz/quiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquid2k.com/docmartenquiz/pshimmer.jpg" border="0" alt="Purple Shimmer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm the purple shimmer Doc Marten... &lt;br&gt;I'm a little spunky, definitely fun,&lt;br&gt; and I like believing in fantasy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquid2k.com/docmartenquiz/quiz.html"&gt;Which Doc Marten are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;(by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~coffeebean"&gt;*coffeebean*&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:clipsa:9254</id>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-25T11:12:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-25T16:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-25T16:15:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>HOT 93.7</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lol.  I think they got me and lynn confused!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digitalcorrosion.net/rivi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"stompy stompy stomp stomp!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who's who and what's what&lt;br /&gt;and I can stomp with the best of them. &lt;br /&gt;I've cruised the clubs a bit, &lt;br /&gt;no one really knows my name&lt;br /&gt;but I've probably gone home with a few of the regulars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php3?client=industrialtest"&gt;How Industrial Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/iammachine"&gt;Isis DeViance&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-23T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-23T05:39:42Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-23T05:39:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lol  so i have two care bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drudabear.com/bedtimebearaward.jpg"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.drudabear.com/quiz.htm"&gt;See what Care Bear you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drudabear.com/goodluckbearaward.jpg"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.drudabear.com/quiz.htm"&gt;See what Care Bear you are./a&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-20T23:12:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-21T04:16:35Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-21T04:16:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>just spent $30 @ laundry mat of 13 loads</lj:music>
    <content type="html">that's right guys... i have become a pot head!!!  It sucks....well, sucks isn't the right word.  It's just i bought an 1/8 of this kind bud (orange crush) on friday and we (brian and I) have one bowl left and that's fifty bucks a wack and i called my dealer tonight and i am getting another 1/8 tomorrow..  this is going to be an expensive habit to kick.  But i would rather smoke to get fucked up than drink cause there's no hang over, no bad spinns. Uhhh what am I to do??????  oh  yeah...like my new icon</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-19T01:42:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-19T06:47:04Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-19T06:47:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hate the answers to those quizes'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://squirming.net/meme/tests/criminal/charlesmanson.jpg" title="I am Charles Manson"&gt;&lt;div class='ljparseerror'&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Error:&lt;/b&gt; Irreparable invalid markup ('&amp;lt;br \&amp;gt;') in entry.  Owner must fix manually.  Raw contents below.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 95%; overflow: auto"&gt;i hate the answers to those quizes&amp;#39;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://squirming.net/meme/tests/criminal/charlesmanson.jpg&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;I am Charles Manson&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br \&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://squirming.net/meme/tests/criminal/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Which Evil Criminal are &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;You&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;?&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i look like charles manson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-14T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-14T05:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-14T05:00:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so this is a test that's right.  Brian and i broke the key board.  but we fixed it.</content>
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    <title>Oh man...talk about road trip!!!!!</title>
    <published>2002-01-05T05:39:57Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-05T05:39:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wallflower-Caroline's Spine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so tuesday nite brian asked me if I wanted to go to Hershey, PA. to see the factory..i said sure why not(thinking this summer.  So wednesday morning he wakes me up a 7 a.m. with James at our   pad and tells me to get ready..yep he wanted to go right then.  So after a half hour of fighting. we left for breakfast and think Crystal Springs is soo fucking gross. Yuck..(no ofense, lynn) Right then to wally world for camera and money, brian went to bank and were off or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chicopee to James' so he could get cd's, digital camera and coat and now we're off James and i keep trading places and i slept for a while. Plus we stoped for smokes, which by the way i quit for new years ~Big Smile~ And Double YUCK.  James' smoked three packs of Menthol cigs on the trip that's SIXTY!!!  Plus he smoke a pack at my house, so that makes Eighty fucking cancer sticks in one sitting.  i am so glad i quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to make a long story short we had lunch and dinner at Wendy's, fucking awesome nuggets.  and at 4:35 we made it to the Hershey Factory which closed at 5.  so we amde it in the nick of time.  and you take a tour on these little  carts areond a simulater factory that smells like chocolate. I was awesome. well worth the 4&amp; 1/2 hour ride.  LOL  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hte way home we decided to go to New York City's Manhatten.  i drove from Pennsylvania to New Jersy.  Oh man do Jersey drives scare me.  Plus we got lost in Newark.  And Brian is the best driver I know.  He weved in and out of the city like nothing.  I thought he was almost as bad as those cabbies.  And James sucks at directions.  He kept telling us to turn here or there and we kept getting lost.  But you could tell when we started to get closer to the World Trade Center cause there were cops and firemen every where.  those fuckin' Arabs really fucked us.  like all the streets are all fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got to see the remains of the WTC.  I really can't explain the sadness.  I cried so much.  There are walls and walls of memorials to the lost.  they plaster the streets.  it gave me the most erie feeling.  i keep thinking that people were where i am  standing but in pure horror i mean the city is so fucked up like blocks and blocks away.  I just blew my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Brian got pissed cause he kept hitting pot holes so we headed home.  I drove home from New Haven, Connecticut.  and we went to bed at 3 am to get up at 5 am to do the mother fuckin' paper route that I hate more than anything in the world.</content>
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    <title>Oh man...talk about road trip!!!!!</title>
    <published>2002-01-05T05:39:08Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-05T05:39:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Wallflower-Caroline's Spine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so tuesday nite brian asked me if I wanted to go to Hershey, PA. to see the factory..i said sure why not(thinking this summer.  So wednesday morning he wakes me up a 7 a.m. with James at our   pad and tells me to get ready..yep he wanted to go right then.  So after a half hour of fighting. we left for breakfast and think Crystal Springs is soo fucking gross. Yuck..(no ofense, lynn) Right then to wally world for camera and money, brian went to bank and were off or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chicopee to James' so he could get cd's, digital camera and coat and now we're off James and i keep trading places and i slept for a while. Plus we stoped for smokes, which by the way i quit for new years ~Big Smile~ And Double YUCK.  James' smoked three packs of Menthol cigs on the trip that's SIXTY!!!  Plus he smoke a pack at my house, so that makes Eighty fucking cancer sticks in one sitting.  i am so glad i quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to make a long story short we had lunch and dinner at Wendy's, fucking awesome nuggets.  and at 4:35 we made it to the Hershey Factory which closed at 5.  so we amde it in the nick of time.  and you take a tour on these little  carts areond a simulater factory that smells like chocolate. I was awesome. well worth the 4&amp; 1/2 hour ride.  LOL  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hte way home we decided to go to New York City's Manhatten.  i drove from Pennsylvania to New Jersy.  Oh man do Jersey drives scare me.  Plus we got lost in Newark.  And Brian is the best driver I know.  He weved in and out of the city like nothing.  I thought he was almost as bad as those cabbies.  And James sucks at directions.  He kept telling us to turn here or there and we kept getting lost.  But you could tell when we started to get closer to the World Trade Center cause there were cops and firemen every where.  those fuckin' Arabs really fucked us.  like all the streets are all fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got to see the remains of the WTC.  I really can't explain the sadness.  I cried so much.  There are walls and walls of memorials to the lost.  they plaster the streets.  it gave me the most erie feeling.  i keep thinking that people were where i am  standing but in pure horror i mean the city is so fucked up like blocks and blocks away.  I just blew my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Brian got pissed cause he kept hitting pot holes so we headed home.  I drove home from New Haven, Connecticut.  and we went to bed at 3 am to get up at 5 am to do the mother fuckin' paper route that I hate more than anything in the world.</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2002-01-01T22:59:00</title>
    <published>2002-01-02T04:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2002-01-02T04:09:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the back groung music of Grand Theft Auto 3</lj:music>
    <content type="html">First off, Bethany thanks for the BBQ...lol you rock!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO new years was not what i wanted or expected but it turned out good  :)  Went to family and chilled there till 10 pm ish, then home to find Brian.  We then went to wal*mart where i say crew of "freaks" with their purple hair and nose rings.   (LOL Guys, Joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Bethany invited us to stop up her chill crib and party.  so we went home made tv dinners and drank Martini &amp; Rossie Sparkling Wine (Champange to us poor folks).  Smoked a bone and with a healthy buzz proceded to the Chill Party..Only staied for like half an hour, but you could tell the kids were having a blast.  I had to be miss responsbility, so no more drinks for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper route in the freezing fucking cold and well that's it.  oh yeah, Brian bought me sheets for Xmas.  Well i forgot to wash them so it turned our skin blue!!!! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus The United States Department Of Commerce  sent me this survey tha by law i have to fill out and send in...It's suposed to take 40 mins..as though i don't have anything better to do.</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-12-29T01:26:00</title>
    <published>2001-12-29T06:26:56Z</published>
    <updated>2001-12-29T06:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you girls and your quizs'are way to funny!!!!</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-12-23T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2001-12-24T04:59:55Z</published>
    <updated>2001-12-24T04:59:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>R. Kelly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">talk about christmas shopper !!!  that's right , it's me!!  I shopped for every one on my list today, my first day of shopping and with money to boot  :)</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-12-04T00:59:00</title>
    <published>2001-12-04T06:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2001-12-04T06:01:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no tunes, just my head pounding...poor neighbors</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh my god!!!!!!!!!  SOme times i wish i never met brian.  so i get home from work and no wait uhhhh  brian is so selfish thursday night i wanted to go home to my parents..  but no had to help him with route.  so can't go see my dad..   weekend same thing.  so i get home wanting to go to sleep what's tonights well I am a cunt becase i didn't get a soda. well he spends $10 bcks a day on scratch tickets you think he could splurg for a fucking soda.  so i get pissed and end up leaving in the Hyundia, which is mine to use till i get the other car on the road,  He calls the Police and reports it stolen. MOTHER FUCKER!! i aam on the fuckin insurance . i help pay for it this month and other months.  Also he wants me to park at big y and walk to work.  cause his mommy told him i park it near other cars.  Fuckin asshole.  I can't stand him or this fucking pathetic relationship.  So i went to the police station to report mental abuse.  ending up talking to a cop and feeling better.  Plus now i am home, No i wasn't arested, and the fuckin cocksucker still won't leave me alone.  When is move out day?????</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-12-04T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2001-12-04T06:00:21Z</published>
    <updated>2001-12-04T06:00:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no tunes, just my head pounding...poor neighbors</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh my god!!!!!!!!!  SOme times i wish i never met brian.  so i get home from work and no wait uhhhh  brian is so selfish thursday night i wanted to go home to my parents..  but no had to help him with route.  so can't go see my dad..   weekend same thing.  so i get home wanting to go to sleep what's tonights well I am a cunt becase i didn't get a soda. well he spends $10 bcks a day on scratch tickets you think he could splurg for a fucking soda.  so i get pissed and end up leaving in the Hyundia, which is mine to use till i get the other car on the road,  He calls the Police and reports it stolen. MOTHER FUCKER!! i aam on the fuckin insurance . i help pay for it this month and other months.  Also he wants me to park at big y and walk to work.  cause his mommy told him i park it near other cars.  Fuckin asshole.  I can't stand him or this fucking pathetic relationship.  So i went to the police station to report mental abuse.  ending up talking to a cop and feeling better.  Plus now i am home, No i wasn't arested, and the fuckin cocksucker still won't leave me alone.  When is move out day?????</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-12-04T00:48:00</title>
    <published>2001-12-04T06:00:13Z</published>
    <updated>2001-12-04T06:00:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>no tunes just my head pounding...poor neighbors</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh my god!!!!!!!!!  SOme times i wish i never met brian.  so i get home from work and no wait uhhhh  brian is so selfish thursday night i wanted to go home to my parents..  but no had to help him with route.  so can't go see my dad..   weekend same thing.  so i get home wanting to go to sleep what's tonights well I am a cunt becase i didn't get a soda. well he spends $10 bcks a day on scratch tickets you think he could splurg for a fucking soda.  so i get pissed and end up leaving in the Hyundia, which is mine to use till i get the other car on the road,  He calls the Police and reports it stolen. MOTHER FUCKER!! i aam on the fuckin insurance . i help pay for it this month and other months.  Also he wants me to park at big y and walk to work.  cause his mommy told him i park it near other cars.  Fuckin asshole.  I can't stand him or this fucking pathetic relationship.  So i went to the police station to report mental abuse.  ending up talking to a cop and feeling better.  Plus now i am home, No i wasn't arested, and the fuckin cocksucker still won't leave me alone.  When is move out day?????</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-11-17T03:24:00</title>
    <published>2001-11-17T08:26:41Z</published>
    <updated>2001-11-17T08:26:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>so fuckin burnt-as in me  :)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Woah!! Oh man  i am so hungry.....  i ate o lot of doritos  and i am not full yet  :0  oh my word  paper route in a jour.. way to fucked</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-11-04T02:34:00</title>
    <published>2001-11-04T07:39:54Z</published>
    <updated>2001-11-04T07:39:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>colt 45 afroman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i bought some realll dank bud the other night.  so i crisined my bowl last night and was burnt for hoours.  so hight right now. i feel like i am laying on a cloud, but pink with sprinkles. like the donuts at Dunkins. ohhh time to smoke aggain.........cough's a lot   *smiles*</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-10-29T00:03:00</title>
    <published>2001-10-29T05:09:34Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-29T05:09:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>wish you were here</lj:music>
    <content type="html">so i had the greatest time sat night..well friday night too.  I talked to Brian for like two hrs. on the comp  and we had the best convo.  I ended up making him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and bringing it to him via delivery charges.  It was awesome we joked and flirted and it was so good. We did the route and curled up in each others arms &amp; fell asleep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this break is good for us.  Brian made one good point.  You can't have a healthy relationship with out a solid friendship.  I agree.  We fought way to much and that's not cool or what I want.  I found that, well i know that i want respect and honesty and if bri can give me those I can definatly give him a best friend.  and if not..oh well, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a nother note I met the most awesome guy...not like that.  :(  Mindy Menard and Brian Monet hang out with me and Bri alot.  well i absolutly adore Brian Monet (i will call him B so as though not to confuse you.  I've only really talked to him a few, but he's the kind of guy you just click with.  I mean i feel like I knew him for ever.  We are gonna trip together next weekend and watch fantasia and listen to DMB and Pink Floyd.  I'm kinda scared cause I've never done it but he hasn't done it in a while so i figure it will be all good :)  He wanted me to roll with him, but I heard that e can seriously fuck you up.  ahhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n-e-ways i hung out with them sat and i got sooooo fucked up.  It was a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i am doing the paper route alone.  Brian is giving my ten bucks.  it was nice, i slept over our apartment last night and all.  This afternoon when brian left for work hug gave me this good hug.  I wanted to kiss him so bad and we looked at eacher like we were gonna but then we pulled back.  I smiled and said have a good day babe and he goes you too, and we hugged again, a little bit longer that time.</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-10-24T02:51:00</title>
    <published>2001-10-24T07:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-24T07:04:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh my god...so I miss brian more thatn anything in the world.  It's hard to eat, sleep i keep looking at my cellie hoping he will call.  this sucks so much.  You never really realize what you have till its gone.  what you take for granted..Man oh man.  I left lynn''s pad around 2 am and headed home.  wait it's aaalmost two thirty...who has a paper route???  so i drove all the way downtown just to get a glimpse of him..his car something do i wouldn't feel empty..it's so hard to sleep alone..funny ever since we've been broken up i've slept at my crib every night execpt one.  How will he miss me if I'm there..So i am gonna try like hell to leave him alone.He has my number, if he wants to talk to me he can call..Funny how much it hurts.  That's how i know i am in love with him.  well that and other things..I truly belive that you need to bend a little for some one if there willing to bend for you.  Brian, I love you very much</content>
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    <title>clipsa @ 2001-10-24T02:49:00</title>
    <published>2001-10-24T06:57:29Z</published>
    <updated>2001-10-24T06:57:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is amuzing...i took the goth test for kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE 54% GOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goth! You Goth, Girl. There is a good chance you're bi. Freakiness pumps through your viens, but you can still laugh at yourself.</content>
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