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  <title>burn in hell.</title>
  <subtitle>ill see you there.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-06-20T02:14:41Z</updated>
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    <title>someone please shoot me!</title>
    <published>2005-06-20T02:14:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-20T02:14:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Today is the 3rd day of no smokes! holy shit! and today is also the one year aniversery of caldy getting ran over by an suv. happy aniversery caldy!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lacypanties:555</id>
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    <title>Soooooooooo fuckin drained and pissed</title>
    <published>2005-06-13T20:11:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-13T20:11:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I just got finished with the play i was in yesterday. i am sooooo beat. i love acting and everything but the play killed me! i was emotionally and physically drained plus a couple of people were getting on my ass about lines two nights befor we opened.  fuck that! i dont get paid for this shit and i'm doing them a fucking favor.  i get the same kind of role everytime. and it's soooooo boring. i think i 've decided to become a lesbian. guys suck, and they arent worth the fuckin effort. they are retarded. a great example was a couple weekends ago when i went to club p with my homies, theese dudes were trying to get me to bare the twins. i told them three fucking times that i am not a stripper and im not showing my fuckin boobs. there were about three of them and they kept on throwing money at me and putting in my shirt. i couldn't help but laugh. emily grabbed my hand and we left because they looked like they were ready to attack me. i made made 25 dollars just laughing and dumbass rednecks. fuckers...and im tired of fuckers saying that my hair should be blonde again! fuck you! i want to get out of this town. so can do something with my life. i thinking about moving to nashville after i get a good job. i dont want to leave my friends, but this place kills me. oh yeah and i hate stupid little cunts! guys who date those girls are fuckin stupid, if you added 4 points to their i.q. it would be four. plus those chicks have such a low self esteem they think they have to act like that to be cool. really everyone calls them cunts anyway. i don't think there's no turning back for those chicks! can someone please tell me how in the hell can you fall in love with someone when you havent seen them in a few months! good god guys are stupid. on a lighter note i have a new brother. he's good to lauren so i guess he's ok. alright i'll admit he's pretty fuckin bitchin. he calls me big lace or big sis because i'm so cool or it could be because i buy him beer. i dont know. anyway i get dibs on mooch!</content>
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    <title>where the fuck IS waldo?</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T04:10:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T04:10:07Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">ok first things first, im sitting on the shitter with a Where's Waldo book.  That fucker thinks he's so damn smart. You look, you take a breath... you look, you take a breath...(don't act like you havn't did it) and then just when you think you found the son-of-a-bitch, it's really someone else who's wearing that same fucking shirt, or that same fucking hat, or those same fucking glasses. if the pages in Where's Waldo were like real life, the world would be chaos. Now i can't say i've traveled through time and partied with king tut, but i used to throw some bitchin parties in my day. anyway i know if i showed up at a party and someone was wearing the same fuckin shirt i was wearing, i'd rather put my cigarette out in my ass.  that's the shits isn't it?  you look good, wearing the right shirt, having a good hair day, extra pep in your step, you got the strut goin on... and then you run in to the piece of shit who just so happens to shop at the same store. One of three things can happen, 1.) you run like a scared bunny 2.) you go to your car and hopefully you have a different shirt. 3.) or bust her in her face causing a nose bleed which will make HER have to change. whatever choice you make you will still look like an assmunch so might as well go all the way with number three, just my suggestion. and then the moment wouldn't be classic without one of your friends saying..." oh my god, you so look better in it than she does."  I guess this entry didn't really stay on the topic of waldo... if you don't like it go fuck yourself.</content>
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