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  <title>Dig Up Her Bones</title>
  <subtitle>Laura</subtitle>
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    <name>Laura</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-16T17:55:52Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:42481</id>
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    <title>CRUCIAL DUDES</title>
    <published>2009-08-16T17:55:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-16T17:55:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Purchases that need to be made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;-more family inspired tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geri-four leaf clover with banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lip service acid washed jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;-booksss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-naked lunch(burroughs)&lt;br /&gt;-great shark hunt(hunter s)&lt;br /&gt;-lexicon devil&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been really considering living outside the city in a small cottage like house.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who would live with me out there, but it definitely seems like a nice, relaxing change from the hustle and bustle of city life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real estate cost&amp;nbsp;is also extremely favorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll see what happens.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:41690</id>
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    <title>this is the place</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T10:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T10:07:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;It's funny how music can really fuck with you. Lou Reed's Berlin album, is making me feel all sorts of things right now. Mostly in my chest. Strange memories of drug abuse. 7 o clock in the morning, strung out on meth flavored ecstacy,acid, snorting dexedrine and what I&amp;nbsp;believed to be cocaine. Feeling so beautiful for some reason. I look back on it and I miss that feeling. I&amp;nbsp;don't feel as beautiful as I&amp;nbsp;did then. I am not insecure about my looks, I am content enough with the person that I&amp;nbsp;am on the outside. It is the beauty of the feeling... like my insides were wrapped up in a warm blanket that hugged me all throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;I will never change if I keep going back to that shit, but I don't want to face the world like this. I feel way too brave when I'm this sober. I'm so scared right now... of what could happen, what has happened, what is certain to happen again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get hurt..... I don't want to keep hurting them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get over it,&lt;br /&gt;so that I&amp;nbsp;can move on from what I did to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:41433</id>
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    <title>inarticulating @ 2009-01-10T17:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-10T23:53:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-10T23:53:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;EVERYBODY&lt;br /&gt;I don't love ANYONE&amp;nbsp;right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I FUCKING&amp;nbsp;HATE&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;ALL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;UFFCK&amp;nbsp;FUKC&amp;nbsp;KFUDKCKUKDFUKCUFKCUKCKCUFKUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adslghdjlghdafhggaaaaarhgggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your opinions to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Grow the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;SHUT&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;UP&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;ONE&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;SECOND&lt;br /&gt;Treat me with respect! Somebody, ANYBODY&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;DARE&amp;nbsp;YOU&lt;br /&gt;Treat others how you would be treated&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;DOUBLE&amp;nbsp;STANDARDS&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;POLITICAL&amp;nbsp;CORRECTNESS&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:41159</id>
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    <title>inarticulating @ 2009-01-02T03:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-02T09:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-02T09:28:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was restless&lt;br /&gt;I was restless&lt;br /&gt;I was restless cause I want this to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:40939</id>
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    <title>SHAME</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T22:23:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T22:23:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep doing this. I hate scheduling for a bunch of people who have all sorts of ridiculous requests. Is it not apparent to you that all this shit that you spring on me last minute is unprofessional. I do not want to deal with this any more. I am burned the fuck out. I am fucking tired and sore and maybe a little hungover. &lt;br /&gt;I had a full blown panic attack the other night in the midst of my drunkenness. Maybe a little over the top, a lot of shaking and puking and crying. I don't know when I've ever been that scared. Fuck physical contact I only pretend to enjoy it. Truly it scares the shit out of me. Get off of me. Get away from me. Leave me alone.....&lt;br /&gt;but please don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank god I have a friend who would hold my head over a garbage can. I am ashamed and awkward and truly uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;The whispers, the rumors, the feelings of people talking,thinking, pointing, knowing things I've never told them. I don't like it.&lt;/p&gt;Enough to make me shoot it up and never look back. Die in a cross. On a cross. Over a barrel.</content>
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    <title>inarticulating @ 2008-10-14T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T04:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T04:52:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>weezer-perfect situation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am ridiculously self centered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking ' not you, Laura&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.</content>
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    <title>survey</title>
    <published>2008-09-08T08:18:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-08T08:31:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mrs. officer- lil wayne ft bobby valentino</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. last beverage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;whiskey sour @ earls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last phone call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Jill&amp;nbsp; to schedule mai hurrr cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. last CD played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Tha Carter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. last BUBBLE bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;A few months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. last time you cried ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;A while ago. I'm pretty pent up lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. last meal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Chicken caesar salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN &amp;quot;HAVE YOU'S&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever dated someone twice?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;HAHAHA umm more like 20847398564386 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. have you ever been cheated on?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;why? what do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever kissed someone &amp;amp; regreted it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;I don't like kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever fallen in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love withhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever lost someone?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;my mom in KMART like 15 years ago. SUCKED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.have you ever slept until 2pm?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;daily ritual my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever been drunk and threw up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX things you did in the past three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;1. Drank soda&lt;br /&gt;2.Smoked a pack of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;3. Painted my new bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a shower&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched television&lt;br /&gt;6. Bruised my elbow bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list some people you can tell pretty much anything to --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Brittany &amp;amp; Mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list THREE favorite colors ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;red, kelly green, yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list THREE things you want to do before you die -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;can i do 4?...i have 4&lt;br /&gt;get published, fall in love, see the world,kick your candy ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until you cried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went behind your parents back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out who your true friends were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;I already knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your last kiss? &lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;bad, very bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gay Marriage?: &lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lowering the drinking age? &lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who are the best huggers that you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;WTF. I'm not answering this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Val Kilmer sup sup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is there something you want to tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i think you're a bitch and i'm glad you moved away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What brand of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;some gray walmart hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your current annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;my door is a piece of shit and doesn't close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;shit like 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you wanna change your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;yes. Agatha Weatherby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last time you saw your father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;realised that everyone sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;11:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;Watching Nim's Isand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name something you CANNOT wait to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;die...SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;red lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your best friend right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800080"&gt;at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Cease and Resist</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T20:27:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T20:27:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hustle and bussle</lj:music>
    <content type="html">One day you wake up and realise that everything you have no idea what you believe in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;One day you put on your favorite record and turn it off after 3 songs.&lt;br /&gt;One day you hear the cynics say &lt;br /&gt;What are we even fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;And all that you say&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Don't&lt;br /&gt;Know</content>
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    <title>Closure</title>
    <published>2008-08-25T01:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-25T01:24:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I forgive those who trespass against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Shifting Waves</title>
    <published>2008-08-21T06:31:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-21T06:31:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I missed you SOOOOO much today&lt;br /&gt;WAY too much&lt;br /&gt;Shit dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittanica and I are moving promptly&lt;br /&gt;I start creative writing classes mid september&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA!&lt;br /&gt;Might be going on a trip soon&lt;br /&gt;STOKED!</content>
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    <title>Neutral Territory</title>
    <published>2008-07-05T18:11:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-05T18:11:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;It's funny how we judge people up until we get to know them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You should never judge a book by it's cover, but it's kind of hard not to.&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively we go with what we know.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, a lot of people that I thought were so cool years ago, are so fucking lame now.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm geting older I start to wonder if anybody is looking up to me.&lt;br /&gt;If they are, I feel terrible. Once they really know me, they'll be quite disapointed. I'm pretty low-key.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm aging. Faster than I should. Contemplating, Analyzing, Maturing. All that fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to Bonaroo Festival.&amp;nbsp;Look it up because it&amp;nbsp;looks/sounds AMAZING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2009 I'm all up in that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Lately I'm actually getting tired of being an atagonist. I want to just be chill. Neutral.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also; I'm not a drug addict, but I am flattered that you would think that. Guess I'm just a skinny bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>inarticulating @ 2008-06-25T09:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-25T16:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T16:02:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Across the universe-Fiona Apple</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know what rules?&amp;nbsp; Hot weather. Weather that makes you want to do something with your life. Weather that makes you want to hop your fat ass onto a bicycle just for the hell of it. Weather that makes you think that EVEN though you're the most drunk you have ever been in your entire life, that your apartment at the END of gertrude isn't really that far from the albert&amp;nbsp;and you should totally just walk there at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else rules. Grape soda, boys who are kinda cute...straight up white trash, but cute, leopard stretch pants, getting my drunk on, listening to new records, smiling, laughing, sun, shorts, new tattoos, pirate swords,dead swallows,kissing on the neck, walking everywhere, like y'know whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go to Makeup school..actually actually actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i lived in pensacola florida.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a pretty good mood today and i don't really know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>OVER THE TOP</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T01:27:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T01:27:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sirius sattelite radio owns my SOUL</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;So I'm pretty bummed that my trip is so short and all, but on the sunny side of the street I am in Florida eating chips and watching HBO.&lt;br /&gt;Take that life!</content>
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    <title>Love Bites</title>
    <published>2007-10-19T18:28:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-19T18:28:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>buzzcocks</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Promises"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah loving you is easy you are on my side&lt;br /&gt;We play the game strictly to our rules&lt;br /&gt;We led the field a love affair&lt;br /&gt;Which made all other lovers fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;These promises are made for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We promised that we'd always have time for each other&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I needed you'd be there&lt;br /&gt;We promised to be true there'd be no other&lt;br /&gt;We promised that for ever we would care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;These promises are made for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had to change&lt;br /&gt;But you stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't change&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a shame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos loving you's not easy you're not on my side&lt;br /&gt;We play a game with two sets of rules&lt;br /&gt;We lead the field in a love affair&lt;br /&gt;Ah strictly meant for fools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;Those promises were made for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never have any time for me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need you you're not there&lt;br /&gt;You've never been true and it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;The fact is you never really cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ever let me down&lt;br /&gt;Those promises we made for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2007-10-01T03:32:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T12:57:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The worst part of my month HANDS DOWN was seeing Cannibal Corpse.&amp;nbsp; I got to see The Red Chord, which were AMAZING as always but other that that the night was a total bust. For some reason sweaty obese men and gutgrinding vocals sandwiched in between lackluster melody doesn't quite butter my toast. I'm weird like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell this is my life; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work a lot &lt;br /&gt;Metalheads still suck &lt;br /&gt;Venom still sucks &lt;br /&gt;Straightedge still sucks &lt;br /&gt;Punk is dead &lt;br /&gt;Your family is still crazy &lt;br /&gt;People still suck &lt;br /&gt;God bless the brewers of Starbucks Coffee for keeping my caffeine levels at glorious heights and my mental stability intact &lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving &lt;br /&gt;I love you all, &lt;br /&gt;Laura Geraldine Rewucki</content>
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    <title>FUCK THE SMITH AGENCY LTD</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T17:02:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-23T17:02:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Smith Agency has been dicking me around for the past 2 weeks since I sent in my apartment application. I have lived in 3 different apartment blocks in my whole life and not once did I ever have this problem. I should've listened to my mother when she warned me about them, but instead I chose to ignore the negative and turn up the positive. Well FUCK THEM! I'm looking other places as of Monday, unfortuantely it's prettty close to July.1st, but god&amp;nbsp;damn it I wasn't expecting this to fall through. FUCK! Seriously, I'm excited to get all my shit together but this just isn't cool.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:32747</id>
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    <title>Never Know</title>
    <published>2007-06-14T06:06:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-14T06:06:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jack Johnson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;I hear this old story before&lt;br /&gt;Where the people keep appealing for the metaphors&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave much up to the imagination,&lt;br /&gt;So I, wanna give this imagery back&lt;br /&gt;But I know it just ain't so easy like that&lt;br /&gt;So, I turn the page and read the story again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;br /&gt;It sure seems the same, with a different name&lt;br /&gt;We're breaking and rebuilding&lt;br /&gt;And we're growing&lt;br /&gt;Always guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but we're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We're just moments&lt;br /&gt;We're Clever but we're clueless&lt;br /&gt;We're just human&lt;br /&gt;Amusing but confusing&lt;br /&gt;Were trying but where is this all leading&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened so much faster&lt;br /&gt;Than you could say disaster&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take a time lapse&lt;br /&gt;And look at it backwards&lt;br /&gt;From the last one&lt;br /&gt;And maybe thats just the answer&lt;br /&gt;That we're after&lt;br /&gt;But after all&lt;br /&gt;We're just a bubble in a boiling pot&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath in a chain of thought&lt;br /&gt;The moments just combusting&lt;br /&gt;Feel certain but we'll never never know&lt;br /&gt;Just seems the same&lt;br /&gt;Give it a different name&lt;br /&gt;We're beggin and we're needing&lt;br /&gt;And we're trying and we're breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but we're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We're just moments&lt;br /&gt;We're Clever but we're clueless&lt;br /&gt;We're just human&lt;br /&gt;Amusing but confusing&lt;br /&gt;Helping, we're building&lt;br /&gt;And we're growing&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock on the door to door&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya that the metaphor is better than yours&lt;br /&gt;And you can either sink or swim&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking pretty grim&lt;br /&gt;If you dont believe in what this one feeding&lt;br /&gt;Its got no feeling&lt;br /&gt;So I read it again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again&lt;br /&gt;Just seems the same&lt;br /&gt;Too many different names&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are strong our hands are weak&lt;br /&gt;We'll always be competing never knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing&lt;br /&gt;Shocking but we're nothing&lt;br /&gt;We're just moments&lt;br /&gt;We're Clever but we're clueless&lt;br /&gt;We're just human&lt;br /&gt;Amusing but confusing&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is&lt;br /&gt;All we got is questions&lt;br /&gt;We'll Never Know&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;br /&gt;Never Know&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>I HATE COLDPLAY</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T23:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T23:20:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO I've decided to stop stressing out over dumb&amp;nbsp;shit. It appears to be a good idea seeing as I have felt much better since I decided to put that in play. My parents are stil not divorced which is obviously disapointing, but on the plus side since I'm single, i'm gonna be a huge slut and fuck all of your brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I'm not a&amp;nbsp; big fat emotional homo and i don't really feel bad about shit that went down. I hate having feelings anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel damn solid about my life choices so suck my balls if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling my car and moving out ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going my way whether it likes it or not.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>inarticulating @ 2007-05-21T20:35:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T02:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T02:36:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SERIOUSLY FUCK</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:29414</id>
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    <title>inarticulating @ 2007-05-03T01:33:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-03T07:34:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-03T07:34:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK YOU NICOTINE!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inarticulating:26373</id>
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    <title>Brother</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T17:30:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T17:30:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Brother- Murder By Death</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="4" width="470" align="center" bgcolor="#639ace" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="text11" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: auto; HEIGHT: auto" name="lyrics"&gt;Fourteen years have passed since that day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stories are the same, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ends have all changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carried on like you were some type of god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things will never change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home to see our folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and we told jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like we were young again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that deathbed, our mother lay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long shes got, they still cant say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all this to get us back together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is this going to last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant keep reliving your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwing over the ones that you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of some new drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brother, raise another pint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev up the engine and drive off in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you somewhere, someplace, sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know theres better brothers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But youre the only one thats mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bondsman came to my door early the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I come for your brother; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know what kind of trouble that hes in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is this going to last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant keep reliving your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Law keeps a poundin at my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you screwed up some new score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hes standing in the doorway like he owns the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a look of smug satisfaction on his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna give you up of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes sure as hell, but I take one look at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know Ill never tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can knock all of my doors down, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wont say a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>So Rich, So Pretty</title>
    <published>2007-03-20T18:54:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-20T18:54:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mickey Avalon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I like a girl with caked up make up in the sunshine &lt;font size="2"&gt;smoking cigarettes to pass the time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;who &lt;font size="2"&gt;wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand&lt;/font&gt; bites and scratches the blinds&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but I aint found one quite right yet so I step with pep to the park or supermarket&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;her apartment best be messy and&lt;strong&gt; Lisa&lt;/strong&gt; dont mind when I call her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leslie&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes got to dress with class in Jean Paul Gautier and a Hermes bag and&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;four inch tips made of ostrich&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;sharp enough to slit your wrists&lt;/strike&gt; her lips spread gossip&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;wont say sorry when she offends she comes over to my place in her old mans benz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and gold and silver and jewels of all colors and she doesnt take them off when were tearing up the covers&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;come on and get it before I change my mind come on kid dont waste my time&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;so rich so pretty the best piece of ass in the whole damn city so rich so pretty&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like a girl who eats and brings it up a sassy little frassy with bulimia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;her best friends a plastic surgeon and when her bmr's in the shop she rolls the benz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays &lt;font color="#339966"&gt;money &lt;/font&gt;from mommy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;lovely in Versace costly sprees its on at barneys and I love to watch her go through fifty gs calmly&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;she gets naughty with her pilates body and thinks its really funny when her nose goes &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font size="3"&gt;because the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty and makes her act more friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;dance the night away and she wont say nothing when she makes your man stray</content>
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    <title>honesty</title>
    <published>2007-03-18T18:35:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-18T18:35:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AND THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE</content>
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    <title>AHEM!</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T03:36:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T03:36:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As all of you motherfuckers know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS FREAKIN SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there or be square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a dumbslut if you aint there, and I aint lyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letzzzzz getttt CRUNKKKKKKKKKKKKKDDDD</content>
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    <title>choke a bitch</title>
    <published>2007-02-19T00:04:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-19T00:04:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>set your goals- mutiny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm fuckin tired of everybody being so lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm trying to get sober, slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've cut out the drugs, i'm working on the drinking because i'm a total prick when i'm drunk. you probably haven't seen me drunk, there's a reason for that.I think it's a solid step in improving my general health. Just so we're clear though, I continue to swear and smoke like a sailor lost at sea and eat Taco bell like it's going out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i hate a lot of different things; girls, my pseudo psycho parents, throbbing chest pain, having to make food, throbbing chest pain, ex boys, those weird girls on myspace who think they're socialites because they live in the newschool suburbs. IT's WINNIPEG! You are not rich, you're just from Manitoba oh AND people who don't belong at the Albert being at the ALbert. &lt;br /&gt; These things are ruining my life today.</content>
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