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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-15T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-16T01:51:10Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-16T01:51:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Simple Plan - I'd Do Anything</lj:music>
    <content type="html">new journal : &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_bl00dyxr0mance' lj:user='bl00dyxr0mance' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bl00dyxr0mance.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bl00dyxr0mance.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bl00dyxr0mance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-15T16:20:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-15T20:24:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-15T20:37:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>iron maiden</lj:music>
    <content type="html">what up niggggazz. just woke up from a really long nap.&lt;br /&gt;ended up coming home after 6th period instead today because&lt;br /&gt;i felt like crap all day, and i just couldn't make it one more period.&lt;br /&gt;i know that sounds pathetic. oh well. im stoked for "the oc" to &lt;br /&gt;come on tonight, even though its the same episode from last &lt;br /&gt;week. then an all new episode tomorrow. yes. its one of the&lt;br /&gt;best t.v. shows thats been on for a while. definately worth &lt;br /&gt;watching. tuesday nights on fox at 9:00. watch it. i saw that&lt;br /&gt;girl in school today that i saw in lunch the other day, and we &lt;br /&gt;looked at each other. and i was going to say something. but&lt;br /&gt;i just didn't. what a loser. maybe tomorrow. one more thing&lt;br /&gt;if you havn't checked out "the transplants". please do so. &lt;br /&gt;shits hot. i've heard mixed opinions about it,  but personally&lt;br /&gt;it made it into my top 10 favorite CD's of ALL TIME. its an &lt;br /&gt;all around, good, fun album, some serious songs, some just&lt;br /&gt;as jokes. but travis's drumming on it is funny, because its&lt;br /&gt;just looped over and over. no fills. but he's travis, so he can&lt;br /&gt;get away with that. fucker. so, if you havn't already, check&lt;br /&gt;it out. one of the most distinct cd's out right now.</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-13T01:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-13T05:35:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-13T05:37:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">timmy came down tonight. me, him, damian and &lt;br /&gt;andrea went to stews to meet up with him, courtney&lt;br /&gt;and leah. headed over to acme met up with orland. didnt &lt;br /&gt;do much inside, came out, and it started raining. went over&lt;br /&gt;to mays landing diner. saw mia. kind of random. that place &lt;br /&gt;has gotta be the worst diner i've ever been to. looking at it &lt;br /&gt;makes you think its probably going to be awesome. but the &lt;br /&gt;food is horrible. goes to show looks can be very decieving ; x.&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed off i even had to pay for it. sat outside talking in &lt;br /&gt;parking lot for a bit. then timmy headed home. and we started &lt;br /&gt;heading back. now im home. and i have to get up at 9 for&lt;br /&gt;work tomorrow. i hope it rains. please. rain. please.</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-12T16:48:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T20:52:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-12T21:21:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i hope every week of school goes by as fast as this one did.&lt;br /&gt;im off to a pretty good start. hoping it stays that way. start cradle&lt;br /&gt;rock on monday. 2nd yr doing it. its awesome. been playing a lot &lt;br /&gt;of guitar. almost finished song for my song writing class. sorry to&lt;br /&gt;everyone for  acting really shady lately. i dont know what my deal&lt;br /&gt;was.oh well.im over it.theres this girl in my gym class who i think&lt;br /&gt;is really cute. but i don't know. im probably the last kind of guy she&lt;br /&gt;would go for =/. then theres this girl in my lunch today who i &lt;br /&gt;noticed. we kind of just kept staring over and smiling at each &lt;br /&gt;other. i should probably go  over and talk to her on monday. shes &lt;br /&gt;really cute too.  i need to get out this weekend for a while. &lt;br /&gt;supposed  to work tom. if its not raining. hopefully its not. i need &lt;br /&gt;to make some  money to pay my dad 200.00 for my fucking &lt;br /&gt;phone bill. i need to stop running that up so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;the.starting.line-given the chance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minute before we play. i'm pacing waiting anxiously&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to hit the stage. and say hello to jersey and when&lt;br /&gt;the last note rings, and when i've sung all i have to sing every &lt;br /&gt;minute i will count  till the next show in the next town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. that can explain. all this time &lt;br /&gt;i'm loving life. theres not a day. that i could say &lt;br /&gt;all this time. i'm living out my... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is screaming out. the words of the things i think &lt;br /&gt;about. and hearing them coming back from the crowds mouth &lt;br /&gt;is perfect. and when the curtains close, i'll realize how fast time &lt;br /&gt;could go. thanks for everything. you know how much this means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. that can explain. all this time &lt;br /&gt;i'm loving life. theres not a day. that i could say &lt;br /&gt;all this time. i'm living out my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what this is to me  is more than words could mean &lt;br /&gt;i guess dreams do come true. this song itself is living proof &lt;br /&gt;what this means to me. is more than it may seem . i guess&lt;br /&gt;dreams do come true. this song itself is living proof. what this&lt;br /&gt;is to me. is more than words could mean. i guess dreams do &lt;br /&gt;come true. this song itself is living proof &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. that can explain. all this time &lt;br /&gt;i'm loving life. theres not a day. that i could say &lt;br /&gt;all this time. i'm singing out. singing a song about&lt;br /&gt;a dream that has come true</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-11T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T00:35:47Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-12T00:37:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>spitalfield- you can't stop</lj:music>
    <content type="html">got home from school today. played guitar again for 3 hrs straight. nothing else to do really. im so fed up with everything.  nothing good has happened to me in a really long time. im just seeing more and more good things come to people out of nowhere  everyday. yeah thats good for them. but im just miserable. it seems like no one even wants me around anymore. i've been feeling really lonely. oh, and something else that really gets me,  why does every girl i meet always have to have tons of other guys in their lives? its the worst because if you like them, you never even know if anything could even work out, no matter what they say. theres a few girls at school that i think are cute, but with most of them, it seems like im the last kind of guy they would ever go for. i don't know. im not sad. but im not extremely happy like everyone else seems to be. im going to go write some more.</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-09T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-09T23:14:19Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-09T23:30:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">never felt so alone..</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-06T15:20:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-06T19:24:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-06T19:24:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>senses fail- bite to break sin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">[my name is]: jaime&lt;br /&gt;[height?]: 5'7&lt;br /&gt;[in the morning i am]: tired, slow.&lt;br /&gt;[all i need is]: love ; x&lt;br /&gt;[love is]: awesome&lt;br /&gt;[if i could see one person right now]: her.. ; x&lt;br /&gt;[im afraid of]: growing up.&lt;br /&gt;[i dream about]: being with her ; x. and other things that probably won't happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-H A V E .Y O U. E V E R . .&lt;br /&gt;[been in love]: ...?&lt;br /&gt;[cried when someone died]: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;[lied]: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H I C H . I S . B E T T E R-&lt;br /&gt;[coke or pepsi]: coke&lt;br /&gt;[flowers or candy]: flowers&lt;br /&gt;[tall or short]: i'm short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W I T H .T H E. O P P O S I T E. S E X-&lt;br /&gt;[what do u notice first?]: eyes, then smile, then style ; p&lt;br /&gt;[last person u slow danced with]: umm. leah at prom?&lt;br /&gt;[worst question to ask]: just this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H O-&lt;br /&gt;[makes you laugh the most?]: myself&lt;br /&gt;[makes you smile]: all of my friends&lt;br /&gt;[gives you a funny feeling when u see them]: ....  ; x&lt;br /&gt;[do you have a crush?]: maybe =/&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on you?]: ha&lt;br /&gt;[is easiest to talk to]: everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D O. Y O U .E V E R-&lt;br /&gt;[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone to I.M. you?]: no &lt;br /&gt;[save aol/aim conversations]: i used to email them to myself ; x&lt;br /&gt;[wish u were a member of the opposite sex]: mmm no&lt;br /&gt;[cried because of someone saying something to you]: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H A V E .Y O U .E V E R-&lt;br /&gt;[fallen for ur best friend]: yeah&lt;br /&gt;[been rejected?]: all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[rejected someone]: no.&lt;br /&gt;[used someone]: no&lt;br /&gt;[been cheated on]: no&lt;br /&gt;[done something you regret]: of course&lt;br /&gt;[been drunk?]: one to many times. im over it.&lt;br /&gt;[done drugs?]: yes. over that also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-W H O .W A S .T H E .L A S T. P E R S O N-&lt;br /&gt;[you talked to on the phone]: leah&lt;br /&gt;[hugged]: donno&lt;br /&gt;[you instant messaged]: timmy&lt;br /&gt;[that instant messaged you]: mal&lt;br /&gt;[you laughed with]: myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D O .Y O U-&lt;br /&gt;[color your hair]: jet black.&lt;br /&gt;[ever get off the damn computer]: lol no&lt;br /&gt;[habla espanol]: si, yo hablo espanol muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;[smoke cigarettes]: no&lt;br /&gt;[how many peeps are on ur buddylist?]: 199 ; x&lt;br /&gt;[drink alchohol?]:not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;[like watching sunrises or sunset]: both.&lt;br /&gt;[what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?]: emotional. physical is all a state of mind, i broke wrist in 2 places before skating, the bone was hanging out, and i didn't cry, i sat there quiet and calm till my mom got there to bring me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily]: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON...&lt;br /&gt;[ You Talked To ]:  tony &lt;br /&gt;[ You Yelled At ]: dr. blake&lt;br /&gt;[ You Had A Crush On ]: no comment. &lt;br /&gt;[ Who Broke Your Heart ]: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;[ Food ]: any kind of wrap &lt;br /&gt;[ Drink ]: peach iced tea&lt;br /&gt;[ Color ]: black.&lt;br /&gt;[ Album ]: stay what you are. &lt;br /&gt;[ Shoes ]: etnies. converse. &lt;br /&gt;[ Candy ]: skittles, starbursts&lt;br /&gt;[ Animal ]: pa pa pa pannndasssss&lt;br /&gt;[ TV Show ]: doug, that 70's show&lt;br /&gt;[ Movie ]: pulp fiction, resevoir dogs, clockwork orange&lt;br /&gt;[ Dance ]: eh&lt;br /&gt;[ Veggie ]: all of em &lt;br /&gt;[ Fruit ]: pears, oranges, apples, plums, peaches, watermelon</content>
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    <title>first day of school.</title>
    <published>2003-09-04T21:59:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-04T21:59:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>spitalfield- five days and counting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">first day of school today. not too bad. nothing to really complain about besides my fucking homeroom teacher. mrs chernoff. thats the only thing im not going to be looking forward to about school this year. homeroom. everything else is fine. 1st period have guitar with justin, paul, john, jenna, angela, then a whole group of these weird kids who are all like ahh i wanna learn system of a down songs. then i had english which is just like a joke. sarantos, me, pete (7th grade revisited, but i won't even go there), nick, gary, and mike. funny because mike got chosen for MADE, and the lady was just in that class video taping the whole period, then afterwards, she did an interview with me and sarantos. so watch that episode of MADE when it comes on. because im going to be on it ; x. then i had fst which isn't bad. its pretty much  everyone from my adv alg. class last yr. and TAYLOR ; p   so its cool. then gym which i didnt do anything in today, and wont be doing anything tomorrow. then finally the best class of all. pop song writing with penza. our homework for the weekend is to bring in 3 songs by 3 different artists, bring in a song of our own, and learn a cover song, and play if for the class. can it get any better? even though i havn't begun to decide what songs im going to do yet, or anything else. but its going to be extremely easy. then last period i have to take another english. but im not complaining. i have penza again. so..yeah anyway. it was cool seeing everyone i hadn't seen all summer. the best part ever is just getting out of school after 7th period. came home and just had apple jacks, then slept. and came online to talk to taylor. she thinks im too cool to talk to her. but thats not the case at all. i just havn't been in the best of moods lately. and i just keep to myself a lot. sry =x im gonna go call blockbuster back and see about job. =P</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-03T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-04T01:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-04T01:32:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Finch - Grey Matter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower: last friday. no like 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;ate: tuna wrap at jo jo's 2 hrs ago&lt;br /&gt;time you laughed: today at mall w. tony dave and orland&lt;br /&gt;time you kissed someone/who was it: dont remember. its been a while =/&lt;br /&gt;time you hugged someone: my mom when i left earlier&lt;br /&gt;drink you had: water w. lemon 2 hrs ago&lt;br /&gt;time you brushed your teeth: 5 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;call you recieved: noel&lt;br /&gt;person you called: tony&lt;br /&gt;im you recieved: orlandizzle&lt;br /&gt;time you did homework: last yr.&lt;br /&gt;time you ate out: tonight at jo jo's&lt;br /&gt;car accident you were in: 5th grade. &lt;br /&gt;time you had sex: a whillllee ago.&lt;br /&gt;break up: &amp;gt;=O &amp;gt;=O  ; x&lt;br /&gt;argument: i try to get along with everyone ; p&lt;br /&gt;road trip: hrmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes: tight thrift store shirt. yes. and jeans from mens express&lt;br /&gt;taste: mint &lt;br /&gt;noise: spitalfield- "i loved the way she said LA".&lt;br /&gt;thought: why cant i find the right girl..?&lt;br /&gt;task you need to do: sleep. so i can wake up on time for school.&lt;br /&gt;thing you're looking forward to: school!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mood: blah&lt;br /&gt;hairstyle: black and shaggy&lt;br /&gt;complexion: tan&lt;br /&gt;aggrivation: going back to school&lt;br /&gt;wish: i could find the right girl ; x</content>
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    <title>fucking school</title>
    <published>2003-09-03T13:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-03T13:45:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>acceptance- permanent</lj:music>
    <content type="html">good day yesterday..went to cherry hill mall w. orland bathi tony and dave. met up with timmy and damian. then went to guitar center. went  back to orlands, went to oc for a bit. fucking dead. tony and dave left. then me orland damian and timmy went to AC to get something to eat. called leah. met up with her courtney noel and andrea at diner. then came home. hey tonights a school night. awesome! fuck you.</content>
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    <published>2003-09-02T00:03:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-02T00:03:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the.starting.line</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just gave my mom all of the 280.00 to send out to pay that guy back =*(  nothing i can really do about it now. lesson learned i guess.  if it  avoids going to court, and everything else. its kind of worth it, although it still does piss me off. i have off the next 4 days which is cool. gives me some time to relax before school starts. need to shower, and find something to do tonight.</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-09-01T09:18:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-01T13:21:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-01T13:21:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fgjvrgw</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well. I had to borrow $30 from my dad to pay this guy back. which leaves me with. nothing right now. and it just frustrates the fuck out of me because im done work today, and i have no money to start tattoos, or go school shopping. my mom won't pay for shit because shes too busy spending money on my fucking sister. fuck you. i better get this fucking job i applied for at blockbuster.   bye</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-08-30T16:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-30T20:59:37Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-31T02:17:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>fuck you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">jesus fucking god damn christ im fucking pissed off.sragjrsgkjrwga so i just get a call from this fucking nigger "mr mckay" character. i had an incident in the middle of summer where i broke a chair on his property. he said he'll drop all charges if i re-inburse him the 280.00 for the god damn fucking chair which probably cost fucking less than 100.. which means, next pay check wont be going towards tattoos. and i dont even know if my pay and what i have now is going to be enough. i still need to get stuff for school, and my mom won't give me any money. NONE. fucking broke, and im done fucking work after sunday. then im just jobless. n. i don't know. i have to get the money to him by 9-8 &amp;gt;=O on top of that. this kids mom calls me today about the 60.00 i owe him flipping out over it. because hes an idiot and waits till last minute right before he leaves for college to get it, when he's been here all summer. and also, when you're 18, you should be able to handle your own fucking problems mike. you fucking pussy. stuck up little fucker getting his parents involved. fuck them and fuck you. go ahead, try and make it a lgeal matter you dumb fucks, theres not even any proof that you lent me the money. FUCCCCK YOUUU i dont know what to do. my drunk moms sitting here crying and screaming at me, bringing up all of the other shit that i've ever done wrong and got caught for. refuses to give me any money for this, or even school clothes. cool. im lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hours later:&lt;br /&gt;think i might go throw myself off of longport bridge in a little bit. just realizing how pathetic i am.</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-08-30T16:09:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-30T20:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-30T20:13:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bloodbrothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;hot rod tattoo- orland got inked&lt;br /&gt;hooters with orland and damian= no service&lt;br /&gt;drove around AC screaming at prostitutes&lt;br /&gt;dennys at 2:30 am. worst menu ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting half sleeve started on tuesday. need to&lt;br /&gt;find something to do tonight. awesome. k bye.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lettersxtoxyou:28924</id>
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    <title>aaha</title>
    <published>2003-08-28T15:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-28T15:39:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>hidden in plain view</lj:music>
    <content type="html">senate926: was that ur sister at ur house last night&lt;br /&gt;stewart609: yes&lt;br /&gt;senate926: mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;stewart609: u nigger&lt;br /&gt;senate926: ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;stewart609: ahah</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lettersxtoxyou:28532</id>
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    <title>yea yea</title>
    <published>2003-08-28T05:05:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-28T05:05:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jimmy eat world</lj:music>
    <content type="html">stewie dan and courtney picked me up earlier. then courtney got call from her mom. had to leave. went back to orlands. sat around for a bit. then went over to pick up leah. went to mcdonalds so dan could eat. sat in the parking lot for half hour trying to figure out what to do. went to stop and go video. rented worst movie ever. "house of 1000 corpses". went back to stewies, watched like 10 minutes of it, then put on one of the best movies ever. american history x. stopped at wawa and got dinner on the way home. off tomorrow. finally ; p</content>
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    <title>prolly like 10</title>
    <published>2003-08-27T20:27:52Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-27T22:19:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>senses fail</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i love everyone. ; p. just got in from work. easy day. off tomorrow. trying to go to hot rod tattoo to get some stuff started up. im tired though. time for sleep. bye. ;x. oh, and everyone should really read, and think about the last entry orland  (octobernights) made about everyone being down, he makes several good points....so read it.</content>
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    <title>yes</title>
    <published>2003-08-27T06:23:56Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-27T06:23:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>anatomy of a ghost- on to morning stars</lj:music>
    <content type="html">fucking sleep   ; x</content>
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    <title>lettersxtoxyou @ 2003-08-26T21:50:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-27T01:54:18Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-27T01:55:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i would just like to say..fuck you.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lettersxtoxyou:27584</id>
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    <title>could it be said any better?</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T15:34:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T15:37:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">xtarstar: why do they always fall for loser guys? &amp; fight &lt;br /&gt;with them &amp; always go back just to be hurt over and over &lt;br /&gt;xtarstar: plenty of girls are like that too&lt;br /&gt;xtarstar: i don't get it</content>
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    <title>hi</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T15:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T15:32:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>spitalfield- i loved the way she said "L.A."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">fear dot com. worst movie. ever.</content>
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    <title>...</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T05:26:17Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T05:26:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>taking back sunday- bike scene</lj:music>
    <content type="html">another sleepless night..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lettersxtoxyou:26767</id>
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    <title>thnx tara</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T03:33:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T03:33:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>senses fail- dreaming a reality</lj:music>
    <content type="html">tara. is. awesome. thnx for making new icon buddy ; p</content>
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    <title>hi</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T02:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T02:27:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>acceptance- permanent</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sitting here. alone in my room. crying. its awesome.</content>
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    <title>fuck off.</title>
    <published>2003-08-24T19:58:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-24T19:58:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boys night out- the only honest lovesong</lj:music>
    <content type="html">just got in from work. getting ready to sleep. not in the mood to do anything today or tonight besides sit in my room alone and just get even more miserable. im an emotional mess right now. lunch. bye.</content>
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