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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2004 17:55:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Summer is comming to an end, and i&apos;m not entirely sad about it. -As insane as that is. At the end of the school year, i jump into these hot months thinking i&apos;m going to be out EVERYDAY doing stuff. -And it starts that way. But everyday turns into 4 days, to 3 days, to 2 days. Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralphs in jail for 60 days. The story behind what happened is still unclear. That boy.. that boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new comp. niggahs. Movin on up, yup.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2004 00:30:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Fuck man, i haven&apos;t updated in what seems forever. Uhm, dave came to visit me and is leaving today. He&apos;s been here for the last 2 weeks, and what a busy two weeks it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(day he arived): went to see some movie with ed, jenn, troy, brittany, and ryan&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: stayed home to drink beer&lt;br /&gt;Monday: hung out with francis and pete and smoked&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: went to frans house and got drunk&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: went downtown and got 10 bucks stolen&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Went to Vals house and smoked pot with jojo and james&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Got in trouble, so stayed home and drank&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Hung out with Erin and Nick&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Went to Chinatown show in Tacoma&lt;br /&gt;Monday: hung out with erin&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: dont know.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: hung out with Dawn, Elisha, and Claire.&lt;br /&gt;thursday: went drinkin with troy, brittany, nick, and ralph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; a lot of shit went down then. got in a fight with ralph.. swingin and shit. Dave got his ass kicked by troy.. and nick stood there. haha, shit.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: we&apos;re yet to see.  drunkeness, so far.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2004 00:21:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Man oh man, been in Missouri for the last 2-fucking-weeks. It&apos;s been fun, but i&apos;m definitly ready to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t wait to see my girl Erin again, i miss her to DEATH. And i can&apos;t wait to be completely uninhibited. That&apos;s the worst part about being in other peoples homes all the time.. always worrying about being polite and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, uh, hopefully on tuesday i&apos;ll be getting a visit from a certain fellah.. and we&apos;ll have a junnnnnkload of fun. Camping again, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill than, i&apos;m going to stick to drinking scotch and gin with my grandfolks and laughing at jokes that aren&apos;t funny.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 02:38:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Last night i had a dream that my dad was scooping up goldfish from one bowl and placing them in another. For some reason i too picked one up, and out of curiosity it scrapped its gills and all the skin around its face, leaving it with only white flesh around its eyes and mouth. When i stepped back to look at it, i was filled with grief, and when i turned around to put it back in its bowl they were all gone! The fish then began to breath heavy, sucking for air. I ran, and when i got through the front door of the house i realized there was a large fishtank blocking the door of my living room. Id never seen it before. I threw the fish in, and it swam in circles multiple times, showing it graditute. Just then, a large rock looking &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; went flying through the large tank pinning my dear goldfish against the wall of the tank. The goldfish squirmed. Its eyes began to bulge. I scrame for help. The large rock looking object released, and when i reached in the get the half dead fish from the water it went back for a second ram. I scrame again, as the deseased fish floated to the top. When help arived i was informed this interesting object was a &quot;pounding fish&quot; and i had mindlessly placed the goldfish in this tank, with the smell of raw flesh i had created from my scraping. I woke up, in a sweat. Guilt overcame me. -And i couldn&apos;t THINK about sleep for another hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. fucking. weird.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2004 02:28:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I. AM. DRUNK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as i hate drunken posts, i&apos;;m goinf to make one. I;ll try my absulute hardest to correct my typos. K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, my pops is workin on the well today so he bought some 40s so that he coulkd, i dont know, keep himself entertained. In the mean time he bought he a 40z of malt liquor and some tall boys of busch (BASTEY ASS BEeE) and we bvhad a party. PARTY IN THE PUMP HOUSE! WGAR WHAT!!#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANywaya, i talked to my aunt on the phone just a second ago, drunk as fuck. I agreed to go visit there this summer for a while *shrugs&amp; .. watch me regret it. They sionr call it missory for no reason! Anyway, latwet loversz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apedawha</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2004 02:45:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>stolen form imapretender.</title>
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  <description>What Would You do if..?&lt;br /&gt;I cried: &lt;br /&gt;I asked you to help: &lt;br /&gt;I died from natural causes: &lt;br /&gt;I said I liked you: &lt;br /&gt;I kissed you:&lt;br /&gt;I stole something: &lt;br /&gt;I was hospitalized: &lt;br /&gt;I ran away from home: &lt;br /&gt;I got in a fight and you were there: &lt;br /&gt;I got dumped: &lt;br /&gt;I pissed you off: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think Of My..?&lt;br /&gt;Personality: &lt;br /&gt;Eyes: &lt;br /&gt;Face: &lt;br /&gt;Hair: &lt;br /&gt;Clothes: &lt;br /&gt;Voice: &lt;br /&gt;Humor: &lt;br /&gt;Choice of music: &lt;br /&gt;Mannerisms: &lt;br /&gt;Family: &lt;br /&gt;Body: &lt;br /&gt;Friends: &lt;br /&gt;Decisions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would You..?&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the truth no matter what: &lt;br /&gt;Lie to make me feel better: &lt;br /&gt;Spread rumors about me: &lt;br /&gt;Keep a secret if I told you one: &lt;br /&gt;Loan me some cash: &lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand: &lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch:&lt;br /&gt;Try and solve my problems: &lt;br /&gt;Love me:&lt;br /&gt;Have Sex with me: &lt;br /&gt;Ditch me: &lt;br /&gt;Use me:</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2004 01:30:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Drivers ed sucks. I started monday afternoon, and more and more its becoming apparent that in order to drive in the next year, or just in order to complete this shit in the next 5 weeks.. my monday, tuesday, and wednesday nights will have to litterally gone to hell. But i guess i could look on the brighter side, and realize that it&apos;ll only be for 5 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, ralphs out of town for the next week because his &quot;cool aunt&quot; passed away. I wish i would have gotten a chance to speak with him before he shipped out, but thats how it goes. He&apos;s always on the move, and it&apos;s hard to keep up. Maybe one of these days he&apos;ll slow down enough for us to just walk confortably. Untill then, i guess i&apos;ll have to take track! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Dave and i are finally starting to &lt;i&gt;talk&lt;/i&gt; again. For real, talk. Not &quot;you&apos;re an asshole&quot;, &quot;you&apos;re a bitch&quot; conversations. He&apos;s a good guy, and i forget what i could have ever hated about him. &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2004 03:58:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Alright. I never thought i&apos;d say this, but i&apos;m cutting back my friends list. Not a whole lot or anything, but i&apos;m tired of scrolling past certain people to get to peoples journals i actually read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re gone because:&lt;br /&gt;-You dont update enough for me to follow whats goin on&lt;br /&gt;-You dont talk about anything interesting&lt;br /&gt;-You dont read my journal (or i assume)&lt;br /&gt;-or you suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Apedawg&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2003 06:16:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Friends Only</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://volcano.photobucket.com/albums/v11/Aperelle/friendsonly.jpg&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIENDS ONLY.&lt;/b&gt; Comment to be added. &lt;/center&gt;</description>
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