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  <title>well don't i look pretty walkin down the street,</title>
  <subtitle>surfer rosa.</subtitle>
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    <name>surfer rosa.</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-03T01:12:21Z</updated>
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    <title>i'm an addict for dramatics,</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T01:12:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T01:12:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't even know why I made this damn thing. It never occurs to me to write in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want new furniture. Everything I have is sad looking. Probably because it was really cheap... and the world is not full of cheap sofas and dining room tables like I wish it was.&lt;br /&gt;But my entire house is sad looking too, so I guess it fits. This is the first time I've had a matching theme in my house from the outside in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss apologized today for treating me like crap last week. That was kinda cool. She said she was having a bad week and she didn't even realize until the weekend that she took it out on me. I wanted to say, yeah, you owe me dinner and sex for compensation. But&amp;nbsp;I don't think she swings that way.. ha. It woulda been funny though. Or I woulda gotten fired for sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;You remind me that I have nothing important or even remotely interesting to say.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrs_downtown:979</id>
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    <title>this is the first and last time, he says,</title>
    <published>2008-05-21T03:59:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-21T03:59:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the cure. lovesong.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole my lj icon from&amp;nbsp;some random chick&amp;nbsp;in an icon community that you don't have to give credit to the people who make the icons.&lt;br /&gt;Which is a relief, because I don't ever pay attention to whose they are anyway. But I stole this one because whoever the picture&amp;nbsp;is of looks like they would be pretty hot, if she had a face. But she's hot enough without one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to be a Misfits fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is a cunt.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;busted my ass to help&amp;nbsp;keep the work flowing when she was out sick yesterday because&amp;nbsp;I have heard her talking to&amp;nbsp;a friend of hers at work about how miserable she is with&amp;nbsp;her life and her job and everything lately. So I wanted to do something nice and let her come back to&amp;nbsp;work without having quite as much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't appreciate it at all. I felt like&amp;nbsp;shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I&amp;nbsp;got mad at myself because I still&amp;nbsp;want to bang her. Haha, I'm so&amp;nbsp;gay sometimes wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I at least have a hot boss who's&amp;nbsp;nice like Richard has? His boss Shelly is hot too and she's the nicest human being I've ever met. She always tells him thank you when he&amp;nbsp;does&amp;nbsp;extra work for her.&lt;br /&gt;And his boss is way less controversial in the work place for him to have a crush on, because they are&amp;nbsp;opposite sexes. The people at my work would freak out if they knew&amp;nbsp;a girl had a thing for another girl in their space. They're closedminded. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, life is boring right now. Everyone is out of town, which I don't understand because they all have jobs and&amp;nbsp;aren't even getting paid for the days they're missing because they've used all their vacation days.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&amp;nbsp;they're all rich people who only work because they're bored...&amp;nbsp;fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like&amp;nbsp;half of my friends&amp;nbsp;anymore anyway. I think I'll get new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can steal money from the friends I have to go buy new friends. Wouldn't that be ironic..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrs_downtown:563</id>
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    <title>I'm too cool for subjects.</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T06:19:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T06:25:27Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>3 libras. a perfect circle.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i'm only making this lj because i accidentally deleted my old one and don't remember the password. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm only writing this entry so the stupid "customize your journal" shit gets off my page. &lt;br /&gt;i actually don't have anything to say at the moment, except that i think i've decided that i don't care about finding my old lj friends. &lt;br /&gt;i'm starting new. &lt;br /&gt;clean slate. &lt;br /&gt;sigh. my favorite kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the ones i knew in real life i don't know anymore anyway.</content>
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