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  <title>i might paint something i might wanna hang here someday</title>
  <subtitle>i might write something i might want to say to you someday</subtitle>
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    <name>ashley</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-01T18:35:38Z</updated>
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    <title>we're still here</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T18:35:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sex sells and (unfortunately) i'm buying.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">last night i went to the post office with my two favorite sisters (jackee + christine!) and kara. we drank fish bowls and got low and had a very good time, though i've never seen so many broz and dumb bitches in one central location before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a realization... which is why i'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;(i always update when i have them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wasting my time on someone that is completely different from me. i used to think we had so much in common and the more i think about it the more i realize that i've been making these dumb connections in my head that were never really there in the first place. i'm a weird person, and he tries way too hard to be just like everyone else and thats the one general trait that i don't like about people. i'm also not even sure that i can talk to this person anymore. he's got nothing to say. maybe this will all change, maybe i'm just starting to come to terms with the kind of person that i am and the kind of people that will make me happy. i think the one thing that i know for sure is that i don't know nothin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice op ivy quote, eh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm happier now that i've started thinking about the friends in my life and i'm super happy because i'm cuttin' some people out that shouldn't have been there in the first place. LATA.</content>
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