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  <updated>2007-04-27T00:10:56Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:9168</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2007-04-26T16:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-27T00:08:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T00:10:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>placebo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Times a tickin, and i can't seem to keep a grasp on anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life consists of:&lt;br /&gt;-being at school 4 hours a day 5 days a week&lt;br /&gt;-working 25+ hours a week&lt;br /&gt;-hanging out with ryan friday-monday&lt;br /&gt;-seeeing my family whenever we are home at the same time&lt;br /&gt;-trying to see patricia whenever i possibly can&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping whenever i'm not doing anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being so busy, but i hate being so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A CHANGE OF PACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really, REALLY need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, my angel of a boyfriend sent me a beautiful display of pink roses today =]&lt;br /&gt;And i'm obsessed with the camera he bought me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:8932</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2007-03-18T21:15:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T04:25:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T04:25:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can you believe it's already almost summer?&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, where does time go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally started to miss my old friends, but then someone fucked it up for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;You can say whatever you'd like about me, it wont really bug. But i wont allow someone to do any shady shit to my boyfriend, that you most definitely don't know like that. Shorrry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will never change, but i wont waste my time feeling sorry for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i do miss geoffy the shark, big ryan, greg, grant, beritt, and miss shelly (yes you michelle ;]).</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:8660</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2007-03-14T18:29:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T01:52:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T01:52:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>atmosphere</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The past 4 months have been absolutely amazing. Honestly, i'm so proud of myself for how much i have grown up and matured. Ryan has helped me grow so much. He supports every decision i make and adores my family. My mom is obsessed with him, and it makes me so incredibly happy. I've realized what matters, and have completely changed my priorities. My biggest accomplishment is being able to let things go. The past is the past, and to be quite honest i don't give a shit about any of it anymore. You can't always control how things end up, so you just need to deal with it. People aren't always going to like you, they aren't always going to agree with you, they aren't always going to be on your side, and they wont always understand, but that's just life. I'd rather stay optimistic and positive, than be miserable and bitter. Although misery loves company, nobody wants to be around a grump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;And when I let them carry me to a cemetary&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity"&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:8401</id>
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    <title>Love Life</title>
    <published>2007-02-01T05:40:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-01T05:40:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>In Flames</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it's already second semester. Before i know it, i will be handed my diploma, moving out, and sitting in my very first college class. I feel like the days are going by like months and i have no concept of time anymore. Recently my days all seem to run together and i never have a chance to just sit back and breathe. But i kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister's already 10 months old. I dont want her to grow up and be exposed to all the bullshit in the world. I want her to stay young and innocent forever. It almost seems to unfair to know what awaits her and not be able to do anything to protect her from it. But that's just life? My big sister is moving to San Fransico in August to get her Masters at San Fransico state. I don't want to think about it. I'm only excited that i will have a place to stay whenever i want to go up there. I'm just not looking forward to the fact that she wont be a an hour and a half away anymore and i will only see her on holiday's or whenever i can get up there to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have never imagined in a million years that i would have ever found such an amazing person to call my boyfriend. He is everything to me. Not only is he my boyfriend, but he is the best friend i have ever had. I've never been treated so well by anyone. He scratches my back till i fall asleep. Supports every decision i make. Tells me i'm beautiful even though i just woke up with bed head and no makeup. Holds my hand every where we go. Paints my toenails because i'm too lazy to get a pedicure. He actually LIKES my friends. We can talk to eachother about anything. He doesn't listen to ridiculous rumors. And he truely loves me for who i am. I absolutely adore his family. I love every thing about him, and wake up every morning hoping it's not a dream. I can't wait to move closer to him and watch our relationship grow. Sounds cheesey, but it's true =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:8167</id>
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    <title>Happy jappy</title>
    <published>2007-01-16T06:17:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-16T06:17:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Felt</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I never post, or talk to anyone on here.. but i'm bored =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely satisified with my life right now. My family is amazing. My sisters almost 10 months, and shes the most beautiful thing i've ever seen. I'm doing amazing in school. I absolutely love my job, my boys and ape are the best. I've met so many rad people from clothing companies, and it's really weird getting handed free stuff. I stopped hanging out with a bunch of douche bags, and i find it much more fulfilling to have 2 amazing best friends, then a bunch of shitty ones. I met the most amazing guy ever. He is everything i could ask for in a boyfriend and i love him to death. He treats me like a princess, and it's the best feeling ever. I stopped caring about other people's bullshit. It took a while, but now it's a lot easier for me to ignore shit talking. Being fake isn't a good quality to have, but karma's a bitch and shitty people will get what's coming to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, and i have a feeling it's going to stay this way for a while =]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:7713</id>
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    <title>Ehhh</title>
    <published>2006-12-11T01:50:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-11T01:50:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sage Francis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Despite the fact that my stepmoms a total bitch, and completely tried to sabotage my birthday....&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty decent birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel any different to be 18. But we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm pretty sure i have a boyfriend now...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:7661</id>
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    <title>Wow</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T22:43:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T22:43:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New found glory</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I didn't think it was possible to be this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 18 next sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:7269</id>
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    <title>Take it</title>
    <published>2006-07-03T23:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-03T23:40:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's a little advice for anyone questioning a friendship or relationship or just in a shitty situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your gut instinct.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:6870</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-06-05T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-06T02:37:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-06T02:37:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">NikkiLS03: you deserve someone whos gonna win you.. not make you fight for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:6644</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-05-11T18:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T01:46:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T01:46:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been so long since i've dated someone that i forgot how complicated it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're so happy and things are going so well, why do i constantly find myself feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ex girlfriends and the fact that they feel the need to constantly get ahold of them and keep persuing them after it's been done with. Just let that shit die. Move on. Stop ruining new oppertunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, PLEASE, just let this work out.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:6169</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-04-26T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T03:29:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-27T03:29:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forgot how good it feels to like someone this much and the feeling be completely and totally mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me very happy :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:6117</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-03-11T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T03:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T03:01:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dredg</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm a complete and total hermit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely talk to anyone on this anymore.</content>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-01-31T15:22:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T23:25:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T23:25:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She's gunna listen to her heart,&lt;br /&gt;It's gunna tell her what to do.&lt;br /&gt;She might need a lot of love,&lt;br /&gt;But she don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can name who sings that, i will give you my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics are the only way i know how to express myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dissapointed with everything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:4948</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-01-28T15:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-28T23:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-28T23:26:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">from the start of the day&lt;br /&gt;to the end of the race&lt;br /&gt;we thought we had this all figured out&lt;br /&gt;without a moment to waste&lt;br /&gt;but we choke, we choke on our words&lt;br /&gt;we waste all of our days&lt;br /&gt;throw off another year&lt;br /&gt;living our lives is our greatest fear</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:4683</id>
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    <title>The truth is..</title>
    <published>2006-01-18T18:21:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-18T18:21:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've never had a valentine.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:4226</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-01-09T11:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T19:05:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T19:05:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know it's wrong, but it feels so perfect to be back in his arms again.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:3866</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2006-01-06T13:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T21:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T21:12:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just another coward out to sell your soul &lt;br /&gt;but it just goes to show that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world is forever.&lt;br /&gt;And people are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no such thing as love.&lt;br /&gt;It left me choking like a candle in the cold hard rain.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:3711</id>
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    <title>Basically</title>
    <published>2005-12-31T08:54:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-31T08:54:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We watched meet the barkers all night and cuddled, while his mom sang taking back sunday in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think it gets much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2005-12-30T13:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-30T21:28:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-30T21:28:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/bestiesss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/ec9267ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/77760d64.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/menlys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/1d571300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/0702bfa8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/72cfb363.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/0537cba6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/d9ce331f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jakes leg after alysa hit him with that crazy ass stick!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was one of the best days everrrr.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:3109</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2005-12-26T08:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-26T17:02:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-26T17:02:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pinaback!!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This was probably the best christmas ever.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not supposed to be about the gifts,&lt;br /&gt;But it was the best feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;seeing everyone so happy getting everything&lt;br /&gt;they asked for. There wasn't one thing any of&lt;br /&gt;us didn't get. I love my parents so much, &lt;br /&gt;they work so hard to see my sister and i happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My verizon sidekick is pretty dope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my step moms $4000 diamond bracelet makes both my eyes and head hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had an amazing day, celebrating whatever it is you celebrate.</content>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2005-12-23T23:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-24T07:25:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-24T07:25:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night was pretty fun for the most part, but the fact that he walked up to me with his new girlfriend boggles my mind. You can't get much lower than that. &lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy catching people talking about me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; shitty..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor, and at least &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to have a spine.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:2586</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2005-12-21T09:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-21T17:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-21T17:51:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;With a heart made of steel,&lt;br /&gt;I smash through everything.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:2411</id>
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    <title>You don't care a bit..</title>
    <published>2005-12-17T02:56:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-17T03:00:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Imogen Heap</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v257/forsaken_love/970f1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

Every flaw, detail, quality, and unique part of my body, mind, and soul makes me who i am.
&lt;p&gt;
I wouldn't change any part about it for anything in the world.
&lt;p&gt;
I'm tired of trying to fit this perfect mold society has created.
&lt;p&gt;
I am who I am.
&lt;p&gt;
Whether you wish to accept it or not, is entirely up to you.
&lt;p&gt;
But rest assured, i wont&amp;nbsp;lose any&amp;nbsp;sleep&amp;nbsp;over your&amp;nbsp;decision.</content>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2005-12-14T10:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-14T18:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-14T18:04:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Having a 101 degree fever for 3 days shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sike.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:0ut_0f_step:1869</id>
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    <title>0ut_0f_step @ 2005-12-09T11:22:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-09T19:21:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-09T19:21:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so frustrated with life, friends, family, shcool, and the male race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord, i need a break.</content>
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