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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2006 05:54:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just in case u were wondering</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/deathcab4chrissy/album?.dir=/7e05&amp;.src=ph&quot;&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/deathcab4chrissy/album?.dir=/7e05&amp;.src=ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a link to my life so far&lt;br /&gt;thanks</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2006 01:03:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>let&apos;s bring him down!!!!</title>
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  <description>I AM STARTING A GROUP WHO IS WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS CALLED THE &quot;WHIPE K-FED&apos;S SEED FROM THIS EARTH&quot; GROUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going taking it to congress.....what are we about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are people, good caring people who actually contribute to this society that can not have children and it is sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this dancing monkey is allowed to spread his filthy, disgusting, ill-mannored, seed anywhere he pleases.  Well as american citizens we will not stand quietly and let this happen....We want congress to pass a bill that will outlaw Kfed from EVER having children EVER AGAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO&apos;S WITH ME????</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 07:19:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I loooooove it</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Mar 2006 15:11:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>....................</title>
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  <description>I feel the safest I have ever felt when i am in his arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he holds me its like time has totally stopped and we are the only two people in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i see him, all i can do is smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want him to leave at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it scares me to be this happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 19:47:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow ok</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 09:14:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;you know this is for you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;because I am so pathetic&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(it all pretains except the killing part....I wouldn&apos;t kill for you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&apos;m going to ride this plane out of your life again&lt;br&gt;i wish that i could stay, but you argue&lt;br&gt;more than this, i wish you could have seen my face&lt;br&gt;in backseats staring out of the window&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&apos;ll do anything for you&lt;br&gt;kill anyone for you&lt;br&gt;so leave yourself intact,&lt;br&gt;because i will be coming back&lt;br&gt;in the phrase to cut these lips:&lt;br&gt;i love you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the morning will come in the press of every kiss&lt;br&gt;with your head upon my chest&lt;br&gt;where i will annoy you with every waking breath&lt;br&gt;until you decide to wake up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&apos;ve earned through hope and faith&lt;br&gt;all the curves around your face&lt;br&gt;that i&apos;m the one you&apos;ll hold forever&lt;br&gt;if morning never comes,&lt;br&gt;for evil i&apos;ll evolve&lt;br&gt;and this i pray to you, wherever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i&apos;ll do anything for you&lt;br&gt;this story is for you&lt;br&gt;because i&apos;ll do anything for you&lt;br&gt;anything you want me to for you,&lt;br&gt;kill anyone for you&lt;br&gt;so leave yourself intact,&lt;br&gt;because i won&apos;t be coming back&lt;br&gt;in a phrase to cut these lips,&lt;br&gt;i loved you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the morning will come in the press of every kiss&lt;br&gt;with your head upon my chest&lt;br&gt;where i will annoy you with every waking breath,&lt;br&gt;until you decide to wake up&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the morning will come in the press of every kiss&lt;br&gt;with your head upon my chest&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where i will annoy you with every waking breath&lt;br&gt;until you decide to wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 11:20:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>haha wow coheed message board</title>
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  <description>so i went on the board a minute ago for old times sake...I was looking at the picture post and I just had to laugh....I remember when I was a board hottie and a total picture whore....&lt;br /&gt;I remember Hollie posting one million pictures a day&lt;br /&gt;I remember ryry&lt;br /&gt;I remember Myke&lt;br /&gt;I remember kellie&lt;br /&gt;I remember Jlyn&lt;br /&gt;i remember when Jlyn&apos;s other names&lt;br /&gt;haha colin&apos;s random thread is still there&lt;br /&gt;but do any of them remember colin?&lt;br /&gt;or colin and hollie&apos;s comic?&lt;br /&gt;or the cleavage thread&lt;br /&gt;oh boy&lt;br /&gt;nostolgia</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 23:14:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>whats new in my life....no really this time</title>
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  <description>I am so glad i never have to go back to high school&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;I keep having nightmares that i am back in highschool&lt;br /&gt;and the little bitches like Megan Donovan and Arielle And Jenna Lynn are there&lt;br /&gt;and causing bullshit as usual and acting like the stuck up plastics that they were&lt;br /&gt;then i wake up&lt;br /&gt;and i am glad that i never have to deal with those people ever again.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;what has been going on with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;I did a photoshoot last night for this project i wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;i have been writing a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t know&lt;br /&gt;definatly not the same person that left jersey....&lt;br /&gt;everything changes&lt;br /&gt;but somethings stay the same&lt;br /&gt;my friends may change&lt;br /&gt;but the real ones will always be there&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m stuck with them for life.</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;mornings eleven&quot; the magic numbers</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2005 02:57:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m bad news</title>
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  <description>I feel like i am going to vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2005 02:56:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;This song is the story of my life&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good to be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By: Frou Frou&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don&apos;t know where to start - &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;say i&apos;m tired or throw a party&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;these cucumber eyes are lying the more that i smile about it&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; all of my clothes feel like somebody&apos;s old throwaways&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; i don¹t like it &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;it&apos;s good to be in love&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; it really does suit you&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; just like everything&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m happy you¹re in love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt; cause every colour goes where you do&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; i&apos;m adoring you it¹s all good &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;you&apos;re so beautiful i¹m black &amp;amp; blue all over&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; you&apos;re breaking my flow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;how could you know what i&apos;m saying about it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;[when all of my clothes feel like somebody&apos;s old throwaways]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i don&apos;t like it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;it&apos;s good to be in love &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i feel so powerless&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;i&apos;ve got to stop it somehow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh come on what can i do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;[why&apos;s it happening]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;how&apos;s it happening without me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;how&apos;s it happening that he feels it without me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;it&apos;s good to be in love&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 11:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I can&apos;t describe</title>
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  <description>I have been in the weirdest mood lately&lt;br /&gt;and I can&apos;t decide if it is good&lt;br /&gt;or bad</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 00:20:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>he is basically my best friend</title>
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  <description>obsidian descent: when i&apos;m all older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: i&apos;m going to come to your house&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: and your child will answer the door. and i will ask &quot;can chrissy come out and play&quot;&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: they will look in confusion and go to you and say. there&apos;s a man at the door.&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: he wasn&apos;t to know if you can play&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: i will hear your footsteps in the distance and the faint scream of my name. &lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: i will turn just intime to catch you and you jump to me and you will not fall&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: and this is how we will great each other&lt;br /&gt;obsidian descent: we will never be to old for our games</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 22:38:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m listening to Merry Xmas(war is over)</title>
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  <description>and I don&apos;t care that its mid october&lt;br /&gt;after holloween Alice might be playing Xmas music right up until christmas...&lt;br /&gt;how i miss home&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out and shoot the last rolls of my film&lt;br /&gt;but i am being so lazy&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t feel like going to the darkroom&lt;br /&gt;but i have to&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of photo paper&lt;br /&gt;so i had to order more online&lt;br /&gt;but it wont be here till thursday&lt;br /&gt;so I can&apos;t print till at least friday&lt;br /&gt;which pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;i also ordered sweaters off of wetseal.com&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn&apos;t have&lt;br /&gt;because i have no money&lt;br /&gt;but I did&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more to say</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2005 21:36:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>why do i have &quot;sheets of egyption cotton&quot; stuck in my head?</title>
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  <description>It&apos;s not even a real song&lt;br /&gt;but whatever&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sick&lt;br /&gt;it sucks&lt;br /&gt;my nose is running&lt;br /&gt;when it&apos;s not stuffed with boogers&lt;br /&gt;I am in berkley right now&lt;br /&gt;I definatly think Cal State Berkley is the place for me to go&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at Jamrock&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;I met another guy&lt;br /&gt;I said i was done with meeting guys&lt;br /&gt;I said i was done&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on all of them&lt;br /&gt;and then more come out of the woodwork and prove themselves to be trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;and i can&apos;t trust them&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because thats just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt even kiss&lt;br /&gt;so I did good&lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah nah nah nah nah naah&lt;br /&gt;sheets of egyption cooooootton&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i went to Urban today&lt;br /&gt;with the sole purporse of buying a pair of sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;because as the fog fades away it is unbearably sunny in SF and the east Bay&lt;br /&gt;but i digress&lt;br /&gt;as I digressed from buying ONLY a pair of 20 dollar sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;and somehow walked out with two shirt a new hat and a pair of sunglass for 73 bucks&lt;br /&gt;the sad part&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know how i am going to get home&lt;br /&gt;because i have no money left on my BART card&lt;br /&gt;and I have no money left on my bank card&lt;br /&gt;FUUUUUCK&lt;br /&gt;hitchhike anyone?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 23:38:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>dear andy,</title>
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  <description>come visit&lt;br /&gt;seriosuly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss your smelly butt</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2005 05:53:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>asdfkjaslkd</title>
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  <description>For the record...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is NOT ok for some random piece of shit uneducated fuckwit poor excuse of a man to touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know i can walk down the street to meet my family for a birthday dinner without being touched by someone i don&apos;t even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have my thigh grabbed by someone who i have never seen in my entire life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU IT WAS OK???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK RAISED YOU TO JUST TOUCH A WOMAN YOU DON&apos;T EVEN KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST TOUCH MY BODY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MY GOD DAMN BODY DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?????  MY BODY AND YOU DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES HAVE THE RIGHT TO TOUCH IT WITHOUT MY SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick and tired of being hooted at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of being honked at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of the &quot;hey babies&quot; and the &quot;yo you got a phone number?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago some guy almost ran over a pedestrian just to backup his shit kicker truck and gawk at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today a truck full of guys acutally stopped to stare at me as i walked into my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!??!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES THIS WORK FOR YOU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU GET WOMEN THIS WAY?  BY ACTING LIKE SHITHEADS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god who RAISED THESE MORONS?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so disgusted in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so violated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly scared to walk down the street by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is happening in daylight!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to by pepper spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sojfaiojsfdaoisdfja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn&apos;t have to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one has the right to take away my security!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2005 19:07:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i guess i should update this for real</title>
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  <description>so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;whats been going on with me?  I mean really going on?&lt;br /&gt;Not much.  Finishing up some homework....doing papers.&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are coming up&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had more to say&lt;br /&gt;but i don&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;oh well</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 18:31:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>haha</title>
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  <description>some people are really just kind of......oh whats the term&lt;br /&gt;pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have dog hair all over mea&lt;br /&gt;and my room smells like boy&lt;br /&gt;but in a good way</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 22:24:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>things are going great and they are only getting better</title>
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  <description>LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA&lt;br /&gt;I love college I love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love collegeI love college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;the suffering&quot; coheed and cambria</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">&quot;the suffering&quot; coheed and cambria</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2005 01:46:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My CoCo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By: Stellastar*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cool my brains and soothe my head&lt;br&gt;Stimulate me, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;Sneak into my empty bed&lt;br&gt;And educate me, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the summer, in the spring&lt;br&gt;In public places, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;On an island far away&lt;br&gt;Lemonade with my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when I was down and failing life&lt;br&gt;You came to save me, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;And when they said I&apos;m telling lies&lt;br&gt;You believed me, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And through the noise I heard a song&lt;br&gt;You were singing, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;And when you said that nothing&apos;s wrong&lt;br&gt;I believed you, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;But you were gone when I came through&lt;br&gt;And I remember you first&lt;br&gt;Well someday I&apos;ll dance with you &lt;br&gt;When I&apos;m dreaming, my co-co-co&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I sat alone and I didn&apos;t care&lt;br&gt;I sat two years in the same old chair&lt;br&gt;I saw three roads and I didn&apos;t know&lt;br&gt;Which way to go-go-go-go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need some help from a little love&lt;br&gt;I need some help from a little above&lt;br&gt;And you were there, I&apos;m still in love&lt;br&gt;I won&apos;t forget you Coco&lt;br&gt;I won&apos;t forget you Coco&lt;br&gt;I won&apos;t forget you no, no&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because you&apos;re my Coco&lt;br&gt;My Coco, my Coco&lt;br&gt;You&apos;re my Coco, yeah, my Coco &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 14:31:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wow</title>
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  <description>last night was truly top notch&lt;br /&gt;alex and I went to popscene&lt;br /&gt;where we saw stellastar* live&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt sure if they were going to be live or if it was a djed set&lt;br /&gt;but they were live&lt;br /&gt;and i was so happy&lt;br /&gt;they played jenny&lt;br /&gt;i got wasted&lt;br /&gt;and then i danced &lt;br /&gt;a lot&lt;br /&gt;me feet hurt&lt;br /&gt;i got home at two but couldnt fall alseep for another hour because my ears were ringing&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was weird&lt;br /&gt;alex and I are seeing coheed&lt;br /&gt;and death cab&lt;br /&gt;alex rocks&lt;br /&gt;i have a class in a half hour&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to bed&lt;br /&gt;being hung over for psych is not the way to go</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 21:40:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So you want a medal for the things you&apos;ve done&lt;br&gt;Well, prizes don&apos;t come around as easy as you want &apos;em&lt;br&gt;Now, you want a mountain with your face engraved&lt;br&gt;so everybody in the world can see the&apos; face of nothing&apos; change&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hip hip hooray you&apos;re a saving grace&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you and your poker face&lt;br&gt;Hip hip hooray you&apos;re a saving grace&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You want a monument arrected in your name and&lt;br&gt;odds are we will would tear it down &lt;br&gt;when you leave as quickly as you came&lt;br&gt;You want a place in the history books but&lt;br&gt;no one has changed history with double talk and dirty looks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hip hip hooray you&apos;re a saving grace&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you and your poker face&lt;br&gt;Hip hip hooray you&apos;re a saving grace&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You heighten yourself to lower the blame&lt;br&gt;you more to yourself to heighten the fame&lt;br&gt;and you lower yourself to draw the confession&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You want a medal for the things you&apos;ve done&lt;br&gt;but if you really did a damn thing&lt;br&gt;we would&apos;ve gave you one&lt;br&gt;You want a mountain with your face engraved&lt;br&gt;so everyone will know the face&lt;br&gt;when approached by the runaway&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hip hip hooray you&apos;re a saving grace&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you and your poker face&lt;br&gt;Hip hip hooray you&apos;re a saving grace&lt;br&gt;Here&apos;s to you&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 18:45:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>and things couldn&apos;t be better</title>
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  <description>why you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;High B on my Psych Midterm is why!&lt;br /&gt;3 points away from an A&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shinning again&lt;br /&gt;I feel wonderful&lt;br /&gt;life couldn&apos;t be better&lt;br /&gt;i am going to take my books and go lay around campus&lt;br /&gt;maybe write something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note&lt;br /&gt;i have realized this whole &quot;poor me poor me&quot; self pity bullshit lonely lil insecure jersey girl thing i have been doing since i got here is complete bullshit&lt;br /&gt;of all the people in the world to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;it certainly is not me&lt;br /&gt;So i don&apos;t have an exclusive someone or a BF or whatever&lt;br /&gt;I have better&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of friend back home who i wouldn&apos;t trade for the world&lt;br /&gt;I have a mother who loves me more than anything&lt;br /&gt;i have a father who would do anything for his baby girl&lt;br /&gt;I have a brother who, despite his ignorant short comings really isn&apos;t half bad&lt;br /&gt;I have a bubser for a BFF(you are missing out on the world if you don&apos;t have her)&lt;br /&gt;I have an andrew codner.....the Black Edition&lt;br /&gt;I have a chewy Jew (great for the mind body and soul)&lt;br /&gt;I have a CHUNX(who takes care of me and puts veggie tale bandaides on when my heart hurts)&lt;br /&gt;I have two little boys in Mt. Laurel who ask my mom if I am home yet and when I will be home&lt;br /&gt;Basically.....i sat down and evaluated all of this&lt;br /&gt;and it came up as such&lt;br /&gt;friends like mine, are way better then any boyfriend or exclusive fuck buddy i could ever have at a time like this&lt;br /&gt;because my friends and family are true&lt;br /&gt;they love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;for what i do&lt;br /&gt;no matter what&lt;br /&gt;no matter when&lt;br /&gt;They are always there to answer my calls&lt;br /&gt;they drop whatever they are doing to listen to my problems(especially joe who has been known to wake up at 2 in the AM to listen to me bitch and moan)&lt;br /&gt;They would kill for me&lt;br /&gt;I would kill for them&lt;br /&gt;They are my backbone&lt;br /&gt;my support&lt;br /&gt;and i know i say this all the time&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i don&apos;t feel like all the time is enough&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes it isn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;and it took me moving half way across the country &lt;br /&gt;to realize how much they all mean to me&lt;br /&gt;and no man or women(dude at this point from where i am....you just never know) who comes into my life will ever be able to top what they do for me....he would have some high standards to beat....&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer feel lonely &lt;br /&gt;or cry because i think i am lonely&lt;br /&gt;everytime i start that bullshit i just pop in my DVD that joe made for me&lt;br /&gt;and realize i am everything BUT lonely.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 23:16:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>they call me mellow yellow(quite righTly)</title>
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  <description>Actually no they don&apos;t.....but it&apos;s fun to pretend they do.  The past couple of days have been wonderful.  Why you may ask?  Ok well where do i begin(my dear appollo????)well i found out my medical problems are stress related which is fantastic!  I&apos;m not dying!  The sun was out yesterday and when its sunny is San Fran its a good thing...nick and I hung out yesterday which was fun.  Nick is a cool kid and it was good to see him while he was here.  Found out yesterday I lost four pounds!!!  WHOOOT!!  I had a weigbht loss goal of about 6 pounds for the end of this week and it looks like i am going to meet it.  Just start running up the san fran hills and the weight just falls off kids!  I&apos;m telling you.  hmm what else what else?  Oh i hacked my finer yesterday while nick was here....it sucked.  I was making salads for the both of us....and i was making mine and the knife slipped and went right it.....it actually looks kinda gross...kinda really gross.  I wont lie...it hurt a little.  Nick played doctor(terribly i must say) and bandaged me up.  Met a cute guy at the photolab the other day....Mikee...super cute and very nice.  I owe him a lollipop.  I got my photo project done early so i can trun it in early for extra credit.....Alex and I are going to see Coheed together.  I guess thats it.  Ohh everything is coming up roses...and if im not mistaken this weekend should be fucking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;thanks</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 06:52:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>um</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t mean to be gross but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just shat blood tonight i think.&lt;br /&gt;i am concerned?&lt;br /&gt;coinsiding with the sharp pain in my left side&lt;br /&gt;and the throwing up for no reason on thursday&lt;br /&gt;and the constant lethargicness.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck???????&lt;br /&gt;sfjasdlja&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to go home</description>
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