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    <title>seperatemysoul @ 2007-11-08T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T12:17:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;i just deleted my entire journal, again. i'm so bad for it. whatevz.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing more amazing than working out who your true friends are. it's probably one of the most painful processes there is, but you always come out on top.&lt;br /&gt;marion tonight w/ audrey. we're basically, the greatest. audrey. ifly. &lt;br /&gt;this could all be the start of something horrible, the ending of something amazing, or the first week of the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;went into my old work today. nothing's changed, except for everything. yet still, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;tried to find a jumping castle, didn't have 100$ to spare for a huge blow up shrek.&lt;br /&gt;it's really awkward having people be like, "cat! hey!" and i'm like "..yes?". eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'okayyy! but i'm not letting you in if it's like, 3:16. so drive fast, yeah.'&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;'love you! bye!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys like girls. almost said boys &amp; girls. girls &amp; boys.&lt;br /&gt;way too much diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;why do people always have the usernames i want, when they don't even use their account!?&lt;br /&gt;over dumb people &amp; the way they don't think logically about current situations.&lt;br /&gt;i want that game of dance twister, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;answers that we'll never find. i don't want to ever find them, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;he's actually amazing, would you please give him the credit he deserves? even if he makes you run.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad it's the weekend, but it's not like i do all that much monday to friday.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them &amp; it's nothing like i've ever experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;take this to your grave, &amp; i'll take it to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/seperatemysoul/pic/00004647/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/seperatemysoul/pic/00004647/s320x240" width="320" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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